Chapter 11

Allan walked behind his mother’s back as she stood in the kitchen leaning forward. She knew what he would probably do with the final hot dog. She didn’t flinch when he touched her butt. She looked uncomfortable when he tried to insert the hot dog. He seemed to be having trouble.

She mumbled a warning, but he didn’t listen. He pushed, and pushed until he was satisfied the hot dog went up her ass. She kept looking up and rolling her eyes as he forced the wiener into her butt. My wife was truly a three-hole whore. I took a few pictures because I thought they perfectly captured what a dedicated whore she was.

What I did not know was that the uncooked hot dog did not survive entry into her anus. Tracy is NO stranger to anal sex and considers her asshole to be a second vagina. She keeps it tight by building up her anal muscles through Kegels.

My wife was trying to tell him to loosen her up a little with his finger before he inserted it. It was completely smushed in the process.

The rock music in the background helped keep the excitement level high, and Paul and his sisters cheered him on. He punched her butt a few times, moved around to her front, and punched her tits. He punched her stomach. These punches were a long way from a Mike Tyson knockout punch.

They did hurt though, and I saw my wife appear distressed when he punched her tight belly. He punched her below the belt on her cunt. She bent over further but got right back in position for more. He grabbed her nipples with his fingers and began to “pull her booby” – which is to say he jerked off her nipples just like he probably did his penis right after.

My wife surprised me. Either she was an incredible actress, or she was having a mild orgasm in front of everyone in the room. I had fucked her last night, and she didn’t make those faces.

The hot dog in her pussy wasn’t particularly large. My size queen wife wasn’t getting off on having a hot dog shoved in her hole.

I could only surmise that the unorthodox manner that my son was masturbating her nipples, coupled with the humiliation of being watched getting punished by her family was sending all sorts of signals to her brain and shutting down its ability to differentiate between the humiliation and the physical arousal.

She was breathing heavily and sighing. Lilith and Megan immediately recognized it for what it was and began to cheer Allan on. “Hell, I might just get punished myself if it’s that good,” Lilith joked. Although, I was quite certain she wouldn’t act on the boast. I’d have liked to see her humiliate herself!

Allan was having fun playing with his mother’s tits, but he either got bored, nervous because everyone was watching or realized the song was coming to an end. He dashed behind his mother and started punching her butt. Tracy removed her hands from head and continued tweaking her nipples while deep in the throes of passion.

My son was attempting to punch his mother’s “butthole”. Earlier today when they were initially daring her to be their punching bag, she had asked the question about punching her asshole; Paul dismissed it as physically impossible. Allan wanted to try anyway. He was initially just punching her in the center of her butt and hitting her crack. It really wasn’t very hard.

His mother was leaning forward, and the hot dog was sticking out of her pussy. Allan knew that she’d have to eat it only if it dropped. He aimed for the hot dog and hit his mother’s cunt from behind while she had her legs open.

“Ah!! Ah!” my wife crowed in pain as she rocked forward. She bit the hot dog in her mouth in half, and part of it fell to the floor. My son must have hit her clit piercing. She bent forward a little and kept her legs apart. He punched again, and his mother’s spit dribbled out of the side of her mouth and down her chin. She bent her knees and held them as she stuck her ass out again.

Allan got in three more good punches before the song ended.

“Oh shit, I am so sorry,” Tracy took a moment just to snap out of her punch-drunk stupor. She stood up and looked down at the hot dog bits that fell. Then she shook herself a few times to try to make sense of what she just experienced before feeling around in her butt crack and realizing that the hot dog was ruined.

“Was that a good punishment?” She asked Allan. He was quite satisfied.

“You seemed like you REALLY enjoyed it,” Megan asked skeptically.

“I could not help that, and it was really embarrassing having an orgasm in front of you. I know you think I am incapable of being humiliated, but that’s the first time I’ve done that.”

“You removed your hands from the back of your head and started playing with your tits when he stopped. Why did you do that?” Lilith asked like a police cop asking her whereabouts just before a murder she was investigating.

“I did? Oh, yes, I kind of blanked. Honestly, I don’t know what happened.”

“I know what happened, Horny Dimbo was getting off having her boobies pulled, while getting all three holes filled, and she forgot the point of the exercise. Is that about, right?”

“Yes,” my wife didn’t deny it.

“Why do you keep touching your ass. Where is the hot dog? Stuck all the way up there?” Megan looked behind her mother and giggled. “Oh god,” she said. “Well, your punishment isn’t over. Squat down, squirt that out, gobble it up and tell us what you did wrong and will do better.”

