Chapter 5

As soon as Doug, Randy, and Janet sat down I felt this gnawing at the pit of my stomach. I probably should have written down what I planned to propose. What was I doing negotiating with them?

The looks on their faces suggested this seemed like a novelty to them – almost as if they were humoring me because they held all of the cards.

“I could go to your father,” I warned them. I could see that they didn’t think I would. I would have by now if that was a viable threat.

“This HAS to stay between us four, no other people,” I said. I looked at the four of them, and there was no reaction.

“You have seen me naked. You know about my toys, okay.”

That wasn’t a rule. It was just me stating a fact to acknowledge that it was out there and we had to accept it. If we were going to do this (whatever it was) I wanted all of my cards on the table.

I reached into the box and took out the handcuffs and keys. They weren’t as nice as Fred’s police issue handcuffs. I slid them over on the table. “You can’t keep stealing your dad’s cuffs.”

They seemed to approve of that. Randy took them and hid them.

“You can’t sneak in on me when your father is home though, and you can’t tie me up in the living room. He could come home unexpectedly and find me.”

“Then you’ll have to come to our room and play,” Janet replied. I didn’t understand. I was still laying out rules. I asked her what she meant. “You have to spend at least two hours in our room every day. If you don’t, we will come looking for you.”

“I can’t do it EVERY day,” I began.

“Then you’ll be a naughty girl, and we’ll have to tie you up,” Doug added.

Had they already decided this ahead of time? I felt like they must have. They all seemed in agreement without discussing it.

“Two hours in each of your rooms or total?”

“Come find us in Doug’s room, and if we want to play with you in my room we will. You should bring some of your toys.”

“What if your father is home all evening? He doesn’t go out every night!”

I couldn’t believe I was asking them. I was expecting them to have a plan and I had just brought this up.

“you’ll tell Dad that you are hanging out with us in our room. He will be happy to jerk it to porn on the computer and ignore you. Just don’t scream,” Randy explained.

“Are you going to tie me up every time?”

“Only if you don’t cooperate or we think it may be fun to play a game.”

I looked down. I had no more rules. I wanted to say something about only touching me, but I was afraid if I brought it up, they’d want more.

“What else is in the box?” Janet asked.

“Just some things my friend Angela lent me. Jensen says hi by the way,” I said.

“Jennifer finally became a boy? That’s so cool. Let’s see the box,” Janet said.

I was nervous. I hadn’t asked for the other things. I assumed I could use the strap on to fuck myself, but I was simply trying to be polite. “There is some rope in there for you that isn’t so course on my skin,” I said as I handed them the box.

My children became chittering magpies rooting through the assorted sex toys. They had no interest in the red cord. It was too posh and soft. They went straight for the strap-on. Janet smiled and smelled it as if trying to tell if I had worn it by the scent. “Do you and Angela use this on each other?”

“No,” I said.

“Then what? On the pool boy?” she asked.

“No, she was going to use it on her husband,” I looked down. I knew if I didn’t say something my daughter would keep asking. “These things are his, but he only had a passing interest in them,” I said.

“Ooh, look at this lovely collar,” they put it around my neck but didn’t lock it. There was a thin flexible rod with a leather tip, some gel beads on a string, and some assorted naughty oils and lotions.

“Go bring dad a beer, tell him you are going to play with us for a while in our room,” Doug said. He told me to bring the box of toys.

Janet added, “Tell him to take us to Olive Garden.”

The kids cheered. It was one of their favorite restaurants. We usually just ordered unlimited soups and breadsticks.

I brought my husband a beer. He was outside working on the lawn mower. It’s a piece of junk and for whatever reason he won’t just buy a new one. He spends more on parts trying to fix it or sharpen the blades than he would a new mower, but he won’t listen to me.

“This was unexpected,” he smiled. I kissed him on the cheek. “The kids and me are going to hang out in the room. They would like you to take us to Olive Garden.”

“They would, or you would?” he asked.

“I would,” I smiled.

“Okay then, just come get me when you are ready. I need to change the drive belt. I’ve changed the spark plugs, and there is a small oil leak, but the problem is the drive belt.”

“Sounds good, Fred,” I agreed with him. The problem was we need a new mower but this time I didn’t argue and just let him handle it. It would keep him busy. I was so nervous. I felt like a school girl sneaking out of my parent’s house on a Saturday night with older boys to go to a concert.

I took the box and tried to calmly walk into my son’s room. I also had the dildo from my shower. They told me to bring my toys. I found myself hustling down the hallway. They were waiting for me hanging out on the bed.

“Undress,” Doug said plainly. I hesitated for a moment, and Janet used a straw to fire a spitball she had wadded up at me.

I removed my shoes, top, and skirt and folded them.

“Do it sexier next time, you seem nervous, relax,” Randy told me. They didn’t comment on the fact that I had no panties or a bra. I wasn’t sure if that was the rule now. I waited to be told what to do. They told me to turn around, face the wall, stick my ass out, spread my legs and place my palms against the wall.

Randy and Doug searched me – thoroughly. They felt in my crack, around my pussy, under my tits.

“I think it would be fun if you waited in here like this for us, and if we are already here just undress and stand that way until we search you,” Doug said.

“Yes, okay,” I nodded. I was already aroused. What did they plan to do to me?

My daughter told me to squat in the center of the room. She stood in front of me and applied heavy lipstick to my mouth, and around my nipples. Then she squatted down and painted my pussy lips. The guys giggled while she came behind me. This time she applied eyeliner around my butthole to paint a dark circle. I was dripping wet already and I couldn’t stop shivering.

