Chapter 2

"What happened to your dress, Shari?"

Shari had entered her house through the rear door, trying to sneak through the wash room and down the hall to her room without her mother seeing her.

She turned and saw her mother in the doorway leading to the kitchen. "I... fell, Mom," she lied.

"Fell?" Joyce stared at her daughter. "And tore your dress just by falling? What were you doing, climbing trees again? And you have dirt and leaves all in your hair."

"I gotta take a bath," Shari muttered and ran down the hall toward her room.

Joyce watched her daughter, a frown on her face. She did not believe that story for a minute. A dress would not be torn in that manner by a fall.

Joyce felt exasperated again. Ever since her husband had passed away, she had been struggling to raise her daughter and son as best she could, along with keeping the orange grove up. The task was almost too much for her, and she often thought of selling out and moving into the city. There would be enough money from the sale for them to live for years if she was careful. Joyce didn't like living way out here, away from neighbors. When her husband was with her, she loved it. But now she had no one except Shari and Bobby.

She wanted to enjoy herself, go out and meet people, preferably men. The word 'men' always startled Joyce. But she was honest with herself. She was intensely sexual and was constantly horny. There were no men out here for her to meet except for the transient laborers, and she wanted nothing to do with them. What men there were had wives and families, and she wanted nothing to do with that sort of situation.

She turned back to the kitchen where she had been juicing oranges. There was something wrong, she felt, but if Shari didn't come to her about it, she could not help her. She had never interfered with her children, always waiting for them to approach her. It was possible her daughter had torn her dress by falling, but somehow Shari did not act as if that was what had happened. For one thing, Joyce had seen that unusual glow in her daughter's eyes.

She finished with the oranges and washed her hands. Then she went to her daughter's room and, with Shari still in the tub, she examined the torn dress. There was a long rip from the hem all the way to the waist, and the front of it had been torn all the way down, too. Carrying the dress, she went to the bathroom and entered without knocking.

Shari, sitting in a tub full of bubbles, looked up at her mother. Joyce saw that the glow was still in Shari's dark eyes. She sat on the toilet with the dress in her hands. She gazed at her daughter until Shari dropped her eyes, and her sudden flush was not missed by Joyce.

"Okay, honey," Joyce said in a quiet voice. "Tell me how this happened. And I don't want any made-up story, you hear me?"

"Mom, I told you. I fell," Shari insisted.

"And I said I didn't want stories," Joyce said firmly. "Look at me, young lady!"

Shari lifted her eyes shyly. Joyce saw that warm glow in them, saw the excitement that her daughter still felt. She knew immediately what had happened. She had felt the same feeling too many times herself.

"Stand up, Shari," she demanded, dropping the torn dress to the floor. "Stand up and let me look at you."

Shari slowly stood in the tub, bubbles clinging to her naked body. She felt no embarrassment about being naked before her mother. There was no shame concerning seeing each other without clothing on. They didn't allow Bobby to see them, of course, but they had seen each other many times.

"Get out of the tub," Joyce said, taking the towel. She dried her daughter's body as Shari stood on the floor. Joyce felt Shari tremor beneath her hands. When she had all the soap bubbles off, she looked at Shari's nakedness critically. Joyce was on her knees, facing Shari. She looked over the small, flawlessly shaped tits, down the flat stomach, and for a brief moment gazed at the curling dark hairs of her pussy. Then Joyce leaned a bit closer, reaching a fingertip forward.

"You're scratched, Shari," she said.

"Where?" Shari asked, looking down.

"Open your legs."

Shari parted her thighs, and her mother probed at a scratch very close to her cunt, perhaps half an inch long. The cut was superficial, but the location was like a bright, exploding light.

"How did this happen?" Joyce asked.

"Mom, I told--"

"That's enough, Shari," Joyce said sharply. "You tell me how this happened, and I want the truth, young lady."

"I-I can't, Mom," Shari stammered. "I can't tell you."

Joyce looked into her daughter's face. "All right, Shari. Did one of the men grab you?"

Shari shook her head. "Oh, no! That wasn't what--" Shari began to cry.

Joyce stood up and drew her daughter against her body, hugging her tightly. "There, there," she murmured. "You don't have to cry, darling. You weren't hurt, were you?"

"Oh, no!" Shari sobbed, holding her mother's waist tightly. Then she blubbered out the story. "And they said they would beat me up if I told on them," she finished.

Joyce held her daughter, feeling a weird excitement coursing through her. What her daughter had just told her sent bubbles of pleasure racing throughout her body. Although she was such a horny woman, she still felt strange that she could feel this way about what had happened to her daughter.

"They raped you," she said quietly.

"No they didn't, Mom," Shari insisted. "They didn't rape me. They just made me take my clothes off and then David fucked me. That's all."

"And Sandra fu--did it to Mike," Joyce asked. "And you watched it, Shari?"

