Chapter 59

After a minute of kissing, we both went to work, taking turns sucking and licking Danny’s dick as he sat behind his desk. We worked in a tandem effort. He had no interest in letting us finish him but instead pulled his dick from our mouths and ordered me to sit on it.

I was horny, and after a night of sex with total strangers, I didn’t mind another dick to love on. I didn’t even mind that I was doing it in the bright light in front of my sons. They had seen me fuck many of their friends at school. It was somewhat liberating to know that they wouldn’t be totally shocked that we went down on this man in front of them, even after he talked to us with contempt and talked down to us.

Julie and I kissed a few times as we got into position kneeling at his feet. No one told us to do that. It was just organic to the situation. I think I was over-sexed at this point, I would have done anything for pleasure. I was getting turned on just sucking this guy off and taking turns deep-throating, but he wanted more.

He made my daughter kiss and lick his balls while he fucked me in the ass in front of my sons and his daughters. “C’mon, big girl, let me see how you do!” he grabbed my hips and pushed me off. He made my daughter suck his dirty cock clean.

Julie obliged him without any reluctance. She seemed willing to do anything that I would do. I respected that about her. I don’t think she was turned on by the situation like I was, but she also didn’t make it seem like a chore either. She had a pleasant smile on her face, as she obeyed his every command like it was a request.

Then he let her finish him off by riding his dick with her pussy, and after he exploded in her, he was satisfied that we had the job. He practically threw Julie off his lap when he was done with her and left her to stand there with cum dripping down her leg.

“Now, Piggy,” Danny wasn’t done talking to us. “You aren’t very talkative. I guess you are shy. You work for me now. I don’t know much about this Breeder Program. You are pregnant?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I felt sick to my stomach, calling this man my Daddy. It felt disrespectful to my own father and my husband. I didn’t want to think about what Jim would think when I told him. I kind of hoped that Julie wouldn’t make me be honest about it, but it wasn’t like her to keep secrets from her father.

“I am pregnant, just like your wife, Daddy,” I admitted.

“I take it you are just as bad of a mother as Crystal, and you fuck your whore of a daughter and sons just like she does?”

“Not my sons, Sir. I suck their cocks,” I admitted before correcting myself and calling him Daddy. Saying it out loud made my stomach butterflies churn, and I felt guilty – like a bad mother. Even though, everyone in the room was clearly open to incestuous relationships. I didn’t want to embarrass my boys, either. No one at their school knew what I did for them at home.

“A whore with standards! Well, that’s interesting; here you fuck anyone I tell you to fuck. Your worst enemy, the biggest bastard, and both of your sons if they have 20 dollars.”

“Daddy, we were getting $50 for her out in the yard,” Misty reminded her father before I could say anything about Danny’s new condition. I wasn’t sure what to say about it, anyway.

Danny looked at Misty; his stare was all he needed to tell her, and he didn’t want to be interrupted. He returned his somber gaze on me. I felt like a wounded gazelle as a lion sized me up for dinner.

“You are pretty, and you’ve got fantastic tits, but you are not a teenage girl. I charge a premium for them. The other girls have to work twice as hard if you are the same price. I saw how often they picked Julie over you. You’ll work for 20. You are a new toy, so you got lucky tonight. We cater to all kinds. Crystal is my bargain barrel girl. A guy who doesn’t want to spend half his paycheck and just get his dick ridden by a washed-up, worn-out whore, can slap down a twenty and have a good time. Diversification. You will appeal to cheap niggers. I want you busy. I am sure you make some wonderful home cooking, but canned beans are just as good.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I didn’t argue.

“I like how you respond, but you can shut your cock hole and listen. If you have a question, don’t interrupt. I’ll let you know when to talk,” Danny instructed. He was so pushy and confident. He reminded me of Julie’s friend Tiffany in many ways.

