Chapter 77

My sister put us to work cleaning up the house while locked away in our chastity belts. “I should do something about those boobs of yours, to prevent you from playing with those, as well!” she said.

After a few hours of making us scrub the house down, and do it again, to her satisfaction, my sister called me into the shared bathroom and pointed out the piss stains on the floor and the poop on the rim.

I wasn’t allowed to use the toilet, but ultimately, I was still responsible for keeping the toilets clean. I had cleaned that several days earlier, but I had been working at the Gibbons house every night. Dewey and Reese were barely home, so that had to be from her kids. She insisted that I was a lazy mom and that I couldn’t even clean right.

I got down on my hands and knees and began to lick the toilet clean. That’s how Dewey liked me to do it. It wasn’t my favorite thing, but at least my hair wouldn’t end up in the toilet while I did it.

“Are you actually going to lick those poop stains?”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Oh my god, what is wrong with you, Piggy?” Laura asked incredulously. I assumed she wanted to humiliate me and watch me suffer – I wasn’t sure why she stopped me.

“I am a dumb pig, Ma’am,” I admitted and stopped. I looked up at her and told her this was how my sons liked me to clean the floor and the toilet in the bathroom.

“You don’t care that there are actual poop stains on there?”

“I don’t mind, and I love being degraded. They think it’s funny. Do you want me to stop and get a mop and sponge?”

“Is it not possible to humiliate you?” she asked – clearly, she had succeeded in the past, but I think she wasn’t sure if she had.

I blushed a little and smiled. “Yes, at times. Shaving my head was definitely degrading. You made me feel like a dumb pet who is not even a woman, Ma’am.”

“Good, you are a terrible mother and a terrible role model. I really like Jim, but I am increasingly concerned about the message I send my kids by tolerating your behavior! Do this nastiness with the door shut!”

“I am sorry, Ma’am, but Julie told me to leave the door open at all times,” I replied politely.

“I am getting pretty darn tired of you two playing this game where you get to tell me what I can and cannot tell you to do in my OWN house,” Laura realized she had just said this was her house. She didn’t correct herself. I didn’t correct her either.

“You can tell me to do anything, but if my husband or my daughter tells me otherwise, I have to obey them, Mommy. I am sorry!”

“You aren’t sorry! You are enjoying making me look like a fool,” Laura insisted angrily. I think she was embarrassed because she had misspoken about who the house belonged to and realized it after she said it. She slammed the door and left me alone in the bathroom.

I quietly opened the door when she was gone and returned to cleaning up the mess the boys had made of the bathroom – using my tongue. If the boys caught me using a sponge, they would probably have punished me, and I tried not to get into intentional trouble – even though getting punished was exciting.

My nephew Tim showed up at the bathroom door about 10 minutes later and watched me on my hands and knees, cleaning with my mouth. I smiled at him and said he was welcome to use the bathroom, and I offered to leave to give him some privacy. He rarely spoke to me except to tell me to bring him some special orange juice or to tell me how he liked his eggs cooked. It was always complicated with my nephew. He didn’t just like scrambled. He had to have an omelet with a certain kind of ham, peppers, onions, and tomatoes.

“Can I ask you a question, Aunt Peggy? I mean Aunt Piggy?”

“You can ask me anything,” I was flattered that my nephew wanted to talk to me. I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him from the floor. I was on my knees still.

“Why do you let my mom walk all over you?”

“She is my sister and a guest, and I have to obey her. I don’t mind that she talks down to me, Mister Tim.”

He frowned -hoping for some other response from me.

“She wants your husband; she wants us to move in,” he warned me.

“Would it bother you if that happened?”

“No, I love it. Every day, there is something crazy happening when you and my cousins are here. Wouldn’t it bother you?”

“No, Sir. I’d love it ... as long as everyone else is happy – my happiness is really not important.”

“What are you doing talking to MY son,” Laura burst through the door and scared me. She took me by the arm and led me back to the living room. She put me over her knee and spanked me, but the metal bar in my ass cheek hurt her hand. “Go get a paddle! Your fat butt is hurting my hand!”

“Yes, Ma’am. I didn’t mean to offend you!”

“It’s TOO LATE For that, Piggy! I don’t want you trying to seduce Tim!”

