Chapter 11

Tucker’s head usually emptied of dirty thoughts after he came. His mind was clear and clean. He could focus on his homework or video games after a good spank in the bathroom. However, after fucking his Aunt’s asshole through the cage bars, he could only think more dirty thoughts.

Tucker replayed the encounter over and over in his mind in slow motion. He could visualize her big butt cheeks pressed up against those metal cage bars. She had a waffle style imprint when they were done. He could still see the white wisps of his cum dripping down her asshole. He could imagine it backward and forward.

He second-guessed whether she knew he was fucking her at first. She could have cried out or reminded him she told him he could ONLY use a dildo. He wondered if she had wanted him to fuck her ass. He would have felt horrible if he took advantage of her while she was bound. He wondered if his Aunt had let him do whatever he wanted because he was Karen’s son.

His mother now had some insidious hold over her, and Betty obeyed her without question. It stood to reason that maybe she let him get away with having at her because she thought his mother wanted him to do that. He wished he had talked to her about keeping this secret.

He knew Betty would tell the truth when asked. He was hoping that no one would ask. He said to himself that no one WOULD ask because who would think he did that? He stumbled past his cousin’s room. They could have heard. He saw the two of them in bed.

They were snoring as they hugged each other on the bare mattress. He could just make out the shadow of their female forms intertwined. He heard one of them let out a little fart, and the other one slapped her. He felt guilty he had been peeping on them.

If they cared or noticed, they didn’t say anything about him creeping around in the hallway.

He knocked quietly on his mother’s door. She did not answer. He knocked again, and she did not answer. He opened the door slowly and looked inside. The room was dark, and his mother was asleep under the covers.

Every night they had gone to bed fully dressed when they first arrived. Over time, they both started wearing underclothes to bed, but they had an informal line on the bed and seldom touched while sleeping. The first night his mother had spooned him, and when he awoke, she looked incredibly frustrated and guilty about that.

Karen had been more uncomfortable sleeping with him than he was sleeping with her. His midnight boners had become a problem. She could feel them pressing into her leg at times. She had not mentioned it because she thought it wasn’t appropriate to even have the conversation. However, tonight she had told him to take care of himself. Karen was suggesting without actually saying it that he should masturbate so he wouldn’t come to bed with a boner.

He knew that.

What he did not know was that Karen had removed her dominatrix costume and masturbated herself to sleep. She was completely naked under the covers when he slid into bed. He could see her hairy bush and cherry-wine colored nipples. The fingers of one of her hands rested on one breast, and the other was in her crotch.

It wasn’t unusual for Tucker to get a second boner after masturbating. He frequently got one staring at his shapely cousin’s asses, whether they were naked or just wearing hot short-shorts. His dick stiffened. Tucker felt incredibly guilty that it was a direct result of looking at his mother’s body while she slept.

He couldn’t help it. She was the only woman in the house who hadn’t brazenly strutted around naked. There was something incredibly intoxicating about seeing her naked. Her nipples were upraised on her tits and pointed upward. Her hips were wide, but she was shapely. She had a happy smile on her face.

Karen was dreaming about the triumphant day she had as she asserted herself. She dreamt Robert had approved of her. He had not called her or returned her texts, offering him sessions. Karen didn’t want to seem needy or clingy. She texted him like she did all of Betty’s regular clients.

Karen had re-organized Betty’s phone and cleaned up her contact list. She had even kept notes of the client’s tastes and preferences, as well as how much they were usually willing to donate for a session with Betty.

In the morning, when she awoke, she immediately realized she had been sleeping naked and felt ashamed. She turned to her son. He was awake. She was aghast that he may have seen her sleeping naked and pulled up the blankets to cover her bare breasts. “Why didn’t you wake me up the way I asked you to do before you came to bed?” she demanded.

“I am sorry. I knocked several times, but you didn’t answer, Ma’am,” Tucker replied.

She hadn’t explicitly told Tucker he had to call her Ma’am now. Tucker had just started doing it along with everyone else in the house. Even Alan and Mark called her Ma’am.

Karen understood that she must have passed out because she was exhausted. “Did any clients knock on the door last night?” She asked. Betty often had late-night visitors who didn’t schedule a visit.

