Chapter 2

Saccharine-sweetPeople who meet us and find out that she does dares that the kids give us often wonder how she can be an effective mother. If you can dare your mom to stick her finger in her butt, she might not make you take out the trash, right? Wrong.

She’ll take the dare, and be waiting bent over with that finger in the butt when Paul or Allan get back from emptying the garbage. I know it sounds crazy, but it works for her, and I’ve sometimes been amazed at how my wife is the glue that kind of makes this whole thing work.

It can be managed chaos with four kids, and Tracy rolls with it, and they generally listen to her when she told them to do something – she was their mother after all.

However, when you let your kids give, you dares it takes on an interesting dynamic because Tracy does put her foot down and just like me, her word is law in our house. However, just like our kids will complain, whine, negotiate, tantrum, and often ignore what we said and do it anyway.

They aren’t truant criminals out stealing cars, drinking vodka and shitting off the Golden Gate Bridge at night for kicks. I am talking about little everyday things like in this case going to the beach as a family.

The kids could try to dare their mom out of eating broccoli, doing their homework, or being placed on restriction but it didn’t work like that. Tracy only did dares to herself and not to them. They tried every sort of logical argument like “I dare you to SAY OUT LOUD that you PROMISE NOT TO MAKE ME EAT BROCOLLI!”

Tracy never fell for that. The only thing that made it difficult sometimes to get out the door was that the kids had some dares they wanted to give her before they started going about what she wore and what she did or said when she got there.

Paul was the first to speak when the arguments subsided and the realization that their mom was taking them to the beach for a day of fun set in. Paul was fine with it, but he wanted to add a dare. “Mom, I dare you to wear that little string bikini you wear in the pool to the beach today!”

My wife doesn’t wear a lot to the beach anyway, so this was hardly a dare to her. She sighed and asked “My black one or my purple one?”

They were both microkinis that left very little to the imagination. Paul wanted her to pick, and Tracy told him it was her dare and he had to choose for her. He insisted she try both on and she was more than happy to oblige. One thing my wife loved almost as much as taking off clothes was trying on OTHER clothes.

“I got a dare,” Allan had a dare as well.

“Of course you do, Allan. What is it?” my wife offered a side-wise grin. She loved completing dares but over summer break the boys could go a bit over board, and she’d end up never getting anything done. She was usually patient and heard out every dare as she was doing right now.

“You have to let me, and Paul bury you in the sand and build a sand castle around you!” Allan suggested.

“Are you going to bury me up to my neck in the sand, and then tickle my ribs until I piss myself again?” Tracy arched an eyebrow and chided her boys. She knew exactly where this dare was going. They did it to her the last time they went to the beach.

“Yes!” Allan and Paul admitted with tittering giggles.

“Do you think maybe you can tickle me someplace else?” my wife’s tone suggested that she’d accept the dare, but she was annoyed about it.

“On your butt?” Allan asked naively and blinked.

Tracy chuckled and laughed. “I meant could you think of a different place AT the beach you could tickle me like at the bathrooms so that I am not so far away from the toilet? You know I am ticklish!”

Her sons ran up and began tickling her ribs. They hugged her sides and thought nothing of the fact their heads were cradling their moms’ boobs on either side as she hugged them and at the same time pretended to fight them off and protect her ribs. She began laughing hysterically. “No! no! ahh! Ah-hah-ah-ha-hah!”

Lilith interrupted and said that if she had to go to the beach with her “lame family” that she’d like to go now so she could get over it.

Tracy was still recovering from a tickle attack and as she caught her breath suggested that Megan and Lilith go change and get ready.

“I was going to go just like this,” Lilith was in full goth shirt, dog collar and baggy black jeans. Lilith just wears that for attention and to seem edgy. I do not think the collar means anything to her like it would to someone who is into BDSM. It’s just a fashion accessory as far as I know.

“It’s the beach not a funeral, Lilith,” my wife snickered playfully and suggested Lilith be a little more open minded about wearing a skimpy bikini in public. “You have a pretty body you should show it off!””I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks, and I definitely don’t want some creepy mother fucker ogling me at the beach,” Lilith rolled her eyes.

“Hey mom, I got a dare for you,” Megan offered sweetly to change the subject. Megan used to give her mother just as many dares as her little brothers. Now she rarely gave her mom dares and usually it was to pile on to whatever Paul and Allan gave her. “Take a sock and shove it down Lilith’s throat so we can have some peace at the beach!”

Everyone laughed raucously except obviously Lilith. She fumed.

“Hey, I only do dares to myself, and if you want to laugh at somebody then laugh at me, Megan,” my wife had only had a light chuckle at Lilith’s expense and then sincerely apologized to Lilith for laughing.

“Okay, stuff a sock down your mouth at the beach,” Lilith said angrily as she narrowed her brows.

“Very funny, Lilith,” Tracy scoffed.

“What? You only do dares for your favorites, Paul and Allan?”

“You are all my favorites, and I love you equally, even if I don’t always love what you say and do, Lilith. You know I love dares, and you know you have always free to give me one, but remember I am free to say no.”

