Chapter 7

Grace walked across the yard. She had arrived last night and had been puzzled by everyone's behavior ever since walking in the door. It was as if they were sharing a secret. She glanced over her shoulder.

"What's so important in the barn?" she asked as Wendy ran up to her.

"You'll see, Mommy," Wendy giggled.

"I want you to see the horses Amy and I bought a few months ago," Martha said.

"I didn't have to come rushing up last night," Grace said, "just to see a horse."

"Oh, Mommy," Wendy sighed. She tugged on her mom's hand. "You're gonna love 'em."

"Yeah, Aunt Grace," Amy laughed as she threw open the barn door.

"Okay," Grace said as they all walked into the barn. "Let me see what I had to leave the city for in such a hurry."

Martha closed the barn door and locked it. She looked over at Wendy and nodded.

Wendy was excited and hot. A tinge of fear hovered around the edge of her excitement, but her desire to get her mother involved in the fun kept her going. Hoping her aunt would start things, she began to tremble.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" Grace asked. She felt uncomfortable. She glanced over at the horses and shrugged.

"We thought it was time you learned to relax, Grace," Martha said.

"I am relaxed!" Grace snapped. "What's going on around here?"

Slowly, her heart pounding, Wendy began unbuttoning her shirt. She shivered and slipped it off, her pulpy tits exposed.

"What are you doing?" her mother gasped. "Put your shirt back on."

"No, Mommy," Wendy said, her voice quaking. "We don't wear clothes when we're in the barn." She dropped her jeans and kicked them off as her mother's face filled with shock.

"She's right," Martha said as she pulled off her top and displayed her own mammoth tits. "It's a rule."

Amy giggled and peeled off her shirt, her plump tits bouncing free.

"Has everyone gone crazy?" Grace's eyes darted from one set of exposed tits to the other. "We're getting out of here, Wendy." She took a step toward her daughter. "Put your clothes on. We're going home right now."

"No," Wendy said. She moved away and pulled off her panties. "We're gonna have a party." She skimmed her hands up her naked body and cupped her tits.

Shock stopped Grace in her tracks. She stared at her naked daughter, then looked over at her sister and glared. "What have you done to her?"

"Amy and I just showed her how much fun sex can be," Martha said as she blatantly shook her tits at her sister.

"You're a whore, Martha. You always have been." She looked at Amy, who was now completely naked. "And you've turned your daughter into a whore."

"Then I'm a whore too, Mommy," Wendy said, "because I love sex."

Grace grabbed her daughter's arm. "Get dressed. We're leaving and never coming back."

Martha hurried over and grabbed Grace from behind. "Get the rope, Wendy."

As Amy helped her mother drag Grace to the ground, Wendy scurried away, quickly returning with the rope.

"You're insane. All of you!" Grace screamed as she struggled to get up. "Let me go."

"Relax," Martha laughed as she fought with her sister. "You're gonna have a ball."

"Whore!" Grace spat. She glared up at her daughter. "Why are you doing this?"

Wendy was quaking with fear and excitement. "Don't fight us, Mommy," she said. Quickly, she bound her mother's wrists.

Grace struggled on the ground as they spread her legs. "When I get you home, I'm gonna kill you!" she shouted at her daughter.

Martha tied her leg to one pole as Amy tied her other leg to a second pole. "You'll be thanking us before the day's over," she said. She helped Wendy fasten her mother's tied wrists to a ring embedded in the ground. She heaved a sigh.

"You belong to us now."

Grace struggled against the ropes. She twisted, her eyes glaring with anger as she stared up at them. "You're crazy, Martha and you've made my daughter crazy!"

Martha finished stripping. "You're the only one who's crazy," Martha said. "And we're gonna prove it to you. Get the scissors, Amy."

Wendy knelt down beside her mother. "Don't be mad, Mommy."

Martha crouched down and began cutting away Grace's blouse. "I've always wanted to make it with you, Sis," she said huskily as she cut away Grace's bra and exposed her jiggling tits.

Grace was horrified. "Wendy! Don't let them do this to me!"

"It's fun, Mommy," she said rubbing her hand over her mother's fleshy tits. "I've made it with Amy and Aunt Martha. Sex is fabulous."

"Oh... my God!" Grace twisted her body, trying to free herself as Martha cut away her jeans and panties, exposing her body completely.

"She's beautiful," Amy said as she leered down at her aunt. "She makes my mouth water."

"Mine too," Martha cooed as she gently caressed Grace's thighs. "Her pussy looks delicious."

Wendy's head was spinning. It was the first time she had ever seen her mother naked. Her mouth dried up as she kneaded her mother's jiggling tittie meat.

