Chapter 55

THURSDAY OCTOBER 17h, 2047 –AFTER SCHOOL

It had been several days since the Birthday Party. It was transformational not only in how I saw myself but how my family, friends, and neighbors saw me. I was more convinced that the Program had taught me more about myself than I had taught high school boys about female anatomy.

These lessons were more profound, and I didn’t possess the capability to put my thoughts into words. I found it hard to write more than a few paragraphs about my thoughts in the NIS Portal. All I knew for sure was that the lessons transcended normalizing naughty body parts and masturbation.

That was what was on the surface. I was happy; No, I wasn’t just happy. I was actually proud to be a part of a movement that was making people more confident about their bodies regardless of size or shape and feel less ashamed of their kinks and what actually turned them on.

It turns out there were probably MORE people into different kinks than there were people into the “normal” or “vanilla” mainstream stuff. They all were just too afraid that nobody else would understand and accept that.

When I was growing up, I thought girls who were built my size were “fat,” and I still did. I was indoctrinated to think there was something wrong with me for having huge, unwieldy knockers. The girls that showed off their big tits were called attention whore or “BBW” or big boned.

I hid mine behind big, bulky sweaters to avoid judgment from people who may have been just as insecure about their little or medium-sized boobs as I was about mine.

Now, I was seeing uneven tits that sagged in one direction, cocks that bent a different way than my husband’s cock, little ones, big ones, and all sizes in between.

Now, I had come to understand that people liked to masturbate and that there was nothing wrong with being honest about it. I was envious that I was raised in a generation where everyone did it, yet nobody talked about it.

Yet, there was so much more beyond the surface of the lessons behind performing requests and developing the courage to be nude in a room full of strangers or friends with their clothes on.

I was learning to model a power exchange relationship with my daughter openly in public. I had no idea what that even was when I signed up for the Program.

I had been living it for years without even realizing it. Jim made all the important decisions, and I cleaned, cooked, and served him. I was happy that way because I didn’t want to be the one making those choices.

Now, I know there was nothing wrong with that in the first place. There are some people who would see my parent’s relationship and say that the man was “giving up” something by letting my mom be in charge. I still struggled with the taboo because I had been raised to believe it should always be the other way around.

I was still struggling with my thoughts about that because I felt it was natural for me and somehow unnatural for my father to surrender. I struggled with accepting his decision and what made the two of them happy. However, I would never have even had the opportunity to struggle with those thoughts if not for the Program.

The party had brought all of that up in my head and more. It had also built a new bridge with my neighbors. I had known them for years, and now I knew they had relatives who were full-time nudists by choice.

My neighbors had apparently never minded my nudity. They had simply found my strange behavior very confusing, and I realized that it was my fear of their reaction to it that made it difficult for me to have a dialogue with them about it.

I thought about that and more while I cleaned up after the party.

My mother texted me and deeply apologized for making an ass out of herself but told me that she thought I was sexy and meant every word of what she said about wanting to see me again. I was so deeply flattered.

Things with Brunna and Dewey continued to be topsy turvy and on-again and off-again. It seemed she could be fickle and break her pinky swears. I was certain there were two sides to the story, and from her perspective, there may be a good reason to break off their date the next day. I butted out of things between them and let him figure it out.

We stopped playing Pop the Booty almost entirely after that. Jim experimented with Anal Ring Toss, Duck Walk Races, and Julie and I played along even when the rules were clearly rigged against us. The guys were still figuring it out. I noticed that Julie usually snuggled with her father afterward instead of with Reese or Dewey. I didn’t mind. They both snuggled me on Tuesday and made an Oreo out of me. Dewey spooning my back, and Reese hugging me face to face!

They were both hard at first, and that was really flattering. I asked them after about thirty minutes, if they’d like me to take care of them. They slept so soundly after that. I didn’t even see it as sexual at that point, as much as it was just something nice that I could do for my sons to help them relax, so that they could sleep next to me with a throbbing hard-on keeping them up.

It was nice to know that they didn’t freak out about it, or make it weird and just accepted my offer without a lot of complicated feelings about their mother sucking their dicks at night.

