Their mother

“They do this everyday.” I hear from behind me. I turn around and see a woman who looks a lot like an aged Sally. She looked to be in her early forties. “My name is Sandra.” She adds, extending her hand in greeting. I shake her hand and introduce myself. “They are always horny, always making up some kind of sex game,” she says, looking over at the kids. “They probably got that from me, since I am always horny myself.” It surprised me how she mostly didn’t care that her own kids are doing this kind of stuff, but I guess there’s not much she could do to stop them. “I know you may think its weird that I let them do this kind of stuff, but I think of it as a way that they care about each other and it shows me that they will be close, helping each other out whenever they are in trouble.” She replied, as if reading my mind.

“I never thought of it like that, it is a good way of looking at it.” I say, trying to look at Sandra and not the two teens in a sixty nine position.

“It’s OK if you want to watch them, I like watching it, too. Sometimes I ask them if they want to masturbate with me. I love to be watched, and also I love watching. Maybe some time, you could join us, or even just watch.” She suggested, giving me a grin.

“That sounds like fun, but I don’t know if my wife would like that.” I reply with a chuckle. My attention is brought back to the siblings, who are moaning loudly from their orgasm. Sally swallows all of her brother’s seed, not letting a drop out of her mouth.

“She is good at that don’t you think?” Sandy asked, talking about her daughter swallowing. “Her brother has given her a lot of practice.” She added, acting like she is doing a blow job with her tongue pushing her cheek. I chuckle at her impersonation and watch as the children get dressed, walking back into the house. “Well I gotta go make them lunch, it’s nice to meet you. If you want, you can bring your wife over for dinner tonight.” She offers, giving me her number.

“That sounds nice, I’ll ask her when I get home.” I reply. I was about to make my way back to my house when I remember that I was supposed to get ice cream for Lisa. Not wanting to get in trouble, I run as fast as I can to the convenience store and ask if they have any lemon drop. The clerk showed me where it was and I payed for it. On my way out, I thought that the clerk looked a little familiar, but I couldn’t figure out who it was. When I got home, Lisa was lounging on the sofa, sipping on ice tea. “Hey hun, I got your ice cream. And I met Sal and Sally’s mother, she invited us over for dinner. I told her that I would ask you and call her and tell her what you said."