Chapter 12

“You see that your mother is losing it. She just snapped at you for doing a dare with her that she knew you weren’t prepared for!” I tried to stoke division amongst my family. It was for their own good.

“Mom was just freaking out,” Lilith seemed even more convinced that her mom’s ideas of family harmony through this perverted scheme of hers had more merit than ever. “We need to support her. She probably felt ganged up on! It’s been fun teasing mom but maybe we should take things a little slower? She was ready to quit.”

“We tried it slow at first,” Megan said. “I think any of us would have freaked out a long time ago if we were in mom’s shoes. I am sure she experienced some intense pain and humiliation. The ice in her butt was ice cold. I can’t even imagine what that was like. She had just had an orgasm in front of us and I think her head wasn’t clear! She got so excited about trying to do the next dare that she didn’t think it through.”

I nodded with the others. If they wanted to plan their strategies in front of me, I might as well record them on my phone to play for Tracy later and show her that her kids were plotting something.

“Mom is a giver and not a taker. She says that dares are gifts, but she doesn’t really believe that. She thinks HER dares are gifts. She is still trying to give us a gift when she gives us a dare. I think it was a combination of things that caused her to freak out. All I can say though is she wants us to get along and be a team. So that’s what we are going to do for her. We are going to gang up on her; we’re going to tease her. We’re going to let her enjoy giving us her sandals on the beach and not just passing the salt.”

The kids were obviously pretending to be concerned about their mom’s mental well-being because they knew I was listening. I was certain they’d tell each other their real plans later.

“Mom’s a little shell-shocked from what just happened. I totally get that you probably freaked out too when you saw her freak out. Paul, I know you probably don’t want to punish mom again after that – but the worst thing you can do is look like you feel guilty about what happened. She’ll think she MADE you feel guilty.”

“Wow, I never thought about that,” Paul said.

“That’s because you don’t have any empathy,” Lilith teased her brother. I was still recording so I could have proof that when their mom was out of the room, they insulted each other.

“Hah-hah, pretty funny. Empathy is not even a word,” Paul was clearly joking and in a good-natured way.

“Look guys, here she comes. I felt guilty last night when I was teasing her. When I realized she enjoyed it though I didn’t? If you ever feel weird about something, don’t do it and let’s all talk about it, okay?”

My wife came padding down the hall like she did the night before. “I am so sorry, again for my behavior. I am truly a dumb cunt. I do not ask for forgiveness, because I do not expect it until I’ve been fully punished for tonight as well as yesterday. If I need to lecture you on something, I will ask your consent to hear it from now on,” she vowed.

“Lilith, you’ve been a real pleasure these last two days, and I’ve been a dumb nuisance. I told you that I was a bad mother because I felt like I am setting a bad example, after my behavior just now do you think I am one?”

“If you quit being a stupid whore for us then yes, but you are back, so what are you going to dare me to do to you?”

“I dare you to go on a bike ride with me!” Tracy said. Lilith wasn’t amused. “Well, you will ride a bike. I will run and try to keep up. I dare you to punish me by choosing an outfit for me. As long as it is street legal, and I can run in it then I will follow you and tell you how much of a dumb cunt I am, what I did wrong and why I should listen and pay attention to details on what type of mustard you want on your sandwich.”

Lilith found that last part funny. “Accepted.”

“Great, I have some clothes in my room,” Tracy offered. This was a dare her mom used to give her years ago when Lilith still participated in those. My wife routinely jogs the block in something skimpy as a dare but usually the kids aren’t even with her.

“I am going to dress you. I’ve got just the thing you can borrow,” let’s go.

Lilith had her mother in heels, a glossy purple bra top, and a blue micro-mini skirt that was impossibly small. Lilith had a hidden cache of sex toys – nothing fancy. I am sure it was bought with my money as she had no job.

Tracy left the house with a black dildo sticking out of her cunt like a tail hanging out of the back of her skirt. We all watched as she tried to run in the painful looking heels. One of Tracy’s nipples popped out of the top as she tried to leave the house. I secretly snapped a picture of my wife with my phone.

Lilith goaded her mom and teased her for being a slow fat ass as she pedaled down our driveway. Tracy had to hold the dildo as she ran because it was so fat that it couldn’t fit all the way inside her.

“This is a big dildo,” Tracy observed with a smile. She had to speak loudly because Lilith was coasting in front of her. Her daughter would occasionally turn in circles or even do figure eights around her keeping around ten to twenty feet distance at all times from her mother.

“Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem for a fat cunt like yours,” Lilith said.

“I didn’t know you had sex toys,” Tracy was proud of her daughter. She was also intrigued that Lilith might be a size-queen like her. She wondered if it ran in her family.

“Rubber dicks don’t talk; they don’t ask to borrow money, and they only fuck your friends if you lend them out. You aren’t the only one who gets horny in the family, Dunce-cap!”

“I wasn’t implying you shouldn’t have it,” Tracy apologized.

“Good, because that’s not up to you! You get some say in what I do but look at you. You are a hot mess,” Lilith said. She may not realize how acidic her voice can be and how her words can melt people.

Tracy felt hurt, but she agreed with Lilith. A man who was trimming his hedges outside had overheard that conversation.