“Misty is pretty tough on my wife. I take it your daughter is strict with you, too. Out there, you are both whores, and you work for me. That means you don’t answer to Julie. You answer to me and whoever I tell you to answer to, which right now is my daughters. That is the only reason that I am allowing them to be the boss of you, since you seem to need some supervision. That could change if they spend more time fucking with you than they do with customers. Is that a problem?”

I waited and looked at Julie. She gave me a nod that it wouldn’t be.

“I am supposed to obey my daughter and look to her for guidance, Daddy,” I explained. Danny didn’t like it that I said something that contradicted the new hierarchy that he had just put into place. I felt compelled to point out that I had agreed to do whatever my trainer told me to do.

I realized I had just done exactly what he told me not to do by talking before he was finished. I hoped he wouldn’t be angry. If he was, Danny didn’t show it on his face. He continued and even decided that it didn’t matter if I did what Julie told me to do.

“As long as it doesn’t contradict my instructions, I am very hands-off. I run three other brothels. I am not always home. I’ve got a stand-up guy like my Uncle Lou at every location. How would you feel if I split the two of you up some nights when I am short?”

“I wouldn’t like it,” I replied quite honestly.

“Let’s get something clear. I am not asking if you prefer jelly to jam or honey. I don’t give a fuck what you like. I am trying to figure out how flexible you can be.”

Julie wanted to interrupt, but she knew that Danny wouldn’t tolerate that. He was addressing me, and he would have simply been upset if she interrupted.

“My daughter and I are a package deal, Daddy.”

“You know how many times I’ve met mother and daughter hookers that just turned out to be a stepmom with her loose stepdaughter?”

Julie slid our IDs across the table, and he looked at them and then glanced up.

“Okay, you work together. That’s extra money. When you are fucking with your daughter, the girls can charge $100. Otherwise, it’s 20 to play solo,” he decided my price before asking us if we had any questions. It was deeply humiliating to know that I’d do practically anything for twenty dollars, but I reminded myself up until now I’d do it for free when someone made a request.

“Am I allowed to bring my own dildos and a butt plug, Daddy?” I asked sweetly and smiled because I was embarrassed to speak up and ask for clarification about any exceptions where I could earn a little more than twenty dollars for fucking a total stranger.

The thought of being a whore was exotic and strangely arousing but also terrifying – it was almost like the first day that I entered the Program. I remember thinking that everyone was going to see me naked and judge me. I wondered what my sons would think of me now that they knew I could fuck for money.

I wondered what Jim would say, and I hoped he wouldn’t freak out.

“Absolutely; if your shit turns up missing, though, I am not responsible for any lost items, and I don’t do drama. I am not getting into that. You bring a toy, that’s your responsibility. If it turns up missing, too bad, so sad, tough titty. You are in luck working out of my house. I usually only have my daughters and wife. Occasionally, I’ll rotate in a cunt that I want to keep a close eye on.”

I wanted to ask where else we would work, if not from his house, but I felt like I might not want to know the answer to that question.

I had no other questions. He called me a “Very agreeable bitch” and then asked, “I presume your rules are similar to Crystal. You have to take an enema, drink from a bottle, sit and spin on a ten-pin, all that shit?”

“Yes, Daddy, that’s why I am so respectful to my betters.”

“Crystal is anything but respectful, and she doesn’t do any of that.”

“Each of us has slightly different rules,” I explained that my rule was that I was supposed to address men as Sir.

“I don’t fully trust both of you yet,” he addressed my daughter and me, and ignored what I just told him. “Nothing this good just drops out of the sky and asks to work for me, but I like what I see. I think we can do business. You are hired.”

With that, we were dismissed. Timmy and Tommy were waiting in the living room watching television. It seemed our long night was over, and they were unwinding.

Lou nodded in the direction of the hallway coming off the kitchen on the left. We followed Misty and Savannah to their bedroom. “Where should we sleep?” Julie asked.

“I don’t know what you were thinking asking US to be the boss of you?” Misty sounded exasperated and ignored my daughter’s question.

