Chapter 4

It wasn’t the first time I had to sleep in my own wet spot. It was a big one though. I was terrified of what had happened and couldn’t believe how intensely humiliating it was. My sons explored my body, and my daughter slapped my tits like I was a toy doll.

It was only a matter of time before it happened again if I didn’t put a stop to it. Fred barely pays attention to a word I say when he is awake, but what was I thinking admitting it to him? I couldn’t conceive of how badly the shit would have hit the fan if he caught the kids – if he caught us. I was a participant in this.

If I didn’t say anything to Fred before and he caught us – would he believe me that any of this wasn’t my fault? I waited until the cuffs went on to struggle. I told them I would be sleeping, left my door unlocked, and waited for it to happen – what was wrong with me?

I tweaked my nipples and played with myself while I replayed the events of tonight in my head over and over. It had felt chaotic and spontaneous, but I knew that my kids had planned this together. I was feeling small after-quake orgasms that shook my body in very mild and pleasant ways after the big one I had earlier. My butt tingled as the aftershock from the spanking warmed my body. I knew those were endorphins, but I didn’t expect them to be so pleasurable.

I went to sleep unsure of what to do about what had happened. I knew I was supposed to do something and a part of me wanted to just pretend it hadn’t happened. A darker part of me had enjoyed it and I really loathed the way it made me feel – guilty, ashamed, perverted.

In the morning, my husband saw the bruises on my butt. They weren’t red and rosy as they seemed the night before. They were orange and blotchy. “Do you have a rash?” he asked with a disgusted look of concern.

“Probably,” I told him as I looked down and got dressed for work.

That morning the kids got ready for school. I couldn’t even look at them. I didn’t glower or scowl as I had the previous times. They acted like nothing had happened between us and even kissed me goodbye on their way to the bus stop.

I wondered if my kids were just pretending to be nice to me now. I wondered if they really were ruthless little perverts or perhaps, they had pretended to be ruthless last night and were genuinely sweet kids that loved me. That is a horrifying question to ask yourself about your own kids. I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to my question.

I would need time to process what had happened. It was about a week between encounters with them. I sat down and had a cup of coffee after they left.

That evening after Dinner I was taking a shower. Fred and the kids were home, and it was like any normal evening where he gets on the computer and tunes me out. I reached for the latex dildo that I keep in the shower. It seemed innocuous enough that at first glance it might seem like a pink shower bottle. It has grips, veins, and a simulated mushroom-top style cock head. It also has a suction cup base so I can attach it to the wall or the bottom of the tub.

I’ve sat on this dildo more than I ever sat on my husband’s cock and that was long before the encounters with my kids. I looked down at my razor as the water cascaded over my body. My pubes were long overdue for trimming.

I knew that what I was considering was going to be seen as surrender and acceptance of what had happened between me and my kids the night before if/when they did it again. I could feel this ball of guilt and nervousness welling up inside of me as I considered it.

I told myself it might go better for me if I shaved because they would probably spank me if I didn’t. I had never shaved my pussy entirely bald before. I had seen pornographic images that made it seem like the norm but when I was a teenager it was something only loose women did because they were vulgar.

Many of the dirty stories I enjoyed reading involved women having to shave their pussies to make it easier to look inside of them. They also could not wear panties or bras. There were a lot of practical reasons for undergarments that made that seem a bit excessive.

My tits would bounce around like basketballs being dribbled by the Harlem Globetrotters if I didn’t wear a bra and tried to do more than walk at a slow pace. Panties were necessary to keep my outer garment from getting stained when I accidentally got horny. I still had my period although now that I was in my 40s it was much lighter.

I put the razor down. I’d consider shaving my pussy. I had some time. Fred was home tonight so there wasn’t a chance they would tease me. I let the warm water wash over me and inserted my dildo. I began to slowly fuck it into myself. I did something I normally do not do and touched my puckered anus. It felt strange and alien – naughty. I found myself imagining each of my sons and my daughter tapping my puckered sphincter just to see how I reacted while I was helpless.

I was pretty well lost in my fantasies, and I didn’t hear the door open. I gasped when the shower curtain was pulled back. I expected stone-faced Norman Bates to be standing there in black and white straight out of the movie Psycho.

Randy, Doug, and Janet were standing there with big smirks on their face.

“What are you doing here? You can’t be in here! Your father is home!” I gasped. I tried to hide my nudity with my hand, but I only managed to look silly as I clutched my boob and held the dildo pushed inside my vagina with my other hand. The steamy water beaded down my back. I was caught red-handed and I am sure I looked startled and afraid.

