"She's fucking my finger!" Barry giggled.

"I see!" Shari replied. "Listen, Barry. Daddy was right. You can see he was right now. Why don't you fuck Mother?"

"You think I should?" Barry asked.

Janet found it difficult to believe they were talking like that about her, as if she weren't there. She was simply a body to them – a body to touch and play with. She felt her pussy respond in a fiery hunger as her son probed it with his finger. If he fucked her, she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him. He would put his cock in her cunt and fuck her and she would go wild.

"Go on, stick your cock in her cunt!" Shari urged. "I wanna see you fuck Mother! Fuck her in her pussy, Barry!"

"We're supposed to wait until our birthday!" Barry replied. "We promised."

"That's me, silly," Shari said. "We promised Daddy we wouldn't fuck each other until our birthday. We didn't promise anything about not fucking Mother, did we?"

"Well, I guess not."

"Go on and fuck her!" Shari moaned hotly. "I wanna see your cock up her hairy cunt, Barry! I bet Mother will love it! Remember what Daddy said! She goes wild when she's fucked!"

Janet watched her son as he moved between her legs. She didn't resist as they pulled her ass to the edge of the couch, nor did she resist as her legs were opened wider. She was holding her breath, still trying to keep her passions under control, quickly losing her fragile grip on them. She saw her son pull the crotch of his cut-offs wide, and his cock and balls were completely exposed.

Shari took hold of his cock. She stroked his prick as Barry pushed his hips between Janet's spread thighs. As his cock came close, Shari turned it loose.

"Poke her!" Shari cried excitedly, leaning over her mother's hips to watch. "Fuck her cunt."

Barry touched the tip of his cock to his mother's swollen clit.

"Oh, God!" Janet yelped, and her hips shot upward.