She wasn't sure whether she dozed a few minutes or not, but, when she lifted her head, she saw them looking at her. They had moved back from the hot tub, and each was sipping at a soft drink. She had not realized anyone had entered the house. With her lips glistening wetly from the juice, she grinned at them.

"Well, I guess I gave quite a show," she murmured.

"An outstanding performance. Mom," Bob said. "The best ever."

"This is shameful," she whispered, running her hands over the tips of her tits, "so shameful."

"It is?" Pamie asked.

"Very," Susan replied.

"The why don't you put her bikini on, Mother," Billy said, "or at least close your legs?"

Susan moaned, twisting her ass, keeping her legs wide apart. "Because it feels so damned good, that's why."

"As they say," Bob laughed, "if it feels good, do it."

Susan sat up, drawing her knees to her chin. Resting her chin there, she hugged her legs against her naked tits, aware that her cunt was showing. She gazed at her daughter.

Panic seemed quite comfortable in her nakedness, not at all uncomfortable. Nor were her sons. Pamie sat astride the bench at the table. The golden fuzz of her pink, sugary cunt was exposed. Susan ran her tongue over her lips, thinking this all had to be a dream, a wild, wicked, but oh-so-exciting, dream. But it was not a dream – her mouth still had the taste of come juice. Had she really sucked her daughter's cunt? Fucked her two boys?

"Pamie," she asked softly. "Why don't you let the boys come in your cunt?"

Pamie giggled. "Because it's too much like piss, Mother. It's the same as letting them piss in my pussy."

"You're wrong, baby," Susan said. "Very wrong. It's not the same at all."

"How do you know, Pamie?" Bob asked. "You ever had a boy piss in you?"

"No, silly," Pamie said, slapping playfully at her brother's cook. "You know I haven't."