Chapter 54

After the races and the naughty games with cellophane, the party had run its course. People were preparing to leave. It wasn’t a mass exodus all at once, but it was obvious that the festivities were coming to a natural close. My mother continued to drink and laugh, and my father sat by her side, looking slightly annoyed and humiliated.

Julie insisted that I follow the Karlson family on my hands and knees and beg to perform requests for their entire family since not everyone had a chance to give me a request to perform. I offered some reluctance because I was worn out and didn’t want to push myself on them.

Julie gave me a quick shock with my collar. “Get your big butt down on the ground, stick it out where everyone can see your wet pussy, and crawl over to those people and beg them before they leave! I’ll give you another piece of your birthday cake if you do a good job!”

I obeyed with a big smirk on my face.

“Now that we know you are so amenable and open-minded, can we take a rain check for the next time you visit Piggy? I would like to walk you as a dog on your knee pads, and I think it would be nice if you could perform Requests when you visit our house?” Helena asked as she patted my head like I was a dumb dog.

Julie assured them that we both would the next time that we were there. Helena didn’t seem interested in Julie, but she nodded politely and accepted my daughter’s offer.

“I like doing requests, Mamma!” Brunna offered with a smile. Helena told her daughter that she knew that she did, and they were proud of how well she had done. “You can apply to join the Program next year, Brunna. This year it is your older sister’s turn.”

Brunna looked mildly annoyed not to be the center of attention but nodded like a dutiful daughter. She was built like an adult, but she definitely had a very immature side. I could see why that frustrated Dewey. He still hadn’t hit his high school growth spurt but was far more mature mentally.

I apologized to Astrid and Cookie for not getting to them earlier to beg to perform a request for either of them.

“Oh, that was okay! We had fun! We loved meeting your Mamma and Pappa!”

I smiled at them, and they hugged me and kissed me before leaving. Their naked bodies felt good against my skin. Astrid made her sister take a position on the floor by crawling next to me after the hug. Cookie pretended to be a silly puppy and sniffed me before the family left.

Jim decided that it would be a shame to waste these party games and said he’d like to alternate them into the regular Pop the Booty schedule.

“You aren’t going to get us to say Banana by making us duck walk!”

“I’ll think of something! Maybe I can chase you around with a pellet gun and shoot your cute little ass!”

“I don’t think so, Daddy!” Julie assured him.

Brunna came running back after their family had just left. She seemed very excited. Her big, fat, young titties flapped in the night air as she came over to where we were and ran straight to Dewey.

“I’ll go to Homecoming with you!” she kissed him. It seemed she had just reached a conclusion on the way out the door and dramatically came storming in to inform my son. Brunna’s kisses were very wet, and she used a lot of tongue. I could tell that Dewey was never going to learn to kiss properly from this silly big-titty bimbo.

“Really?” Dewey asked her enthusiastically.

“Yes, I just decided, but you must do the thing!”

“Okay!”

“You pinky swear?” she said and offered her pinky. He pinky swore. Brunna hugged us again quickly and ran naked across our lawn to her family’s car. I had no idea what the “the thing” was and nobody else did either. I assumed that I would find out soon enough.

My parents were the last to leave the party and they stayed a little too long. I felt my mom only left because she drank the last of my husband’s bourbon. They came over to where we stood in the backyard. My mom admitted that she was a little tipsy, as she leaned her naked body on my father for support.

“She was probably a whole LOT tipsy!” Jim whispered and lamented that my mother had drained the liquor cabinet.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening, Piggy! I am so jealous that Julie gets to have you!” My mom slurred.

“She’s mine!” Julie smiled quite soberly.

“Yes, yes, rub it in my face. All I have to trade for your mother is this worthless man,” she looked at Stanley with disgust, but I could tell she didn’t mean it. “He’s pathetic, but he is the father of THIS beautiful thing!” my mom rubbed her body against me and groped me. Drunkenly, she said, “Then this Piggy made these three cute little piglets, and I just love them so much!” she pulled her grandkids close to her bosoms and held them there.

The fact that she was naked made it a little sexual, but at this point, Dewey and Reese were used to having bare titty in their face.

I wondered if she fantasized about them like she said she did me. I was still processing the fact that my mother admitted to having thoughts about me when I was Julie’s age. That was quite a revelation!

“You throw a hell of a party, Brittany,” my mom burped and then corrected herself by calling me Piggy. “You should get that name tattooed right there above your pretty fat pussy! You didn’t get that fat hole from me! Look at that gash! Goodness, gracious! I can see your intestines from where I am standing! You did get my asshole, though! Very pretty! I bet it’s delicious like mine.”
My mom spun me around and pulled my ass cheeks apart with asking for consent. She admired my ass and then abruptly let my cheeks slap together.

“What’s my ass taste like Stankley?” my mom very likely intentionally slurred my father’s name. It was hard to tell how drunk she truly was, but I had never seen her act this way before. All I can tell you is that she becomes much more abrasive and openly horny when she drinks.

“Raspberry, my dear!” Dad was stone-cold sober when he suggested my mom’s asshole tasted like fruit.

“Precisely! You’ll eat it if you are lucky! Would you like that, Stankley?”