If they had, Tucker slept through them, knocking on the door.

“Please get out so that I can get dressed,” Karen said calmly. She didn’t want to make a habit of sleeping in the nude with her son. What was done was done as far as she was concerned. The less said about it, the better.

Tucker put on his shirt and jeans and left the room. Karen got dressed in her normal around-the-house clothes and left her Domme outfit alone. She intended to take everyone out today.

She checked on Cheyenne and Savannah first. They groaned as she untied them. They asked if they could put on clothes. “No, take a shower. You have fifteen minutes each. I don’t care who goes first. The door remains open,” she insisted. The girls stretched their lithe bodies after the ropes were removed and fought over the bathroom.

“Cheyenne first and then Savannah,” Karen decided for them since they couldn’t decide together. “Shave all the hair off of your cunts today. I want them smooth and easily visible! No hair on your legs, either!” she said.

Betty’s daughters were surly in the morning after being tied up naked. They were about to rebel against Karen. They had played along the night before. They got tips, and some attention and that seemed novel. Now that they had wiped the sleep out of their eyes, they were about to turn on her.

“I suggest you consider what you say next unless you want your asses to be pink before we leave to go shopping,” Karen said.

Inferring they would go shopping was enough to catch the girls off guard. They were suddenly very intrigued.

“I am driving you to the mall for a little shopping excursion. There are some things I need. You’ll be permitted to spend your tips from last night as you see fit. I am going to buy you some things that I think you need. I also have a special reward since you were such good girls last night and showed exemplary behavior. Now, it looks like you wanted to say something to me?” Karen asked them.

“Can I go to the bathroom first, Ma’am? I need to pee really bad?” Savannah quickly de-escalated their mini-rebellion before it ever began.

“Yes, your sister can shave her cunt while you sit on the toilet. The door is to remain open, and if the boys peek let me know afterward. They are going to see you shave, so you may as well get used to that. You have one week without clothes or privacy. After that, if you have behaved, I will be inclined to let you have your privileges back. I need you to miss them first so that you will appreciate it when I return them to you.”

Cheyenne and Savannah didn’t understand her point. They were so used to their mother’s punishment regime that they assumed Karen would cave just like her. They nodded and smiled as they scurried off to the bathroom.

Karen checked on her sister next. “Did you sleep well, Piggy?” she asked her as she approached the cage in the living room.

“No, Ma’am,” Betty said.

“Good, the cage was not intended to be comfortable,” Karen started to unwrap the chain restraints and unlock the cage so that her sister could climb out. “Did anyone knock on the door last night?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am, a few times,” Betty smiled. The news that things were different at their house had spread through the trailer park. A few late-night stragglers wanted a piece of her. She was flattered to be so in demand.

“That is on me. I’m sorry about that. I fell asleep so soundly that I didn’t hear them knock,” Karen apologized with very little remorse in her tone.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Ma’am,” Betty said to her younger sister.

“I know I don’t, Piggy. You aren’t entitled to the same gratitude from other people. You and your daughters have taken my polite behavior for granted for much too long. I was neglectful. I should have woken you up. You are my responsibility, and that is why I am acknowledging it. I wouldn’t want to wake Alan if he has to work in the morning to deal with you. I don’t think Mark or Tucker could handle dealing with the customers at night. That means it is my responsibility to get up and let you out of the cage,” she said.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Betty waddled backward out of the cage when her sister opened it up. She was still on all fours.

“Stretch out and start making breakfast. Your daughters will be occupying the bathroom for the next thirty minutes. You will be permitted fifteen minutes to wash up and masturbate if there is time. You did well yesterday, but you are still a bit of a mess,” Karen said.

“Thank you, Ma’am, but I really need to go pee,” Betty said as she stretched. She began to do a pee-pee dance where she hopped from foot to foot, and her huge tits bounced as she did.

“I’ve already promised the bathroom to the girls. I won’t go back on my word to accommodate you. You can crawl outside and piss like a dog in the yard,” Karen said. She was not entirely serious about that suggestion. She was using a figure of speech to suggest Karen simply had to wait.