Ms. Collins upped our butt plugs to a medium size. It was quite a bit wider, but at this point, I was so used to having things up my ass that I was ready for it. The daily enemas made it so that I rarely had to go poop, and I was definitely never constipated.

I think the party brought us together in other ways and solidified my role as “Slutty Mommy” or Piggy in the house. It was certainly a milestone or a turning point for us. There was no going back or quitting as far as Julie and I were concerned.

Today, we finally had our exchange date with Misty Gibbons and her mother, Crabby (Crystal). Crystal had gone through a bit of a transformation since she started the Program. She was wisecracking and didn’t think the Program made that much sense. Crabby made it very clear from the start that her primary motivation was the money she could earn from being in the Program.

However, over time, her wisecracks and attitude began to change at school. She became more and more compliant to her daughter’s will. Misty and she didn’t go in for speech protocol like “Ma’am” and “Sir, but it was very clear that Misty was the boss.

The rumor was that Crabby had been a lazy, self-centered parent for many years, and her family had taken the opportunity to pay her back for all of her misdeeds. Misty and Crabby themselves openly admitted that Crabby had been an absentee parent and she frequently cheated on her husband.

I wasn’t certain of the reason, but they had not done as many exchange visits as everyone else. I knew they hosted Darla, Thelma, and CR. I was pretty sure Crabby had been to CR’s house.

One of the things that Misty and her family liked to do was scrawl on their mother in magic marker red lipstick. I was no stranger to this because I was frequently the only subject in my daughter’s art class, and I became a bit of a human canvas for certain assignments.

However, people sometimes drew things other than cocks and obscene words on my body. Crabby’s body writing was always intended more like a label to degrade her as a filthy mongrel or to point out something she did wrong as a constant reminder of some failing of hers.

Today, Crabby had the word “RUDE” written on her forehead and underlined in blue, but without any context, I could not be sure why.

At the end of the day, we were supposed to meet them at their house. However, Misty approached Julie and asked if we could give them a ride so their father wouldn’t have to drive so far to pick them up. They lived out in Brookwood Village next to the old Sherwood Cab Company. That was way down on Brockington Road in the north part of town. That area had an “other side of the tracks” feel to it and was well known for prostitutes, riffraff, and crime.

It was a notorious area in West Arkansas that was associated with crime, prostitution, and drugs. Even though most drugs and prostitution were legal, the people of Brookwood still had a reputation for finding a way to continue their reputation.

On this particular day, we didn’t have the Karlson sisters to take home due to Brunna’s spat with Dewey. That was really not that big of an inconvenience for the girls. They didn’t live that far from school.

Misty took the passenger seat next to Julie before Reese could get in the car. Reese and Dewey took the backseat. “You boys mind if we sit on your laps?” Crabby asked.

Crabby was chubby and had fat tits and a big butt, but she wasn’t fat. She wasn’t as big as me, either. She was much shorter. She had dirty blonde hair, a shaved pussy, and an enormous clitoral hood that reminded me almost of a nose sticking out. She had increased the size of the hoops pierced in her nipples and frequently wore body jewelry piercing every day in her pussy, her nose, lip rings. She had a few rough-looking tattoos.

I think Dewey and Reese DID mind, but Crabby was pushy and they were too polite to tell her no. She sat right down on Dewey’s lap and asked him if he wanted to talk about whatever came up. I don’t think Dewey got the joke.

I was relegated to sitting on Reese’s lap. He put his arm around my belly, and I sat down and didn’t hover like I had in the past.

“Are you excited or scared to come to my house, Piggy?” Crabby asked as soon as my daughter started up the car.

“A little of both, I think,” I admitted.

“Don’t worry, Piggy. I told my brothers and sister to go easy on you today because you are a guest,” Misty tried to comfort me. She asked Julie if I could be treated like her mother was.

“I don’t know what that entails, so I can’t agree, but we’ll do our best to conform to how things work at your house. Piggy isn’t Crabby, and she doesn’t have the same boundaries as your mother.”

“What boundaries?” Crabby asked incredulously as she laughed at the notion. “You sound like Ms. Collins junior. Just relax. We don’t go in for the Sir and Ma’am thing at our house. Just talk normal, okay?”

