Chapter 4

My wife craned her neck to the right and looked at Gladys standing there dumbfounded by what our eldest daughter just asked her to mom to do.

“Yes, of course I accept the dare, but when it melts will you unbury me, please?”

“No, I don’t think so mom,” Lilith grinned wickedly. It wasn’t her usual grim and dark wickedness. It was more like she was having fun with her mom. She walked over to her mom’s sand mound. Lilith was holding the vanilla ice cream cone over my wife’s head. “Look up,” she snapped her fingers.

Tracy looked up and raised her chin as instructed. Then just like taking a pie straight to the face, dropped a scoop of vanilla ice cream first splatting Tracy right on base of her pretty nose. Then she turned the cone upside down and mashed it down on her head.

“Well, I have never!” Gladys gasped. The uptight woman was incensed, to say the least.

“You haven’t? I have another cone if you want to dare my mom to let you smush it on her ass?” Lilith chuckled playfully. She was truly enjoying shocking the hell of the old woman.

“You are just as bad as your mother! I can’t believe you call that whore your mother! It’s disrespectful to mothers everywhere who actually raise their kids and provide a good example. You should only be allowed to address this harlot as what she is! A total slut and whore! This is NOT a mother! Shame, shame, shame on all of you heathens!” Gladys stormed off.

Her husband stood for a moment staring at Tracy’s predicament and her tush, before his wife yanked him by the hand and led him away from what she must have considered the spawn of Satan.

The boys and Megan were eating their ice cream cones.

“Wow, what crawled up her ass?” Lilith shrugged and made a duck lip face because Glady’s tirade had left her completely unphased. Lilith didn’t give one shit what an uptight woman from the Midwest thought about her or her family.

“Lilith, I am really good to see you in a playful mood, but I don’t like to do dares that upset people. I’d rather do one in front of a dirty old man that’s going to smile and have a laugh, than upset some bible-thumping woman that wants to burn me as a witch.”

Tracy didn’t like to upset people, and despite how sanctimonious Gladys had behaved, my wife took no pleasure in riling that woman up. I think everyone else in the family thought it was funny to watch the old bag huff and puff as she stormed off.

“Hey, you told me today, that doing a dare is a privilege for you, and you should be grateful to ME for giving you a fun dare to perform,” Lilith ran her finger across her mother’s forehead and licked up some ice cream before retrieving her own nearly melted cone from the box she brought them in.

“I did, and I appreciate it; that’s why I agreed right away to let you smash this sticky, gross ice cream in my hair. It smells terrible,” Tracy could already taste it as the vanilla ran down her nose and cheeks on to her lips.

“You also admitted that the biggest pleasure you get from doing dares is watching the person who gave them to you be amused! And I loved the shit out of freaking out that old lady. I heard her giving you guys a bunch of shit. I wasn’t going to let her berate you.”

“I’d rather she berates me, if it meant I wouldn’t upset her,” Tracy maintained. “I am glad you enjoy seeing me with food on my face. You see me like this all the time at home though. The pleasure I got from amusing you was cancelled out by the pleasure of pissing off that nice lady. She is probably going to lose a lot of sleep about it.”

It was true about dunking her head in food. One of the most common dares at home is pouring a bowl of cereal milk over Tracy’s head after the kids finish it.

“I thought you didn’t care what anyone thought?” Lilith was confused but she was listening.

“If that’s what you got from everything, I said today then I definitely need to work on my communication skills. I can’t change what people think. They are going to gossip and speculate about me. I can’t lose sleep over that. That doesn’t mean I want to hurt them.”

“If people can’t take a joke, then fuck them,” Lilith sat on her mother’s sandhill just above Tracy’s back.

Megan asked her mom if she still wanted that sunblock now that the Glady was gone. “Sorry, mom, I was just messing with you.”

“Thanks Megan, I knew you were just messing with me. My face and hair are a mess, but you could do my butt if you don’t mind. I’d be happy to do it myself if you guys will let me run to the little girl’s room. I still REALY have to pee!”

“Simple solution. I dare you to pee where you are,” Lilith shrugged as if that should have been obvious. The kids have never dared her to pee in front of them, although the boys have dared her to fart (once or twice) before and she has obliged.

“There are people around here, and I am going to get it all over my suit and the sock, Lilith!”

“You chose this beach. I asked you to go here but you could have said no. Yes, you are going to get it all over your suit, and I didn’t make you put that sock in your pussy. You CHOSE to do it,” Lilith reminded her mother of what she told her earlier. “Now, are you refusing a dare?”

“No, I am not, but would you please at least pull my suit to the side just for a minute and take the shock out?”

“With families out here? You’d be uncovered,” Clearly, Lilith was intentionally twisting her mother’s words, but she was doing it in a playful way.

“Could you at least stand in front of me so that people walking by won’t see a cascading river start flowing down this ant hill you buried me in?”

“We could, but you might hit us from a distance,” Lilith joked.

“You’d be like five feet away, just please, Lilith?”

“Can’t take that chance, mom,” Lilith was being facetious. She lined up with her brothers and sister and formed a human privacy wall. “Some extrovert you turned out to be.”

Tracy’s urine stream ran down the sand hill and as she relieved herself.

“Sounds like corn flakes!” Paul joked. Everyone laughed, even their mother.

