Chapter 7

Allan and Paul showed enough restraint to stop when their mother begged. It was definitely crossing that line of goofy to sexually intense and I could tell Tracy was getting hot despite the fact it was her sons who were touching her.My wife righted herself and adjusted her body after all of the touching and rubbing. The cooling agent was itself causing tingles on her skin that made her twitch – but it was obvious that she was discombobulated from their tiny fingers exploring her most intimate body parts.

“Today, we did a few new dares and I needed sunblock because I agreed to be buried ass up, but forgot to put on sunblock,” she explained to me.

“At least North Baker beach is pretty remote,” I was looking on the bright side that it might not have been THAT humiliation since only a few dozen people might have seen her and most of them are nudists anyway.

“I went to Baker Beach because Lilith wanted to go someplace around other people,” she explained.

“You don’t have to consult me on what dares you will and won’t do, but may I know what else was introduced or were there were so many that it’s a free-for-all?” I asked skeptically. I tolerated my wife’s open-minded freakiness and at times really enjoyed it – but this had nothing to do with me and wasn’t for my pleasure at all. It was obvious to my wife that I didn’t approve.

I suspected that at this stage my wife had taken our children as lovers and that there were no boundaries or limits.

My wife was about to tell me all about what happened. I still didn’t have a clear picture at that point. Lilith interrupted her, called her a cunt and said one of them will dare her to do it and demonstrate because my wife couldn’t be trusted to give a complete and accurate answer.

My wife’s tits were becoming swollen, as if two orb-like penises were becoming engorged on her chest. That always happens when she gets turned on. It’s like two headlights coming on – you can’t miss her tits (The surgery she had to get them that perfect cost me enough). Her nipples were always very sensitive though – even before her breast augmentation.

I could see on her face that the cooling lotion was causing her to experience an intense reaction. I noticed her tremble and offer sexiest most vulnerable expressions.

“Paul and Allan, can you lock and load one?” my eldest daughter asked my sons. I didn’t understand the question, but I soon would. My boys told her they were empty.

“I’ll do this one,” Lilith told my wife she could stop her terrible job of applying lotion to her back. “Your too busy thinking about your dripping cunt, Fart Face! I dare you to bend over, jam your thumb in your ass, and let me fart in your face.”

“Absolutely,” my wife asked how long she had to keep the thumb up her ass. I’ve seen her put one finger in her butt in front of the kids before. That’s a pretty simple dare.

“Until you are told you can remove it,” Lilith turned around and wiggled her ass, cracked her knuckles as if she was winding up, and did two high steps. She was still in her black bikini and the faux-leather collar she wears almost all of the time.

“We need to show your father all the dares, May I...” my wife was cut off mid-sentence from asking a question – most likely about the fact that her daughter just told her she could be told to thumb her ass indefinitely.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell you to take it out of your stretched out ass when I am done, Whore! Stop whining,” Lilith was getting comfortable talking down to her mother. It sounded as if she meant what she said and if she had been talking to her this way all of her life.

It was grating my nerves to hear my wife spoken to that way by our kids. However, I wanted to see these new dares. I felt the verbal humiliation was performative art at best intended to shock me. The kids did seem to have but Tracy did not seem to enjoy it at all.

My wife bent forward, spread her legs wide, jammed her thumb up her ass, and bent her knees - fully exposing herself.

Lilith surprised everyone by pulling her bikini bottoms down far enough to reveal her entire crack. She told my wife to get her nose ‘right up to the chamber”.

Paul and Allan love low-brow humor like this. I call them fart-fanatics. I was aware of their curious habit of holding each other down and farting on each other. It wasn’t always on their face either. At times, I’ve seen Paul hold his brother down and fart on his belly.

I wouldn’t have been surprised by this if Paul and Allan had done it. They had been farting through their shorts and their mother had been a few inches away from their bottoms. She smelled it, and it was a very degrading act of submission to bend over to sniff someone’s farts. I would have shrugged this off as typical Tracy in those conditions.

Lilith instructed my wife to smile nice and wide and then farted in my wife’s teeth. Lilith laughed and smelled her own beefy fart. Even Paul and Allen were impressed, and they certainly enjoyed the new technique.

My daughter turned around to hold my wife’s chin to make eye contact. “I love you; you know that right?”

“Yes, I do, and I love you too! Thank you!” my wife smiled politely and looked pleased. I really thought this was part of the performance art. I assumed if Lilith was pretending to be vulgar and abrasive. It wasn’t a stretch for her to be vulgar and abrasive, but she wouldn’t have dared talk this way to even her siblings and especially not her mother. It made sense then that if Lilith was pretending to be scornful to her mother that my wife was pretending to be grateful to be talked to that way.

She wasn’t pretending though. She waited for permission from Lilith to pull the thumb out of her ass. Lilith took an extra few seconds to give it to Tracy just to make her wait.

