Chapter 2

When I didn’t immediately answer, James gave up on waiting for one. I’ve always been the type of person to avoid awkward or difficult questions. People complain about it all the time. I think it is because I can be shy.

“I was just going to say good night. I’m going to be up early. There’s a group of us who’re having a videoconference with some kids in Germany at 5am, so I’d better get to bed.”

James seemed nonplussed by seeing a grown woman staked out in her backyard. It was definitely not the reaction I would have expected.

His comment hit me like a sledgehammer. I felt so ashamed of myself. I was doing something so naughty out in the open where anyone could see it. A part of me was excited but I also felt intense shame.

I suddenly remembered Chris had mentioned he was doing the same thing tomorrow. What if the two knew each other? Oh Gawd, oh Gawd. They’d talk. They’d know their mom was a twisted pervert, and they’d think I was here of my own free will! I couldn’t make sounds come out. I wanted to plead with James to forget what he saw. To at least say nothing to Chris, but even moving my mouth, not as much as a squeak came out. He was gone again before I found my voice.

“Don’t worry about James,” Jane said once he was out of earshot. “I’m fairly certain he still thinks girls are icky. He’s way too busy dreaming up new apps and making nice with whoever is on the other end of his computer to worry about a girl laying out on her own lawn. Even if it is nighttime. He thinks grownups are all crazy anyway. He caught me once with a banana in my snatch. He just stared for like 30 seconds, shook his head, and walked away. He didn’t even ask about it later. I bet he’s forgotten about you already.”

“And what if he tells Chris? Care to make that bet official?” I groaned, making Jane laugh. I should have asked how James reacted to seeing his mother sticking fruit in her pussy but I was red in the face just thinking about that dirty scenario.

“If he does, I’ll stand right here naked in front of him while you both watch me fuck a fresh banana and then eat it. Elizabeth too,” she said, easily including her daughter in her bet.

“Didn’t you say that Elizabeth is only just 15? I managed to ask.

“I said 15, but I didn’t say 15 AND a virgin,” Jane answered casually. She’s lost enough bets that her virginity is not in question anymore.” It was a statement of fact, not a boast. I began to wonder how she could so easily offer her daughter’s participation in such an extreme bet. She had to be messing with my head, just to make me feel better. But then she really gave me something to think about. “So where does Chris think you are anyway? Did he notice you come outside in your bikini?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I was too embarrassed to look at him as I passed him,” I admitted with a sigh.

“So if he noticed, he just assumed you came out here for a little nighttime lawn swimming? Look, girlfriend, I bet that James was cool with what he just saw because I know how James is. I don’t know Chris, but I know people, and you look like the sort of person who is up for a challenge.”

Jane’s words made sense, and it was about the same thing I’d said to Jessica to tempt her into taking my bet in the first place. It had just been different somehow when I’d been so certain that Jessica would have lost. I nodded in agreement that Jane was most likely right. Jane must have assumed that I was agreeing I liked a challenge, so she continued her line of thought.

“Shit, your Jessica must be too, or she wouldn’t have been so excited to prep the yard for your overnighter. Elizabeth came straight inside and told me something was going on over here. It seems to me that we’ve discovered a fun little thing our daughters and we have in common. We can make the most of it or ignore it, but me? I’d rather turn it into a team sport! So what do you say? Take this to the next level? You and Jessica against Elizabeth and me like in tennis. Hey! Do you play?”

I don’t know if it was the stress or just that Jane’s mind was going a million miles a minute, but I was finding it hard to keep up. Was my neighbor asking if I liked playing tennis? Where’d that come from? She’d just been boasting that she was willing to bet James wouldn’t tell Chris what he’d seen me doing. That had somehow morphed into offering to do nasty things with a banana, and now we were onto tennis?

And all this as part of a casual conversation while I lay almost naked, staked out in my yard with a butt plug up my pooper and ants crawling all over my privates because yes, there were absolutely ants. I could feel my vagina going crazy already, and the worst part is that I was beginning to smell my own musk. It was almost as if this conversation was turning me on. How do I respond to a question like that? Do I just tell her that was my high school sport?