“You basically told us the ropes, and my brothers were asking YOU what we should do. I thought you wouldn’t mind. Should we go tell your Dad that you changed your mind?” Julie asked politely.

“I don’t know why you would want a boss, but NO! I haven’t changed my mind. I just didn’t expect that to happen,” Misty was clearly baffled by my daughter’s generosity and willingness to enter into this agreement with her father.

I felt I understood Julie well enough to know that she had a plan and a logical reason. She also had the best of intentions and wasn’t up to mischief. I knew that much for sure.

“Daddy pitched a fit when he heard that the only way we could be in the Program was if I volunteered to Train my mother. I didn’t think he’d allow it. He doesn’t like uppity girls who don’t know their place. It blows my mind that he’d agree to this arrangement. Now, he’s going to expect me to pull my weight with you. I don’t have an extra cage, so your mom is just going to have to sleep with us tonight,” she said. It sounded like she thought this might be a chore for her, but I got the impression that Misty was simply worried that she was being set up for failure.

“If you end up chickening out or fucking up, he’ll blame me. You get that right?”

“I understand, and I won’t let you down,” Julie nodded politely. We were standing outside the girls room in the hallway.

“Timmy, take Piggy outside, hose her down real good with Crabby, and then I guess just let her back inside. Take this towel,” Misty grabbed a dirty towel off the ground and handed it to him. The other girls apparently were planning to take showers in the disgustingly dirty bathroom.

Dewey and Reese went with Timmy, and I followed them with my hands behind my back even though I wasn’t told to do it. I hadn’t updated my Portal account that night on the computer, and I realized that I’d get in trouble for that. A shiver ran down my spine, because I wondered what Ms. Collins would say about all of this when she found out about it all.

Timmy promised that he would have some fun with me. Dewey and Reese both complained that they should be in charge and not Misty. They asked me why Julie made that deal, and frankly, I didn’t know.

I assumed that she wanted to spare the boys from coming out night after night, or maybe she just didn’t want this new relationship to extend to our house. They were effectively the boss of me at our house and I obeyed every standard request that my sons made, anyway.

Once we were outside in the night air, Timmy crimped the hose while I stood next to this mother’s cage and sprayed me and his mother down with well water. I was directed to squat and keep my legs parted. I felt LESS Clean after they blasted me in the face and ass with dirty hose water.

Timmy didn’t make a request or politely ask. He ordered me to squat. and I did as I was told. I assumed this was what Julie would have wanted me to do. I spread my thighs wide just like Timmy told me to do. He seemed pleased with my compliance. I treated it like any request I would obey at school – but in my mind, I knew this was an order.

He assured me he would wash all the cum and sweat out of all my little crevices. I nodded politely and even thanked him. What else could I do?

“Don’t worry, Misty doesn’t care what I do with my mom. We can have some fun. You want to fuck them?” he asked as he hit me in the face with the warm well water from the garden hose at full blast.

“We care, that’s OUR mom, so don’t shove cans of soda up her ass,” Dewey insisted sternly. I smiled up at him appreciatively. It was nice that my son stuck up for me.

I had many things shoved up my ass, and I’d done that myself on request. I had also sat on a bowling ball pin with my pussy. However, I had never put anything as big as a soda can up my ass. I could imagine that would hurt and stretch me out to an obscene level.

I shivered a little at the idea but strangely smiled like a dumb bimbo in a cage while his friends sprayed me right in the face with hose water while I was smiling.

“Why not? Her holes will stretch just like Crabby!” Timmy kicked her cage, and it startled his mother. She shook her head and begged him not to be too mean. “You are lucky there isn’t room in there for two cunts because my mom is so fat,” he teased me as he ignored her futile begging.

I wanted to lecture Timmy on body shaming, but getting blasted with water while squatting there in the nude didn’t really seem like the time or place. I was the adult, but strangely I felt powerless to make any demands and certainly not to give a lecture.