Lilith pulled up her bikini bottoms and sat down like she was proud of herself. She didn’t seem humiliated at all to have shown her rather shapely butt to the rest of the family, or to have made her mother eat a fart.

“That’s not quite what I expected, but I have no problem with that,” I shrugged. The boys loved farts and my wife seemed to enjoy this sort of thing.

“I know!” Paul raised his hand as if asking permission to go next. “I dare you to take a Piss, Piss-Face!”

It seemed to me that Paul was intentionally trying to come up with degrading names for his mother that he definitely didn’t mean. Even the rest of his siblings seemed to be confused by the dare.

“He means that Lilith dared me to piss myself at the beach today, because I forget to relieve myself before they buried me.”

“You intentionally forget to empty that piss-filled cunt of yours, so you could have an excuse to make us unbury you after we buried you just to waste our time!” Lilith was clearly lying. That wasn’t like my wife at all.

Tracy gritted her teeth as if she were trying to remain silent. “That’s not what happened at all!”

“Bup-Bup-Bup” Lilith interrupted Tracy, and my wife stopped talking. “You don’t argue, you don’t defend yourself!”

“Yes, but...” Tracy tried to get in a word edge wise and Lilith shot her down again. My wife nodded and asked Paul “I don’t want to ruin our carpet. Where would you like me to pee, Paul?”

“I dare you to take a piss in a glass,” Paul said. My wife nodded, smiled at him politely and started to go to the kitchen to get one. “Too slow! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Let’s see those tits jiggle, come on!” he chided her for walking at a normal pace and my wife jogged with her tits bouncing to the kitchen.

According to the agreement, he could ridicule her, and this was certainly a degrading way to speak to his mother. I didn’t fully understand the terms at the time.

“How is being mean to your mother supposed to bring harmony to the household? Are you going to unify as cruel brats and gang up on your mom like this all the time?” I asked my kids while waiting for my wife to return. I genuinely didn’t understand the point of any of this, and I assumed neither did they.

“Lighten up, Dad. We are just goofing on Mom. I didn’t think it would be fun, but it is kind of fun,” Lilith chuckled and admitted she didn’t admit a word of what she said.

“What about you Megan? You’ve been sitting here quietly. Surely, you are not on board with this?” My sweet daughter Megan was a give-to-get-along type like me that didn’t enjoy conflict. I couldn’t imagine her participating in this sort of thing or considering it entertainment.

“I was against it at first, but after talking to the others I agreed that I was pretty much already trying to get along and be supportive and so as a compromise I agreed to call her Tracy. I can say the other things if I want too. I just haven’t wanted too. I might, I don’t know.”

“It seems absurd you would HAVE to agree to call your mom by her first name just to get along with your siblings. Are things really that hopeless amongst you four that the rest of you can’t stop arguing or support each other unless you get to mock your mother?

“You really don’t get it, Dad” Lilith tried to explain it to me again. I told her I already heard her explanation and I rejected it.

My wife came running back into the living room and presented herself before her son. “Will this do?”

Paul said it would. His brother and him watched in awe as their mother spread her legs, pulled her clit up with one finger, and held the glass under herself. She pissed warm, fresh urine until she filled the glass, and then she stopped.

“Is that enough, Paul or should I empty it and come back and finish going pee?” my wife was breathing heavily. Her heart was elevated but there was only a short walk from the kitchen. She was not only incredibly humiliated, but the cooling gel on her ass and pussy was still tingling.

“You dumb cow,” Megan spoke up. Everyone including my wife looked askew at her as if they were wondering if someone threw their voice. “You were dared to go PISS. You weren’t dared to piss half of your bladder. Go pour it out and keep refilling the glass until you’ve finished. Next time ask how big of a piss bucket you should get!”

“Oh. Okay,” my wife was stunned. She looked at Paul as if making sure it was okay. He was just as stunned. My wife put one hand under the glass and held it with the other. Then she walked briskly while Megan told her not to spill a drop on the carpet.

When Tracy left the room, everyone looked at Megan for an explanation for her sudden angry outburst.

“I am not angry at all. I love my mom, and you all love her too. This afternoon she explained to us not to see her dares as punishment -things she has to endure. The rest of us would if we had to do to them. My mom enjoys them – not because they are pleasant because she enjoys the challenge – the more difficult the dare, the more she enjoys it. I think Lilith figured it out before I did,” Megan said.

“Obviously,” Lilith said confidently, “but just so that I know you know, what was it?” Lilith’s blue-green eyes lit up with the same mischievous glint I saw in her mother’s eyes.

“This is not about being good to each other as a family. We SHOULD do that. I think we’ll have arguments and differences of opinions and I want us to work them out and not be at each other’s throats. We don’t need to be cruel to mom to do that – but what we are doing isn’t cruel. Does anyone feel guilty?”

The others said they did feel a little guilty. I hope they felt VERY guilty.