Kathy Andrews: Hot, hot mother

Lisa flushed. "That isn't exactly true."

"We know that," Toby replied. "What he said was, if he had listened to you, paid more attention to what you wanted, you wouldn't have left us."

Lisa nodded. "That's true."

"He said you were sexy, Mother," Ginger giggled.

"Oh, he did, did he?" Lisa smiled. "He certainly never told me that. In fact, he thought I was too much… for him."

"We know, Mom," Toby said, his eyes sneaking a peak at his mother's thigh. "He finally told us everything."

"Everything?" Lisa arched an eyebrow.

Ginger nodded, giggling. "He… he said you wanted to do, you know."

"What kind of funny things?"

"With him," Toby said, now openly looking at his mother's thigh. "You know, sexy things, Mom."

Lisa nodded her head. "I did," she admitted. "He wouldn't have anything to do with it. Did he tell you that?"

"Yes," her daughter replied.

"He said he wished he had, Mom," Toby said.

Lisa inched her skirt a bit higher, watching his eyes open wider. She glanced at the front of his jeans and saw his cock was swelling.

"I don't believe your father would even talk to you about something like that."

"Well, he did," Ginger said, squirming her small ass. "He even…" Her eyes glanced at her brother. "He said we could do it if we wanted to."

"Do what, honey?"

"You know, with each other," Ginger giggled again.

"You mean he said you could… play with each other?" Lisa asked, not believing her husband would do anything like that.

Toby nodded. "Not just play, Mom, but… well, you know."

Lisa looked from her son to her daughter. It was very hard to imagine her husband giving permission for his son and daughter to fuck.

"He did it to me, too," Ginger giggled, the sound even more lewd now. "He puts… his thing in me, too."

Lisa choked. "Your father fu… your father had sex with you, Ginger?"

Ginger nodded her head, her green eyes flashing.

"And I watched," Toby said.

This was too much for Lisa. She couldn't believe her husband would actually fuck Ginger and let Toby watch. Not that man, the man who only fucked in one position.

"That's what he wanted to tell you when he called, Mom," Toby said.

"He felt so low he wanted to confess, did he?" Lisa said.

"Oh, no!" Ginger said, jumping up kneeling at her mother's feet, placing her hands on Lisa's knee. "He wanted you to come home and be with us. He wanted you to know he was sorry, that he would do all those things you wanted."

Was it true? Lisa didn't know. She wanted to believe it, but she knew the man. She placed her hand on top of her daughter's, pressing it up her knee. She looked into the green eyes of her daughter, seeing the truth in them. She glanced at her son, and Toby nodded his head. She lowered her eyes, looking unabashedly at his now swollen cock, outlined by his jeans. She licked her lips.

"Your father told you everything I wanted to do with him?"

Both Ginger and Toby nodded.

"And he used the words, Mother," Ginger said, her voice low and slightly husky.

"The words?" Lisa whispered. "What words?"

For a moment Ginger and Toby were silent. Then Ginger asked in a soft, little girl voice, "You won't be mad if we tell you?"

Lisa shook her head, her auburn hair glinting in the sunlight coming through the window behind her. "I won't be mad."

Ginger made a swallowing sound, her hands gripping her mother's knee. "He said you wanted to suck his cock." The words came out in a whisper, but grew louder. "He said you wanted to make him come in your mouth, that you wanted to fuck in different ways. He said he refused, but that he wished he hadn't. He was gonna call you the day of the accident and beg you to come home, tell you that he would eat your cunt and let you suck his cock off and he would fuck you…"

"Your father told you all that?" Lisa asked. "Just like that, those words?"

Ginger nodded.

"He really did, Mom," Toby said. "And he said he wanted to see me fuck you, too."

Lisa's head was swimming. "Your father actually wanted to watch you fuck me, Toby?"

Lisa had no reason to doubt what she was hearing. Ginger and Toby were truthful, they always had been. But her strait-laced husband saying those things, and to them? He had never even said fuck in front of her!

"I find this hard to believe," she whispered. "I'll show you, Mother!" Ginger jumped to her feet, running from the room.

Lisa's eyes followed the bouncing ass of her daughter, the skirt flouncing halfway up her slender thighs. She turned to look at her son when Ginger disappeared down the hall. His cock was beautifully outlined now and she gazed at it without embarrassment.

"You're very hard, honey," she said in a low voice.

"You have beautiful legs, Mom," he said in a husky voice.

Lisa started to say something to him, but Ginger came bouncing into the room. She thrust a picture to her mother. It was taken with an instant camera and it showed her daughter on her hands and knees, naked. Her tight little ass was lifted into the air and her father, also naked, was behind her, the head of his thick cock just inside Ginger's hairless cunt. Kneeling in front of his sister's face was Toby, his cock arching toward Ginger's open mouth.

"Who took this?" Lisa asked, her voice husky.

"He used a timer," Toby said.

"He was gonna send this to you if you didn't believe him on the phone, Mother," Ginger said. "He said you'd believe him if you saw it."

"I believe him now," Lisa replied, examining the picture closely, remembering her husband's long, thick cock. "If only I had known."

"Dad said you'd let me fuck you, Mom," Toby said, no sign of shame on his face. "He said you'd fuck anyone with a hard cock."

"That's not really true, Toby," Lisa replied. "I've never wanted just any cock."

"But you will let me fuck you?"

Toby's voice was so anxious, Lisa had to smile at him.

"Let him do it, Mother," Ginger said. "Let Toby fuck you, and let me watch him do it."

"I don't believe this," Lisa said, wonderingly. "I just don't believe you two."

"It's the truth, Mom!" Toby said.

"All of it, Mother," Ginger replied, dropping to her knees again and squeezing her mother's knee.

Lisa's eyes burned upon her son's throbbing cock. She ran her tongue over her lips. She grasped the hem of her skirt, lifting it slowly. Both Ginger and Toby gasped when their mother exposed her cunt to them.

"You can fuck me, Toby," she said in a hoarse voice. "You can fuck me if you want."

She drew her foot from beneath her ass, scooting forward on the couch and opening her legs wide. Ginger made a gulping sound as she stared between her mother's thighs.

"Daddy said you were hairy," she whispered. "Mother, your cunt is almost hidden by all that hair!"

Lisa drew her daughter's face to her thigh. She shivered with wanton pleasure when Ginger kissed her flesh. Toby stood up, his fingers working at his belt. He shoved his jeans down, and his cock throbbed upward, almost snapping against his stomach. His balls, as she had seen the night before, hung very low.

Ginger giggled and grasped her brother's cock in a small, tight hand. She jerked back and forth, making her brother's cock bulge. His piss hole widened and clear liquid beaded there. Lisa parted her legs as wide as she could, her skirt around her waist.

"Do it, Toby!" she gasped, straining her hips upward. "DO it to me now!"

Ginger, giggling lewdly shoved her hand to her mother's hairy cunt, parting the lips with two fingers. Lisa's clit poked up hard and as her daughter's finger slipped over it, she mewled, her hips jerking. Her hands fluttered to her blouse, puffing at it, the buttons tearing loose. Her firm tits stood up, the light-brown nipples hard.

"I wanna put it in your Mother!" Ginger moaned, pulling her brother's hard cock downward. "I wanna put his cock in your cunt!"