Chapter 2

It had been almost an hour when Betty’s bedroom door opened. It had been a long awkward hour for Karen. She and her son heard grunting, giggling, slapping, and what was obviously a few of Betty’s screaming loud orgasms.

Mark, Cheyenne, and Savannah seemed to pay no attention at all to it even though they clearly heard it. Mark introduced Tucker to his Xbox, and the boys started playing.

“I have an Xbox one in the car,” Tucker said excitedly.

“Oh, that’s cool. This is an Xbox 360, though, so it’s newer,” Mark explained. Mark didn’t really care about video games all that much. He could see that Tucker was extremely excited about them, and since he looked like a nerd, Mark felt obligated to dust off his old games for him.

“No, you see the Xbox one is oddly named. It is actually the latest version of the console. Unless you count the Xbox One X,” Tucker dutifully lectured his cousin on the history of Microsoft’s gaming machines. Mark smiled and pretended to be interested, but he was simply being polite.

The boys were very close in age, but they couldn’t have been more different. Mark had filled out, and Tucker was still scrawny and awkward. Karen was thankful that her son’s attention was focused on video games and not the obvious sounds of wild sex coming from within the paper-thin walls of her sister’s bedroom. It was a short respite from the feelings of powerlessness she had when she arrived.

Karen truly had nowhere else to go. She had very little money left from the trip. She might be able to find a motel for a few days, but after that, she was tapped out. The car was in bad shape and probably wouldn’t make it very far. If she had any other options left, she would have left.

Cheyenne and Savannah ignored her. They frequently bickered and fought, but they seemed to enjoy it. There was no real malice between the girls. They said the most hateful things to one another and yet they both frequently smiled at one another.

Karen had never had that kind of relationship with her sister. Betty was a little older, and she ran with an older crowd when they were in High School. Betty was always out in vans and drive-ins getting high and having sex. At least, that is what Karen assumed she was doing. They seldom spoke about what Betty was doing. Every week as a young teenager, Karen heard her sister give a confession about all the boys she fucked and the naughty things she did on a weekly basis. Her father had made her sit and listen to all of it. Karen never understood why Betty wanted to degrade herself that way. Betty had shown no interest in saving herself for marriage. She also never hesitated to do something wild even though the obvious outcome would be her father would find out and punish her.

Karen was the good one. She was the reliable one. That was the reason it was so perplexing when she visited her parents that they would not help her. Her father had been adamant that he expected Karen to pick herself up by her bootstraps.

“I let your lazy brothers live here until they were thirty. Eric is still living above the garage!!” he exclaimed. Her brothers had been all-stars in high school football, but they peaked very early. They both dropped out of college. Her eldest brother Jason had been KICKED out of college, actually.

Her father managed to get them jobs working with him, but they were both frivolous and irresponsible. Jason and Eric never amounted to much. It was probably her father’s greatest disappointment that his sons never turned out like he wanted. Karen was frustrated that her father’s disappointment overlapped onto her when she showed up hat in hand, asking for a place to stay. She left rather than stay with them and face her father’s look of consternation and disapproval.

She was re-thinking that decision now. She might have preferred living with her parents had she known that her options would finally be limited to living in this tiny trailer with her sister.

The door to Betty’s bedroom opened, and a very exhausted man walked out. His hair was messed up, and it looked like he had a jizz stain on his pants and shirt. He had lipstick all over his face, and he looked blissfully satisfied.

Karen was a little jealous because she had never seen her ex-husband look so thoroughly well-fucked. Karen had saved herself for marriage and had never taken any other lovers before her ex-husband. She almost didn’t believe the man could really be that happy with what happened.

Betty walked out naked behind him, and French kissed the man. She was sweaty, and her hair was all fucked up. She looked well used, and she was smiling as she embraced him.

He was short, dumpy, balding, and at least ten years older than her. He definitely looked weird, kissing such an attractive woman. “Did you have fun, sugar?” she asked him rhetorically while smacking him gently on the bottom.