“How dare you talk to your mother like that?” he said.

Lilith couldn’t pass up a chance at a confrontation even though her mom wished to keep going. She didn’t want to offend people like this man or Gladys. Lilith definitely did not feel the same way.

“Who asked you?” Lilith was still in her hard-ass drill sergeant mode with her mother, and it was natural to sneer at the guy who just stuck his nose in her business.

“Not a snot-nose little girl in a dog collar, that’s who,” he said. His name was Art Johnson. He’s a former military guy and kind of an asshole. He’s got two big dogs that always bark at me when they see me. I knew him only because we are both members of the HOA.

Art sized up my wife. She has a great body, but only a prostitute would have worn that outfit in public. He hadn’t seen the black dildo that my wife was holding with her hand. She had it as far up her pussy as she could manage.

“What are you doing? Jogging or going to a Halloween party?” he asked.

“Jogging, Sir” my wife tried to be polite.

Lilith circled once and then came to a stop near the man. She looked at her mother when she stopped and commanded “Jog in place!”.

“Are you going to let her talk to you like this?” Art asked my wife.

My wife started jogging in place. She was dreading this encounter. She likes making strangers smile when they see her. Art wasn’t doing that. He seemed more like a male version of Gladys to her. This was truly a punishment to her because she was disrupting this gentleman’s evening.

“Yes, I dared my daughter to pick any outfit she wanted me to wear to give me an incentive to hurry as quickly as I could when we are jogging,” Tracy’s explanation was a slight variation on the truth that was technically true. She felt it was plausible enough that she could pretend that she agreed to wear something skimpy so she wouldn’t want to stop or take her time long enough for anyone to get a good look.

My wife’s nipple had popped out of her top. She adjusted the top to cover her nipple, but it was a futile gesture.

“Tell this gentleman the truth, Fat Ass, and kick those knees up higher. I am letting you run in place, show me some effort.”

“I am sorry,” my wife was breathing heavy but not exhausted. She lifted her knees as high as she could without revealing the dildo behind her skirt.

“I dared my daughter to punish me by picking out this outfit, and she is teasing me and making fun of me because we agreed to that. I appreciate your concern and I am very sorry to have interrupted your evening,” Tracy felt that the truth sounded far more implausible than the lie. She tried to excuse herself.

“I didn’t tell you to stop jogging in place. Any more questions, Sir?” my daughter asked Art.

“Yeah, I see you out here jogging all the time. Usually, something skimpy but never anything like this. That’s you being punished?”

“No, this is new. Sir, Those were dares I was given,” Tracy said politely as she hoped that would answer the man’s questions, although she suspected it would only create a few more. She hoped that his wife didn’t come out next.

“Who dares you to run around here like that?” Art asked.

“Mostly my two sons, but this is the skimpiest outfit I’ve ever worn out of the house,” my wife said.

“How come you never stop by and give me the time of day, when you are running? I always wave at you, or whistle or something.”

“Yeah, Slut! You like attention. You could model your outfit for him. Go ahead and show him. Spin around slowly while you jog in place,” Lilith teased my wife.

Tracy was embarrassed despite her extroverted nature. She wasn’t too worried about Art’s reaction now that he seemed interested in her outfit, but there were still others outside, cars, and people walking their dogs. She slowly spun and he saw her dildo.

“Wow, that’s some tailpipe,” Art was clearly impressed.

“Tie your shoes before you trip, Cunt,” Lilith demanded. They were outright teasing their mother without any regard for how humiliating talking down to her might seem to me!

Tracy almost reminded her that she was wearing two-inch heels and then realized Lilith was telling her to bend over. My wife bent over and touched her toes with one hand, and the other held the dildo. The man could see everything.

“That’s a pretty big dildo,” he was even more impressed when he realized how deep it probably went inside Tracy.

“Thanks, but it belongs to my daughter,” my wife blurted out.

“Mom!” Lilith protested.

“I am sorry Lilith, you said to be honest. You loaned me this so we could hurry. May I stand please?”

“Mom, I dare you that whenever you are jogging in the future, and you will be, you run by Mister...?”

“Johnson, Art Johnson,” he said.

“Mister Johnson’s house, and tie your shoes for a full minute, say hello to him, answer any questions he has and ask his opinion on what you are wearing.”

“Yes.,” Tracy agreed, stood up, and started jogging in place.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Lilith,” my wife answered. She asked Mr. Johnson what he thought of her outfit.

“I give it an 8 for tits, and 10 for pussy and ass. You’ve got some bruises on your lovely ass,” Art admired her body. He addressed Lilith. “Did you spank your mom too?”

“Yeah, but she just giggled, so we have to find other ways to punish her when she is naughty.”

“What did she do wrong?”

“How much time do you have?” she laughed.

“All Day!” Art offered to let the girls come inside.

“Sorry, my mom’s got a guy coming by in less than an hour to fuck her, but it was a pleasure meeting you. I am Lilith. This worn out old shit bag is Tracy.” My daughter gave him our address and smiled at him. She continued around the block making my wife run while she rode.

“How come you lied to that guy, Farty-Butt?”

“I hate offending people and I thought I was going to create a scene. I felt it was better to leave out that detail about being punished, but I did I dared you to pick an outfit and have me run in it”