Chapter 7

The text was from David, a guy we met at the adult novelty store. He had left a substantial tip for my mom and asked for her number after she sucked him off when we were there. I gave him my number and told him I’d consider setting something up outside of the store if he was serious.

“Hey, I am free tonight. How would 250 for an hour work?” He texted me. It made me instantly uncomfortable to see money and sex in a text from a guy that I had barely met once.

I texted back that I was not sure I wanted to discuss it with him in text.

“Frustratingly, that would be entrapment if I were a law enforcement officer, and I am certain you are not. I missed your mom when she hit the store last Sunday, and I heard she’s even better than before. I’d like to actually touch her flesh, look into her eyes, and have a real connection for once. 300?” he wrote back almost immediately and added two eggplant emojis for emphasis.

Despite my emotions, I texted my brothers and asked how they felt about his offer. Trent’s immediate response summed it up: “300 split three ways is a hundred each.”

“We have to give Mom some,” I texted him back.

“She’s getting some rando dick. Isn’t that enough?” Trent texted me in the group chat I had set up just to discuss the new rules with Misty. My mom did love riding cock, and she was giving it away for free anyway.

“I’ve seen this guy’s pecker. He’s a twig!” I wrote that our mom probably wouldn’t love it all that much.

“Fine, half and half! 50 each, and she gets 150” my brother negotiated.

It was decided. I provided David with our address and time. I was uncertain if I should warn my mom in advance or even discuss it with her. She had not balked at serving our neighbors Jerry and Oliver.

Misty had enjoyed blowing this guy once – she might enjoy it again. I decided to wait until we were home to tell her about it.

We eagerly awaited her arrival home from work, taunting her as she undressed for us. Even Misty herself confessed that she was a cock-obsessed whore when we labeled her that. We were able to pinch, pull, poke, and prod Misty all over. Trent thought it would be fun if it were more of a surprise and so we waited to tell her about our guest. I had mixed feelings about keeping it from her. Trent reminded me that Misty liked to live in the moment and be spontaneous.

When the doorbell rang, we sent her to answer it. Misty turned pale as a sheet, that she’d have to do it in the nude wearing only a collar. We even left some leather straps on her like she was a present for David. Misty didn’t refuse. My mom kept looking over her shoulder at us as if to confirm that we really wanted her to answer the door completely naked.

Misty could move her hands but her ankles were bound together and she had to hobble step. Her thighs were bound with a big leather belt. I texted David to tell him my mom was coming slowly and to just hold his horses when the bell rang again.

“I am not at the door,” he replied via text. As his arrival drew near, the realization hit me: I had sent my mother to the door to greet an unknown stranger.

Except it wasn’t a total stranger, but it wasn’t who I thought it would be either. My mom didn’t seem entirely surprised.

“Hello Doug, hello Robert,” Misty greeted two of my least favorite people in the world rather coldly. She didn’t make any attempt to hide her nudity in the doorway, but she didn’t welcome them inside either.

My mom had just sucked the doorknob open and was standing there naked, tits hanging out and just looked at them as if waiting for a sales pitch on vacuum cleaners so she could close the door.

“Well, holy shit!” My dad laughed as he looked my mom up and down.

“What do you want?” she asked curtly. I felt like I needed to intervene, but Trent and James cautioned me to let our mother handle it.

“We came here to get Doug’s sex toys.” I thought my dad replied rudely, “But what do I want?” I’d like to have some of what you have.

“I don’t think so, and you left the toys here, so they are mine now.” Misty denied them entry with a bitter tone in her voice. She sounded like she might cry. I stepped up to take over the conversation. I had enough of my father’s bullshit and we hadn’t intended to put our mother into this situation.

“What the fuck? You are playing sex games around my son?” My dad snarled angrily. He must have assumed my mom was playing with a boyfriend and we were somewhere else.

The words “my son” stuck in my craw. I barely ever saw this jerk, and even though I was aware he had a new residence, girlfriend, and vehicle, he never paid child support.

“He lives here.” Misty’s voice cracked a little as her confidence waned. She didn’t have to explain that to him. He was just surprised that my mother didn’t care that I saw her nude.

“Send him to his room or to a neighbor’s house if you mean want to get your freak on!”

