Chapter 1

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“Mom, gross!” Dylan exclaimed. As soon as he walked in, he saw his mother on all fours completely naked. Her bald pussy and ass were intentionally faced toward the door. It was the first thing anyone would see as they entered the trailer. She was watching Doctor Phil on the television as if it were perfectly normal to be in this position and for her it was.

“If you don’t like what you see, then don’t look, Dylan,” his mom replied dismissively. Dylan was used to seeing his mother and sisters naked. Their small trailer was pretty close quarters, and the girls in his family weren’t shy about walking around butt naked.

“We have company,” Dylan sighed. He had seen his mother in this position before.

“Well, if they want to stand there and stare, there is a twenty-dollar looky-loo fee,” Dylan’s mom joked. She told him to close the door because there was a breeze.

Tammy didn’t seem entirely concerned about who might be with Dylan. He frequently brought over his friends when she was being punished.

“What did you do wrong this time?” Dylan asked his mom. He knew she was being punished for something.

“Same shit, different day,” his mother sighed. She clearly accepted that she would be exposed on a pedestal like this frequently.

Her husband, Harlan, walked into the living room. “Go on and tell him what you did wrong, Tammy. You are being punished for a reason. Admitting how you fucked up is part of the price you pay,” he said.

“I ordered some things we didn’t need out of a FingerHut catalog, Dylan,” Tammy confessed.

“Three hundred and fifty dollars worth of bullshit that we don’t need and Tammy can’t pay for it unless I put her ass out at the motel down the street. That’s IF she finds some guys hard up enough to pay for what she keeps giving away for free.

“Tell them what else you did wrong,” Harlan demanded. He swatted her hard on her big ass. It wasn’t a spanking – more like a friendly reminder she was up shit creek in his book.

“Harlan walked in on me fucking Fred,” Tammy admitted. She didn’t seem that ashamed of her infidelity. It was common knowledge to Dylan that his mom frequently cheated on her husband.

“Who is the one motherfucker from the Moose Lodge that I told you definitely not to fuck with?” Harlan asked.

“Fred,” Tammy replied with her head hung low.

“Who still owes me for all that money I invested with him on his hair-brained get rich quick schemes?” Harlan asked.

“Fred,” Tammy’s reply was barely audible this time.

“What? I can’t hear you, bitch. Say it again,” Harlan spanked his wife’s ass hard with the flat of his hand. He wasn’t being abusive. Tammy was made of sturdy stuff and even though the spanking stung, it bruised her ego more than it hurt her ass. She had knowingly broken the rules and now she would pay the price for it.

“Fred, Sir,” Tammy answered him more clearly. Her nipples were taut, and she was nervous as her husband dressed her down in front of the others.

“Fred, because he borrowed my fucking lawnmower, broke it and then returned it and said that it was fucked up when I loaned it to him. Fred, because he came over to my house and brought a six-pack of Miller Lite – CANS, mind you. Then he proceeded to drink 12 of my ice-cold bottled beers and took home the six cans he brought with him – THAT Fred.”

Harlan pointed out that while his wife was having sex with his former friend, the house was still a mess. “Look around at this trash can. You can’t find a god-damned place to sit down because there is so much bullshit around here. This bitch is home all day while I am out trying to find a job, and she can’t lift a fucking finger to clean up,” Harlan lamented about his wife’s inherent laziness.

The truth was the trailer was simply too small for the family and they had much more stuff than they had space to put it. His wife had told him this before, but Harlan hated excuses.

“Were you out looking for a job or down at the Swamp Buggy drinking with your friends, Dad?” Dylan asked his dad.

“If you want me to strip you down and leave you right next to your momma, you go on and keep talking shit, Dylan!” Harlan huffed. He rarely punished his son, but he frequently punished the girls of the house.

“Now, who the fuck is this with you?” Harlan asked.

“Oh yeah, sorry about that,” Dylan apologized to their new guests before introducing them.

“Dad, this is Barbara and her brother Joe. Barbara, Joe, this is my Dad Harlan. They just moved into the big house down the road. They’re from Chicago, so they don’t know how things work down here yet, but they’re learning. I asked Barbara to the school dance, and she said she had to meet you two first. So I want you to make a good impression, okay?” Dylan had grown up in the trailer and had no idea that not all people lived as he did. Everyone around here was just like him. It was Barbara who was different, but her looks overrode his dislike of different.

Barbara was pretty and blonde. She looked a little like Aubrey Hepburn. She was a smart girl and had an infectious smile.

“You live in that eyesore? The one with the fence all the way around that looks like the White House? Sheeet. La de dah, boy!” Harlan laughed that the girl had even acknowledged Dylan much less agreed to visit ‘Corn Hill,’ as this stretch of trailers was affectionately known. “What brings you to live here?” Harlan directed a real question at Barbara in surprise.

To him, Chicago was a place from TV, not a real place at all. To him, the TV people lived imaginary lives that were so far removed from reality that he often laughed at things not even meant to be funny. Like a wife telling her husband to do something and him listening? Hilarious to Harlan and everyone else in the trailer.

“My dad took a job running the plastics factory, Sir,” Barbara volunteered timidly. She had already been considering fleeing the trailer when she’d first laid eyes on the naked woman, but Dylan had been so blasé about it that she’d decided she was just being too delicate.

Joe always told her she was too ‘delicate,’ and she wanted to finally prove him wrong. It’s why she’d even agreed to meet Dylan’s parents. He was handsome in a ‘country’ way, and she needed to make friends - especially boys. Her mother wouldn’t approve of her dating but Barbara had decided recently she was tired of being so shy.

She was pretty and she had boyfriends back home in Chicago. She never put out for them and once they realized they would never past first base they frequently ditched her. Barbara had been raised to believe even kissing and heavy petting was highly inappropriate for a girl her age.

Her father hadn’t let her date even though she was already nearly fifteen. Now she had a good excuse. Her father’s only vocalized incentive for her to come to this out-of-touch part of the country had been that she’d be allowed to date ‘good, well-mannered country boys’ instead of the ‘gangsta riffraff’ of Chicago. Her father thought that EVERY boy in their old neighborhood was a ‘junkie hoodlum,’ even the boys in her own class at school.

Then Dylan’s dad had walked into the living room. Barbara had felt too intimidated to ditch the place, although she could hardly believe they were talking to each other that way or about a naked mother as if it was not wholly inappropriate for them to do so.

In fact, Barbara was too shocked at first to do anything more than take in what was happening in front of her own eyes. At least it was a distraction when Dylan’s dad had asked a fairly ‘normal’ question.

“She even talks like one of those News bimbos on the TV!” Harlan laughed and slapped his knee. “You just make sure you get her home from that dance before daybreak, ya hear, Dill?” Dylan’s father ordered before breaking down in laughter again.