Chapter 5

That night in the bed, Karen asked Tucker what he thought of the punishment ritual. It had been so much to process for her that she couldn’t sleep. She was worried it had been way too much for him to process.

“I thought it was pretty cool,” Tucker admitted truthfully. He would have been reluctant to tell his mother the truth. However, he had recently bought into Betty’s belief about always telling the truth.

“Well, you got to see boobs and butts. I know you are growing up and like those things. They are your cousins, though. That probably doesn’t mean much to you since you barely know them,” Karen said.

“I understand what you are saying, Mom,” Tucker said without denying the part about seeing his cousin’s bare asses pleasing him. He still lusted after them and was turned on by what he saw. However, he knew he was not supposed to get turned on seeing them naked. The fact he wasn’t seemed to make him feel guilty and turned on at the same time. He didn’t understand why he had those taboo feelings.

“If I had any other choices, I would leave. I feel foolish because I have no plan B right now. We are kind of stuck,” she told him.

“I know you did your best, Mom,” Tucker didn’t blame his mom for their circumstances. He also loved being at Betty’s house.

“I appreciate that. You’ve always been so special to me. As long as we have each other, we’ll figure out a way out of this. In the meantime, I am going to try not to be so judgmental toward my sister. It isn’t easy, but this is HER house. I just want you to come to me if anything makes you uncomfortable or confuses you, okay?” she said.

“Yes, mom,” Tucker agreed. They told each other they loved one another and then went to bed. They both slept with their clothes on again. Tucker would have slept in his underwear, but his mother went to bed fully dressed, so he did too.

Over the next few days, things continued much as they had the day that Tucker and Karen arrived.

Cheyenne, Savannah, and Mark went to High School during the day. Alan was at work until the evening.

That left Karen and Tucker home alone with Betty during the day. Karen was not ready to register her son in the Buckman school district yet. She was convinced she could find a job quickly and move before that may be necessary.

Tucker was book smart and had good grades. She wasn’t concerned about him falling behind in school if he missed a few weeks of classes.

Unfortunately for Karen, the job market in Buckman county was severely limited. The jobs she found advertised online were mostly waitress or gas station attendant. She held a Master’s degree in Business.

Karen dumbed down her resume and applied for any job she could find. However, she wasn’t having much success in getting an interview.

She implored her sister to at least loan her the money to get her car fixed.

“I really don’t have the money, Sis,” Betty admitted. She would be reluctant to loan her any significant amount. Betty was behind on their bills at the moment anyway and couldn’t afford it.

“How do you have sex with guys for money every day and live in this dump of a trailer and only share one car with your husband? What do you do with your money?” Karen asked angrily.

Betty was hurt by the question. She had to admit though she was bad at budgeting. She told her sister it was always something. She ended up splurging on Christmas gifts recently. There was something before that, and she ran up some credit cards ordering sexy lingerie and shoes on the Internet.

“We also bought a really expensive bed last Labor Day. The bed was the top of the line adjustable kind that has all these fancy settings on it. I figured I spend all day on my back so I may as well get a comfortable bed,” she smirked.

Karen thought Betty was irresponsible with her money and this confirmed it for her.

Betty always had been a poor planner when it came to money. It WAS Betty’s money, though, and she had a right to spend it how she wanted. Karen didn’t have any room to preach responsibility when she was broke herself anyway.

“I know you don’t want to hear this suggestion, but the only place where you can make some money in this town is at one of the two strip clubs. I know some girls down at the Landing Strip. I could ask Alan to take you down there tonight,” Betty said.

“I am not doing anything sexual,” Karen insisted.

“There isn’t any sex. I mean, not really. They do full nude lap dances, but there isn’t any penetration – unless you want there to be,” Betty chuckled. “I worked there for a little while,” she said.

“Would you send your daughters to work there?” Karen asked indignantly. She expected Betty to say she would because she didn’t see the problem with it. She was trying to make a point that Betty should be more conservative with them.

