"Uhhhhhh…" the woman moaned.

Mr. Harrington was pulling on her mother's hair harder now, twisting it in his fingers while Janice struggled helplessly under his grasp. Sharon watched as her mother beat his chest with her small fists, prancing her naked, jiggling asscheeks over the large mattress. Something slick was on her thighs, something… oh, good God, cuntjuice! Her mother was wetting herself, actually wetting herself with pussyjuice!

Sharon let out another shuddering groan, criss-crossing her arms and hugging her body. She had heard some of the girls talking about getting wet after their boyfriends touched them in certain ways. Just listening to some of her friends made Sharon kind of squeaky hot down there between her white shivering legs. Time and time again, alone at night, she had drawn her fingers over her naked little cunt and felt a buzzing heat radiate through her. But she had never felt that wetness the others had talked about.

"Mmmfmmfmffffff!"

Dear God, what was Mr. Harrington forcing her to do? Sharon's eyes widened, and her fingers clawed at the chipping paint on the wood outside while she watched that awful man holding her mother that way. His fingers were locked behind the blonde's head.

"No, oh, God, don't… don't make me do this!"

Janice's legs jerked up, then flopped back down on the mattress while her head was tilted all the way back. Hank was growling something Sharon couldn't make out through the barely opened bedroom window. The young girl peered nervously over one shoulder again, making sure no one heard or saw her as she spied on her mother and her S amp;M lover.