When her son began pulling back, Janet wanted to keep him there, hold his cock inside her mouth. But she didn't resist when he loosened her hand on his ass, then his cock fell from her mouth. She allowed Shari to move away, and once more, Janet sat still, her hands folded in her lap, eyes down.
Barry giggled softly, lifted his mother's pussy wet hand, and brought it to their mother's face. "Lick it off, Mom," he said and pushed her wet hand against her mouth. "Taste Shari's cunt too."
"That's not nice! Barry!" his sister said.
"Mom thinks so, don't you, Mom?" Janet lifted her eyes but she was shy.
"Don't you like it, Mom?" Barry insisted. "Yes," Janet whispered softly, her lips wet.
CHAPTER FOUR
Barry and Shari touched and felt each other anytime they were in the mood, which seemed all the time, and whether Janet was present or not. They had learned that all they had to do was tell her to shut up if she attempted to stop them. And Janet would shut up.
Yet there were times when they talked to her freely, chattering about friends and thoughts, talking to her like a son and daughter would with their mother. There were times when they acted like the youths they were, and times when they seemed older. There were times when Shari seemed to still have an interest in dolls, and Barry in guns and toy cars.
Pulling at a knitting mistake, Janet watched her son lean down and run his tongue in a circle about his sister's nipple. Shari cooed softly and twisted her shoulders. If her tits had been larger, they would have shimmied. Barry closed his lips around his sister's tit and sucked, pulling her skirt up to her waist. Janet watched him slide his hand into the elastic waist. Shari wiggled her little ass and opened her legs wide for her brother.
"Oooh, Barry, finger-fuck me!" Shari squealed softly, arching her hips upward. "Finger-fuck my pussy!"