THE FAMILY VISIT

BY AAARDMAN

"Grandad! Grandma!" yelled Patsy as she ran to meet my mom and
dad at the door. As the old man was just ahead of his wife my
eight year old daughter reached him first and as she flung her
arms round his neck he scooped her up in his arms. Patsy's short
dress rode up as she dangled in his strong arms - for a man of
fifty two he is incredibly slim and strong. As she always did,
the little girl lifted her legs to wrap them round her
grandfather's waist.

"Nice panties, honey," grinned Grandma, lifting the hem of the
dress up to completely expose them with one hand and giving Patsy
a sharp smack on her white cotton covered rear with the other.

"Ow, Grandma," squealed the child, but with a coy grin. She never
really minded being spanked by Grandma which was fortunate as it
happened often.

"Hush, poppet," smiled Grandpa, pursing his lips in a signal that
he wanted a kiss. Patsy, without hesitation, met his lips with
hers. In a second it turned as it always did when they kissed
into a deep french kiss. Patsy moaned a little as her
Grandfather's tongue probed her mouth. A big, fat tongue that
would fill the small child's mouth, inviting her to suck it as
best she could. She moaned in her small throat a little more as
her Grandma eased the child's white panties down and gave Patsy's
cute pale, bare ass another smack, hard enough to leave the red
imprint of my mother's hand on one buttock. That blow brought a
yelp but well smothered by the passionate kiss she was sharing
with my father. My mother laughed and repeated the smack, harder,
on Patsy's other ass cheek.

I watched, helpless and aroused from where I stood by the doorway
to the living room, as Grandma slid her middle finger into
Patsy's asshole. The child made a different noise, more of a
groaning sound, as the old woman's finger disappeared into the
child's rectum. Immediately Grandma wiggled it about, forcing my
daughter to whimper either in discomfort or anticipation of some
perverse sexual game. I guess Linda, my wife, should have been a
little more on the ball to welcome her in-laws. She scooted past
me into the hallway, breathless from having rushed in from the
yard where she had been sweeping up leaves. She was clad, as she
always was when she knew my mother and father were coming over,
in a black bra and panties set with matching black garter belt
and almost black stockings. The high heels of her inevitably
black shoes clicked on the polished hall floor as she hurried to
greet the visitors.

"Lady Selma. Lord Martin. Please forgive me," Linda blurted. "I'm
sorry I wasn't here to greet you personally." My wife looked
flushed as well she might: Lady Selma never liked to be kept
waiting.

"Oh, honey, hi!" My mother's pleasant tone did little to suggest
her true feelings, as I knew well. She would be seething inside
and make Linda suffer for that later, I had no doubt. I was just
relieved I was bound to the stair post so I was on hand to greet
their arrival. Whatever Martin felt right now didn't matter as he
was too busy tonguing my daughter's eager mouth. Patsy was
wriggling at the invasion of her Grandmother's finger but her
Grandfather held her tight, squeezing her. I wasn't surprised at
what happened next: my mom withdrew her finger from Patsy's
asshole and held it up for Linda to sniff, which she did
dutifully. Then my mother held her finger so Linda could take it
into her mouth and clean it, sucking noisily as if she was
enjoying tasting the trace of her daughter's shit on her
mother-in-law's finger.

When Lady Selma (as she liked to be called) had tired of the game
she withdrew her finger and curtly told my wife to take off one
of her stockings and tie Patsy's hands behind her back. Linda
hurriedly did as she was told, unclipping the garters on one leg
and rolling the nylon down her shapely leg. Then, as she always
did in situations like this, she prised her daughter's arms from
round Lord Martin's neck and pulled them behind the little girl
so she could tie them tightly with the stocking, wrists crossed
and cinched.

Patsy stopped her kiss and tried to look over her shoulder at her
mom, but she didn't struggle though she did say: "Mom!" in the
exasperated way kids do when their mother wants them to do
something.

"Hush, angel," smiled Grandma, answering for my wife. "You know
we like it."

I was pleased for my daughter's sake that she didn't resist: that
would have meant quite a punishment. She kept quite still as her
mother secured her hands, save for giving her Grandpa a couple of
peck kisses which melted into a longer, french kiss as she
accepted her fate. There would be no way Patsy could extract her
hands from that bondage without help, and none would be given for
quite some time.