Timmy placed the nozzle to the garden hose in his mother’s pussy through the cage bars. He pulled the trigger, and then sprayed her asshole the same way. She gasped but sounded like she got off on it, somewhat involuntarily.

“Bend over, Piggy! Your turn.”

Dewey and Reese pleaded for mercy for me, but I stood up, bent over, and told my boys that I’d taken worse. If this was what Julie wanted, then I’d do it with her. I’d rather not be left out of it. I held my ass cheeks open so they had a better target because I knew where they would put the hose.

Once it was over, I was permitted to dry off and led back into the house, where Lou kept vigil. I was still wet. They left Crabby outside in the cage – I assumed for the entire night.

I saw the cherry of his cigarette in the darkened living room and knew he was waiting for us to go to bed so he could lock up.

Timmy tried to bend me over the couch and fuck me from me behind, just like I was his personal fuck rag. Dewey and Reese called foul and told him to release me.

“It’s okay, guys. I am a whore, and I am already pregnant. He’s already in, so pulling out won’t make much difference,” I said as I squeezed Timmy’s fingers tightly and let him enter me further. It was much more humiliating knowing my sons were watching me do this with their friend than it had been having them watch me do so many other things in the last few weeks. I felt like it was best not to make it seem like I was terrified – because I wasn’t.

I was horny.

I smiled and waited for Timmy to come inside me. He had a relatively small cock, and all I had to do was grind a little to get him off. One more dick, wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“Your mom has a sweet Ham pocket! I can’t wait to fuck your sister!” Timmy said. It seemed like he was trying to annoy Dewey and Reese. Neither of them knew whether to punch Timmy for fucking me or simply shut up since I made no big deal out of it. I didn’t want any conflict. What was done was done, and I’d be doing this from now on.

Timmy took my sons to his room, and they figured out the sleeping arrangements in there together. Their room was a mess, full of dirty sheets, and clothes piled on the floor. At least the bedroom had bunk beds.

I knocked on Misty and Savannah’s door.

“Who the fuck is knocking?” Savannah and Misty sounded angry with me through the door.

“It’s me, Piggy. May I come in?” I whispered.

“Yes, nobody knocks here, get your ass in here,” Misty answered, clearly annoyed that I interrupted her sleep to ask permission.

When I walked in, the lights were out, and only the moon offered a little light through the open, unscreened window. There was no way to keep the mosquitos and possibly the rain out of that window.

On the floor were two piles of comforters that constituted bedding. It smelled of mildew and ripe pussy. There were a few old posters on the walls, but in general the girls had no furnishings of any kind.

“I am fucking tired. Sleep over with Julie,” Misty scolded me for standing there awkwardly. I expected my daughter to be tied up or somehow immobilized, but she was simply lying on top of the comforter. We hugged under the moonlit window. It was nice because we finally went to snuggle together, and she stroked my hair while I stroked hers. We didn’t need any words, but Julie’s wistful expression told me she felt sorry for me.

I didn’t want her to feel pity. I smiled at her and reassured my daughter that I was fine.

I kissed her on the lips and said, “I am yours.”

It was a strange thing to say, but we were both so exhausted and had such a crazy night, that it also made perfect sense. Julie didn’t have to reply to it. She offered a sweet smile instead.

We closed our eyes and held each other tightly. I tried not to notice the flying insects buzzing around in the room from outside and let my exhausted body get the sleep it craved.

In the morning, there was no alarm clock. Instead, we were greeted by the rising sun coming right through the open window. The sound of someone screaming about rent and the spending habits of his wife, wafted from another trailer nearby. I heard bottles breaking and what sounded like a fight.

Misty and Savannah didn’t seem surprised by the commotion – almost as if they expected the sound of two angry spouses yelling at each other.

“So, how does this work?” Misty asked as she got up. I was surprised she had bothered to put on a long shirt to sleep in. The teenage girl had a “Guns and Roses” logo on the front of the pink, sheer nightgown-like shirt. “Am I your boss ONLY when you are working, all the time you are here, or even at school and stuff?”