“When my daughters graduate high school, it won’t be up to me what they do. If they want to dance, I won’t judge them for that. If they want to work on their back a few years and pay their way through high school, I won’t judge them for that. You do what you have to do sometimes. Our parents judged me, and it is the reason that we were never close after I moved away,” she said.

Karen admitted she had a point there. “It doesn’t sound safe to work at a strip club,” Karen offered up another excuse. “I am not as pretty as you either. I don’t think I could compete with actual strippers,” she said.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Karen. We could give you a slutty makeover,” Betty smiled at her younger sister. She knew Karen’s self-esteem was in the toilet after her divorce. She didn’t want to say that most of the dancers at the club weren’t exactly that hot. “We could drive down there, and you could check it out. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It is just an option on the table,” Betty suggested. “It may be degrading for the short term. Just focus on making enough money to move someplace where there are more jobs and then never look back,” she suggested.

Karen thanked her sister. She said she’d instead try a traditional job. “I want to set a good example for my son,” She said.

“As opposed to the one I set for my kids?” Betty smirked. She knew Karen thought poorly of her profession. She used humor as a defense mechanism to defuse that feeling.

Betty didn’t pester her sister about getting a job after that initial conversation. She let her try to find one the traditional way. She gave her money to get a ride from LYFT to interviews. Karen had high hopes that each interview she got would be her last, but none of the opportunities panned out for her.

Karen and Tucker did help out around the house. They took turns cleaning, and Tucker even learned to cook from Betty.

Betty really did sun herself outside in the yard. The trailers were very closely spaced together, and there was virtually no privacy. Most of the neighbors knew Betty was a nudist. A few of them gawked, but none of them complained. Karen could not believe her sister dared to walk out to the yard and get a tan.

“You’d be surprised how many of my customers are just walking by. I ask them if they want to put a little suntan lotion on me. We start talking, and one thing leads to another,” Betty smiled.

She typically had four to five customer sessions a day. Most men wanted kinky sex. A few of them wanted rough sex.

The ones who had weird or exotic requests were the ones that fascinated Tucker. He wasn’t sure what his Aunt was doing in the bedroom with them. He sometimes asked her about them.

There was one day, Betty came walking out of her bedroom wearing a pair of bunny ears. She had dark makeup on her nose to give the impression she was a bunny rabbit. Tucker couldn’t resist asking his Aunt about that session.

“He wanted me to hop around and lay Easter eggs,” Betty said. Tucker didn’t believe it until Betty squatted down with her legs apart and imitated laying an egg.

Tucker was too bashful to ask if she held the candy eggs in her pussy or her ass. He imagined that scenario a lot when he masturbated.

Tucker found himself masturbating at least five times a day on a frequent basis. Betty discreetly left freshly used sex toys in the bathroom for him. Tucker loved smelling them. She told him that she didn’t mind.

“I am going to drip all over them. If it gets your rocks off, then that’s fine with me,” she said.

Several days went by like that. One day he noticed his Aunt walking around the house wearing a butt plug. It was a heavy stainless steel plug. The base was shaped like a heart with a pink glass jewel in it.

“What is that?” Tucker asked when he noticed. He was hanging out in the kitchen alone with his Aunt at the time.

“That’s a butt plug,” Betty shrugged.

Tucker had heard of them, but he had no idea why a woman would want to wear one.

“Do you want to see it?” she asked.

Tucker nodded that he would. He assumed she would pull her ass cheeks apart for him and let him have a good look. She had done that before once or twice, and he always enjoyed a close up look at her butt.

Instead, Betty reached between her ass cheeks and plucked it out. There was a small pop as she showed him the plug. It was slightly oily. Betty told him that was spit and her ass juices.

Tucker scrunched his nose. He was so turned on by how open Betty was about letting him look at her wet asshole and butt plug.

“Why do you wear that plug? Do you enjoy it?” Tucker asked. His eyes were wide with wonder.

Betty smiled and said that she did sometimes.