Linda may have been more used to being tied up but I knew she was
good at knots, especially where her daughter's bondage was
concerned.

"Oh Grandad," grumbled Patsy as she broke the kiss, tugging at
her secured wrists as she did so. "I was hoping you'd let me have
my hands free to play with your big, hard dick!"

My father laughed. "Sorry, honeypie. But if it makes you feel
better, you aren't gagged yet so you could use that pretty little
mouth of yours!"

"Not for long," smirked my mother as she indicated Linda should
removed her other stocking and panties for the next stage.

Patsy pouted but she knew it wouldn't make any difference. Fun
and games, when her grandparents called, meant bondage first and
sex later. She waited as her mother standing behind her rolled up
the black lace panties ("Smelly bit outwards," advised Lady Selma
though my wife didn't need reminding) and then the child opened
her mouth as the no doubt damp-crotch panty ball was offered to
her.

"What do you say, honey slut?" asked my dad.

"Oh, umm. Gag me please!" laughed Patsy, as if she had forgotten.

It would be the last thing she would say for a while. Linda
deftly pushed the panties in tightly and then used her other
stocking to tie around the eight year old's head, sealing the jaw
stretching gag in place. She remembered to tie the long ends of
the stocking gag off around Patsy's slim neck, fastening the knot
at the front of her daughter's throat in an amusing little bow
knot.

"There," said my dad, admiring Linda's work. "Makes the litle
slut look so cute." Then to his grandaughter he said with a
smile: "Don't worry, pet. You will get your chance to get revenge
on your stupid mother." He lifted my daughter up higher, clear of
his waist as he said it.

"On your knees in front of Lord Martin," ordered my mother, and
without delay my wife dropped to her knees. Linda knew what was
expected and unzipped her father-in-law's flies, allowing his
thick, stiff cock to spring free. Inside a second she had it in
her mouth, sucking and licking as best she could. I could see her
cheeks bulge with the big cock in her mouth. Carefully, Lord
Martin lowered the little girl so her spread legs were resting on
her kneeling mother's shoulders. Patsy may be small but even at
eight she was fairly heavy and Linda gave a small groan as the
weight of her daughter settled on her, but wisely my wife
continued sucking her father-in-law with the same skill she
always showed.

Linda was ordered to hold Patsy's legs, by gripping the child's
ankles tightly, so Lord Martin could let go, which he did. I
could see without the man's support the full weight of Patsy
settled on my wife and she tried not to groan under the burden
but a groaning sound escaped her otherwise fully occupied lips.

"You would have thought your cock was a good enough gag for the
whore," remarked my mother with a sigh. Her husband merely nodded
in reply, looking down and enjoying the careful ministrations of
my wife's mouth. His daughter-in- law would have been using all
her techniques on the dominant man: teasing and licking and
nibbling as well as sucking. Certainly if she didn't please him
she would be punished.

Patsy too was looking down, watching her mother from above,
seeing the magnificent cock of her grandfather slide deep into
her mother's mouth and out again in a steady rhythm. She could
hear as I could my wife gurgling for breath as the thick cock
plugged the back of her throat on every deep thrust.

My mother has always liked fingering assholes and she quickly
resumed her probing of Patsy's wide open shit chute, probing and
working her finger in and out of the child at the same pace that
Linda was devouring her father-in-law's cock. Patsy wriggled
again on the invading finger, but this time was a little more
active as if she was determined to get it all the way in and not
just up to the second knuckle. She was whimpering with the
effort, which pleased my mom as she laughed in delight. "Good
girl," she purred and slid it all the way into Patsy's cute
asshole. "Do you know I'm going to punish you later for being a
sweet, sexy little bitch?"

Patsy, gagged and bound, nodded. She flinched a little as her
Grandfather hawked up a mouthful of saliva and noisily spat it at
Patsy's face. He always enjoyed spitting in his grand-daughter's
face and she was used to it. Patsy, once more, was wise not to
resist. She just let the saliva run down her cute face. The scene
continued like that for a minute or two and then, as Martin
hadn't ejaculated down Linda's throat (he could delay his cum for
ages as we all knew) Lady Selma reached forward and pinched
Linda's nose, cutting off her air supply. Martin's hands weren't
idle, either. He carefully began to pinch Patsy's cute little
nipples through her pretty dress. The child gasped and moaned at
this assault, too, wriggling even more on her mother's shoulders
as her grandfather started calling her a pretty shit-whore, and
saying things like she was only fit for punishing – and how he
was looking forward to torturing her.

