Chapter 8

We didn’t get to complete our conversation because we heard my wife racing down the hall on all fours. She wasn’t using her knees and had her butt up, legs apart and knees dragging the carpet. I pictured a half-cheetah woman racing towards us holding a sock in her mouth like tonight’s dinner for her cubs.

My wife was exhausted when she padded back into the family room where we were assembled. She was crawling as she had before and carrying a wet, red-striped knee-high sock in her teeth.

She looked nervous, but her blue-green eyes were twinkling, and she was smiling. She went straight for Megan who was sitting across the room. She crawled to her and dropped the sock at her feet, and looked up.

“Am I on the floor? Do You expect me to pick up what you dropped nasty little troll-doll! You took your sweet time completing that dare,” she stood up from the chair and looked down her nose at her mother.

“I am so sorry, Megan! I didn’t mean too,” my wife began to whimper and defend herself by explaining that she washed the sock thoroughly before bringing it back.

“you said you wouldn’t be defensive, and argumentative but every time I talk to you it’s excuses. Worst of all you failed to complete your dare! I dared you to bring back your pissy, cummy, sandy sock from today and rather than do that, you washed it so it would be easier for you to carry! Bad girl!”

I thought that Megan might actually swat her mother with a rolled-up magazine on her nose like a disobedient puppy. She might have if she had one handy. This role-play seemed totally unnecessary. I felt they were going to tease my wife; they could do it in a positive and funny way.

Megan made it seem like she was genuine talking down to her mother. “Are you waiting for an engraved invitation to complete your dare? Pick up the sock with your big mouth. I should dare you to go find the other one so you can stuff your mouth with it. Then we won’t have to hear you accept dares you have no intention of doing correctly!”

Tracy looked hurt by that comment.

“If you are going to promise to do dares then you need to do them right. Now, let’s see you hop up and shake those big balloons on your chest like the dumb bimbo you are!”

My wife happily complied and hopped up like her tits were two weightless balloons lifting her off the ground. The red sock hung out of her mouth, and between the great orbs on her chest. When she shook her tits for us it was like the wet sock was slapping the sides of her boobs.

“Not bad, you’ll get used to practicing that if I DECIDE to dare you to fetch something for me again.”

Tracy craned her neck forward and silently offered Megan the sock that hung between her teeth.

“Ick, gross! Why would you think I’d want to touch something that has been in your pussy? You fucked that scumbag Mike today after Dad went to work.”

“He must not have liked what the slut was offering because he left after five minutes,” Lilith joined in.

Tracy seemed about to cry. I felt some satisfaction that Mike had likely came early and left Tracy wanting. Tracy hates premature ejaculators. I wondered if my wife would want to snuggle tonight after being put through this ordeal at the hands of her misguided kids.

“Well, that sock isn’t going to stuff itself up your fat cunt!”

“I was waiting for you to tell me to do it,” my wife apologized to her daughter after being ridiculed. This was like upside down world to me. Megan had never in her life talked to her mother or anyone like this. I didn’t understand how my wife accepted this – dare or not.

I asked myself if my wife really believed that Megan felt these things about her and had been waiting for the permission of a dare to let her have it, or did she know Megan was teasing her because she mistakenly believed that my wife would want to live like this from now on.

This wasn’t a one-day and it’s done thing. They were talking about doing this from now on – or at least until the kids were at odds again and arguing. If I knew my kids that might not take too long.

Most of the kid’s dares didn’t last more than 5 minutes. That worked well in a house where my wife needed to check on the laundry or take care of some business on the computer. I decided to wait it out and see how things went.

I watched as my wife stuffed a wet sock completely into her pussy for the amusement of my sons and daughters. They goaded her on and told her to stop playing with herself when the material caught on her clit ring.

Even Allan who can be the nicest boy in the world seemed intent on trying to make his mother cry.

Tracy didn’t cry. She smiled though the hurled insults and continued to crouch low so that she was fully exposed while she stood in the center of the living room naked and completed a new dare. She’d still have to dance for us, but until they asked her humiliating questions and hurled degrading remarks at her.

“Are you regretting making that dare with us tonight, Cunt?” Megan asked. Lilith was the one who typically took the lead in making snide comments but unassuming Megan who usually sees the good in people only found fault in her mother tonight.

“Not at all, Megan. Why would you even ask that?” my wife was surprised she got to complete a sentence without someone yipping or bup-bup-bupping her to shut up while dismissing her answer as boring or a defensive argument. The kids were QUITE rude, and it was uncalled for.

“You thought you’d trick us, and we wouldn’t see right though your little game,” Megan implied THIS entire thing wasn’t a game on some level already. “You’d get us to agree to a dare to support one another, and then at most we’d call you Tracy and you’d get what you wanted without having to actually do any of that stuff?”

