Prudence Tailleferre entered the D'Enfer home where her niece Justine and her nephew Justin lived with some trepidation. Justine's return from Europe had been almost two months ago; Prudence had been left out of their lives almost from the instant Justine returned. There was one magic night with the three of them together right after her return, with a promise of more such evenings, but they never materialized. Prudence had spent a lot of time around the twenty something kids, and this felt rather odd to be left out of the loop for an extended period of time. Chelsea had also been left you out for the most part: she reported a couple of shopping trips with Justine soon after their return, but she had been left out of their lives as well.
Justine answered the door, dressed down in sweats and white socks, compared to the grey business suit Prudence spent wearing the entire Monday at her chief librarian's desk. Justine greeted her aunt with a warm squeeze and a lingering, open mouthed kiss on the lips. "Come this way, Auntie Pru. Justin will have dinner ready in about five minutes. Would you care for a glass of sherry?"
"Yes, of course, Justine." Prudence followed her niece down the corridor, down to the den where Justine poured her aunt a glass of sherry. The younger woman bubbled with stories of her adventures overseas and her return to the States. Prudence replied with a few innocuous stories about the library, including gossip about a couple of librarians she suspected of carrying on an affair. She sipped the glass of sherry, and when she finished it, her niece poured another. "So, Justine, do you have any news of your parents?"
Justine's good humor drained away momentarily. "No, last I heard they were getting used to life in Morocco. My cousin Chelsea heard a wild rumor that they were going to have another baby, but knowing my mother, there's no way she'd agree to that. My guess is that my father has a harem set up and my mother is running it for him, keeping his pole greased and terrorizing the women he's not keeping busy that night. They may be fucking each other more than once a month, but I don't believe they're going to have a baby in the desert."
Justin appeared at the head of the stairs and announced: "Dinner is served."
As they came to the table, Justin was wearing a white shirt and black slacks, his hair combed neatly. The meal of spinach salad, prime rib with asparagus, and cr‚me brule‚ was accompanied by a dry red wine and light conversation. Justin talked about running his new nightclub, which was quickly becoming the most popular in town with a younger crowd, and Justine continued to babble about her travels in Europe, including how she started a riot on a Roman bus by giving a bus inspector a hand job. Prudence talked more about the state of her Aunt Adele, Justin studiously avoiding their eyes as she talked about the old woman, and the upcoming tax issue to support the Public Library she worked in. Justine appeared to pay attention to every word her aunt was saying, but a sharp gleam in her eyes distracted the older woman as she spoke.
At the end of the meal, Justin excused himself to go down the club to do some paperwork while it was empty. Justine and Prudence spent a few moments clearing up the table and putting the service in the dishwasher before returning to the downstairs den. The younger woman got them both drinks and settled on a sofa next to her aunt. "Well, Auntie Pru, I never thought he'd leave," she said before kissing her aunt hard on the lips, pawing her torso and pushing her knee into her aunt's crotch. They made out for several moments before, Justine started to peel off layer of Prudence's business suit; when she got down to the underwear, Justine peeled off her track suit to reveal nothing underneath. It was a contrast on the couch: a dumpy older woman in her mid forties with graying, light brown hair laying on her rumpled business suit being mauled by a lithe, naked young woman with chestnut hair, nicely proportioned hips and breasts in her early twenties. Justine ripped open Prudence's bra and kneaded her huge, pendulous breasts urgently. Justine's hand buried itself in Prudence's crotch, pushing and pulling and pinching as the older woman reveled in the attention; as the older woman approached climax, the younger suddenly backed off and pointed to a hook in the ceiling. "Let's try some of our old games together," she said. Prudence was lost in her frustrated orgasm, and peeled off what was left of her clothes to place her wrists in leather cuffs that were attached to the hook in the ceiling which depended from a large wooden beam. With a wicked grin, Justine fastened them tightly and hung them from the hook in the center of the room.
Prudence hung there with her arms directly overhead for several minutes before Justine returned with a roll of duct tape, a whip, and a small red box. "This is a fine Italian whip I picked up while I was there. Do you like it?"
"It looks lovely," Prudence replied. "Where did you get it?"
"Florence. It cost a pretty penny. Would you like to help me break it in?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No," Justine said with a small pout on her face, as she walked around behind her aunt. She snicked the whip and a light red mark appeared on the older woman's left hip. Red stripe after red stripe appeared on Prudence's hips as her niece worked around her huge ass, curling around her thigh toward her crotch. "I've been hearing about things that have been going on here while I was gone. You've been a naughty girl, Auntie Pru."
The whip landed harder. Prudence's unwilling abstinence made the blow more painful, she let out a yelp as it landed across her stomach. The next blow reached up and touched her right nipple, drawing another yelp of pain. Justine swished the leather around, making its presence felt without touching its target. "You've been fooling around with Justin. My brother." The whip laid another angry line across the huge mammaries. "You've let him do things that I've only done to you. You've sucked his cock, swallowed his sperm. He's been fucking you, fucking you up the ass. You've done him at your office, you've done him at the club, you've done him at your house, and you've even done him here." The whip landed several times in quick succession across Prudence's tits; she screamed at the sudden assault, her body swinging on its bonds and dancing vainly to get away from the leather.
