"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.