“This is how I talk,” Julie explained and said that I would continue to be respectful. “Piggy can address you by your name, but she needs to address everyone else properly, or she’ll be punished.”

“My NAME is Crystal Gibbons...” Crabby shouted, and she was suddenly caught off guard by her daughter, sending a shock to her collar. I rarely got shocked anymore. “Goddamned it, Misty! I was just talking to Julie. What did you do that for?”

I realized that Crystal talks a lot like my husband does and uses Goddamn a lot in general conversation.

“You are Crabby now. You want me to change it to something worse?”

“No,” Crabby acquiesced.

“Every day we go to school, you are fine. Then on the way home, you start bitching and whining, Crabby!”

“That’s because it’s a lot harder at home!” Crabby admitted.

“You want the money for completing the Program, right?” Misty asked her mother.

“Yes! That’s the point, isn’t it?”

“What are you going to do with all that money when you get it?”

“None of your business, but when I come back from Tunica after doubling it, you’ll see it was worth it! You get a college education of this, Misty.”

I knew of Tunica. It was in Mississippi and renowned for its Casinos. I could imagine a wild and crazy Crabby before she was in the Program taking a jaunt down there and blowing a whole lot of money on a wild trip. That did seem just like something this woman might do on an impulse.

“You keep saying you’ll double your money, but you never have. I don’t know why I waste my time pushing you if you are just going to quit in the middle before either of us get jack squat.”

“I got pregnant for this; you scared off my boyfriend and humiliated me in front of everyone I know. I am all in on this. Misty.”

“You said you couldn’t be humiliated.”

“Well, I didn’t think I could, but you and the others have come damn close. You’ve made me show my ass to everyone I’ve ever known.”

“You agreed to pay back, bitch. Well, payback is a bitch, bitch,” Misty said and gave her mother another shock for no apparent reason.

There was an awkward silence in the car. I decided to offer Crabby some advice that I learned from CR. “Now that everyone knows your secret, and you can’t be humiliated any further in front of them, you have it out there now. So, you may as well enjoy it because you can’t take it back now.”

“Enjoy it? Are you one of those who actually likes this? Or do you just say you do like CR?” Crabby asked.

“I don’t always enjoy every request that I get, but overall, yes, I am learning a lot and enjoying myself,” I admitted. I needed to hear myself say that. Crabby was repeating what that quiet voice of reason in my mind often said in the back of my mind while it played devil’s advocate to convince me I should panic and be nervous.

“Try doing things the way we do at my house and tell me that you enjoy it tomorrow morning, and I will eat your asshole while someone steps on my tits.”

“Do you guys want to come to our house?” Misty ignored the subject and invited Reese and Dewey to their house. I wasn’t sure that was a good idea.

“Yeah, you guys look like you need to get laid,” Crabby told Dewey to loosen up and reached under her body to play with his cock through his jeans. “Do you mind if I take this out and play a little, Dewey?”

“Crabby, don’t scare them off!” Misty shocked her mother. Crabby ground her naked ass into my son’s lap in anguish.

“You just invited them to the house. I assume that means they can dip their wick?” Crabby casually suggested sex with my son. He was of the age of consent in Arkansas, even for a woman as old as Crabby and I. It was his choice. STDs had been virtually eradicated by modern science, and Crabby was already pregnant, so there wasn’t any risk.

“Yeah, but don’t stink up the backseat with your pussy sweat, Crabby. We’re guests! This isn’t Daddy’s meat wagon.”

The way Misty said “Daddy” sounded very sexually suggestive and not at all like a typical teenage daughter would address her father. It reminded me of how I addressed Jim like a lover. I got the impression that was probably the case.

“C’mon, I am horny as fuck, Misty, and I am going to be a good girl when I get home, I promise.”

“Your promises are worth the sweat off of Uncle Lou’s balls! Aren’t they?” Misty sent another quick shock to her mother.

“Ouch! Yes, okay, you got me there! My promises WERE shit, but I’ve been doing what you tell me, Misty. You don’t have to keep zapping me!”