“We came to make sure you shaved your cunt for us!” Janet smiled.

“Don’t say that!” I kept my voice down. I didn’t know how I’d explain why I hadn’t screamed sooner to my husband if he caught us like this.

“You want to keep playing pretend, don’t you?” Doug asked. He didn’t sound naïve or immature when he asked the question.

“No, I don’t want to play anymore,” I insisted and told them to get out before Fred catches them.

“Then why are you playing with yourself in the shower? You want to get a spanking for being naughty?” Randy asked.

“I didn’t say anything when I caught you,” I told him. He turned red. I didn’t want him to be embarrassed. The others giggled.

“That’s a double punishment!” Janet said. “You ignored it when one of us broke the rules, and now you are in here getting off like a nasty little slut! We should drag you out by your nose just like you are and show you to Dad!”

They started to grab me. The floor was slippery! I slapped their hands away and begged them to stop. “Please, I am going to fall! Don’t do that!!”

“Then shave your hairy pussy!” Doug demanded.

“Okay, I will, alright?” I agreed. I didn’t want to tell them I was already considering it anyway.

“Completely,” Randy stuck his nose up in disgust. They told me to do it now while they watched.

“Please? I’ll do it, okay? I’ll show you after I am done. Just get out of here before Fred hears us!”

“Peggy, we are in charge now!” Randy told me. How dare he talk to me like that! I blubbered “Stop! I am your mom!”

“Not right now you aren’t, it’s make-believe and we can believe anything we want you to be!”

When they said things like that it felt so creepy. My mind went to the movie Children of the corn. “Except I am not playing! I’ll shave, okay? I promise!”

“Good, we’ll watch! Chop chop!!” Janet made imaginary scissor cuts with her fingers.

I turned off the shower water and told them I would. I wanted to take the dildo out. I didn’t want to masturbate in front of them. “I have to in order to shave,” I assured them.

“Nope, you were naughty! Sneaking around in the bathtub when you had an assignment to complete,” Randy insisted.

I sighed. I would do as they told me. They had already seen the dildo – there was no way I could hide it from them anyway. It wouldn’t be easy to shave while I had the dildo in. They wanted to see me try.

I angled myself so that I sat my butt in about two inches of water in the bottom of the tub. I stopped up the drain. I lathered up my razor and started to shave.

“I am going to need the clippers,” I realized.

“Dad’s clippers?” Janet grinned when she realized I’d be shaving my pubes with what he used to trim his beard and mustache. “I don’t have my own,” I said. I buzzed thick mattes of curly hair I’ve had for years to get rid of the bulk of my dark and curly pubes. I clumped the hair together so that it wouldn’t end up on the drain when I cleaned up after. Then I lathered up.

They watched as I let my legs hang open in the tub. I knew they could see my butthole as well. They had seen it last night. “It’s just a butthole. There is nothing special about it,” I tried to make it seem like it was no big deal and that I wasn’t humiliated – but I was. I was nervous too. They watching my every move.

“Shave with one hand, and use your other to move the dildo,” Douglas said.

“I need to concentrate, or I’ll cut myself, Doug,” I warned him. I was thankful he allowed me to leave the dildo where it was for now. “See? This is not that exciting. If you leave one at a time, your dad may not notice!”

They were insistent that I finish to their satisfaction. I asked for a fresh razor. There was something far more humiliating about my body than the oversized nipples that I haven’t thought about in years. I’d given it so little thought because I had let my pubes grow over it like a thorny briar bush.

When they saw my protruding clit, they gasped. I’d never seen my pussy bald since I was a little girl. I remembered my clit seemed big compared to other girls. My pubes came in early and when I fingered myself, I didn’t have any idea what it looked like.

Looking down I was horrified. Imagine a Pterodactyl’s hooked beak rising up after your vagina as it majestically soars skyward.

“Are you a man?” Doug’s immediate reaction was that I had male genitalia coming out of me. I couldn’t have been more embarrassed.

“Look at your little dicky,” Judith knelt down and pinched my clit hood, and pulled it up. “It looks like a Jumbo shrimp!”

“Stop, Janet,” I moved my hand as if to slap hers away.

She slapped my clit and told me never to raise my hand to her again. The sensation was excruciating – all the nerve endings that had been hidden under my hair were now exposed. I still had some stubble to eradicate but my clit was fully exposed. She tugged it several times to see how far she could jerk it.

Doug and Robby wanted a try. I could feel my pussy convulse around the dildo inside of me while they each took a turn.

“Does yours look like that?” Doug asked Janet. I had been wondering if they experimented on each other the way they experimented on me.