“Would you be kind enough to apply some sunblock to my backside, now please?” Tracy asked her daughters politely.

“I’d rather not,” Megan made one of those faces you make when you get a paper cut. “You just pissed all over your thighs.”

Lilith nodded agreement with her sister.

“Oh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” Paul and Allan were happy to oblige and get messy. Tracy’s mind quickly recalled how rough they had been when they ‘tickled’ her bottom. She thought that the boys applying lotion to her butt might cross the line for her with the dares she would do for them and the ones she would not.

“Thanks Boys, but I’ll probably be fine,” she said.

Megan reminded Tracy that the sign in the sand said free tickles on her butt.

“This is about rubbing lotion, not tickling,” Tracy countered.

“Fine, I dare you to let Paul and Allan lotion up your butt,” Lilith made another dare.

Tracy hesitated and said that she’d rather not do a third-party dare. Lilith thought she was being silly. Her mother countered that she’d rather not do dares for people that they didn’t ask for. If that’s something they want to do, then they can ask. I can always say no.”

“If we ask you, then you’ll say no,” Allan suggested.

“Yeah, and if I do you would respect that decision and not do it anyway, even though I am helpless to stop you, right?” Traci asked. She wanted to teach the boys about consent.

“They agreed with her that they wouldn’t take advantage of her situation and do something to her that she didn’t want.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want it. I asked you if you would do something to my butt without my consent because you know my butt is a big bullseye right now and I have to trust you guys not to pull the back of my suit down, or stick things up my butt, or leave me here until high tide washes me away.”

“But you stick your finger up your butt all the time for us,” Allan pouted with confusion.

“I do because you dare me, we are at home where nobody else is going to be offended, and you think it’s funny. It’s just a butt, and it doesn’t hurt me. If I am naked anyway, then I don’t mind, and even if I have on clothes, I usually take them off and do it when you dare me. I don’t mind, as long as you never feel weird or bad about it.”

“Okay, so what If I dared you to let me put sunblock on your butt?”

“Here or at home?” Tracy asked.

“Why would I put it on you at home?” Paul was confused.

“I don’t know. We could be going to the pool or sunbathing. You are the one asking. I’ve always believed you can ask me any question but before I can give you an answer, I have to know what you are really asking me.”

Paul was processing in his mind what he probably thought would get him shot down if he just went ahead and asked. “I dare you to let me rub sunblock on your butt,” Paul said and quickly qualified his dare by saying here at the beach.

Allan was prompted to say he wanted to dare the same thing. Lilith made an “Ehnt” noise like they play on TV game shows when a contestant gives a wrong answer. “That’s a double dare!”

“Okay, Paul does one butt cheek, and I get the other,” Allan negotiated with his mom.

“I haven’t said yes yet, and your brother asked first so that’s up to him.”

Paul amended his request to spilt my wife’s booty right down the crack, and each takes a side of her butt.

“Are you guys going to leave my bottoms up, or take them down?”

“UP!” Paul said after looking at Allan and conferring silently.

“Then fine, I accept,” Tracy said.

“I’ve never seen this much negotiation over a worthless piece of real estate since the Louisiana Purchase,” Lilith made a wise crack.

Paul and Allan squirted way too much lotion all over their hands for my wife’s ass. They didn’t warm it up by lathering it around in their hands and just splashed it right on my wife’s ass. It looked like thick white semen or mayonnaise. She shivered as they slapped it down.

“I am already regretting this,” she watched helplessly as beach-goers nearby stared at her as two teenage boys worked frantically to rub and knead the lotion in her butt.

“You just have to rub it all over; you don’t actually have to push it through my skin into my digestive tract,”

The boys used their hands to thoroughly cover the two half-globes of my wife’s ass. Megan and Lilith laughed about how overboard the boys were going. The girls re-applied a little lotion to each other’s shoulders while they waited.

Paul lifted the thin strand of cloth between his mother’s ass cheeks with his finger and ran his finger up and down it to pull it out.

“Hey, I thought you said you weren’t going to pull down my bottoms.

“I am not,” Paul squirted some white coconut-scented lotion right on his mother’s stinker, and she flinched a little. The boys have seen that little round eye close up many times. My wife will let them take a really good long look at any part of her body. This was the first time one of them touched it.

Naturally, Paul wanted his half of the ass crack. They were like the Germans and French fighting a battle during WWII and their mother’s ass crack was the Maginot line.

They both got to touch not only Tracy’s asshole but also the base end of the tip of her pussy lips where the taint flesh connects her ass to the back of her pussy.

Tracy had reached a point where she was creaming herself because of the physical stimulation, her pussy being stuffed and the adrenalin rush of so many people watching. She was just thankful that the dozen or so nearby people were far enough away they couldn’t see up close. The boy’s backs were to the crowd.

“Are you still going to tell me you get your biggest joy from seeing these two little ass grabbers pinch your fart hole at the beach?” Lilith asked her mom playfully. She could see that Tracy who was very unflappable was now extremely uncomfortable and humiliated.

My sons wrapped up their rather extensive three-minute application of sunblock to their mother’s backside. They jiggled her butt, spread her cheeks, and generally tickled and stroked her ass but none of them dared actually stick a finger up their mom’s asshole even if they could see it.