“I can’t beat the snot out of you from up here, so it’ll have to do,” Misty sent another tiny shock to her mother just to be cute.

“Guys, do you want to come with us?” Julie asked them. Reese was a hard pass.

Dewey asked, “Are you related to Timmy and Tommy Gibbons?”

“They are my sons!” Crabby smiled with pride when Dewey mentioned them by name.

“Are they in a different school? I was in middle school with them last year.”

“They are in the same school. They didn’t pass the 8th grade,” Crabby admitted. She didn’t seem particularly concerned about the boys being held back a grade.

“Whose fault is that?” Misty asked.

“They didn’t apply themselves, Misty. How can I help them with their homework? I don’t know jack shit about books and math. What about their Daddy?”

“Daddy was working last year, and you could have got them tutoring or at least HAD a parent-teacher conference,” Misty complained. I could see where a lot of the anger issues came from without looking too closely at their relationship. I wasn’t the best mother either, and I couldn’t help Julie OR Dewey with their homework because it was beyond me.

“Are we going to air all our dirty underwear for the Garners, Misty? Yes, I suck, okay? I eat shit every day because you won’t let me forget.”

“They are going to find out soon enough because you don’t wear any fucking underwear, and neither do I,” Misty continued the metaphor about family secrets and added, “It’s not just payback, bitch. It’s so when this is over, you may make a little more effort toward us.”

“Dewey, do you want to go to their house? I don’t know when I can bring you home,” Julie interrupted and changed the subject.

“Yeah, I like Timmy Gibbons! Maybe I can spend the night?” he asked Crabby. It wasn’t up to her. Misty said that he was free to crash there.

“Reese, are you sure you don’t want to go? I don’t want to drive out of my way just to drop you off, and the Karlsons are in the South.”

“I’ll go,” Reese seemed uninterested. He also wasn’t in favor with Astrid and Cookie right now. It seemed the girls could be very flighty and fickle. They liked fucking new people.

The roads became bleaker as we entered the more poverty-stricken section of North Little Rock. It used to be a relatively thriving industrial and shipping area until we converted to high-speed rail, and the bottom fell out of the trucking industry. The few manufacturers in the area moved closer to where the cargo transit lines were.

“What does your father do for work, Ma’am?” I asked Misty just to have something to talk about in the car because everyone was quiet.

“Daddy doesn’t do anything, which is why we are hoping we do really well in the competition at the end of the month. Daddy hurt himself while working, Uncle Lou is retired from the Air Force, so he gets a small check, and Crabby brings in a little money.”

Crabby grew increasingly silent as the trip went on. I started to realize she had pulled my son’s cock out and was fucking Dewey without telling her daughter. She was slowly dipping up and down, and periodically, she would sit up and say, “Look at that over there? Is that a cow?” and then bounce back down.

“What are the rules at your house, Misty?” Julie asked so that she could decide what I should do.

“We don’t have any rules except to do what you are told. Isn’t that right, Crabby?”

“Yes, Misty! That’s right!” Crabby sounded happy as she bounced on Dewey’s cock.

“Are you fucking Dewey in the backseat? I told you not to do that!” Misty shocked her mother for the full three seconds. Crabby grabbed her neck and shook her hips violently over my son’s cock, as if she was spreading a fresh coat of paint on his dick with her pussy. She gurgled and said she was sorry.

“Your apologies are as empty as your bank account, you sex fiend. Julie was nice enough to give us a fucking ride,” Misty said apologetically.

“That’s okay,” Julie shrugged it off.

“You just got a Freebie, baby!” Crabby said as she wiped his dick off with her hand and then licked her pussy juices off of her hand.

“Are you going in my house naked?” Misty asked. She didn’t seem shocked or alarmed. Her tone was more suggestive that Julie put on her clothes since school was over. I didn’t think much about the reason Misty asked that question, and neither did my daughter.

“Sure, aren’t you?” Julie asked Misty. Misty hadn’t changed into her clothes yet, either. That didn’t make sense to me. Why would she care if Julie wore clothes when she didn’t seem concerned about it for herself or me? I started to wonder what was going on.

