Ellen had started with feeling great sympathy for what Carla was going through-at least until she realized she was looking at her son's erection waving in the air and thinking how much she'd like to feel something like it inside herself. She and Vic hadn't had sex in several weeks; since shortly after they started arguing, in fact. While she would have admitted that she wasn't what could be called "passionate", she'd still come to miss the pleasure and release of sex more and more as the weeks had gone by. The first few times she'd looked at her naked son's equipment, she'd told herself that it was simply a normal motherly concern that her son was developing the way he should. But she kept looking more often, and for longer periods of time, and had to change her excuse to concern about what would happen to Carla if the men that had invaded their home demanded that the two teenagers take things too far. When Carla had been obliged to fellate her brother, Ellen hadn't noticed the increase of saliva in her own mouth, or that she was unwittingly doing things with her mouth and tongue as though SHE was the one with a penis in her mouth. Only when she watched Robert filling his sister's mouth with his semen did she realize that she was imagining the taste of cum on her own tongue… something that gave her no small thrill, despite the circumstances they were in.

Then Robert had been told to use his mouth on his sister, and Ellen couldn't help watching in anticipation as her children moved to comply with the demands of their captor; when her son had first touched his tongue to his sister's womanhood, Ellen could have sworn that she felt the sensation of it on her own genitals. Unbidden and unwelcome, her mind conjured up the image of Robert doing that to her, leaving her ashamed of herself-but unable to push it out of her thoughts.