“Doug left Misty tied up and swinging for us to find her tied up like this,” I interjected. I wanted to point out that Doug had already made it impossible for us not to know what my mother got up to in her spare time.

My dad glared at Doug. I don’t know if he cared or believed me. He seemed angrier to learn that I called my mother “Misty” instead of Mom. He told me that calling her anything but Mom or Ma’am was disrespectful.

“Give me a break. You think I am going to call you Dad? Because I don’t respect YOU, Robert. Just using your first name is a courtesy that I don’t think you deserve.”

My dad looked like he was going to fire back at me, but instead he took a deep breath and sighed. I had made a good point, but I think my father didn’t see it that way at all.

“Can we come inside and talk about this? Your mom’s flashing titty to the entire neighborhood,” Doug finally spoke up. It was broad daylight, but there was little chance anyone would see my mother’s nude body from the front door with these two burly men standing there in front of her.

“What do we have to talk about, Doug?” I asked curtly.

“Your attitude toward me is one thing,” My father sounded pissed off. I wasn’t used to talking to adults this way—not men anyway. I had developed some confidence over the past few weeks, but this felt like it was escalating and would probably end in a fist fight with my own father.

I was young but doubted I could take these two grown men, if that did happen. My brothers would have been next to useless because they were not big guys.

“No, I should apologize for leaving your mother hanging. As soon as I realized I was way in over my head, I began to panic and become extremely distressed. “I had intended to return and untie her, but I was unable to confront your mother after leaving her in that state, so I essentially withdrew,” Doug admitted honestly.

“Jesus, Doug. You left my ex-wife tied up?” my dad looked askew at his friend.

“Yeah, hanging from a cherry picker in the garage,” Doug sounded almost proud of himself now. His apology had been an act.

“That fucking cherry picker that Larry left here? I could use that thing!” my father insisted. He feigned anger, yet his secret amusement at my mom’s abandonment was evident. “How long did Loverboy here hold you captive?” he inquired as he pushed into the door and tried to touch my mother’s tits.

The move infuriated me. What right did he have to touch my mom? She wasn’t his anymore, and he certainly wouldn’t get my permission. Trent and James also thought he was a dickhead.

“I don’t remember how long I was hanging there,” Misty admitted. She looked frustrated and appeared to want to end the entire confrontation. She didn’t defend her tits, but she did move back from the doorway to give some ground to the two men.

“So, what happened? Despite the fact that my son has untied you, you continue to roam around with your pussy shaved and play bondage games”

Misty looked down at the floor, ashamed of herself.

“I don’t get it. He’s your master now?” Doug guessed that I was in charge. He seemed instantly jealous as he tried to put things together in his head.

“No, I am not Michael’s slave,” Misty said with a look of confusion on her face. It was obvious she was ashamed of herself, and she didn’t want their judgment. They were assholes and I didn’t care what they thought but, I also resented how they made my mom feel.

I didn’t want to force my mother to slam the door in their faces, and my father had already insisted on coming into the foyer. He wasn’t groping my mother’s tits, so we allowed them to come inside and closed the door.

“Cool, if you want to play tie-up games, I’ll be your master. Doug offered, “I just sort of panicked because we were discussing moving in and shacking up and all that nonsense.” Robert glared at him for suggesting getting together with his ex-wife. I was positive that my father was jealous and possessive, even though there was no chance in hell that Misty would get back with either of them. I doubted Doug’s offer was even legitimate.

“Yeah, in your big mansion?” I also glared at him to remind him how he lied to us about his big house. Doug had lied to my mom about a lot of things including his wealth. His house was even dumpier and smaller than ours.

“I found out where Arnold’s Shake Shack is, Potsie!” Doug countered. I had sarcastically told him I’d go down to Arnold’s Malt Shop with the five dollars he gave the rest of us to get rid of us. It was a fictional malt shop on the show Happy Days. I thought everyone knew that.

Trent and James joined us. My sister was nowhere to be found, but it was typical for her to be up in her room doing Goth shit (sulking, listening to emo music and writing dark poems) all alone.

“You walk around naked in front of your other sons, too?” Robert scolded my mother. Then he made a grievous mistake. He brought up Hope. “You better not corrupt my daughter and do any of this crap in front of her!”