“I don’t know,” Julie rolled out of my arms and wiped her arms. “I didn’t consult with you, and we should work out boundaries and your expectations. I guess while we are in your house?”

“You are sure?” Misty gave my daughter a chance to back out.

“I just said I don’t know, Misty. I haven’t given it much thought. I don’t have much experience with this.”

“Can I make you pick us up and drop us off every day?”

“I can’t commit to that. We are on the other side of town. I can drive you to and from on days I work.”

My daughter didn’t have to consult me, but even if she had, I would have told that it was up to her what we did from now on until the Program was over.

“Okay, so from the moment you are in the car to the moment we get to school and park, is that cool?” Misty’s enthusiasm had increased greatly since the night before. It seemed she truly wanted to establish boundaries to the point of precisely when this arrangement began and ended. She seemed eager for the answer to be yes.

“Sure, do you mind if I give my mother an enema? I have the stuff out in the car,” Julie shrugged. I was somewhat surprised that she’d do that here. Julie hadn’t given me enemas on other exchange nights.

“Go run and pull your car up, so we don’t have to walk so far, and bring your enema stuff in. We’ll handle that after breakfast,” Misty sounded confident. I was shocked they had the same arrangement or any interest in enema devices.

Julie seemed stunned as well, but didn’t argue. She stood up and jogged out of the room. “Oh, and Julie?” Misty called for my daughter to stop and listen to her. Julie sweetly returned and asked what she wanted. “You wouldn’t just get scared and ditch your mom, would you?”

“No? Why would you even think that?” Julie frowned.

“Having second thoughts?” Misty admitted she was skeptical. I felt like Misty might have done that if she were in Julie’s shoes after realizing she bit off more than she could chew.

“No, I am kind of excited, thanks, Misty,” Julie assured her, and then jogged off to follow her friend’s instructions.

Misty and Savannah woke their brothers up without knocking on the door. They yelled, “Stop sucking each other’s cocks in there,” as they flung the door open. My sons were bleary-eyed, and having stayed up late, they didn’t want to wake up. Timmy and Tommy had slept in the bunk bed and my boys were arrayed around the room on piles of dirty blankets and towels like nests. There was little order in the room. It looked like complete mayhem. Stacks of dirty clothes were piled on top of what might be clean clothes and in no particular order.

“Get up, sleepy heads; Daddy will kick my ass if you miss school,” Misty woke her little brothers. My sons continued sleeping, but it looked like they would get up soon. I never woke them up this early for school. We had plenty of time before high school, but middle school for Timmy and Tommy started earlier than High school.

“This kitchen looks phenomenal, Piggy!” Savannah remarked as she rifled through the cupboard, looking for her favorite foods. I tried to help her. They were already taking the things I had carefully put in order, arranged by size, cleaned up, and messing them back up.

That wasn’t uncommon for my kids to do either. They seldom thought too much about where they left something.

It didn’t seem intentional, but I had mild OCD when it came to trying to categorize everything in the cupboard. It was frustrating, and I felt like I should raise my voice. I was the adult in the room, after all. Yet, I felt this compulsion just to smile and let it happen, knowing that I’d put it all back the way it should be if Julie told me to do that.

My mother had instilled in me a deep sense that was important. I realize now that her dominant personality was coming through.

“You go outside, squat near the cage and wait! What’s your real name again?” Savannah told me when she saw me standing behind her.

“It’s Piggy,” I admitted sheepishly.

“No, real name. What was your real name before you started?” Savannah asked me to tell her who I used to be before this began.

“Brittany,” I said with an uncertain tone. It took me a moment to remember my real name. I hadn’t answered to it in so long.

“That’s pretty,” she smiled as she started making her own breakfast. I assumed that was the norm long before Crystal started spending the night in the cage. I felt sorry for Misty that she had to do that and wanted to offer to make it for her. However, it was just a simple breakfast – they didn’t have much food.