"Ohhhh, make her come, Bob!" Marla yelped throatily. "Make your sister come! Ohhh, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!"
"Oh Mother, he is!" Sally screamed, ramming her saucy ass back hard. "He is going to make me come!"
"Ohhh!" Bob grunted, his body going stiff.
"Come!" Marla hissed hotly. "Both of you, come! Squirt it to her hot cunt, Bob! Come in her hot, sweet cunt! Oooh, Sally, come for your brother!"
"I am!" Sally screamed. "I am coming! Ohhhh, my pussy is on fire, Mother! I'm coming so hard!"
"Pour it in her, Bob!" Marla hissed, pulling at his balls.
Marla felt her pussy quiver, then there was a contraction as she too, went into orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
When Marla got up the next morning, she was greeted by shy looks from Sally and Bob.
She had not dressed, but had simply pulled a robe on. She set the coffee to perking and then turned toward her son and daughter. They had finished breakfast, with their empty cereal bowls still on the table. Leaning on the sink, she examined their faces. Sally glanced at her from lowered eyes, a faint flush on her pretty face. Bob held his head down, not looking at her.
"Why the sour faces?" Marla asked. "Surely you two aren't all that shy? I've never seen you this way before."
Sally, her face flushed, giggled and glanced at her brother. Bob was trying to keep from grinning.
"Okay, what is it?" Marla asked. "Nothing, Mother," Sally said. "We just didn't know how you'd feel this morning. About last night, I mean."
"Oh, about you getting fucked by Bob?" Marla asked, bluntly. "What should I feel this morning?"
"Well, we didn't know if you'd still feel the same."
"Why shouldn't I, honey?"
"Oh, I don't know, Mother," Sally said. "Maybe embarrassed or something."