Chapter 6

That morning Fred gave me a peck on the lips. It’s funny because his cum was still on my lips when I awoke. I don’t think he noticed that when he kissed me. He did at least notice that I was naked and he jiggled my tits. I guess he thought that felt good to me. Then he kissed a nipple and got up to get ready to go to work. It was surprisingly the most ‘foreplay’ he’s done to/with me in months.

I slipped my finger out of my butthole. He hadn’t noticed I had it my ass the entire time he was fondling my boobs. I was supposed to keep it in the entire time I was in the bedroom, but I assumed not in front of Fred. My ass was so sore – not just my hole, but all the way around. This was such a freaky new situation for me. I knew I had better get used to it though.

“That rash is getting worse, Peggy!” Fred obviously assumed I was touching my butt because I had a rash.

“I’ll try some ointment,” I replied casually.

He looked at me and seemed intrigued. “You seem like you are glowing. Are you pregnant?”

How on earth would that have happened. We haven’t had sex for years. I blushed and told him that I wasn’t. He thanked me for the amazing blowjob and made an excuse about not going down on me because he was tired. I didn’t mind. I had completed my tasks.

I went into the bathroom and finished getting ready. I sucked on my dirty thumb and inserted the other into my ass. I was doing pretty good one-handed trying to get ready. The door opened and in walked Randy and Doug. I was completely naked. I was at least thankful I had my thumb in my butt. They noted that immediately.

“Good slut,” they patronized me like I was a dimwitted bimbo.

“You can’t be in here. Your dad is still home,” I whispered.

“Peggy doesn’t tell Mommy what to do. Mommy tells Peggy what to do,” Doug grabbed my nipple and twisted it. I didn’t slap his hand away, but I wanted to.

“Yes mother,” I replied through gritted teeth.

“Janet is keeping Dad busy. Now, time for your morning Keto,” Randy unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. The last time I saw it was when I caught him jerking off. He was hard already. He put his hand on my shoulder and indicated that I should kneel.

“Please don’t make me do this,” I blubbered.

“We aren’t making you, you are going to ask like a good slut! What do you say?”

“Mother, may I suck your dicks?”

“Good Peggy,” Doug pinched my nose and told me to use my one free hand to pull him off while I sucked Randy. He had a small, sealed jar with him that had KETO written in magic marker. It seemed like one of my ordinary leftover jars. “You aren’t going to swallow this time, piggy!” they told me.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I wrapped my lips around Randy’s dick. I was pushing my head up and down his cock just like I had his father the night before. There was no coming back after this – the boys truly thought I was their sex puppet. I had even asked to suck their cocks. I jerked Randy off slowly with my other hand and tried to control my breathing as I sucked on Randy’s pecker.

They pulled my hair and laughed at me. Randy spit on my nose. I tried to make him cum faster so that they would stop. They stepped on my bare feet, and when Randy finally came, he pulled out of my mouth and wiped his dick in my hair. I had just washed it with one hand!

“Spit, cunt!” Doug held the jar out. It was semi-transparent. There wasn’t much to spit, but I did. He spit in the jar and then expected me to take his cock in my mouth. I was so horny. I wanted to masturbate a little while I did this. It would have made it easier. Instead, I fingered my butt with my thumb and focused on pleasuring Doug. I used my other hand to play with Randy’s soft dick. He’s young and surprisingly he recovered quickly.

Doug grabbed my head and forced my face down on his dick, trying to choke me with it again by hitting my tonsils. I let him do it without resisting so that he could cum. When he finally did most of it flew down my throat. I spit up what I could into the keto jar.

“Good, you will keep this in the fridge and ask us how much you should add to your food at meals,” he said.

“In front of your father?” I exclaimed.

“In front of whoever, they don’t have to know what it is. It’s a special fat-burning recipe,” Doug said.

“Oh, please don’t make me do this? Mother, just let me swallow your cum?” I begged.

“Suck your stinky thumb clean, get your tits tied together, and then wrap it around that beastly clit,” he flicked my clit hood and it bounced up and down like rubber. They told me to wear only a t-shirt to breakfast. Then the two of them snuck back out of my room.

I put on a long dark t-shirt after securing my nipples and clit tightly. I went out in the kitchen.

“You sure like sleeping late,” Fred was talking with the kids and laughing. They were trying to keep him home.

“Sorry, I guess I am feeling lazy,” I had my jar of “keto” cum with me.

“What’s that?”

“That’s fat-burner!” Randy said that it was part of the Keto diet. I still hadn’t researched the Keto diet and had no idea what it was. I assumed Fred wouldn’t bother either.

“I hope you didn’t spend a lot of money on that crap! Most of it is bullshit,” Fred told me.

“It’s homemade! Mom can whip it up anytime she needs some,” Randy smiled. He mixed a little flour into it to make it thicker.

“Brewers yeast,” Fred suggested.

“What?” Randy said.

“There is some Brewer’s yeast in the pantry, it was supposed to help me with this beer belly,” Fred slapped his fat belly. “It didn’t, but I put it in the pantry. Peggy, show him where it is.”

He hadn’t touched that stuff for six years. It was probably bad by now. I found it for Randy. Randy shook a little of that into the mixture as well. It looked and smelled gross.

Randy went over and poured me some corn flakes and a little milk. I don’t like corn flakes. I buy it for the kids because it is healthy. “Here, put a spoon full on, Mom,” he said.

I looked at him with dread in my eyes. He smiled at me to remind me to seem cheerful and happy. I faked a smile and gave myself a dollop of the mixed-semen of my sons.