“Do I play tennis? Um. Sure. A long time ago,” I finally managed.

“I bet me and Elizabeth can take you two in a game of tennis at the local court. Losers bend over the nets and count a dozen serves aimed at the loser’s butts by the winners. What do you say?” She asked enthusiastically.

What could I say? “You’re on?” Well, that’s what I did. We made a date for brunch Sunday followed by a trip to the tennis courts, and I was kind of looking forward to winning that one. I needed a win. I hoped Jessica would be okay with it. Jane wished me a good night and headed back inside her house. A few minutes later, the lights clicked off over the hedgerow, and I was alone. A few minutes after that, the lights bathing my own yard clicked off too, and I was left in darkness.

I didn’t go right to sleep, but I found myself in my own little world, still hung up on James seeing me like this despite what Jane had said. To me it WAS a big deal. Add the ants crawling all over my privates and the butt plug stretching my heiny, and it was getting more and more difficult to focus. Then there were images in my mind of me bent over a tennis court net taking direct hits to my butt from tennis balls Jane served while my family all watched and laughed as the hits kept coming, forcing me into humiliating climax after degrading climax ... My little fantasies were already taking root.

Somehow, despite how humiliating and terrifying my experiences that night had been, I fell asleep wishing I could finger fuck myself. The ants weren’t cutting it, and bouncing my butt sent jolts through me that only drove me crazier without causing me to cum. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d passed out hornier.

A blast of icy cold water on my crotch woke me the next morning. I bit off a scream of surprised anguish. It was light out, but the sun hadn’t actually shown itself over the urban horizon yet. The water kept coming, and despite the cold, it was like a firehose against my clit. I involuntarily arched my back for more direct contact, and I heard Jessica giggle.

“I was doing you a favor, but I didn’t expect to be doing you THAT sort of favor,” she laughed as she washed away ants and honey from my groin. “There. Much better. How’d you sleep?” she finally asked when she shut off the hose.

Apart from dreams of being naked and bound, fucked in all my holes by faceless men while the whole neighborhood gathered around and ridiculed me, laughing and calling me names? That’s what I felt like saying, but I didn’t. What I did have was the perfect bet to get Jessica back. She’d never bet against me again afterwards. Then I remembered I’d made a deal with Jane last night too. I still had to get Jessica back, but after that, I was sure that by working together, we could show our cocky neighbors a thing or two.

“Fine, although I need to use the bathroom,” I grumped. The feeling of needing to poop had subsided as my body had adjusted to the butt plug, but it was coming back a little. I imagined this might be the real thing.

“After breakfast. I even made it for everyone, myself,” Jessica grinned. “Dad’s already up, and he’s in a surprisingly good mood this morning. Did you get any visitors last night?” She asked innocently.

I decided to keep my chat with Jane a secret for the moment. “Do ants count?” I asked back instead.

“Yeah, that must have been horrible! Yuck! You looked like you were wearing ant-panties! I bought out a towel and a fresh pair of bottoms. I figured it’d be a little difficult to explain to everyone why it looks like you pissed yourself.”

Jessica was being so thoughtful. That didn’t deter me from wanting to get her back, but at least I could be a good sport about it. “Thank you, honey. Is anyone other than your father up already?” The thought had me worried. I didn’t want anyone to see that I was tied up. Kendrick knew I was out here, but I hadn’t told him there was more to the consequence bet.

“Not yet, unless they got up since I came out here. We’d better get you untied, yeah?” Jessica started with my ankles, and I gratefully closed my legs. You have no idea what it feels like to have your legs spread all night, unable to close them. The simple action of bringing my thighs together felt heavenly, and I groaned in pleasure. It was a minute before I realized she hadn’t started on my wrists.

