In the middle of the floor, Judy was sprawled on her stomach, reading a book, her feet lifted into the air, waving slowly, now and then parting and coming together again. She had her baby doll gown on, and the bottom was hiked over the pink tightness of her panties. A day earlier, Karen would have mentioned her daughter's high gown, but not now.

Robbie was sitting in the lounge chair, the foot rest up, pretending to read his father's newspaper, but Karen was not fooled. Robbie had no interest in the newspaper. He was using it as a cover-up to peek at his sister's bunching little ass and satiny thighs.

Robbie did not look only at his sister, but sneaked looks at his mother's curvy ass, too. His cock was throbbing inside his pants, but he kept it hidden with the paper. What his mother didn't know was he had not been ashamed of her jacking him off. He wanted her to do it again, finding it much more fun than doing it for himself. He was trying to think of some way to have his mother do it again for him, but every idea he came up with was far-fetched.

After a while, Judy sat up and rubbed at her eyes, sleepily.

"I gotta go to bed," she announced, standing up and stretching her exquisite body, her sweet tight ass pushing out. She kissed her mother's cheek, gave her brother a little wave with her hand, and went off to bed.

For a little longer, Karen remained on the couch, and when she saw her son looking directly at her, she opened her legs, closed them, opened them again, leaving them parted this time. Robbie gazed between them, seeing the tightness of her shorts over her cunt, a few hairs straying from the band, the way they molded her shapely ass. His cock felt like it was about to push from his pants.

Karen lifted her ass, then pushed it down, lifted it again, and started squirming her cunt at the cushions, her ass flexing. As she wiggled and twisted, she looked into her son's eyes, seeing the desire hot in them. The paper fell from his hands, and she saw his cock bulging.