"Stop it, Wendy!" her mother gasped. "Don't do this to me! It's wrong!"

"No it isn't," Wendy sighed. "I'll prove it." She lowered her head and licked her tongue over her mother's jiggling flesh.

"Noooo!" Grace wailed as she wrenched her shoulders. "Stop it, Wendy!"

"C'mon, Amy. Finger her pussy with me," Martha said. Amy joined her mother between Grace's legs and began stroking her cunt. "She's dry."

"She won't be for long," Martha said confidently. "We'll have her screaming for more before we're through." She jabbed a finger into her sister's pussy and twisted it.

"Noooo!" Grace screamed as Amy and Martha fingered her cunt. "Noooo!" She thrashed on the ground, her hips jerking, her shoulders twisting. "Stop it! Stop it!"

"I love licking your tits, Mommy," Wendy purred. She squeezed the fleshy globes, then sucked a nipple into her mouth. "Mmmm."

"She's gettin' wet," Amy giggled lewdly as she fingered her aunt's cunt. "She's gettin' hot." She jabbed deep into Grace's cunt, tormenting the spongy walls of her pussy hole.

Grace realized what was happening too. She bit her bottom lip, fighting the passion that was beginning to grow deep inside her cunt. "Stop! stop!"

"No, Mommy," Wendy moaned. "I'm gonna eat your pussy until you cum on my mouth." She licked her lips. "I'll get her juicy with my tongue, Aunt Martha."

"Okay, honey," Martha said. She popped her finger from Grace's cunt. "She's all yours.

Amy moved away and joined her mom.

With her pussy free, Grace heaved a sigh. "Stop doing this, Wendy!"

Wendy ignored her mother and feasted on her tits. She sucked hard on the nipples, making them swell as her mother twisted. She chewed on the nipples then attacked the creamy white flesh, leaving it blotchy and wet.

"Do you like it, Mommy?" Wendy asked.

"Nooo," Grace gasped weakly. She was breathing hard, desperately fighting the passion her daughter's mouth had ignited. "Noooo."

Wendy smiled hotly. "You're lying, Mommy. I can tell." She squeezed her mother's spit-coated tits, making the woman moan. "You love it. Just like I do."

"Suck her pussy," Amy rasped. "I wanna watch her cum."

"I will," Wendy said, licking her lips.

Wendy brought her mouth back to her mother's flesh and began nipping her way down the woman's twisting body. She left a trail of drool and passion bites in her wake.

"I can smell your juices," Wendy said. "I can't wait until I taste them." She attacked her mom's thighs, chewing roughly as she climbed between Grace's legs.

"Make her stop, Martha," Grace pleaded. She squirmed. "I'm not like you."

"You will be," Martha said. "I should have done this to you years ago."

Wendy straddled her mother's leg, fusing her own wet pussy to her mom's flesh. "Feel how juicy I am," she moaned. "Being juicy and hot is great."

Grace twisted her body, her eyes leering at her naked child as she ground her cunt into her leg. "God, what's happening to you?"

Wendy jammed her cunt into her mother's knee and whimpered.

"Sex is what's happening to me," she gasped. "All kinds of sex." She giggled and looked at her aunt. "Should we tell her?"

"Not yet, honey," Martha said. "First we gotta show her how much fun sex is."

"She should know," Amy giggled as she began rubbing her aunt's tits. "She fucked Wendy's dad."

"Probably only once," Martha laughed. She joined her daughter at Grace's tits and began kneading the firm milky flesh. "You'd still be married if you weren't such a fuckin' prude."

"Whore!" Grace spat. "You're all whores!"

"Yeah, and we love it," Amy snickered. "Eat her, Wendy. Go on. Eat your mother's cunt."

Wendy was no longer worried. Lust ruled her mind now, and she knew that once her mother realized how much fun sex was, she'd be happy. She soaked her mother's thigh with cunt cream then crawled between her legs. "Your pussy's beautiful," she purred.

"Eat her," Martha rasped. "I wanna watch her face when she creams all over your mouth."

Grace's head was reeling. She twisted her hips. "No, Wendy. I'm your mother. You can't do this to me."

Wendy wasn't listening. She licked her tongue along the silky flesh of her mother's inner thighs. When she reached her mom's pussy, she flicked her tongue through the cunt. The next instant, Wendy plastered her mouth to Grace's cunt and sucked.

The shock of having her daughter's mouth glued to her cunt sent spasms racing through Grace's body. "Noooo!" she moaned. She jerked her hips, her legs straining against the ropes. "Nooo!"

Amy and Martha mauled Grace's flopping tits. Their own pussies were getting wet and juicy as they watched Wendy gobble on Grace's cunt.