I wasn’t trying to do that, but I didn’t defend myself. I brought her one of the heavier paddles she could beat me with. “This is far too heavy, you idiot! Get me a lighter one!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

Jim walked out of his room and asked what all the commotion was. I explained that Laura was angry with me for talking to my nephew and accused me of seducing him.

“Were you?”

“No, Daddy,” I assured him.

Jim rubbed my bald head and told me that it was hard to believe me since I was so horny and perverted all the time. I understood that. He told me to bring my sister a lighter paddle and watched her spank my ass. I didn’t mind at all. I think that frustrated my sister most of all.

Tim and Erica, both watched me get spanked by their mother. They seemed shocked by it, even though they knew this was normal for me.

“It takes a lot more to punish Piggy than it would any normal woman. She looks at that like sport,” Jim explained.

“What do you propose I do, Jim? Burn her at the stake?” Laura said as she paddled my ass as hard as she could.

“You can tell her what she did wrong and either suggest a punishment and ask her if she thinks that enough or ask her what she thinks is an appropriate punishment?”

“Oh, I am sure she’d tell me that eating a banana split with extra whipped cream would be fair,” Laura replied sarcastically.

“In fairness to Piggy, you never told her she couldn’t talk to Tim, and neither did I. I think a warning that she’s not to talk to your son without you present is fair,” Jim said.

My sister harumphed.

Jim informed Julie and me that we were not to talk to Tim and Erica unless spoken to and only to acknowledge their orders. Laura added that we were never to engage them in any conversation, even when they were around Laura. I was never asked about who spoke first when Tim visited the bathroom- they didn’t seem to care about that.

“Aww, Mom!” Erica pouted in her lispy baby voice. “Cum Pocket is the only girl around my age here, and I don’t want to just talk to boys!”

“What did you call your cousin?” Laura sneered at her daughter.

“Cum Pocket, isn’t that her name?” Erica clearly meant nothing by it. She had my sons and husband call her that plenty of times.

“Do you see how you are corrupting my daughter? You are some role model, Piggy!” Laura was angry that Erica had used my daughter’s nickname – or one of them.

“I Am sorry, Mommy,” I apologized to my sister. What else could I say?

“I am not your mom, anyway! I wish I could flush you and your daughter down the toilet into the sewer where turds like you belong,” Laura said. She maintained that if I were truly sorry, I’d stop doing whatever it was that bothered her.

“What should I call my cousin then, Mom?” Erica asked.

“You don’t have to call her anything. Your cousin is nothing. She’s a slut who degrades herself like it’s a science experiment to see how it feels. You can call her Ham Pocket if you have to say a name at all. You can’t learn anything from her.”

Erica pouted and sulked.

Later that evening, Dewey and Reese gave me an order to walk around the house holding my ass cheeks apart. It was a fairly typical request – one that I did not question. My sister also became frustrated and upset about that. I informed her that Reese and Dewey told me to do it from now on.

“You are shameless and disgusting! No one wants to see your filthy back door! Stop it at once,” she insisted.

Jim came to my defense and said that if Reese and Dewey gave me a direct order, she couldn’t override it. However, when Laura insisted, he asked the guys not to make us walk like that in the common areas around Laura.

We still had to do it everywhere else.

My sister seemed offended and often disturbed by my behavior. However, there were some things she liked making me do or seeing done to me. As an example, she loved to watch my sons lather Julie and I up with toothpaste on our assholes and pussies. We’d flail around, dancing and gyrating once our skin started to tingle and almost sizzle.

That made her laugh. I didn’t mind it, though. As long as everyone was having fun.

November 29th, Friday 2047 –Dewey’s Party

It was my understanding that Misty’s father REALLY wanted us to work that night at the Trailer. He had several high rollers planning to stop by and would have liked some extra pussy there to satisfy them.

However, Laura had insisted that Dewey come to a Birthday party she was throwing for him. Reese didn’t want to take us to the Gibbons’ house by himself – so we stayed.

We put on our chastity belts when we got home, and my sister directed us on what to do to set up and decorate the house.

My sister made my husband let her buy streamers, banners, and white tablecloths to decorate the house with a very outdated Disney theme (Lion King IV). I knew that Dewey had no special interest in Disney and that this was something my sister had chosen because she did.

The party decorations would have been nice for a much younger boy, but Dewey really had no interest in them. He and Tim were hanging out playing video games while I set up.