I wasn’t bound in any way. If Fred walked in and caught us there would be no excuse for exposing myself naked with my legs as far apart as we could.

“We’ll play Mother, may I,” she said. “Anytime you want to do anything from now on, I want you to ask one of us that way,”

I wanted to ask if she meant forever, or just for the next two hours of play-time. We had only just begun, and I was already dreading the humiliation I was going to endure.

I was suddenly aware of my hands and my arms flopping by my sides as I squatted deep. This was the first time they weren’t cuffed behind me. I placed them behind my body as if they were. Randy approached me and began playing with my nipples. I noticed Janet was looking out the window at her father in the yard. I hoped she wouldn’t open the curtain wide enough Fred would see me.

She placed my dildo down on the floor. “Okay, ask,” she said as she stood with her back to me.

“Mother, may I take two steps forward,” I asked.

“You may pinch your fat clit, and squat step two steps you forward!”

Randy and Doug giggled as I waddled forward while pinching my clit.

“Mother, may I take one step forward?” I asked.

“You may crawl like a dog one step forward, but you have to bark when you reach your destination!” she said.

I got down on all fours, stuck my tush out, wiggled my butt, and barked enthusiastically while I wiggled my ass. That brought a lot of laughs. She turned around and said that the game wasn’t fun if she couldn’t watch.

“She needs someone to compete against,” Randy grinned at Janet.

“Then strip and play the game,” she answered him spryly. Randy wasn’t about to do that.

“Mother may I crawl forward three steps,” I was close enough I could probably reach it.

“You may CRAB CRAWL three steps forward,” Doug said. I had made him do that when we first played the game, but he was wearing clothes. Crawling like a crab with my belly towards the ceiling naked was going to fully expose me. I was sure they had seen me wide open anyway. I did as instructed.

“I am the mom, this time,” Janet complained to Doug that he was interfering in her turn.

“We need to share,” Doug said.

I was learning from their disagreements that they were not as unified as I thought.

“Mother says crab crawl three steps backward,” My daughter commanded. I did as she told me. “Now stick one finger in your butt, and crawl on your knees over to this dildo.”

“Okay Janet,” I said.

“Wrong,” Janet used that horse crop. The rod wasn’t made of leather, but some other more modern material. The blunted end was leather, and it didn’t sting that bad. “You will say thank you, mother!”

“Thank you mother,” I groaned. She popped my butt and told me to smile. I didn’t enjoy slipping a finger up my ass, but it was more embarrassing than it was painful. I brightened with a fake smile. “Now, you see a dildo. What do you want to do?”

“Whatever you want, mother?”

“Good, be specific! Do you want to sit on the dildo or suck it? you must ask permission,” she smacked my bottom.

“Mother, may I suck my dildo?” I asked politely.

“You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” she asked. Her brothers chuckled.

“Yes Mother,” I replied.

“The dildo belongs to us now. It’s mother’s dildo,” she indicated she and her three brothers were collectively my mothers now. “Ask again, properly.”

“Mother, may I please suck your dildo?” I begged. I left one finger in my asshole and used the other hand to hold the dildo while I sucked on it. They let me do this for a while, marveling at how I lovingly gave it head. I would never do this for Fred – but he usually came right away anyway.

“Is that what you do for Daddy?”

I shook my head no. My daughter slapped my tits and told me to answer properly.

“No mommy, I do not,” I said as I released the dildo long enough to answer her before continuing. My saliva coated the toy. I had never lovingly given my toys a tongue bath before. I’ve tasted myself on it, but nothing like this. I felt disgusted with myself.

“What about the pool boy?”

“No mommy, I’ve never been with any pool boys, just your father since our marriage,” I assured her.

“That is going to change my little slut,” she assured me. I had slipped two fingers into my pussy. She spanked them away and told me I would have to ask for that from now on. “If you want to have sex with daddy, you also have to ask our permission.”

“Yes mommy,” I said. That wouldn’t be a problem, it had been years since Fred took care of my needs.

“Can you deep throat?” she asked.

I shook my head no and said “No Mommy”

“Try,” Doug told me to do it. He grabbed my hair and forced my head down on the dildo. I tried to accommodate him, but I nearly vomited. He let me go when I didn’t do very well.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be practicing daily until you can suck cock like a big girl, Peggy!” Janet said. She was really getting into her character. “Tonight, you will suck daddy’s cock like this and tell us how it went,” she said.

“Yes Mommy,” I groaned. Fred would probably fall asleep.

“Do you spit or swallow?” she asked. I gave head so infrequently that I had to think about it. I spit it out.

“You’ll be swallowing from now on. I want you to love the taste of cum!” she said. “Are you horny, Peggy?”

“Yes, mommy,” I was. My pussy was soaked.

“If you are a good girl then you may get to play with yourself for us later, would you like that?”

“Yes, mommy,” I answered. I hated saying yes mommy so often. It felt so wrong, so gross.

“Mother says put your dirty finger in your mouth and clean it,” Randy said. Janet gave him a dirty look for interrupting. Randy said it was his turn to boss me around.

“Do it,” Janet plopped on one of the bunk beds and let Randy take over. I pulled my butt out of my ass and sniffed it. That made them giggle. I put it in my mouth while trying to lick the dildo.

“How does that taste, Peggy?”

“Not good,” I was lying. It didn’t taste bad.

“You’ll learn to love it. Mother says squat over the dildo but don’t sit down. Just hover on the tip. Let’s see that huge disgusting beak you have over your gash,” he said. Randy was much more vulgar than Janet.