"They raped you," she said quietly.

"No they didn't, Mom," Shari insisted. "They didn't rape me. They just made me take my clothes off and then David fucked me. That's all."

"And Sandra fu… did it to Mike," Joyce asked. "And you watched it, Shari?"

"Y-yes," Shari sobbed.

Joyce felt a tingling heat between her thighs, and she thought she would come just picturing what her daughter told her. Her cunt swelled inside her panties and she became extremely wet. Her mind began to work, and she smiled as an idea formed in her mind. It would work, she knew, because she could threaten the kids with exposure.

"They won't harm you, darling," she said, caressing her daughter's naked back. "Don't you worry about a thing. I'll handle those kids."

"What are you gonna do, Mom?" Shari asked, feeling protected.

"Get dressed and come with me," Joyce said in a husky voice. She left her daughter in the bathroom and went outside to the small shed where they stored tools and various equipment.

"Bobby," she said to her son, who was sitting on a bench sharpening a saw, "let that go for the time being and come in the house. I have something I have to discuss with you and Shari."

Bobby put the saw down and followed his mother. He liked the way she moved her ass, and he watched her ass wiggle in her tight jeans. Bobby, a year younger than his sister, had been going out to the shed on the average of twice a day and jacking off while thinking about his mother. So far, his sister had not interested him that way but his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, and when he discovered he could jack off and come like crazy, it was always her body he had in his mind.

When he entered the living room, he found his mother there with his sister. Shari was wearing her robe and her long hair was wet. "You take a bath in the middle of the day, Shari?" he asked.