“Then I am giving you a dare, Mom,” Lilith wanted to prove a point, and perhaps expose her mom as a hypocrite or someone that played favorites. It was possible Lilith was just angry and thought if she made going to the beach unpleasant for her mom they wouldn’t have to go. “Take one of Paul’s dirty socks and stuff it ALL in your mouth until we leave the beach.”

Tracy frowned. My wife had plenty of things shoved in her mouth and down her throat in her life. She wasn’t worried about that. The dares the kids gave her were always light and playful, and this one seemed hateful in context. She would have probably laughed about it and done it if one of the others had dared her nicely.

“If you are really daring me, then okay, I accept. Are you really daring me?” Tracy wanted to give Lilith another chance. Lilith as the oldest was always the most independent and strongest-willed of the kids. She was reaching that age where she was challenging authority, and butting heads like the young monkeys do with the older monkeys in the wild (I am sure that’s mostly males though).

That was what was playing out now. Megan and the boys stood there silently neither of them taking sides or interrupting.

“I don’t know how many ways to say it, Mom. A dare is a dare, you are free to say no, take one of Paul’s dirty-knee-high socks, wad it up as tightly as you want, and stuff it in your mouth. I know you can choke it all down because of all the practice you get, but if not, it can hang out your mouth at the beach like a tongue,” Lilith wasn’t going to back down. What she wanted to hear was her mother refuse the dare so that she could claim that she played favorites and only did the dares the others gave her.

“If that’s your dare, but I am not going to be able to talk the entire time,” Tracy seemed reluctant for once. If she questioned a dare, it was often with a tone that suggested she was intrigued but unsure. This was different. She seemed like she didn’t believe that she’d be dared to do it.

It wasn’t the hardest dare that my wife had ever performed, but the context seemed mean-spirited, and Lilith hadn’t given her mother any dares since she was very little.

“Oh no! We won’t hear your blather about double rainbows, and never giving up and always doing your personal best!” Lilith mocked her mother. My wife is the eternal optimist, and she could be a little annoyingly saccharine sweet at times.

“Alright then, let’s go!” Tracy shrugged it off with a sigh and went to model her two smallest bikinis for her oldest son. He chose the black one. The bottoms forked two inches below where my wife’s ass crack began in the back to give you some idea of how skimpy they were. My wife brought out one of Paul’s socks and presented it to Lilith before inserting it into her mouth.

“Oh no, that won’t do. That is an ankle. I said a knee-high,” Lilith kept a straight face as she stared her mother down. Lilith had chosen a modest black bikini but kept her goth dog collar on. She didn’t plan to get her bikini wet today.

“Oh mom, wait,” Paul called after my wife as she walked sullenly back to his room to get a much longer sock. The kind of sock that would go from the tip of her son’s toe almost all the way to his knees. The kind that a boy his age could quite easily fit his entire penis in while it was covered in lotion and jerk off in.

Paul tried to stop my wife before she picked up his dirty red striped sock from the spot, he’d thrown it near his bed. It wasn’t too late. He could have told her what he did to that filthy sock at night and warned her that she should look for another sock. He surely had one just like it somewhere else.

Paul was afraid to tell his mom that he spunked in the sock nightly like a lover.

My wife is no stranger to cum, and she’s tasted thick, thin, even clear jizz. She definitely recognized the flavor once she began folding the sock and pushing it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and began to cram the sock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Tracy is an expert cock sucker, but even she could not completely swallow my son’s sock and close her mouth. The rest of her children had followed them into Paul’s bedroom and watched with fascination as my wife stood flat-footed in her son’s room in the microkini he had chosen for her to wear today and attempted to feed herself the entire length of a kid’s knee-high sock.

“That’s a lot of fabric,” Allan said in awe. Paul blushed. It was too late for him to come clean now and his mom already knew what she had accidentally put in her mouth anyway.

“C’mon Lilith, that’s an uncool dare,” Megan defended her mom.

“Mom was free to refuse. She accepted. She said I could dare her to do anything, and she prefers people laughing at her than at others. I guess I don’t have to worry about anyone laughing at me today,” Lilith said. She adjusted her boobs by lifting her bikini top and letting them drop and bounce a little in place. Lilith enjoyed doing that when she wore a bikini top.

“Then I dare you to take the sock out of your mouth, Mom,” Megan tried to give my wife an opportunity to stop the humiliating dare now. My wife shook her head no.

“No reverse dares, no double dares, no underwears,” Lilith repeated a fun little rhyme my wife frequently repeated when the kids were little. Reverse dares are to dare someone to stop them from completing a dare.

As an example, let’s say that Paul dared my wife to stand on her head for five minutes. She’s very limber and can-do cartwheels, hand stands and all that sort of thing. Allan might get jealous and dare his mom to stop doing it. That’s a no-no.

Just like a circus ride, once my wife was in motion she wasn’t going to stop and let on a new passenger. A reverse dare counter acted the first person’s dare. My wife wouldn’t cancel out someone else’s dare and start a new one.