“Oh dear,” my wife looked truly mortified. I felt it served her right. She used to put the kids in time out and make them tell us what they did wrong and what they will do better. It was always childish promises of good behavior – much like this dare was. They never kept them as I expected they wouldn’t this time.

They would just as long as it took for them to grow weary of humiliating their mother and stripping her of all dignity.

My wife grunted as she squatted on the ground. Her knees were wide, and her legs were spread. Paul was fascinated as he watched his mother push the squished-up hot dog bits out of her ass, and then drop the one that had been in her pussy. She swallowed the hot dog half that was in her mouth.

“What I did wrong was underestimate my son Allan. I did not think he was mature enough to handle the dares we were doing, and I constantly lectured him when I should have known he was simply patronizing me by making me repeat what he already knew. I should have had faith that he is a smart boy who knows now how the female body works.”

She only addressed Allan since this was Allan’s punishment for his mother.

“This was my first ever punishment of any kind since I was a teenager. It’s no excuse that I completely missed the point and failed the assignment. I did not anticipate having an orgasm in front of you, but I should have known I am a horny fuckface that would get turned on by having my nipples pulled while having all three of my holes filled with hot dog. When my son stopped touching my nipples, I selfishly played with my titties when I should have been maintaining the punching bag position.”

“What did you call it?” Paul asked.

My wife was still pushing out the last bits of hot dog- we were basically watching her poop hot dog out of her butt.

“That’s just what I call it in my head. You had me lean forward and stick my ass out, and lower my tits like a punching bag.”

“May I eat while I finish telling you what I will do better next time?” my wife asked Allan and nobody else. He grinned and smiled. She got down on her hands and knees and picked up bits of hot dog with just her teeth.

“What I will do better is stop underestimating Allan, trying to lecture my kids when they don’t want it, think of better punishments for myself that help reinforce good behavior, hold the position I am supposed to hold during dares and punishments and get used to eating stuff that’s been in my butt, I guess ... since I messed up the punishment, I would be willing to do another one if you like.”

Allan said he thought she did well.

“Mom, I’ve got a dare for you,” Paul said.

“Can we do it after my punishments? I’ve only got about an hour and a half before Benji arrives,” My wife wiped her sweat, pussy and the hot dog bits still clinging to her body on a paper towel as she prepared for her next punishment.

“it will just take a second. I dare you to assume the punching bag position in the center of the nearest room as soon as anyone dares you, and the only question you can ask is how long should you hold it.”

“When you say anyone, you mean you four?” Tracy asked for clarification.

“Dad can dare you too,” Paul said.

“Well, obviously he can,” my wife made it sound like I was an afterthought. “I suppose technically ANYONE can dare me. I don’t have to say yes. Well, Paul, are you ready for your dare to punish me?”

“Hit me with it,”

“I know you like my butt, and that is flattering. I wanted to give you an opportunity to punish me by using my fat ass against me,” Tracy patted her butt and made it jiggle. “My asshole is still a little sore from the nuggets and the hot dog, and my cunt is raw, so this will probably be a more effective punishment right now.”

“I want to dare you to punish me for underestimating you as well, and my behavior up until today, so that we can start even, by standing on my head and having you shove this funnel in my ass. Then I dare you to pour two full glasses of water in the funnel and make me wait until all of it is in my ass. Have me hold it for 5 minutes and allow me to squat over our Dutch oven to empty the water. That should be sufficiently humiliating and painful to leave a proper lesson.”

“No,” he said very bluntly.

Tracy seemed surprised, and everybody else did.

“I am kidding; that’s fucking awesome.”

Tracy hugged him. “I want you to know that I love you and that I am asking you to punish me because I trust you to do that. I do want it to be awesome for you, but I am going to ask you to make it hard on me and not feel guilty about it. I think the only way punishments can work is if there are no hard feelings at the end. That goes both ways. I don’t want you to think what you did made me sad, even if it does?”

He nodded his understanding.

My wife bent over and got a red funnel out of the sink. “Let me put some hand lotion on this,” she said. IT wasn’t designed to go into a butt hole.

“You should use spit whenever possible,” Lilith said.

“Nature’s Lube,” Megan crowed with a laugh as they watched.

“Sorry, good point,” Tracy spit on her hands and wiped it on her asshole. She extended her hands above her head and fell to the side like a diver and landed on her hands in front of the sink. She spread her legs more than shoulder-width apart so that her pussy and asshole were wide open.

“I know you don’t want lectures, but just one word of...” Tracy stopped because her kids started quacking.

Paul tried to push the funnel into his mother’s asshole, but there wasn’t enough give.

“You should use your fingers and get me loosened up first,” she said very quickly when there was silent.

“I can use my fingers?” he asked. He had never dared to ask if he could put his finger in his mom’s butt.