She drank coffee as they ate, still avoiding direct eye contact with them. Barry had put on jeans and a t-shirt, and Shari wore a frilly, little dress. Her dark-blonde hair was brushed and pulled back into a ponytail. She was sweet, so very sweet, Janet thought, peeking at her daughter secretly.

Janet wore a housedress, summery yellow, with white, lacy trim. She had finished her second cup of coffee when she suddenly became aware that she had not put her bra on. That was unusual. She never went without a bra, yet she was naked under the top of her dress. She had, she remembered with a relieved sigh, put panties on.

"Four more days," Shari said.

"For what?" Barry asked.

"Our birthday, silly," she reminded him.

"Hey! You're right!" Barry grinned. "I can hardly wait?"

"Me, either!" Shari squirmed in her chair. "What are we gonna do today?"

"Play with Mom," he said.

Janet's body jerked, but she didn't lift her eyes. She was sitting there at the table, her hands folded in her lap, as if she were waiting for directions.

"Play with her cunt, huh?" Shari giggled.

"Yeah, and her tits and everything. Maybe I'll fuck her again."

"I like to watch," Shari said. "I'll sure be glad when I can feel your cock in my pussy."

Janet lifted her head, forcing herself to look at them. "Please! Don't talk that way."

"Why not, Mom?" Barry asked.

"It isn't… nice," she murmured, lowering her eyes again.

"The fuck it isn't!" Shari giggled. "You like to hear it. You just pretend you don't wanna fuck, Mother."

Janet's cunt was throbbing again. She sat with her hands folded in her lap, feeling her pussy grow wet and hot.

"Let's have her play with her own cunt," Barry suggested.