“My brothers and Uncle can be a little handsy. You may want to put on some clothes,” Misty suggested to Julie. She was clearly not speaking to me when she made that suggestion.

“I stopped wearing clothes altogether other than shoes. I am used to students being handsy at school. Don’t you teach them about consent?” Julie placed her hands on her hips and stood akimbo with her legs slightly apart as we waited to go inside the tiny single-wide trailer.

“I am warning you now that they are going to paw on you and try to touch you if you walk around nude. You are kind of inviting it at my house.”

I prepared myself mentally for the fact that I’d be groped as well.

“I didn’t bring any clothes,” Julie confessed.

“I’ve got a T-shirt or something that will fit you. I can’t guarantee they won’t try to touch over your clothes either. You can smack the snot out of my brothers if they touch you.”

“You probably should have told us this before we had the exchange?”

“Would you have come?” Misty asked.

“Yes, probably. We are supposed to learn how each other lives outside of school.”

“Thelma was ready to go about an hour into arriving. Darla fucked my Uncle and Daddy and tried to rob us, but she only walked away with some old, expired pain medicine. She and her daughter left about three hours into the visit. The only one who has stayed the entire night was Tiffany and even she was a little surprised,” Misty explained.

“Really?” Julie asked in surprise.

“We aren’t strict, but we play hard. Tiffany and CR get into the rules and positions. We just sort of do what we think is fun.”

“Okay, I can try new things,” Julie offered. I agreed and said that I would do my best to blend in. Misty didn’t care what I thought. She didn’t seem to like me at all and almost never acknowledged my presence unless I spoke directly to her.

The trailer park wasn’t much to look at. Brookwood Village had a broken sign out in front. There were three streets consisting of about 36 single-wide trailers side by side at an angle with almost zero yard space. The roads were just mud with a little bit of gravel around some of the big potholes.

Julie drove my car through it and parked at their house. Misty told us to park down the street because their parking lot gets crowded. My daughter thought nothing of it. I was worried someone would break into the car. I didn’t say anything about it.

We had to walk about half a block together through the neighborhood completely naked. Misty seemed right at home, walking outside. I didn’t see anybody else in the neighborhood that was nude.

Walking through a new place without clothes was surreal, even though I was with my daughter. Julie marched ahead without a second thought and led me by the lead on my collar.

I saw a black family and a few girls wearing super tiny shorts over their cute bubble butts, but nothing approaching nudity. People stared at us, but no one seemed offended or all that surprised by our nudity.

“People like to stare here,” Julie observed as she saw people looking out their windows and gawking.

“Yeah, fuck people,” Misty shrugged it off and said they could all kiss her salty butthole if they didn’t like it. Misty and Crabby were also naked, and they ignored the stares. The narrow road to their trailer was
in disrepair and cracked with lots of potholes. I had to step carefully over the jagged rocks and occasional broken glass from a beer bottle. Misty and Crabby seemed completely used to it.

The trailers were set close together with almost no yards at all, and most of those were tiny – probably a third of the size of my modest house.

Misty didn’t make her mother heel or walk like a dog. That was a good sign. I expected Misty would make her mother do something over the top, and subsequently, I’d have to do it. There were a lot of people watching in the trailer park, but what concerned me more was that the gravel road was full of jagged rocks and dirty, stagnant water puddles. It would have been a very arduous crawl.

Their yard was patchy, and the grass was mostly dead in spots. It looked like no one had taken care of the lawn or watered it in years. There were cans and wrappers, plastic bags, and other garbage in their yard, but that wasn’t uncommon in this trailer park. Everyone’s yard looked like shit.

They had a single tire just lying there with a rusted rim, almost like it was a decoration on the small sidewalk leading to their patio. The porch was a concrete slab covered by a rusty awning that was covered in mold and pollen.

They had several outdoor chairs, a table, a couch, and a bunch of garbage thrown everywhere randomly on their patio. It reminded me of Jim’s shed full of tools, oily rope, empty soda cans, and such.

The only thing I noticed as I approached was it looked like one of the kids had spray painted “Boy’s Rule, Girls Drool” on the side of the trailer with actual paint.