In his mind, Hope was probably not the mature goth teen that she had become, but still the innocent little girl who used to wait patiently for hours for him to pick her up, even though it was obvious he wasn’t coming. I hated him more for breaking her heart than for disappointing me. She’d wait with a board game she wanted to show him. As far as I knew, the board game was still unopened under her bed.

“Of course, they do it in front of me, sir.” I heard Hope’s sweet voice behind me. It was puzzling because my sister NEVER spoke sweetly. It sounded unnaturally polite to me, but my father seemed pleased when he first heard Hope.

I expected my sister was about to say something sarcasm, but instead she continued with the honeyed tone and added “I am their house pet.”

I turned as soon as I heard that. Everyone, including Misty, had a “what the fuck” expression on their faces as we looked toward the stairs next to the living room.

My sister was completely naked as she descended the stairs, except for a spiked dog collar and high heels. She had big hoops in her nipples and large hoop piercings in her clit, similar to the one she had given my mom. She went down on all fours, placed her palms on the carpet, and calmly crawled towards us like an obedient dog.

I wasn’t sure what was going on. I think everyone else was stunned into silence as well. Doug was the only one smirking.

“May I please stand up and address our guests?” As she slowly crawled, she asked my brothers and me. Of course, Hope’s fat tits dragged the carpet. I was shocked so badly that all I could do was mumble “ok.”

I was absolutely flummoxed. My first thought was that my sister was intentionally trying to embarrass us by pretending she does this too and make us seem like freaks. The other thought I had was that she was trying to impress our Dad somehow, but none of this made any sense to me.

“I guess we should thank Doug. At first, I had no interest in being trained in submission,” my sister began by looking up with her baby blue eyes. “ What Doug did with Misty was sexy and dangerous, and I wanted to do it too. After Doug abandoned my mom in the garage, I realized how unsafe and irresponsible most so-called masters can be. I knew that my brothers would always protect me and keep me in my place.”

Holy shit. I can’t explain to you how silent we were, but “quiet” doesn’t quite cut it. The silence felt like it was adding an extra layer of gravity on us and the rest of us stood there with confused expressions.
“My mother and I, aren’t their slaves. We are their house pets. Although it is a nuanced differentiation, it simply signifies that they are prohibited from fucking us. We can lick their asses or eat their jizz, but there are certain restrictions; therefore, it is not truly incestuous and we aren’t fully slaves.”

My dad’s face twisted and contorted. I want to say it was rage, disbelief, shock, and several other expressions that there are no words for all combined into one very expressive but silent facial expression. Hope was his “little girl” and this news had obviously rocked his world.

It wasn’t true, at least not that Hope was our Pet. I realized my sister was probably fucking with Doug and our father and that was a good thing.

I wanted to play along, but my dick was involuntarily getting hard from hearing my sister sweetly explain what a slut she was for me, even if it was a lie. I didn’t want my dad to see me with a boner. I shifted uncomfortable and nodded in agreement that Hope belonged to me.

“You lick their ass holes?” Doug was excited for Hope to confirm that topic. He was the kind of pervert who would be interested in my sister. He made no secret about how amused he was by this situation.

“Indeed, I am uncertain whether my mother or I have the larger brown nose! You wrote urinal on my mom’s tits and left her there, and that excited me so much that I wanted to be a full service toilet.”

Wow, where was this coming from? Hope spoke with a polite certainty that sounded like it could ONLY be the truth. I knew it was a lie and yet, even I found it hard to believe that she was making it up. My sister certainly sounded like she was telling the truth.

We had smacked her tits around, but after that experience, she never offered again and didn’t mention it. My sister made it sound like this was our 24/7 relationship now.

“We will fuck anybody that they tell us, obviously. So, if you want me, that’s up to my brothers,” my sister sounded innocent but with a naughty undertone to her voice like she was eager to fuck either of them and hoped they’d ask if they could. There was so much nuance to my sister’s act that I had to adjust my boner in my pants.

Hope had just told her biological father that she’d have any kind of kinky sex with him if we gave him permission. It was fascinating, unbelievable, and simply bewildering that’d she’d go that far to fuck with them. I couldn’t conceive of what she hoped to gain from this. It seemed as though she was deadly serious and it truly was up to me and my brothers.

