For a moment Joan almost believed that Jess didn't know that Henry had changed, choosing her. The look of horror and dispair on her face was all too convincing, but quickly Jess gave the game away. Reddening, avoiding eye contact. 'The little whore wasn't that good of a liar' Joan thought. Daughter or no, lines were crossed, and Joan wanted revenge. Time for the next part.
"I know it's horrible sweetie but..." Joan paused for effect, eyes widening. Then pointing. "You too? Oh God no! Your ears!". She rushed to her daughter's side even as Jess stiffened and began spluttering denials. Heavy and gravid from a belly full of food, Jess couldn't get away, only feebly wobble off her chair, breasts dragging along the table. By the time she stood, Joan was beside her.
"Oh God honey!" Joan moaned eyes on her bulging dungaree now, grabbing the waist of the already half-off dungaree. "Let mommy see!" She exclaimed as she pulled down Jess's pants, exposing her to the room.
Exposed and naked, Jess stood, a mix of skinny arms, legs and body, with bags of large mushy flesh dangling from her chest and lower stomach. Pale as winter, except for red hair and a red face hidden by hands.
"You have an udder and ears!" Joan exclaimed. She turned to Henry, pointing at Jess, "She has an udder...". It sounded soft, sad, remorseful. Joan didn't mean it that way. She turned back to Jess one last time. Arms spreading wide for an embrace. "My baby has an udder"
With that she wrapped her arms around the very nervous, very naked, panicking Jess, and leaned into the hug. Her daughter was so very soft. Joan sank into Jess's bosom and udder. The warmth of her bare skin touching Joan's. Her own breasts and crotch breasts mashing with Jess's.
Jess's nose sniffed, she could smell something. Something familiar. She looked up at her mother. She could see cum, dried and drizzled on her face. Her father's. The same that was inside her. She twinged at the thought.
Joan's one hand began to rub Jess's bare back, and the other her auburn hair, making comforting 'shushing' noises. Joan turned her head up to face Henry.
"It think it's time we got those books that you mentioned Honey. I'll stay here with Jess, if you go knock that wall down." Henry gulped. That seemed reasonable, but a part of him was terrified of leaving the two alone. Especially with both completely naked.
Jess herself was trembling. Not due to any chill, but in apprehension. 'Did her Mum know?' was all she could think.
As she watched her Dad leave, her Mum pulled her head back slightly, and in the sweetest tone said.
"How did it happen for you sweetie?" Jess gulped. She didn't think that her Dad had told. She was fairly sure. Part of her wanted to fess-up, but in the end she was too cowardly to admit something so heinous to her Mum.
Not willing to admit it she mumbled a hurried made-up story. "I... Uh... I was bored and reading a book." She paused for a moment, Joan gave her an encouraging squeeze, hands rubbing her shoulders. Fingernails running up and down. Joan knew she had to run a fine line between comforting Jess and trying to turn her on. Too obvious and the girl might balk, she'd been very resilient thus far, especially to Joan's advances.
Joan pulled back, holding Jess by the shoulders to look at her eyes. Jess's gaze turned downcast, inadvertantly catching Joan's chubby penis, dangling underneath her crotch breasts. Jess gulped and reddened. It took all of Joan's willpower not to get an erection right then. She knew she wasn't going to last long, anger or no. She'd have to try something more drastic.
"It's okay sweetie, you don't have to say. I know how the lust comes on. It does it to me too. But you have to be strong okay!"
Jess's surprise showed, up until then she had thought her mother the weakest link, the one most easily preyed upon by the Cabin. But here she was touting the virute of abstinence; and, to be fair, she hadn't had an incident in two weeks now, which is more than Jess could say. She met her Mother's eyes.
Joan smiled at her daughter, that was it. Cherubic face. Her cock began to pulse, stiffening. The clock was on or she she knew her anger would be overtaken by that voice that screamed to do the punishment personally.
"I know how hard it is honey." She raised her hand to stroke Jess's face, 'accidentally' brushing her pale mushy breast along the way. Jess stiffened.
"Your father. He's just... So rugged... muscley" Jess's eyes widened, she felt a twinge, memory flooding back to her. Her father chopping wood, chest bare, glistening.
"How he looks. His face... So like yours. Lips. Eyes." She stroked Jess's cheek. Jess's eyelids fluttered, she could see him now, lips puckered as she lowered herself onto him. God she wanted him again.
"The way he holds me... The way his hands roam..." Jess leaned in the barest amount as Joan's hands lowered and traced circles around Jess's nipples. Joan watched as they stiffened, poking out like thumbs.
Part of Jess railed against the thought of her mother touching her up, but the talk of Henry drove her on. So good had been the fucking, that the thought, now of it was driving her to want; need more.
"He takes me so roughly too." Joan grabbed Jess by the hips, spinning her and dropping her chest onto the table, breasts hitting hard.
Jess gasped. Too addled at the thought of her father fucking her to resist besides pathetic moans.
Joan too was beginning to lose it. The horny part of her mind, the hairy man's voice was winning out. She stood, penis quivering, at the sight of Jess's glistening snatch. Oh how she wanted to taste it. To stick her cock in it and teach the little whore a lesson. Her mouth tingled, her lips tingled. She felt the changes begin.
"He loves fucking me from behind you know!" Jess bit her lip as she felt her mother's hand roll across her ass, and gasped as she felt two fingers slip in. Involuntarily she leaned back into it. Joan watched as red hair... No... Fur... began to ripple in a line from the base of Jess's neck, down her spine. Looks like Jess's were too. Joan would turn this bitch into a hairy cow.
Jess was soaking, so Joan pulled her hand back, even as hairs sprouted from her ass-crack and around her tail. The fur seemed concentrated in a line from her neck to ass. Feeling her mouth begin to burn she left out a soft. "Mmm-aahh" as she grabbed her cock with one hand, intending to fuck Jess as roughly as she could; and the other she brought to her face to feel the changes. But something made her pause.
Pearlescent cum stained her finger's. Not grool, but cum.
Henry's cum.
Henry's cum from when her husband... HER husband. Had chosen to fuck her daughter, not only that, but to chose cow over goat.
And then to have the two lie so brazenly to her. Joan's anger overtook her again. She was still horny as hell, but the rage focused her mind. She felt her mouth stop tingling, pulling back... She had a plan. Sick to it.
"Oh my God Jess!". She called, feignineg horror. "I'm so sorry. See! it happens so quickly. I..."
She paused for effect as Jess's tail swished and the girl looked over her shoulder, both afraid and needy.
"I have to go... I'm so sorry! It's the Cabin." With that Joan left Jess, moaning in disappointment.
A hurried walk took her to the living room, closing all doors behind her. Inside she saw Henry turn at the sound of her clopping feet. He'd managed to haul the bookcase away and chunk a few bits of log from the wall, but nothing enough that could be called a 'hole' yet.
Leaning, holding the doorframe to hide her erection. She motioned to her face and hair. Cum now fully dried.
"Honey I'm just going to shower, clean this off and get dressed."
Henry nodded, internally he was sighing in relief. Joan seemed composed and not angry. All must have gone well. "H-how is Jess?" He asked, carefully.
"Oh, upset... Didn't want to talk much. Maybe you can get her to open up? You were always better with her." Flashes of Henry fucking the little whore entered her mind again. Joan stifled a wince. "Go talk to her please... make it clear nothing is her fault."
Henry nodded as Joan disappeared from the doorway.