When we arrived, we heard lively noise in the house, and it smelled like dirty diapers, mildew, and hot dog water that had been out way too long. They had an open floorplan single-wide trailer that opened into a living room connected to a kitchen and dining area. The bedrooms were on either side.

There were dishes piled high in the sink to my immediate left. The table was cluttered with knick-knacks, gadgets, and old Amazon boxes. The TV was on. It was an old model from 2030, and her sons were watching the Breakfast Club while hanging out on a dirty couch. The coach had clearly seen better days. It smelled like dog piss and had several burn holes from cigarettes.

There were blankets and pillows on the floor, and it was as if the kids had been making blanket forts. There were dildos and even duct tape lying on coffee tables. A few kinky sex toys hung from nails hammered into the wood grain paneling.

Three wooden paddles and an actual bullwhip were mounted prominently on the wall. The wooden sign above it had burnt in the engraving of the words “Girls Learn When Butts Burn.”

The stark message was pretty clear. The paddles and whips had dust on them and had obviously been hung up years ago. Misty and her sister had obviously grown up seeing this message every day in their household. It was a stark contrast to the enlightened beliefs of the Karlson family and even how we lived at my house.

An old man (Uncle Lou) was chain-smoking off to the side in a small chair. His ashtray was overflowing with ashes. Almost nobody smoked any longer. It was a filthy habit, but he certainly did.

Everyone in the trailer house was fully clothed. The floor in the living room was green shag carpet that was worn out in spots. It looked like it hadn’t been vacuumed since I was in High School. There was a crib in the living room with a baby in it. A cute younger girl with blonde hair was taking care of him. She wore a simple T-shirt that came down about mid-thigh with a Motley Crue logo on it.

“Titties!!” Timmy hopped off the couch and ran to hug his sister. Tommy, his brother, did the same but yelled, “NAKED!”

Instead of hugging, they tried to honk Misty’s perky boobs, and she pushed them aside. They were a little bigger than Dewey, but not much. They weren’t dissuaded. Misty opened her mouth when they put their fingers up to her face, and they felt around inside it and touched her tongue. It seemed almost like a ritual they did every day.

“Okay, Okay! I ain’t got nothing,” Misty just let them feel her up, pull her tits apart, lift them, finger her pussy, and even push fingers in her asshole. “You both don’t have to look! Once is enough!”

“My brother may have missed a spot behind one of your turds!”

“I don’t have any turds in my butt right now, you disgusting retards!”

I wasn’t sure if she was serious. Julie interrupted and said that she didn’t appreciate ableist slurs, and that was offensive on every level.

“I don’t mean retards like people with Down syndrome!” Misty insisted and frowned but didn’t apologize.

The guys moved on to Julie. “New girl! New girl?”

“This is Julie Garner. You don’t have to check her; leave her be,” Misty pulled them off of Julie. They were about to do the same to her as they had to their sister.

“You can touch me, but only AFTER you ask for consent!”

“Consent?” Timmy and Tommy seemed confused. Timmy asked if he could inspect her.

“You can touch me, but don’t be so rough,” Julie offered politely.

The guys slowly lifted her tits, squeezed them, admired them, sniffed them, and then fingered Julie’s pussy. I saw Julie crack a smile because she liked the touching. Then, one by one, they each inserted two fingers and felt around in her. They rubbed her legs and tummy and all around her shoulders.

“You should really wash your hands between girls,” Julie said.

Tommy sniffed his finger and scrunched his nose in disgust. “Smells like tuna!”

“That’s natural after you got me excited!”

The brothers shrugged and moved on to me. They wanted to do the same thing. Julie nodded, and I let them feel me up the same way. They lifted my tits and pretended they were moving boulders. They were kind of rough with me, and they didn’t wash their hands.

They did the same thing to their mother. She clearly expected it and bent over and spread her ass cheeks so they could feel all around in her asshole. Surprisingly, they checked her mouth last after they had felt her pussy and asshole.

“GUM!” Timmy shouted and pointed at his mother’s mouth as if he just caught a major transgression of some kind.

“So what? Gum is allowed!” Crabby said defensively, clearly asking for clemency for what appeared to now be a rule violation of some sort.