Chapter 1

“That sounds hot. Yeah, I’ll do that. Yeah, that too. Oh, I love to do that. No, I don’t do that. Not for a hundred dollars. Two hundred? Yeah, I’ll do that for two hundred. Okay? Okay, Sweetie, I can’t wait to see you! 3pm? Don’t be late. I’m horny, and I start my meter whether you join me or not. Okay, bye for now,” Betty smiled as she ended the call.

“That is so disgusting,” Karen said as she scrunched her nose in disgust. Karen is Betty’s younger sister. She had just arrived unexpectedly while Betty was on the phone, setting up a date. “Does Alan know you do this?” she asked.

“How do you think I pay for this palatial mansion?” Betty joked. They were standing in Betty’s kitchen in her cramped single-wide trailer. Betty turned tricks using the Internet to make ends meet. Her husband Alan had a job, but it hardly paid enough these days to cover the cost of living for their family.

“Alan isn’t the smartest bulb in the socket but I think he’d notice if I was turning tricks out of the house. Yes, we are perfectly open about it. You act like fucking for money is a bad thing. I have fun most of the time and I get paid to please. What’s the big deal?” Betty was very comfortable with her chosen profession.

“The problem is that it is disgusting and immoral,” Karen continued.

“I haven’t seen you in eight years. I am sure you didn’t travel across the country unannounced to surprise me with your visit and debate with me about what is and isn’t moral. What can I do you for, Sis?” Betty snickered playfully. Betty knew there had to be more behind the reason for her sister’s unexpected visit.

Betty was always the wild one of the two sisters. She had been blessed with huge natural tits when she was a teenager. She had 48 DDDs now, and she was built like a brick shithouse. She died her hair blonde and was well tanned.

Karen was naturally attractive and looked like her sister in the face. The similarities ended there. She was repressed and uptight and looked like the quintessential soccer mom from any suburb. She kept her hair cut short with a bob angle and wore a modest blouse with a faded pair of what is known as “Mom Jeans.”

“I have to be honest with you,” Karen sighed. She said that she and her husband had a messy divorce, and things did not go well. She told her sister she was looking to make a fresh start.

“No one moves to Buckman Acres for a fresh start,” Betty laughed. The shimmering sea of trailer park homes they lived in was run-down and poverty-stricken. This isn’t where anyone comes to start fresh. Betty looked at her sister, knowingly. “I thought you said you were going, to be honest with me? What is really going on?”

Karen opened up and admitted that she had been laid off. She couldn’t find another job in her field in the area they lived in, and her car got repossessed. She had to buy a much cheaper car at a buy-here-pay-her place. The car kept breaking down, and she couldn’t find a job nearby to pay the bills. Her husband managed to hide all his assets during the divorce, and she hasn’t seen a single child support check for her teenage son Tucker. Karen admitted she tried staying with every member of their family before this, but that didn’t turn out successfully.

“So I am the last person you turned to when you needed help?” Betty’s wintry smile suggested she expected as much.

“It isn’t that!” Karen tried to be diplomatic. It WAS a true statement. She HAD literally tried everything else, and this was the last place she would have tried. “I just know with Alan and your kids that you already have your hands full,” Karen said.

Almost on cue, Betty’s teenage daughters burst into the kitchen. Cheyenne and Savannah were very close in age. They were both gorgeous, and the key difference between them is Cheyenne had auburn hair with flecks of red, and Savannah had bleached blonde hair like her mother. They could have almost been twins, except they were born 9 months apart.

They were arguing about something as they walked into the kitchen and began to raid the fridge.

It was hot in the trailer. The girls wore only short tank tops and short-shorts that revealed a lot of skin.

Savannah belched unapologetically and failed to acknowledge her Aunt. She hadn’t seen her in eight years and didn’t recognize her. The girls assumed Karen must be one of her mom’s friends. “It’s so fucking hot in this trailer I can’t tell if I just shit my pants or sprayed the sweat off my butthole when I farted,” Savannah reached behind her shorts and picked them out of the crack off her ass. Her terry cloth shorts had disappeared inside her tight ass crack and become uncomfortable to her.

Karen could hardly believe the audacity of her niece.

“You nasty fucking whore. You better not be wearing MY panties,” Cheyenne was half-teasing and half threatening her sister.

“You never WEAR panties,” Savannah joked back with a wicked grin.

“True,” Cheyenne chuckled. Then she chugged some Sunny-D from the fridge. She noticed her mom was wearing clothes. “God-damned, you got clothes on, mom? What’s the occasion? This the fucking Avon lady or something?” Cheyenne acknowledged Karen.

“No, that is your Aunt Karen,” Betty introduced them

“The one you said had a stick up her ass?” Savannah asked her mother. Betty’s family often made crude jokes like that, and Betty wasn’t offended by it. She even laughed along with Savannah and Cheyenne and agreed.

“I guess that explains that little nerd in the front room,” Cheyenne shrugged as she offered to shake Karen’s hand.

“That’s your cousin Tucker,” Karen explained proudly as she took Cheyenne’s hand. She doted on Tucker. He was bright and intelligent but shy. Karen indulged him in all manner of video games and was very overprotective of her son.

“Rhymes with mother fucker,” Savannah noted, and she and her sister both laughed.

“You allow your girls to talk like this in front of you?” Karen was shocked that the girls would dare speak like this to her.