Now let’s get these wet bottoms off too, huh?” She said helpfully, already reaching for the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

“No! You can’t do that out here!” I chided her, but she ignored me and peeled my panties over my hips. I clamped my thighs together to stop her removing them all the way. “Jessica!, stop!” I begged. “Someone will see! Untie my wrists, and I’ll change them over behind the tree,” I insisted. We have a nice big oak tree in the yard that would provide some measure of privacy.

Nah-uh. My rules. I won,” she reminded me as if I needed reminding. “Let Miss Jess take mommy’s nasty panties off and then we’ll untie your wrists. The longer you mess around, the longer your beaver will be on display for the world to see,” she teased me. You’ve got stubble starting, mommy. Did you know that?” Jessica said, making me blush even more.

We weren’t the sort of family who casually allowed each other to see us in the nude. Jessica had no business even seeing that I shaved down there. I certainly had no idea whether or not she did too. Almost crying in shame, I reluctantly released the pressure on my thighs and Jessica drew my bikini bottoms down to my knees. I would SO get her back for this!

Once the bottoms were all the way off, Jessica finally moved around to my left wrist, faking a problem with untying her own knot. It felt like she worked the knot for an hour, although it was probably only a minute in which time I begged her three times to hurry.

The moment my wrist came free, I used it to cover my mons. I was wishing a hole would open up in the lawn and swallow me. As Jessica worked on the other wrist, she forced me to promise I wouldn’t run away once I was free. She was right, too. I would have. But I reluctantly promised her. After the last knot was taken care of, Jessica held her hand out to help pull me to my feet. I kept my free hand covering my bits and pieces.

“You need another rinse off. You’ve still got honey and drowned ants on you. Hands to your sides, mommy,” she ordered. I had no choice. I did as I was told, even as I vowed to get her back for insisting on calling me, ‘mommy’. It was as if she knew exactly how to prolong my humiliation.

“Please hurry,” I begged, which humbled me even more. I was pleading with my own daughter to spray me with cold water from our garden hose. I’d never forget how that felt. She’d already begun directing more of that icy, horrible and somehow quite arousing water stream at my groin when I realized I could have just insisted I could do it myself.

Without looking down, I knew my clitoris was peeking out by the time she’d finished. I was at least grateful she hadn’t called me on it. I would have if it had been her standing bottomless in our yard. But now I was bottomless AND extremely worked up. Kendrick would be getting a little action this morning after I won the next bet with Jessica.

I was finally allowed to put the fresh bottoms on, although these ones were even tighter than the ones I’d worn last night. I could only imagine what I looked like from behind. Safely covered once again, I felt better and I started my evil plan to get Jessica back.

“I hope you’re happy, Jess. What if the new neighbors had come out?” I asked.

“I’m dressed. I’d be fine. It was you who was lounging around bottomless with a big latex plug up your ass,” she laughed. Anyway, if the mom is like her kid, she’ll steer clear of us. The lesbo is clearly a loner,” Jessica shrugged.

“I disagree. Jane is nice and very liberal. I’d say she’d be up for about anything,” I countered, knowing that in a way, I was contradicting myself. I’d just worried out loud that someone would come out of their house and catch us.

“Haven’t you had enough of losing for a while?” Jessica smirked, dismissing the idea.

“Hell no! You OWE me for last night, and I’ve got a right to get even. Want to make a bet on it?” I paused dramatically as if just now figuring out what the bet would be. “How about you be mommy’s baby if we ask to make a bet with Jane and she agrees? Hell, we’ll make it really interesting. Jane AND Elizabeth. Just a blunt question. And we make it something outrageous like you did to me last night. Loser has to wear a diaper, and suck on a pacifier for an hour?”

“Oooh, I’m too scared,” Jessica replied sarcastically and rolled her eyes at how silly the bet sounded. “You must be desperate, mom, but it’s your funeral. In our living room. While everyone’s there. We may as well make this good,” I knew Jessica thought she was taunting me.

I paused again as if in deep thought, then said, “Okay, I can work with that. How does this sound for a bet to offer Jane? Tennis.” I suggested, keeping a completely straight face. We’d both gotten pretty good over the years at having really good poker faces.