While this was going on above her Linda sucked frantically on her
father-in-law's thick cock, trying not to pull away, no doubt
wondering when she would be allowed to breathe. I could see her
face turning red and her eyes bulging as her mother-in-law
clamped my wife's nose shut but my mom was unconcerned,
continuing to finger Patsy's anus as if that was the thing she
should be concentrating on.

"Mmm. Pain and pleasure," purred Lady Selma. "I just love hurting
slut mommies and their naughty fuckwit daughters." Suddenly she
let go of Linda's nose and my wife, gratefully, snorted in as
much air as she could while she could. She knew the routine, for
almost immediately my mom clamped Linda's nose shut again and
continued her ministrations to Patsy's ass, who I noted was
wriggling more than ever which no doubt contributed yet more to
my wife's discomfort.

Fortunately for Linda, her father-in-law came in her mouth with a
grunt of pleasure. Thick dollops of his rich cum would be pumping
down her throat and she drank it down eagerly, not least because
Lady Selma had tightened her grip on my wife's nose. Her eyes
were positively bulging as she drained the last of the semen from
Lord Martin's cock. Carefully, my dad removed his softening (but
still impressive) dick from Linda's cum smeared lips and at the
same time mom kindly let go of her nose. Linda gratefully sucked
in lungfulls of air.

"Good" said my father, zipping his cock up. He slapped his
daughter-in-law's face hard and then stepped back from the woman
where she knelt in the hallway – and she knew better than move.
Linda simply knelt, supporting her bound daughter on her
shoulders, as my mom's brown-stained finger came out of Patsy's
asshole with a loud plop. Lady Selma offered her smelly digit to
her granddaughter's nose to let her sniff it and then to Linda's
mouth. My wife, as she always did, cleaned it up with obvious
slurping noises as if she was enjoying the taste of her own
daughter's ass.

When my Mom was satisfied Linda had cleaned it sufficiently my
parents approached me, standing bound to attention and waiting
for their inspection by the foot of the stairs. "Hmmm, pretty
little boy," snickered my mom, looking me up and down. Dad
laughed too.

I was dressed in a black mini skirt, showing off my red garters
and stocking tops. My cock, hard as required for every family
visit, was making the front of the skirt all bulging, which
lifted the skirt hem so my front garters even more obvious. I was
wearing my white sheer blouse - the one which shows off my black
lace bra though of course as a man I don't have tits, just water
filled balloons to make the bra hang properly - and my face was
made up heavily with red lipstick and dark blue eye shadow. I
also had big gold earrings screwed to my ears and a large, curly
blonde wig on my head.

On my feet were a pair of red high heels shoes with four inch
heels that made my ankles and calves ache from standing so long
in one position. "You know, son," sneered Dad, reaching out and
fondling my water filled bra as if they were real tits. "We
always wanted a daughter and it looks like we got a slut for
one!"

They'd said that to me before but it was true and I blushed. Mom
moved her face close to mine and kissed me: a passionate, open
mouthed kiss that drove me wild. My cock was aching and I felt a
hand on it – Dad's I guess. I also heard him call to my wife to
"get your sorry ass down here on your fucking knees and get ready
for a faceful of hubby's pathetic cum."

I heard Linda, gasping as she struggled as fast as she could down
the hallway on her pained knees and still holding Patsy on her
shoulders. Meanwhile, my cock had been freed from the now wet
panties I was wearing and Dad's careful and expert strokes was
getting me ready to shoot my load. I just hoped Linda could get
to me on time as I hated having to lick my own spunk up from the
floor. Linda thankfully got there in time, just. My cum squirted
out and I heard my wife's intake of breath as Dad must have aimed
at her eyes. My wife knew she had to get up close to my dick at
times like this and she just made it. I couldn't see what was
happening because Mom was still french kissing me and I knew
better than break away unless I was told I could.

