"Wanna play with his cock, Mother?" Shari giggled, the sound lewd. "Wanna play with Barry's cock?"

Janet couldn't breathe. All she could do was sit there and stare at her daughter's hand moving on her son's cock.

"It's very hard, Mother," Shari said, almost whispering. "Barry can get a real big hard-on, and its fun to play with. He can squirt, too, Mother. I can make Barry cum so hard, it goes way up in the air. Wanna see me make him cum, Mother?"

"No," Janet whispered. "Shari, don't do that!"

There was no strength in her words. Her eyes told of her inner turmoil.

"I wanna jack him off, Mother!" Shari giggled. "I like to hold his cock. He sure can squirt it high! Wanna see how high I make him cum, Mother?"

"No!" Janet said, trying to put force behind her words, and failing, as usual.

"I bet Mom wants to feel it," Barry said. "Maybe you're right, Shari. Maybe we have to make her do it."

Janet began to tremble.

"Please," she whispered. "Don't… leave me alone, please!"

But she was staring at her son's cock, seeing Shari's small hand pump up and down, making his smooth cock-head swell and bulge, his pisshole opening wetly. She knew if they made her touch his cock, she couldn't resist. She wasn't strong enough to resist. Her cunt burned wetly, her cunt-lips puffy inside her panties, her clit throbbing with knotted hardness.

Janet stared upon her son's cock, her daughter's fist pumping it. She sat there and trembled, knowing they had her, controlled her, and possessed her passions now. And, Janet knew, if they pushed the right buttons, said the right things, touched her the right way, she would be their toy, something for them to play with, to use, to enjoy in any manner they desired. And she was helpless to stop it.