"Y-yes," Shari sobbed.

Joyce felt a tingling heat between her thighs, and she thought she would come just picturing what her daughter told her. Her cunt swelled inside her panties and she became extremely wet. Her mind began to work, and she smiled as an idea formed in her mind. It would work, she knew, because she could threaten the kids with exposure.

"They won't harm you, darling," she said, caressing her daughter's naked back. "Don't you worry about a thing. I'll handle those kids."

"What are you gonna do, Mom?" Shari asked, feeling protected.

"Get dressed and come with me," Joyce said in a husky voice. She left her daughter in the bathroom and went outside to the small shed where they stored tools and various equipment.

"Bobby," she said to her son, who was sitting on a bench sharpening a saw, "let that go for the time being and come in the house. I have something I have to discuss with you and Shari."

Bobby put the saw down and followed his mother. He liked the way she moved her ass, and he watched her ass wiggle in her tight jeans. Bobby, a year younger than his sister, had been going out to the shed on the average of twice a day and jacking off while thinking about his mother. So far, his sister had not interested him that way but his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, and when he discovered he could jack off and come like crazy, it was always her body he had in his mind.

When he entered the living room, he found his mother there with his sister. Shari was wearing her robe and her long hair was wet. "You take a bath in the middle of the day, Shari?" he asked.

"I don't always wait until night," Shari snapped at him, "like some people I know."

"That's enough bickering," Joyce said. "Bobby, sit down and listen to what I've got to say."

Bobby caught a peek of his sister's thighs, and his cock suddenly swelled into hardness. He crossed his legs and waited, wondering why the sight of his sister's legs made his cock get so hard. He had never felt that way before about her.

Joyce told him what had happened to Shari, and his eyes went wide. He wasn't shocked or embarrassed by what his mother said. On the contrary, he felt jealous that Shari had been fucked and he was still just jacking off.

"Did you like it, Shari?" he asked before his mother realized what he was saying.

"None of your business!" Shari snapped.

"Okay, kids, stop it," Joyce said. Then she looked at her daughter. "Did you, Shari?"

"Did I what, Mom?"

"Like it?"

Shari didn't answer, but Joyce saw the sudden glow of heat in her dark eyes, and she did not miss the shiver or the soft smile on Shari's pretty face. "Yes, you liked it," Joyce said. "Now, the question is... what are we going to do about it?"

"I can beat up David and Mike," Bobby said, his voice squeaking. "I'll beat their asses good!"

"No. You won't," Joyce told him. "You're smaller than they are. Besides, what I have in mind would be much better."

"Tell us how we're gonna get back at them, Mom," Bobby said. "If I can't beat them up, how are we gonna get back at them?"

Joyce took a deep breath. Watching her children closely, she outlined her plan. As she talked, she saw their enthusiasm. Shari squirmed on the couch and Bobby's eyes glowed like hot goals. A peek at his lap showed Joyce that his cock was very hard.

"Hey, that's a good idea, Mom!" Bobby yelled. "I like it."

"How about you, Shari?"

"I'm all for it," Shari agreed. "It's gonna be fun getting back at them."

"Since we're all agreed to this," Joyce said, her eyes flashing with pleasure, "I suppose we should carry it a little further, don't you?"

"Like what, Mom?" Bobby asked.

"Shari loved it." When her daughter started to protest, she said, "Oh, stop trying to lie about it, honey. You know you loved getting that cock up your cunt!"

Both Bobby and Shari looked at their mother with shocked expressions. "What did you say, Mom?" Shari asked.

"I said you loved being fucked by David's cock."

Bobby started laughing with glee. "You sure did, Shari! You loved his cock up your cunt!"

He shot his mother a questioning look. Joyce laughed throatily, and Bobby began to chant with pleasure. "Fucked your cunt with his cock... fucked your cunt with his cock... fucked your cunt with his cock..."

"Mom, make him stop that!" Shari shouted.

"Why, darling? It's true," Joyce said.

Shari stared at her mother, then at her brother. Then she laughed. "Yes, I did love it! He fucked my cunt and I loved it!"

Joyce watched her children as they said the words over and over, feeling a thrill deep inside her slender, curvy body. Her cunt was swollen inside her pants, and she knew she was very wet there. Her tits seemed ready to burst out of her bra and shirt, and her nipples tingled hotly.

Very deliberately, she reached over and flipped her daughter's robe open. Shari stopped laughing and grabbed for it but not before Bobby saw her small, exquisite tits and dark cunt hair.

"Mom!" Shari gasped in surprise.

"Oh, we can all stop pretending now," Joyce said. "With what we are going to do, why keep up this silly pretending?"

"That's right," Bobby said, throwing his legs wide so his mother and sister could see the way his cock strained against his pants. He was gazing right at his mother's swelling tits.