"That's enough," ordered dad briskly as my cock finished
spurting. "Can't have men turning into perverts because their
father jerks them off while their mother kisses them." He wiped
his hand down my blouse with a smirk before he turned to leave.
"Now, where's my grandson?"

His only grandson was where he was expected to be. Danny was in
the living room, naked and tied to a chair - though an unusual
chair as it had no seat. The boy's arms were tied severely behind
the chair back and his legs were spread wide bound to the chair's
front legs. Ropes around his chest and waist kept him pinned to
the chair back and another rope at his neck helped ensure he
wouldn't wriggle too much. He was gagged with a large ball gag
and as he had been secured for a good hour he was drooling down
his naked chest, leaving a shiny river.

From where I was tied to the post I could see through the open
door of the living room, and it was obvious that despite his
obvious discomfort Danny was clearly pleased to see his
grandparents. He made some cute "mmphing" noises into his gag and
his small cock hardened a little – a gesture that made both my
parents chuckle. "Looks like he's real pleased to see us,"
laughed my mom. "More than Linda cunt when we arrived."

I looked down at my wife, still kneeling where she had been
positioned in front of me, my semen running down her face and
dripping on to her chest. She rolled her eyes in a signal that
she had heard Mom's comment and knew she would punished later. I
glanced at my daughter perched on her mother's shoulders and she
was craning round to see what her grandparents would do to her
brother. I anticipated it would be quite a lot and my cock,
despite being drained of cum moments before, began to stir anew.

My Mom was approaching me, Linda and Patsy. "Time for hurting the
cuntlet," said Mom. She hauled my daughter off Linda's shoulders.
She gave the child three sharp swats across her rear and said:
"That's for sitting around, fuckwhore, when there's work to be
done." Patsy yelped into her gag but looked pleased she was going
to be involved in something naughty. My daughter's bright eyes
shone as Grandma dragged her rather than guided her into the
living room.

"Hurry up," said my dad over his shoulder as he busied himself
stroking his thick cock near my son's face. I half expected him
to cum then and there – even having deposited his load of hot
semen down my wife's throat less than five minutes ago I knew he
could soon be 'recharged' as he so often called it – but he
didn't shoot. I figured he must have been saving himself, for he
always liked leaving his semen on my son's face as soon as he
visited. Danny must have been expecting it too, for he had his
face turned to the old man's prick in the way he usually did when
required to 'bathe in it' as his Grandpa called it. I didn't know
whether the boy was relived or disappointed as his grandfather
stopped jerking off inches from his gagged face. But it was a
reasonable bet that what he didn't get in his face now would sure
be coming his way before the day was out.

Linda, from where she knelt, had no view of what was happening
and she started to turn her head. Dad however noticed and barked
that she should get her "damned whore eyes" back to look at my
skirt, garters and above all my flaccid, cum dripping cock. Linda
obeyed, though I knew she was desperate to watch what happened to
her kids. All she could do was listen and look forward to me
telling her later what I had seen.

Grandma had hauled the bound and gagged Patsy up to her helpless
brother and allowed her husband to take over. My Dad grabbed
Patsy by the neck and pulled her up to him so she was straining
on tip toes. Poor Patsy was groaning in pain and from a lack of
oxygen but her grandfather took no notice. "You want to help
punish your stupid brother?" My Dad snarled at the girl.

Despite his grip on her throat, my daughter managed a nod and
what might have been a grunted 'Yeth' into her gag.

"Yeth what?" mimicked Grandpa, not releasing the child.

"Y-yeth thir," managed the child through her gag.

"Good," smiled my father and released his grip – but the respite
was temporary.

Immediately my mother had looped rope round Patsy's slim neck and
knotted it tight: not tight enough to choke the girl but enough
to make her look alarmed. Mom tossed the end of the rope to my
father and he, smiling, knotted the other end round Danny's neck
and then for good measure looped it twice round the boy's neck.
For a moment I was puzzled. There was a good six feet of slack
between the two children's necks but I soon saw what was to
happen.

