All the characters depicted in this story are 18 or older.
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The two girls were excited about their plan. Their mother had been so bitchy since Allen had come to visit that they decided it was time she got some of her own medicine.
They had lured her out to the barn under the pretext that they wanted her approval for a little surprise that they were planning for their thoroughly pussy-whipped cousin.
Aunt Sylvia looked a little out of place standing in the middle of the barn in her high heels, black nylons, shear blouse and her little black skirt. And she didn't seem too pleased as the girls giggled and fluttered around her.
"What's this all about?..." she demanded.
Clare looked at her sister with a knowing smile. Then she reached into one of the empty stalls and pulled out a pair of padded handcuffs with a long tether attached to them.
"Well, we thought that tonight we'd try a little teasing and flirting and see if we couldn't get Allen all excited, you know. Then we were going to barge into his bedroom and if he was masturbating, we were going to handcuff him with these to the bed. But we don't want to hurt him. What do you think?..."
Sylvia looked at the handcuffs with sparkling eyes.
"I think that that's an excellent idea dear!..."
"But you don't think these handcuffs might hurt him? Would you try them on for us mommy? Just so you can tell if they'll be O.K.!.." Clare asked innocently, holding out the handcuffs.
"I don't see why there should be any problem..." Sylvia said, holding out her wrists for her daughter.
Clare slipped the cuffs on as Diana edged quietly around behind their mother. As Clare closed the handcuffs tight around her mother's wrists with a satisfying clink, Diana snatched up the end of the line that was attached to them and pulled down on it sharply. The tether ran from the cuffs, over one of the barn beams and back down to where Diana had grabbed it. As she yanked down on the rope, Sylvia's arms flew up into the air and her daughters had her strung up from the rafters before she even knew what was happening.
The raven haired beauty was totally unprepared for this attack by her daughters and she didn't like it! She was speechless for a moment as she gaped at Diana and Clare. With her arms stretched out above her, Sylvia's monumental breasts thrust out urgently through her shear white blouse.
"What do you girls think you're doing!...This isn't funny!...You let me down from here this instant!...You're going to be very, very sorry!..." she raged.
But the two girls ignored her as Clare helped Diana adjust the tension on the rope. There was a little pallet lying nearby that the girls kicked up behind their mother's heels. They pulled up with all their might until Sylvia's toes were just touching the ground. She flailed around with her feet and was just able to take the weight off her arms by standing on the little pallet.
"So help me God!..If you two don't let me down from here right now...!...Let me down!...I mean it!..." Sylvia shrieked, glaring at her daughters.
"Now mommy!...You just quiet down!..I don't want to have to use this!..." Diana said, holding up a black shiny ball gag in front of her mother.
"I won't quiet down young lady!...You let me down immediately or you're going to get whipped so bad you won't be able to sit down for a week!..."
Diana just turned to her sister with a shrug and said..." I told you!..." as she moved behind Sylvia and reached around her with the gag.
"I've asked you nicely to stop shouting, but you won't!...Now open wide!.."
But Sylvia stared over her shoulder at her eldest daughter and seethed..."I don't know what you think you're doing little miss but if you think for one second... Owwww!..." yelped Sylvia, her mouth opening into a wide O as a sharp pain lanced through her chest. Diana popped the ball gag into her mother's gaping mouth and cinched it behind her head. Syvia's head snapped forward to find Clare grinning at her, her arms outstretched as she roughly pinched her mother's nipples through her shirt.
Diana walked back to join her sister and the two girls looked at their mother appraisingly.
"I think we should take her tits out, don't you?..." Clare said to Diana.
"Most definitely!..." answered Diana, reaching up to undo the buttons on her mother's shirt.
"Ummmm!...Whhaaaa!...Noooo!..." Sylvia moaned, struggling fiercely but ineffectively as her daughters opened her shirt down to her waist. Two sets of teen-age hands pawed at her bra until her two big melons were fully exposed, jutting out obscenely on top of her twisted bra.
"That's much better, don't you think?..." Clare asked her sister.
"Yeahhh!...That's pretty good!...It just needs...something...I know!....Let's try this!..." Diana mused out loud. Leaning closer to her mother, she tweaked Sylvia's already puffy nipples, squeezing and stretching them from her heaving bosom.
"Wahhhh!...Ahhhhhhh!....Nahhhhh!..." Sylvia choked through the ball gag, the tears springing to her eyes as her daughter roughly groped her sensitive flesh. After a few moments more of this, Diana stepped back to view her handiwork, leaving Sylvia panting behind the ball gag.
The two sister's rude fondling had left their mother's bared breasts heaving, her nipples red and swollen. Those fiery buds jutted out almost two inches from Sylvia's glowing bosom.
"That's much better!..." the two girls said simultaneously, nodding at each other in satisfaction.
Then it was Clare's turn to step around behind her mother and wrap a blindfold around her from behind.
"Now we want you to wait right here for us mommy!...We won't be too long and when we come back we'll have a surprise for you!...We hope you'll like it!..." Clare said excitedly. And then Sylvia could hear the two girls whispering together as they walked away and left her.
Sylvia didn't know what those girls were up to but sooner or later they would have to let her go and when they did she was going to kill them.
A little while later she could hear them returning. One of the girls climbed up on the little pallet with her and seemed to be adjusting something. There was much giggling and shushing and then there was a momentary quiet. Then there was a blinding light as one of them ripped Sylvia's blindfold off.