“Oh yeah! That was so worth it,” he smiled. The nameless trick walked as if he was slightly drunk. “Money is on the table,” he said.

“I know it is,” Betty thanked him and walked him to the door with a beaming smile on her face.

He looked over at Karen before he left and smiled at her. “Are you one too?” he asked.

Karen knew that the man was implying she was a prostitute and didn’t answer.

“Why are you asking? Are you looking to cheat on me?” Betty licked her lips and tucked the man’s shirt in for him.

“Never,” the man declared. “I was just curious if maybe next time she could join us?” the man winked at Karen.

Karen’s spine shivered in disgust. She was secretly flattered someone would pay to have sex with her – even someone as dumpy as that guy. She didn’t let on, though, and made it very clear that she was not on the menu.

“Oh, your loss!” he said as he walked out and let the screen door slam behind him. Betty stood in the doorway despite being completely naked until he left. It would have been easy for anyone passing by to see her naked behind the screen.

Once he was gone, Betty shivered and said that guy was so disgusting.

“Then why do you do it?” Karen chided her older sister.

“I’ll give you two hundred reasons, and they are on that table,” Betty walked over to the table to count her well-earned money. She never handled money herself. She made all her clients leave it on the table and called it a donation. It was something Betty did for legal reasons. She would not take cash directly from the client, and for that reason, she felt it wasn’t sex for money.

“Mom, can I have twenty?” Cheyenne and Savannah immediately flocked over to their mother to ask for a portion of the money to buy clothes, makeup, or any number of things they felt they needed at that moment.

“Did you suck dick for this money?” Betty denied her daughters with a big grin on her face as she counted it out. It was all there. If it wasn’t, he would never get another appointment with her again. She had no reason to think he’d short change her.

Karen was still surprised at how blasé’ Betty was about prostitution. The fact that her family knew seemed shameful and inappropriate to her.

Betty had tried to passionately explain that she raised her kids to accept her nudity and line of work. They were okay with what she did precisely because she didn’t lead a double life and had been open about it. Her kids surprisingly had very little interest in asking her questions because, to them, it was normal their mother worked as a prostitute. It was something they accepted because they had been raised to understand it was just what she did.

Tucker, on the other hand, had so many questions! He immediately noticed a white strand of cum dripping down from his Aunt’s wet slit. Betty walked with her ass cheeks tight, and her butt stuck out before the session. Tucker couldn’t see between her butt cheeks. However, when she walked away from the screen door, he could clearly see his Aunt’s pink, puckered asshole glistening with sweat and cum as her body relaxed. She also had several bruises and marks on her body that he hadn’t noticed before she started her session.

“What?” He almost didn’t hear his Aunt asking him to explain why he was staring at her. “Do I have something in my teeth, Tucker?” she joked. She knew he was staring at her because he was turned on.

Tucker had a secret porn collection on his phone. He loved looking at women’s bodies online. He had never seen a naked girl before. The closest he ever came was in gym class when a girl was wearing a pair of shorts, and she sat Indian style on the gym floor. He saw the trace of her thick, hairy pubes by looking down at her. There were so many secrets about women’s bodies he didn’t understand.

There were some like his Aunt who had huge areola’s that took up a large portion of their breasts and reminded him of flapjacks. There were some who had tight, puffy nipples. Some pussies were a simple line with very little exposed. Then there were some like his Aunt whose clit hood peaked out between her legs, exposing the mysterious pink hole of feminine secrets to the naked eye. Then there were some who had massive gashes that held a maze of folds and flaps and reminded him of a wildflower in full bloom.

Assholes were his favorite mystery. It seemed like a woman’s sacred duty to hide away this most private and intimate part of her body. His mother had never farted around him. No girl he knew had ever farted around him. Yet, Cheyenne and Savannah had ripped huge farts around him without a second thought. He didn’t realize girls could break wind with the same gusto as a man could.