While Dad moved Patsy out so the rope was now taut, my mother
produced a thin cane and swished it in the air near Patsy. "Now,
cuntlet," she said sternly, "I want you to walk round your
brother in this direction." She pointed the way and I understood
at once the direction would mean the rope wound wind round
Danny's neck. Mom paused with a devilish grin on her face. "When
you do, you will slowly strangle Danny, got it?" Patsy looked
alarmed but nodded. "Now, I don't expect you to really go that
far so, you little shit, You can just stand there."

I groaned into my gag, knowing there would be a 'but.'

"But if you stand still I will just have to whack that pretty
little ass of yours with this cane." Mom swished the cane once
more and then aimed a light blow at Patsy's cute ass. My eight
year old daughter flinched as the cut rapped noisily across her
butt. "The only way to avoid me doing this is to walk, a few
steps ahead of me. Every time you stop, I will beat you." A pause
and another smile. "Understand your choice, little fuckhole?"

Patsy understood. Another slash of the stick on her ass and she
squealed but positively skipped a few paces ahead. From where I
stood bound in the hallway I could see the slack rope wind a
little more round Danny's neck. My son's eyes were bulging, not
from the rope yet, but from fear. He knew Patsy couldn't bear a
heavy thrashing and the little girl had no choice but to march
on.

I looked at my father, who was standing back stroking his thick
cock. I recognized the speed of his stroke: a slow toss which was
a sign he was quietly enjoying the spectacle and didn't expect to
cum soon. Patsy was walking as slowly as she dare but the
prospect of her Grandma catching her up and thwacking her ass
ensured she did keep moving.

Fascinated I watched as the rope shortened at every circuit. At
every circuit too the perimeter of Pasy's tortured walk
shortened, bringing her closer to her brother, who had given up
struggling with his bonds as the rope wound more and more round
his neck. He was coloring up in the face and moaning into his
ball gag. As much as I hated to admit it, the sight of this
breath play between my bound kids was making my cock stiffen.
Linda, still kneeling and with her eyes fixed on my growing
member (just as she had been told ) gulped. I knew she
desperately wanted to see what was happening and the fact she
could so clearly see I was aroused was sending a shiver of
anticipation through her. I tore my eyes away from the scene in
the living room and glanced down at Linda's chest. Her large
nipples were hard and I guessed she wanted to cum. Trouble was,
so did I. My dick was twitching but Linda's face, although a few
inches away, didn't come closer to offer what relief she could.
But she knew the rules and stayed quite still.

Back in the living room Patsy, prompted to hurry by a couple of
whacks from her grandmother's cane, had just about reached Danny.
The boy was struggling for breath and I wondered if they would
throttle him. Or if his sister would. But as she faced the boy
with her knees touching his, she was told to stop. Grandma gave
her one final swat with the cane, bringing a squeal of pain from
the eight year old. It must have hurt because tears dripped from
her chin.

Intrigued (and excited) I watched. Grandma untied Patsy's gag and
Grandpa told the girl to bend down and take Danny's pencil thin,
but surprisingly stiff dicklet, in her mouth. Patsy obeyed, and I
saw that the way the rope was it exerted extra pressure on both
necks as Patsy bent forward to reach the bound boy's cock.
Perhaps to relieve the pressure on his neck, or maybe just in
lustful eagerness, Danny tried to strain his hips up to meet his
sister's mouth but the ropes across his upper legs and waist
firmly prevented that. Linda had tied him well before his
grandparents arrived.

As my daughter strained down, and with both she and Danny making
urgent strangled noises from their taut neck rope, she got the
inevitable finger up her cute little asshole from Grandma
standing behind her. "Suck him good or else," admonished the old
woman, smiling at her husband who was still whacking off slowly.

"Yeah, make it good" agreed Lord Martin. "Oh and my dear, two
fingers up the whorelet's shitter, please."

Lady Selma laughed and slid a second digit up Patsy's rear.
Despite having her mouth round Danny's small cock Patsy gave a
yelp at the invasion. But she did what all good granddaughters do
and pushed her hips back to meet the probing fingers. "Has the
faggot boy come yet?" Lord Martin asked. Patsy, unsure if she was
being spoken too hesitated and then nodded without letting the
cock slide from her mouth. I knew it wouldn't have been much and
it would have been early on in the game. I know, because I had
sucked Danny off myself: the boy at his age couldn't produce
much.