Betty said that she was going to have two guys coming by at the same time and they both like anal. “They have some big dicks. On days when I do a lot of anal I train my ass by stretching it out a little. I squeeze the plug with my sphincter muscles when I walk around. It helps a lot,” she said. “I’ll enjoy what they do with me a lot more if I prepare my asshole to be ready for their big dicks.”

Tucker didn’t know how to respond to what his Aunt just said.

Betty felt his curiosity was satisfied. She thought nothing of putting the plug in her mouth to suck it clean and put it back in her ass.

“Why did you just put that in your mouth?” Tucker scrunched his nose in disgust.

“You’ve been smelling my dildos for days and you are grossed out that I tasted it?” Betty chuckled.

Tucker suddenly realized that some of the dildos she had been leaving him may have been in her ass.

“That is how I clean my sex toys after I use them. I give them a heavy cleaning in the dish washer sometimes too. However, if I need to take it out for a short time I just give it a quick clean with my mouth and that lubes it back up as well,” she said as if it were no big deal.

Tucker seemed flabbergasted so Betty explained a little more. “If I won’t taste my own juices then who would? Trust me, I’ve sucked on things a lot nastier than this stainless steel after they have been up my ass. It’s an acquired taste,” she smirked.

Tucker didn’t know how to respond to that.

“I’ll just leave sex toys I’ve had in my cunt in the bathroom then if you are freaked out by this,” she said.

“No, uh leave what you have been leaving,” Tucker told her. He felt guilty about getting off on smelling her dildos. She was after all his Aunt. However, she and her daughters had become the center of most of his masturbation fantasies now. The smell of those dildos really turned him on. He just didn’t want to talk about his dirty habits out loud.

In the evenings the family ate dinner and went about their regular activities as well. Most of Betty’s clients flirted with her daughters when they stopped by. They were used to it and never showed any interest in them.

Cheyenne and Savannah were back to bickering and teasing one another by Thursday of that week. The punishment from the week before was already forgotten. They were also sneaking out at night and partying with some neighborhood boys. They were both willing to be spanked a few days later if it meant they could run around and have fun at night.

A few of the clients tried to convince Karen to have sex with them. Karen always rejected them but she was secretly flattered.

Betty didn’t remind her again that the offer to take her down to the strip club was still on the table. Betty didn’t want to nag her sister any more than she wanted to nag her kids. She hoped Karen would at least consider it because it was easy money from her perspective.

Tucker continued to try to sell his Aunt on doing webcam shows. He showed her a few cam sites on his laptop. Betty was curious but when Tucker tried to use his cheap laptop and connect her to the website it looked grainy and choppy. He realized they would need a high quality webcam, better laptop and better Internet.

All things Betty didn’t have money for at the time. “I am still paying off my Fingerhut account. I really went crazy and ordered all this lawn stuff. I still haven’t taken most of it out of the boxes,” she laughed.

On Saturday Betty said she had a regular high spending client. He liked to be called “Master Robert” and he usually paid at least two hundred dollars for a session. Robert had dark hair and a mustache. He looked similar to the actor Kim Coates that played Tig in the TV series “Sons of Anarchy”.

She wore the butt plug all afternoon in preparation for him. She masturbated in the bedroom a few times to loosen her pussy up. Master Robert usually had some kinky scenarios he wanted to work out with her.

Karen pretended not to notice the butt plug. The glass twinkled when the light hit it. Everyone else in the family was used to seeing Betty walk around the house like that now and then and paid no attention.

All except for Tucker who was fascinated by the butt plug. He loved how the plug created a little pocket in his Aunt’s ass crack to expose the crystal heart to his eye. Normally, his Aunt kept her ass cheeks clenched and tight when she walked around unless she had been freshly fucked.

The plug kept her wide open and exposed the entire time.

“Will you leave the plug in the bathroom when you are done with it?” he whispered the request when he thought no one was listening.

Betty smiled at him and winked.

Master Robert showed up around 3pm. He paid for a double session with Betty. He didn’t waste a lot of time talking. He pulled her in the bedroom and began to choke fuck her with his dick after he pushed her to her knees.