He loved looking at buttholes of all sizes. He could barely make out his Aunt’s sphincter when she walked. Her ass cheeks flapped, and he could just see the hint of what must be between her ass cheeks. He felt so lucky to be able to see it. He felt like she SHOULD be afraid of him getting a good look at it. He even wondered if that was why she moved so quickly around him. He theorized his Aunt may be comfortable with him seeing her boobs and pussy but surely not her most private back-hole!

“Tucker? Why are you staring at me?” Betty asked her nephew again. He was embarrassed and turning red in the face. He had tuned out her question to reflect on the mental images he was capturing of his Aunt in his mind. His cousin and mother were looking at him like he was a little freak for staring at her.

“I am sorry. I just noticed you have something dangling between your legs? What is that?” Tucker said the first thing that came to his mind.

“Oh, that?” Betty seemed relieved to hear his answer. She reached between her legs with a finger and dabbed the cum. She tasted her fingers with her lips. “That was him, not me,” she mused as she licked her lips.

“Really? That is disgusting,” Karen complained that her sister was just disgusting at this point.

“I know, right? It’s like clean your pussy before you come out here,” Cheyenne agreed with Karen. Betty’s daughter’s tone wasn’t indignant, though. It was more like a minor annoyance to her or an impolite faux pas and a distraction from Cheyenne’s perspective.

“Look, I could have freaked out and made a big deal out of it if that is what you want, Karen?” Betty shrugged it off. “He saw a little goo coming out of my cunt. I wiped it off and made a joke out of it. What is the big deal? That is the problem with open plumbing. What comes in doesn’t stay in,” she said.

“I can’t even address the problem if you are going to use a word so vulgar I can’t even say it,” Karen crossed her legs and folded her arms defiantly. She wasn’t interested in debating this with her sister. She thought she was too far gone to see reason anyway.

“What word? Cunt?” Betty seemed puzzled.

“Yes, that word! How dare you say that around my son!” Karen said.

Cheyenne and Savannah laughed out loud at how much of a big deal Karen was making out of a single word.

“This is a cunt, Tucker,” Karen pulled her moist pussy flaps apart so that he could clearly see the pink meat inside. He could also visibly see the diamond-studded piercing in her clit hood. “I am a cunt with a cunt. Some women like your mom have vaginas. They don’t like it when you call what I have a cunt. My cunt is used to make me money. It’s like a Catcher’s mitt to a baseball player. If I don’t have the right equipment, I can’t make money. You’ve seen it. You’ve heard it. You know what it is called. Can we move on, or do you have other questions?” Betty asked. She was being rhetorical. Betty assumed that she had put the issue to rest.

Tucker thought she was being serious. “Is that a real diamond on that flap in the front?” Tucker asked.

Mark even giggled that time when he asked such a naïve question. “Have you never really seen a pussy before?” he asked him.

“There is a first time for everyone,” Betty realized that Tucker really hadn’t seen one before, and she felt sorry for him. He was Mark’s age, and he had clearly never been with a girl at all.

“I’ve seen pictures!” Tucker insisted. He was suddenly feeling very uncomfortable having his maturity questioned.

“I bet you have,” Savannah pantomimed someone staring at a phone and beating off. Cheyenne and Mark both laughed at her playful joke.

“This is my clit hood. That isn’t a real diamond,” Betty used her fingernail to lift the piercing a little and let him have a closer look as she stood in front of him while Tucker’s mother fumed quietly.

“Yeah, if it was, Alan would have pawned it,” Cheyenne said. It wasn’t lost on Karen that Cheyenne called her father by his first name. That was intolerable in her opinion, but she was so overwhelmed with frustration she didn’t want to call her out for it.

Savannah added that her mother’s piercing was a “Cuban Zirconia.”

Mark asked what that was, and Savannah said it was fake jewelry you buy from Cuban guys at those kiosks in the middle of the mall.

