But she didn't know what to do with them. They had been with her only a week, and Janet had walked past the bathroom when her son was climbing into the shower, and she had seen his body. She had seen his ass and his cock and balls.

As Barry slid the shower doors closed, he had glanced at her unconcerned.

Now Janet was trying to concentrate on knitting, but the blare of the television was making her head ache. Shari and Barry were sitting on the floor, absorbed in the stupid game show, with grown men and women jumping up and down and screaming like a crowd of idiots. She never could understand how anyone could become so excited over winning a little money.

Putting her knitting aside, Janet massaged her temples, wishing she could simply turn the television off. Shari and Barry were dressed for bed.

Barry wore pajamas, and Shari had on a baby doll gown that Janet considered a bit too revealing. She could see the way Shari was leaning over, her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hand. And she could see how the top of her skimpy garment fell away from her chest. She could see a pink nipple there, and so could Barry.

Janet could not resist a peek at the front of her son's pajamas. But even as she glanced there, a flush crept over her face. She was sure that his cock was outlined, but then again, it could be her imagination. She was having trouble with her imagination lately. She thought she had seen her son's cock very hard inside his pants earlier that evening. She thought she had seen Shari brush the back of her hand over his crotch, thought she had heard a lewd giggle her daughter made at the brief touch.

Crossing her legs, Janet folded her arms beneath her tits and tried to see what was so interesting about grown men and women in strange costumes jumping about and screeching at something the show's host had said.