My father and Doug were bewildered as well. They stumbled over themselves and began to get confused as they asked questions or made comments and talked over one another.

“It’s true,” Misty agreed with Hope. “I trust Mike, Trent, and James to own my pussy. I wouldn’t fuck you even if I wanted to, but if they told me to bend over and take you both up my ass, I’d spread. That’s the deal.”

My mother spoke with the same conviction that Hope had earlier. She didn’t sound as submissive in her tone, but Misty sounded like she meant what she had said.

“You convinced our daughter to do this filth with you?” my dad asked.

“Oh no, that’s her decision.” Misty seemed certain of that. My mother’s confidence seemed to be returning. I think Doug and Robert’s appearance at the door had made her retreat into her shell and want to hide. However, now she was playing along with her daughter and she sounded much more certain of how things worked. Misty remained polite, aloof, and quietly confident without arrogance. It was a very sexy attitude.

“You two get it on?” Doug asked my sister and mother. My mom seemed like she was going to answer, but Robert’s silent glare suggested that he withdraw the question. Doug looked deflated and quietly withdrew from the conversation.

“So, this is how you live now?” Robert asked with a disapproving tone.

“Yes, Sir.” Misty replied.

“And you like it?”

“Yes.”

“All the time?”

“Things get a little wilder on weekends. On weekdays, we keep it simple like this,” Misty said, looking down at her body.

“This is simple?” Robert asked rhetorically. Hope remained on her hands and knees and my mother stood naked with leather straps still hanging from her thighs and her ankles bound.

“Oh yes,” Misty said but then admitted that her wrists would probably be tied behind her back if they had showed up a few minutes later.

Doug questioned how things could be more intense than tying up or crawling around in the living room naked.

“Misty gets to go to suck cocks at Glory Holes on the weekends, and this past weekend I took them to the Ren faire. Misty won a wet t-shirt contest and became a public toilet in an open field,” I exaggerated.

“No fucking way,” Robert sneered at his daughter.

“It’s true; I’ve got the pictures of it,” I said. I was bluffing. The pictures of my mom playing around the public toilet sign were pretty tame. The doorbell rang.

We were still fairly close to the door.

“May I get it, sir?” Hope asked politely. I nodded. She crawled forward. I saw her cute little pink butthole as she wiggled her ass slowly and rose up off the ground. She answered the door completely nude except for her dog collar. It was David from the adult store that I invited over. He was clearly late, but in some regards he was right on time.

“Oh, you must be Daniel? I remember you from the glory hole.” Hope posed and gave him a wonderful view of her cleavage as she looked up at him from the door. She seemed bubbly and eager to please. It was definitely not like her normal behavior, but it was extremely convincing. My sister played a horny air-head to the hilt.

He was beside himself. The first time David met me, he expressed interest in my sister. This must have been a dream come true for him. He corrected her politely and introduced himself as David. He gazed deeply at both my mother and my sister.

“I am so sorry, Sir. I won’t forget the name again. I am flattered that you came here today and remembered us! May I ask If you are here to fuck me or my mother?” Hope fluttered her eyelashes and flirted with him by taking his hand and leading him inside so that she could close the door.

“I am sorry I was late. I got caught up in traffic. Are these guys before me?” he asked. He assumed my father and Doug were also customers who had just paid for sex. I am sure that embarrassed my father somewhat to be thought of as a paying customer.

“I think they will be going soon? Or should we fuck them now, Sir?” Hope asked as if she wouldn’t mind having a tumble with our father.

“I can’t possibly grant you permission to fuck Misty or Hope,” I said to my father.

“I never said I wanted to!” Robert complained angrily. We had definitely gotten under his skin. If there was one thing my sister was great at, it was doing that.

“Well, then you should probably get going,” I added.

“Can I get the breast pump? It’s not mine, and I need to give it back,” Doug asked as Robert led him out.

“Oh, thank you for leaving that. My brother uses it to milk my fat tits. I think I am almost ready to give actual milk.” Hope exerted considerable pressure on her nipple and produced a hissing sound as she endured the agony, she caused herself by crushing and hand pumping it roughly. She seemed like she was trying to milk herself like a cow but frustrated that nothing came out of her tits. “Please don’t take the pump. It’s the only way I can orgasm lately,” my sister politely suggested.