"Are you embarrassed, Sally?" Sally shook her head.

"Bob?" Bob too, shook his head.

"Then why should I be embarrassed?" Marla said. "After all, it was you that got fucked, Sally, not me."

"But you sure wanted to, Mother!" Sally said, letting her giggles go. "I could tell. You wanted to get fucked, too."

"Well, perhaps," Marla replied, turning to pour the coffee.

"Why didn't you, Mother?" Sally asked. "Bob would have done it. Wouldn't you, Bob?"

Bob looked up at his mother shyly and nodded his head.

Marla set her cup down on the sink and looked at her son. "Would you have, darling? Would you really have fucked me, your mother?"

Again he nodded.

Marla stood still, thinking. She would have taken his cock eagerly, but after they had finished, she had left them and gone to her room, wanting to be alone. She didn't know what they had done after she had left them, perhaps fucked again. If so, she didn't mind at all. In fact, she hoped they had. Knowing now that her son would fuck her sent a shiver through her.

"Look at me," she said, her voice low. "Both of you, look."

When Sally and Bob were looking at her, Marla untied her, robe, and flung it wide open.

Bob gasped, his eyes wide. Sally giggled with delight.

They stared at their mother's nakedness seeing her full, thrusting tits, with those firm nipples, her flat stomach, long legs and, where they stared most hotly, the thick bush of her cunt.

After what seemed like a long time, Marla asked: "DO you like me? Do you like what you see?"

Both Sally and Bob nodded eagerly.

With her robe open, Marla cupped her tits, making her nipples bulge outward.

"You like these tits?" she asked softly. "Do you think Mother's tits are nice and pretty?"

"Oh, yes!" they both said together.

"They're very nice tits," Marla whispered squeezing them. "My titties are sensitive, and my nipples are always so stiff."