“Yes, Ma’am, how long do I have?” Betty got down on all fours as if to crawl to the screen door.

Karen was shocked and a little amused. She opened the door. “You have five minutes. That should be sufficient to piss. You are not to walk on two feet at any time until you enter the kitchen,” she said.

Betty had bragged about sunning herself naked in the backyard at times when Karen first arrived. This morning she would be crawling out of the trailer and down the steps into her front yard. Karen watched as her sister’s big ass bounded down the steps into the grass.

“That’s far enough. Squat there,” Karen said through the window.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Betty said. She blushed as she squatted low to the ground with her legs apart and had her morning piss. It was refreshing, though, and quite a relief.

“Do I need to remain out here the entire five minutes, Ma’am?” Betty asked. The trailers were close together. There was only 16 feet between Betty’s front yard and the back of her neighbor’s trailer. The sod was mostly weeds under her dirty feet as she squatted like a dog.

It was early Sunday morning, so there weren’t many people outside. It would have been difficult to explain to someone walking their dog, who noticed her squatting.

“No, Piggy! Return as soon as you empty your bladder so you can start your chores. I am taking you and your deceitful daughters shopping today. You’ll crawl outside like this every morning from now on. There are far too many people who need the bathroom at that time for you to monopolize it.”

Betty wondered if that meant she had to poop outside. She was a bit of an extrovert, but even she was shocked that Karen would make her do that.

Karen had started telling her to do things slowly after the session with Robert. Betty didn’t resist or seem reluctant she simply did them. It started to cascade into the situation Betty was in now organically where she felt Karen could “make” her do something even she was uncomfortable with.

Betty thought about what she was doing as she crawled to the kitchen to make breakfast. She asked herself if Karen really was ‘making’ her do anything. She complied with her sister’s orders, but Karen had no special power over her. It just felt strangely natural to do what she was told. She kind of enjoyed it.

Alan, Tucker, and Mark made their way into the kitchen. They all passed the bathroom and noticed the teenage girls shaving their pussies. Even Mark was turned on watching the girls pull their pussy flaps apart and methodically shave the most intimate parts of their body to expose their cunts even more than they already were by removing any pubic hair.

“Things just get weirder and weirder,” Mark observed as he sat down for breakfast. He had seen his mother prepare breakfast in the nude every morning since he could remember. She always wore an apron that did very little to cover her boobs and exposed her ass. It was to protect her from grease spattering.

“Remove the apron, Piggy. You do not need it. Your boobs hang out of it anyway so it doesn’t protect much,” Karen said. She was sitting in Alan’s chair at the kitchen table facing the stove and supervising her older sister. “Just don’t be a clumsy oaf and be careful.”

Betty sighed and removed the apron. She hung it neatly on the peg.

“Was that a sigh that escaped your lips, Piggy?” Karen demanded. She was sitting with her legs crossed and holding a riding crop.

“Yes, Mistress Karen, I am sorry about that,” Betty apologized. She had not intended to upset her sister. Betty could pretend to be a submissive for an hour in the bedroom. She wasn’t used to actually being a servant or doing it all the time. Betty was often laid back and casual even when she did sexually submissive scenes in the bedroom. It was Karen who was a stickler for speech protocol and Betty knew that as well.

“Damn!” Alan smirked quietly. He didn’t mind giving up his regular seat at the kitchen table. All the chairs were the same. Alan was just enjoying the show between the two sisters.

“If you were sorry you wouldn’t have done it. So why did it happen, Piggy?” Karen asked.

“I was just overwhelmed, Ma’am. Things have changed so quickly around here. It slipped out, and I am sorry,” Betty said.

“Do you think twenty strokes from this rod will help you remember not to let a sigh escape your big fat mouth when you perform your chores?” Karen asked.

“Yes Ma’am,” Betty brought coffee to the table and served her and Alan. She brought juice for Mark and Tucker.

“Turn around and hold your ass cheeks apart so that your cunt lips droop down,” Karen pursed her lips in disgust as she watched her naked sister obey. Betty resigned herself to the punishment and didn’t smile. She looked down at her feet as she presented her ass and cunt to her sister.