“How dare you show my son your piercing!” Karen insisted.

“He’s seen it dangling there. I am an open book. There are two options in this house. You can have a question and fill in the blanks yourself. You are likely to get it wrong and probably think its something more than it is. You could also choose to just ask and let me tell you. Now that you know what it is, do you have any other questions, or are we done with the show and tell for now?” Betty smiled at Tucker.

“You said it was a clit hood. Do babies come from under the hood?” Tucker hated his last question as soon as he heard it. It sounded so naïve, and his cousins couldn’t help themselves when they giggled at how naïve he sounded.

“You didn’t talk to Tucker about the birds and the bees?” It was Betty’s turn to seem incredulous towards her little sister.

“Yes, I spoke to him about it. I did not think I needed to demonstrate them to him,” Karen said.

Betty pushed her clit hood aside and exposed what looked to Tucker like a tiny penis.

“Put a shell on that slug and throw it back in the garden,” Cheyenne looked disgusted as she watched her mother’s clit protrude and stick up. Betty’s kids were used to their mother being naked, but she rarely exposed herself quite like this around them.

“All my life, I was embarrassed by my big clit. I used to have a much bigger piercing that lifted my clit hood and ran through the shaft here so that it was always exposed for anyone to see. If you had known me back in the day, my little clit nub would be protruding and sticking out to be pulled or pinched” Betty smiled as she let her clitoris expand and dangle for a moment. It was still slick and glistening from her sex juices.

“Why did you stop?” Tucker asked.

Betty had not thought about that in a long time. “I suppose like a lot of things it fell by the wayside. I had no one to keep me honest. It just became easier to wear a smaller piercing,” she said.

“Does it hurt, Aunt Betty?” he asked.

Betty smiled and said that it hurt in a good way. “I rarely notice it anymore. I suppose it feels a little like there is a tiny red ant who lives on my clit and likes to bite it every now and then,” she chuckled. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and licked them.

Karen rolled her eyes.

“Why do you not have any hair around your thing?” Tucker said. He looked at his mother as if searching for permission to use the word Cunt. However, he himself would never have said it.

“This is a cunt,” Betty reiterated. “If it makes you more comfortable to call it a thing that is okay, but just understand I have a lot of things hanging off,” Betty bent her knees slightly in a cute pose and jiggled her tits. “When your mother and I were growing up, only the sluttiest women shaved their cunts. They were considered whores. It was initially degrading to be bald. If I was naked and had that patch of hair, then no one could see what I really had between my legs. I suppose now I just do it out of habit and because it sweats a lot less without hair,” she smiled.

“Why would you want to be degraded?” Tucker asked his Aunt.

She smiled at him and said that there were two things in this house that she had to give anyone who asked for it. “The two things are either an ass-kicking or the truth. Are you really sure you want the truth?” Betty asked him.

Cheyenne and Savannah were already staring at their phones and tuned out from the conversation. Mark seemed to want to go back to playing video games. Karen definitely wanted this conversation to end.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to ask something that may be too personal,” Tucker apologized politely.

“You aren’t listening. I’d rather you ask questions than make up a story in your head that isn’t true. The simple fact is that when I was younger, I was willful, stubborn, and proud. I was manipulative, cruel, and selfish,” Betty admitted.

“As opposed to now?” Savannah popped back into the conversation long enough to make a wisecrack and then tuned right back out of what was being discussed.

“I am not a perfect person. I definitely fall back on old habits. However, there was a time when I was committed to changing myself. I thought the easiest way to do that was to take away the armor of dignity I wore all the time. If I had no clothes to hide behind, then I’d be more vulnerable and exposed. I could just be Betty and nothing else. The entire world could see me as I was without a mask or a shield to hide behind. I prefer people talk to me straight up instead of sugar coating things. I suppose you could call that degrading. You’ll see when I do punishments,” Betty said.