When my wife tried to deny it, Megan was ready to interrupt and shush her without listening to her response. It seemed hardly a reasonable way to understand each other’s positions. Megan probably felt she already knew what her mother was going to say, which is why Megan said “If you are going to deny you never expected us to call you names, ridicule you, and cut you off, then why do you get defensive, talk back, and argue? You made a dare. Did you think we’d let you out of it?”

“Not at all, is this something you really want to do?” My wife did seem confused by how hostile Megan was being. She as normally the most placid of the kids. Allan and Paul were laughing and pointing, and Lilith was shouting wise cracks that mostly criticized the shape of her mother’s pussy, how drippy it was, the way her tits were uneven, and various physical flaws.

Tracy could only respond to one at a time and Megan was the loudest and the only one asking questions Tracy could actually answer.

“Pshaw,” Megan ignored her mother’s question. “I am doing it aren’t I? You didn’t think I had it in me. Now the real question is this, and I want you to think hard,” she asked her siblings to be quiet for a minute. She was polite with them, and they shushed and let her be the one voice speaking to their mother in that moment.

“Engage your brain half as much as you engage with that juicy fat cum-sponge you call a cunt, and you might just be able to start lecturing US again, but until you do that’s not happening because the dare you made allows us to interrupt you anytime we like. We’ll do that when you get on one of your tiresome screeds about consent and body positivity or human sexuality that we’ve heard a thousand times.”

“That’s up to you, I can’t make you listen,” Tracy shrugged. She had almost rolled up the stock fold by fold and pushed it into her pussy. I could tell the act alone plus the intensity of being watched like this was making her vagina sore, wet and puffy.

“You can though! We got together and we decided that we’d give you ONE more chance. I am enjoying myself. I didn’t think I would, but I love being able to finally tell you to eat a dick if that’s what I want to say.”

“You always,’ -BUP- “could tell me” -BUP- “anything, and “-BUP- “if you were unhapp...” Tracy somehow managed to get that much out while Megan tried to interrupt her. She was trying to tell her daughter that she’s always open to feedback and she could say anything to her.

“This way I can SAY anything to you, and if you want to say something back, I can interrupt you. You can’t get mad about it. You can’t get defensive about what I say. You can’t lecture me, unless I allow it!”

“I am not mad at all, a little frustrated,” Tracy was able to say quickly.

“We’ll give you an easy out. You were ready to give up on the family dare this morning when we couldn’t work out some details and because we weren’t sure if we were ready to work together and be on each other’s team, and instead of busting each other’s balls, lift each other up.”

“I remember,” my wife offered a churlish grin.

“Duh, I am making a point. don’t interrupt again! I wish we put a stipulation in there that if you piss us off, we can send you to the corner or spank you!! Because you’ve tried every way you can to frustrate ME tonight.”

Megan paused seeming to offer a little silence to bait my wife into talking so that she could interrupt her while she did.

“We’re willing to let you out of this dare,” Lilith used the silence to make a point of her own and summarize what the offer was. Lilith was far more direct than her little sister. “It’s fun, and all but this is for good, or at least until my sister or brothers and I go back to choking each other and tripping each other up. You could be like this for six months, a year, longer even! You aren’t going to enjoy being talked to like this every night.”

“I don’t mind how you are talking to me, and if we had six months of you building up your brothers and sister instead of tearing them down, I’d consider that a pretty decent trade!” my wife was able to get out the entire sentence.

I didn’t realize that the girls were intentionally interrupting her at times but letting her talk at others. The only time they interrupted her was either when she was about to lecture them or say something they knew she was going to say anyway. They wanted ME to hear her say what she said.

“It’s a ludicrous bargain,” I spoke up. The girls gave me the evil eye. It was my house, and I was still in charge though and I wanted to speak – so I did. “I understand doing silly and even sexy dares around the house for their amusement. I’ve always tolerated that. I can understand you WOULD let our kids treat you like this if it meant they got along, but why should you have too? If they can behave and can get along, why can’t they without tearing YOU down?”

“Are you asking me? That sounds like a question for them,” my wife said.

The kids offered no reasonable explanation other than it was a lot of fun to let loose and tease their mom. Allan said “I can make fun of you if I don’t want to listen to you, or I can listen to you. Sounds good to me!”

Of course it did, so would Ice Cream for Dinner! But you can’t let a kid like Allan decide how to run your household.

“What’s next? Did you ever think about me? What happens when your little games impact me? I am already embarrassed you might stick your dirty thumb up your ass when I invite someone over – even after I warn them you are a nudist and a swinger! Now, I’ll have to explain why you take crap from the kids?”

In order to illustrate my point, my wife said she was done with her pussy and asked if she could start dancing the funky chicken and ‘pulling her boobies’. The kids GAVE her permission, and she began pinching and squeezing her tits by folding her arms across her chest like they were wings, and dancing in place without any music.