“Will you please put on clothes, or at least put on the chastity belt that your grandmother bought you?”

Dewey huffed and sighed and did as Laura instructed him to do. She also asked him who he invited to the party she planned for him.

“No one, really. You said nobody else could be naked around the party, and I don’t have any friends.”

“What about Timmy and Tommy Gibbons?” she asked. She had never met them – only heard they were sadistic young boys. I assumed she wanted them to tease me and Julie.

“It’s Friday. They have to work with their sisters,” Dewey shrugged.

“It’s shameful that your father lets you pimp your sister and mother, and they do as well! What about your cute little girlfriend?”

“She’s not little. She’s thick like my mom,” Dewey said of Brunna. Laura winced when my son referred to me as his mom. I think she thought of herself as his mother at this point. “You said she couldn’t be nude, and she pretty much stays naked all the time.”

“We need some people to have a party, Dewey! I thought you would invite some kids! Okay, you can invite your girlfriend, and she can come over nude. Why not? Your mother and sister are parading around naked.”

“I wish, but she’s on a date with another boy!”

“Some girlfriend! She’s not even faithful?”

“I know him. He’s a good dude. She doesn’t care about him. They are just going to bone!” Dewey shrugged.

“Oh dear, aren’t you jealous that someone is with your girlfriend, Dewey?”

“A little, that’s kind of the fun of it. She sends me pictures all night, and it gets exciting!”

Laura turned to me as I continued hanging decorations and told me that I was a bad mother because I set a bad example. “You’ve taught him it’s fine to mess around with others because you whore yourself out while you have a fantastic husband at home!”

I wanted to say something about how Laura had no room to talk because she was cheating with my husband. However, I only smiled and agreed with her.

Laura told Jim when he got home that the party was ruined and that somehow it was all my fault because I didn’t tell her that Dewey had no friends other than Brunna and Timmy Gibbons. She wanted me to take down the decorations that I had just put up.

Jim wanted her to at least have pictures taken of the decorations he paid for.

We posed in front of the cake but weren’t allowed to eat any or have any of the refreshments. There was plenty to go around, but Laura decided we’d get too ‘uppity’ and spoiled. She already opposed us eating anything except garbage, leftovers, and my protein shakes.

I didn’t mind. I knew I’d probably get some leftovers from the party the following day. Dewey wanted us in party hats and wearing our fart whistles in our asses. Laura begrudgingly let him stick them in our butts through the tiny holes in the back of the chastity belts for us to poop out of.

Julie and I both blew a whistle for him, and my sister made a big deal about how nasty we were, but everyone else, including Tim and Erica, cracked up.

I think Laura felt like Tim and Erica were undermining her or that we were undermining her around her kids. Her reaction was to try to make things worse by constantly shaming everyone and adding drama to our daily lives.

Jim wouldn’t let her do that at the party. He asked Dewey to play his Pop the Booty songs, which we listen to when they play the game with us, and we reminisced a little about the eclectic choices he made to add zany energy. It felt like he was always treating us like silly sex clowns.

“It’s fine, Laura. Let’s make the best of us. I’ve already bought all the party supplies,” Jim calmly suggested and said that he’d like to do the party the way that Dewey might actually enjoy it. Jim noted the outdated Jiminy Cricket and Lion King IV decorations, and I think he even realized that Laura had made this more of a vanity project for her own ego.

My mom was on vacation in the Rocky Mountains, but I doubted my sister would have invited her anyway. No one from our family came – or were even invited.

Laura acquiesced, and Jim made her unlock our chastity belts. Then he told Dewey he could take his off, but Dewey kept it on. Jim put me on the long table I set up for the cake and food. He had me lay flat on my back, and then he smashed the cake on my face and tits. Reese and Dewey found it funny, and so did Julie. He made me squat over the ruined cake, fart on it and then fed it to me -bite by bite.

“Fart cake tastes good, doesn’t it piggy?”

“Yes, Master!!” I was messy and covered with cake. It was humiliating squatting over my son’s cake – but it definitely amused everyone at the party (except Laura).

My husband stuck the candles in the icing on my face, even on my nose, tits, and belly, and then lit them so Dewey could make a wish and blow them out.

“I wish that things went back to normal!” Dewey wished loudly – everyone was a little shocked by that (especially me).