“How does it taste?” He asked me after I took a bite.

“Good,” I nodded. It was disgusting and I felt nauseous.

“You are supposed to say THEY’RE GREAT!” Fred stuck his thumb up like the Corn Flake’s mascot Tony the Tiger. The kids had big grins on their faces, and they stuck their thumbs up as well.

I stood there flat-footed and wondered if they really expected me to stick m thumb up my butt in front of my husband. I sat down and lifted my shirt in the back as I did. I reached behind myself and pumped my butthole with my thumb.

I could tell the kids approved. Fred was sitting across from me and other than the fact I had one hand under the table he could not tell what I was doing. I felt incredibly naughty getting away with this.

After Fred left, Janet approached and said that I was a good fuck pet now and that I looked all juiced up. She spit in my keto bowl. “I can’t shoot a load, or I would donate to your new diet,” she told me she would find a way to compensate. I felt it was more of a warning than anything else.

Janet told me to eat the cum in my food even when they were not home. “Pour half of this into your lunch today”

“Should I refrigerate it?” I asked.

“How do you ask when no one is around?” she twisted my nipples through my shirt. She was happy I had the ropes under it.

“Mother, may I put the cum in the fridge at work?”

“Yes, but there will be times I want you to let it dry and lick it out,” she giggled. “Now, about this shirt. Who picked this for you?” She looked at Randy and Doug with disdain.

“I did, Mommy,” I felt so dumb.

“You are a pig slut now, Peggy. I don’t want to have to pick your clothes for you, but if you can’t be a big girl and dress like a sexy slut, I’ll pick something you really won’t like being seen in. Would you like that?”

“No, Mommy,” I said.

“Take that off, Dad is gone anyway! You can try again! now, what do you ask us?”

I removed my shirt and their hands pulled on my nipples and clit. They yanked the twine off of my body and I screamed.

“May I dress like a slut today, Mommy?”

“Yes, I think you better!” they said. I thanked them and tried to find something I could get away with at work. Today I was working from home at least. They wanted me to wear something white and sheer. I angled the webcam to frame my face in Zoom meetings and played with my asshole all day. I thought that I would be crazy because I really need to play with myself.

I didn’t read any dirty stories while I worked. I didn’t want to get any hornier than I was.

I was so excited when the kids got home. I stripped and knelt for them. “You ready to play Mother May I?”

“Do I have any choice?” I asked playfully. I was excited to play even though I didn’t want to admit it.

They informed me that the old way of playing the game was boring. I wasn’t going to be in a competition to walk across the room. The new version of the game involved ME making up new rules. “The more amusing your suggestion to mother, the more like she will approve!”

“When we come home, Mother wants you to be ready to play. What are you going to ask?” Janet asked.

“Mother may I get naked?”

Doug used a crop on my tits and told me to do better.

“Mother may I strip and kneel at the door?”

“Very good, but you can do better,” Douglas slapped me across the nipples, and I let him do it. He indicated his shoes.

“Mother, may I strip and remove your shoes and kiss your feet before kneeling?”

“Good Peggy, now you are getting it,” Janet told me that Mother said I may lick their dirty feet clean while I thumb my ass.

“Thumbs are good when you have nothing else, where are your other toys, dirty girl? I bet you have more in your room!” Janet asked. “You’ve done well for your first day, but now it’s time for you to show us how you can be mommy’s good girl!”

I licked her toes and told her that I would bring them all of my toys. “Can I play with my pussy now, Mommy?”

Randy kicked my pussy from behind while I was behind over with his barefoot. “You horny girl, do you think Mother thinks you deserve that yet?”

“No Mommy,” I answered him. They laughed at me. When I finished, I asked, “Mommy, may I go get the toys for you.”

“No, you may crawl and get the toys, but keep the thumb up your ass and tell mommy what a stupid whore you are.”

I crawled and kept repeating I was a stupid whore that loved playing with myself. I hoped they would get the hint and show me a little mercy. I was so turned on that I was on the edge of having another whopper of an orgasm and I needed release.

They laughed when they saw my sex toy collection. There was nothing massive. The biggest was 8 inches and I had a few smaller discreet ones. They looked at me expectantly to ask permission.

“Mother, may I be tied up and suck on my toys?” I asked. I wanted to be tied up. It made me feel strangely protected. As if I was less of a participant in my own humiliation.

“Not yet, but you may pick out your favorite one to shove into your disgusting pooper, like a good ass clown!”

That hurt my feelings. I picked the smallest of my dildos – probably three inches long and not much larger than two fingers combined. I shoved it in my ass and thanked my “mommy” for letting me do it.

I found it hard to ASK to be degraded and humiliated, and I think that’s why they made me do it. They rejected me anytime I asked to masturbate. They wanted to hear me really talk dirty, and that was hard for me as well. I thought dirty thoughts but saying them to my kids was so hard (even though they wanted me to do it).

It took 10 minutes of being popped, slapped, and smacked all over my body before I truly understood that this is how the game would be played.

“Mother, will you tie me to a chair?” I begged.

“And what do you want mother to do with you when she has you tied up, Peggy?” Janet asked.

“Spank my tits?”

“You didn’t ask mother! And that’s not very creative, for a good slut, Peggy! You don’t’ want to bore Mommy!” Janet grabbed my nose and brought me into her room. Janet’s room is clean, and she has a writing desk.

“Now Mommy has to put you in a time out to let you think about all of the disgusting requests you COULD have made,” she said.