"Ohhhh," Pamie whimpered, no longer jacking her brothers' cocks. She gripped them as tight as she could, her cunt flaring into an orgasm quickly, unexpectedly. "Ooo, Mother! You made me come!"

"I know," Susan whispered, slipping her finger down and then into her daughter's cunt. "You're very wet, baby. So very wet."

She moved her hand up and around Pamie's hip, trailing her hand over her sweet little ass. She ran her fingertip down the shivering crack of Pamie's ass, under and between those sweet thighs. Dipping her finger into her daughter's cunt again, she finger fucked Pamie. Pamie squealed and wiggled her us, thrilled at the way her mother's finger wiggled and moved in and out of her pussy.

"What's going on down there?" Billy asked. "Oooo, golly?" Pamie whimpered. "Mother has her finger in me!"

"I sure do," Susan gurgled. "I'm finger fucking Pamie, that's what I'm doing."

"Oooo she is!" Pamie said hotly. "Do it some more, Mother! Ohhh, you do it so good… better than I can, even."

Susan felt the tightness of her daughter's cunt gripping her finger. Panic arched her ass back farther, and her face went into the water. She jerked up, choking.

"I don't want you to drown," Susan laughed, taking her finger out. "If you're so hot, baby, why don't you fuck one of your brothers?"

Panic, standing up straight, looked around. She looked through the trees, down into the valley. "Here? Right here in the open?"

"Who would see?" Susan replied. "That is, except me, and I'd love to watch you."

Bob lifted himself from the water, sitting on the deck, dangling his feet down. His cock thrust up from the bush of hair, straining and throbbing and dripping. Panic squealed with excitement, grabbing his prick in her small fist. She pumped it fast. Susan… moved to her daughter's side and cradled her son's balls; Pamie glanced at her mother, giggling as her fist jerked. Susan pressed her lips to her daughter's, kissing her. She found Pamie's young lips sweet and warm, and ran her tongue back and forth over them.