“Would you rather they say it behind your back?” Betty explained. She said that the family was very open and honest. “There isn’t a lot of privacy here, Karen. Secrets are a limited commodity. I’d rather know what my girls are doing than making them need to keep secrets,” Betty said.

Cheyenne rolled her eyes and suggested that meant Betty was “up their butts.”

“That is not how WE were raised,” Karen reminded her sister.

“That is exactly why I don’t do that. I was a wild child BECAUSE our dad gave me something to rebel against,” Betty explained.

“Ooh, give us something to rebel against!” Savannah joked that she’d enjoy being a rebel.

“You already rebel against fashion and common sense,” Cheyenne teased her sister, and the two began to bicker. They were already done with this conversation. They had their snacks and left without saying goodbye to Karen.

“I can’t believe you let your girls talk to you like that!” Karen was outraged.

“Joke, and have fun?” Betty seemed puzzled Karen was upset.

“Talk to you like they are your equals. Dad would never have allowed that” Karen started to remind her sister.

“I know, but in case you didn’t notice I am not Dad,” Betty indicated her giant tits as if to emphasize that she was definitely a woman. She was wearing a simple little cover-up sundress that did very little to hide the fact she was not wearing a bra under the flowing dress.

“Do they talk like that to Alan as well?” Karen asked.

“Oh no,” Betty assured her. “They definitely show far less respect to Alan. He’d never kick their ass like I would,” Betty half-joked. She explained that she let her kids talk back and have fun but that if they did something worth getting disciplined for, then she would spank them.

“You spank the girls?” Karen was shocked. Their father had been a strict disciplinarian, and that was part of the reason that Karen was so tightly wound. She never wanted to be spanked. She always strove to be perfect. Betty, on the other hand, was spanked almost every week and in the living room as a lesson to the others in the family.

“I spank everybody that needs it,” Betty said. She also had a son and said that if he deserved it, then he would get a whooping just like the girls.

Their father never punished his sons. He doted on their brothers. They were both Football stars, and he spoiled them by buying them sports cars and letting them do whatever they wanted.

“You hated spankings,” Karen said.

“Yeah, but I learned from them. If I was bad, then dad put me back in my place. My butt is way too big now for those old spankings to do more than tickle me now, though,” Betty’s eyes twinkled as if she was longing to be spanked. Betty had a robust sexual appetite with few limits.

“You don’t have that big of a butt,” Karen said. She was in awe of her sister’s beauty. Betty had aged very well and still looked pretty hot in a slutty sort of way. She had very straight white teeth and pretty blue eyes and knew how to wear her makeup to make her look ten years younger.

“You haven’t seen it in the light,” Betty thought nothing of lifting her dress and bending over slightly to show her sister her very shapely butt cheeks.

“Stop, what if Tucker or your son walks in here?” Karen whispered in dismay. She couldn’t believe how bold Betty was about her body. She remembered Betty was always something of an extrovert, but she was never a nudist when they were growing up.

“They would see a butt if they did,” Betty shrugged and began to take off her dress. “My daughters weren’t joking. I rarely wear clothes, and in about thirty minutes, I have a client coming over to visit. If you stay here, you have to accept that is just how things are,” Betty said.

“What? That’s crazy. You could get arrested for walking around like that!” Karen demanded.

“In my own home?” Betty dismissed Karen’s concern and neatly folded her sundress. Betty had a few tattoos. She also had two brass nipple piercings that were clearly visible. They were matching brass hoops that only accentuated her extended nipples.

“You could for walking around in front of your son like that!” Karen was shocked.

“I’ve been doing it since he was a baby. I think if the law was going to arrest me, they would have by now,” Betty thought nothing of Karen’s discomfort with her nudity.

“You can’t walk out in the living room like that,” Karen insisted that Tucker was definitely not ready to see his Aunt’s naked body.

“Well, I could ask my client if he wants to fuck in the kitchen. He is into some pretty kinky shit,” Betty chuckled playfully. She was convinced Karen was freaking out over something that wasn’t going to be a big deal. It wasn’t that she intended to shock Tucker at all. Betty had seen the way her nephew looked at her when they first came to the door. He looked right at her tits and not her eyes when she greeted him. It was a pretty normal male reaction to a rack like hers.

She had thrown on a dress because she knew her sister was uptight, but she didn’t intend to keep it on for their entire stay.

“This is not normal!” Karen demanded.

“Normal is a setting on a washing machine, Karen,” Betty assured her sister. She smiled at her confidently. “Millions of people live alternative lifestyles across the United States. There are families with two dads and two moms. Is that normal? Is it MY call to say what is normal? The only thing I know for sure is that the people most obsessed with trying to appear normal are the least normal of any of us,” Betty said was a laid back attitude.

“We owe it to our kids to bring them up normal,” Karen didn’t want to concede Betty’s point.

“Look, there are at least a hundred women who turn tricks that live here at the Buckman. I’d imagine a thousand or so in the entire county. I am just going off the ads on back page websites and not the streetwalkers who hang out by the public park. Many of them have families and kids. They may live with their pimp, and that is THEIR normal. Some of them do it to put food on the table. Some of these bitches sell skin on the weekend as a side hustle. There are some freaky bitches who do it for the thrill. If I ever win the lottery, I might keep on doing what I do because I enjoy sex,” she explained.