"Let me see, whore, I have to check whether you got any of that
stupid boy's cum in your mouth" commanded my mother, indicating
the girl should open her mouth and let the woman examine her
tongue for traces of her brother's spunk. Patsy opened wide and
allowed her grandmother to brutally probe with her fingers inside
her mouth, up round her teeth, to the back to her throat (making
the child retch) and most of all, making her put her tongue out
so it could be examined. My mom also pinched Patsy's tongue. As a
sign she'd finished Grandma spat on the girl's extended tongue
and she was told to swallow that, too, which Pasty did noisily
and then opened her mouth to show that Grandma's thick wad of
spit had gone.

"Ah, good girl," smiled Patsy's Grandma, giving the kid's face a
slap and telling her to put her filthy tongue away. Then my
daughter was untied and undressed by her grandmother, with lots
of nipple fondling along the way. "Now we shall have a little
rest before continuing our fun," the old woman added.

The family meal later was the usual delight. The only people not
in some sort of bondage were my parents: I was in my French
Maid's outfit and chains at wrist and ankles serving the food,
Patsy was heavily bound and gagged fastened to a chair at the
table, Danny was bound and on his knees in front of Lord Martin
sucking his cock as the old man ate his meal and my wife, equally
well-tied up, was on her knees between Lady Selma's open legs
lapping at my mother's cunt.

My father looked up and grunted. "You know, I think we should
allow our cute little grand-daughter something to eat."

I was surprised as part of our torture was to watch them eat well
while we were helpless and going hungry (as usual we had not been
allowed breakfast before my parents arrived) and it was agony for
us being so near food and not being able to eat. My father
beckoned to me to get a plate for Patsy and put some food on it,
which I did - noticing the surprised look on my daughter's gagged
face. I wondered if this might be some punishment like making the
child stare at it, or she could eat it when cold or maybe have
her face pushed into it. But I was wrong. She would eat it but
with a special extra.

Patsy looked puzzled as I put the plate in front of her and then
understood as first Linda was called to get off her knees and
come and help me and then my father told Danny to hold any cum in
his mouth. It was obvious Lord Martin was pumping his semen into
the boy's mouth as he said it, and in a few moments the boy
emerged from under the table, his cheeks bulging and lips tight
together.

Our instructions were clear. First Linda had to spit on the food
in front of Patsy - her saliva mixed with the old woman's cunt
juices - and then Danny had to spit all his grandad's cum onto
his sister's meal. Already the food was glistening with the
mixture when I was told to masturbate over Patsy's meal. I freed
my cock from under my maid's skirt and with chains rattling, I
soon squirted all my semen over my daughter's dinner. I was told
to ungag Patsy and untie Linda's hands. Linda was ordered to sit
sideways on her daughter's lap (no doubt crushing the child
judging by Patsy's moans) and start to feed the cum-and-juiced
food to her daughter. Unfortunately I didn't get to see much of
this. Danny had to return to cock-sucking duties and I took
Linda's place in front of my mother's spread legs, lapping away
at the wet, slicked sex of the old woman.

Above me I could hear my parents laughing and Patsy moaning and
my wife, having been instructed, saying things like "Come on,
whore, be a good cuntlet and eat all your dinner... open wide
now" as she shoveled the revolting mix into Patsy. I lapped
enthusiastically at Lady Selma's cunt and was rewarded as she
came again and a fresh batch of her juices flooded my mouth. I
just hoped Danny was doing as good a job on my dad and as my
mother let a fart rip into my face I wondered if we would be
playing "shit roulette" later.

Although we played many humiliating bondage and sex game this was
by far the worst. Lady Selma would shit into a dog bowl and
myself, Linda and our two kids would be tied to chairs round a
small circular table with a loose, revolving top. We would all be
properly gagged, naturally. The bowl would be put on the table,
fixed down so it wouldn't fly off and the top spun round. Whoever
got the bowl in front of them would have their gag removed, their
neck rope loosened so they could lean down and have to eat it.
The other three would watch, feeling a sense of relief it wasn't
them this time. It had been Patsy the last two times and I kind
of hoped it might be her again. But whatever happened, there were
plenty of family visit sessions ahead of us for us all to be
punished and humiliated.