"See what?" Sandy wanted to know, though knowing already. The flutter of her heart sent a steamy sort of sensation through her body. She had never suspected such a thing with Julie. Not sweet, innocent little Julie, of all girls.

"You know what she shows us, Mom," Richard said. "We're not supposed to tell on her."

"Her pussy?" Sandy whispered.

"Well, yes," her son replied.

Sandy felt a thrill bubble through her body, and she squeezed her son's cock. His prick was swollen again, long and hard. She pulled, then pressed her fist at the base, watching the prick head bulge, the piss hole flare.

"I won't tell a soul," she promised. "Do you fuck her, you and her brother both?"

"Naw," Richard said.

"But you could?"

"She asks us all the time."

"Then why don't you, honey?"

"I don't know, Mom," he answered. "I guess I was afraid to. I don't know why Tommy didn't."

"Would you be afraid to fuck her now?"

"No," he grinned. "I want to now."

Sandy jerked gently on her son's cock, trying to visualize her son, with Tommy, in the garage with Julie. She tried to imagine what Julie's cunt would look like, knowing the girl had hardly any titties to speak of. She probably didn't have a single hair on her little cunt, either. But kids surprised a person sometimes.

She had not thought her son would have hair on his cock, but he had nice bits of fuzz at the base.

"Next time, fuck her," Sandy said, once more playing with her son's balls.

"You wouldn't be mad, Mom?"

"Never," she gurgled softly. "I'd love to know you had this beautiful cock in her little twat, Richard."

Her son's cock was throbbing and dripping again and her fist tightened.

"Twat," Richard laughed.