Susan gazed at them with transfixed eyes, and suddenly she dropped the belt and covered her face, sobbing. She couldn't spank them, and she couldn't keep her eyes off those young cocks, and she didn't know what was happening to her. There was a strange feeling inside her body, one she didn't understand.

Freddie and Tommy left the room, still naked from the waist down.

"She didn't have the guts to spank us," Freddie said as they entered the garage.

"I know," Tommy said. "I bet we could tie her up, too."

"That's something to think about," Freddie said. "Why don't we do it? We'll tie her up and take her fucking panties off and see a real hairy cunt."

"You wanna make her pissed at us, don't you?"

"She ain't gonna spank us," Freddie said. "You saw her sit down and start crying, didn't you? No, Mom ain't gonna do a fucking thing to us."

They worked in the garage for a couple of hours, getting it ready, talking about what they were going to do, keeping their excitement at a high pitch. Their cocks stayed very hard as they worked. By the time they finished, they were sweating despite the cool air coming into the garage from the duct above the door.

"Now, let's get her out here," Freddie said.

"She won't come."

"Goddamn it, call her and see," Freddie said. "It's the only way we can do it. She's bigger than us; we can't just grab her the way we did Janice. Go on, call her."

Tommy opened the door of the garage, peeking into the kitchen. "Mom, Freddie wants you."

"Tell him I'm in the living room," Susan called back nerously.

"He wants you out here," Tommy called out, his voice shaking as he tried to make it sound firm.

Susan entered the kitchen, seeing Tommy's face just before he let the door close. She felt apprehensive, almost as if she were afraid to open the door. Turning the knob, she shoved it open.