Placing her glass on the sink, she turned toward the living room again, but she stopped when she heard a strange sound coming from the garage.

She went to the door. She heard the sound again before she reached it. It sounded like someone was crying, but muffled, as though they were trying to be quiet.

Opening the door, she froze.

Susan recognized the little girl tied up on the floor of the garage. She saw Janice was naked from her waist down, and what shocked her most of all was Freddie and Tommy were also naked.

The boys were pinching her, pinching her cunt and the cheeks of her little ass. Susan saw her sons' hard cocks, and their expressions indicated a cruel delight as they tormented that sweet little girl.

She saw all this in a fraction of a second, then she was in the garage jerking her sons away, shoving them against the wall of the garage.

"Damn you!" she shouted angrily at them. "What are you doing to this little girl?"

Susan squatted and began untying Janice, soothing her with quiet words. Once she had her loose, she helped Janice to her feet, then hugged her tightly as she glared at Freddie and Tommy.

"How could you?" she said. "Janice is only a little girl. And look what you've done to her!"

Freddie and Tommy pressed against the garage wall, their cocks no longer hard. Hatred came from their eyes as they watched their mother comforting the girl. The hatred was soon gone, however, when they saw the way their mother looked at them. They were going to be punished, they knew.

Susan hugged Janice tightly, feeling the girl trembling as she cried softly against her tits. She looked around and saw Janice's skirt. When she located the girl's panties, her anger grew. Helping Janice into the skirt, she turned to her boys again.

"In the house, you two, right now." When they reached for their pants, she stopped them. "Naked!"