Chapter 7

A week went by and every day we played “Mother May I” for hours, sometimes when Fred was home but mostly when he wasn’t. The cum jar was almost always empty because my kids fed me almost all of it every meal.

The first time I went down on Janet, she seemed mortified. I asked her if I could do it and asked permission to pull down her jeans. She had brown, curly pubic hairs and a sweet, almost tasteless little pussy. My daughter stared daggers at the guys for watching but eventually, she let me get between her legs and pleasure her.

She didn’t take off her shirt, even though I asked a few times if I could lick her boobs. My sons could cum two or three times a day. They never came in my pussy though. I was only given fleeting moments of penetration with dildos, fingers, and cocks in my dripping cunt.

My sons both fucked my ass regularly. I could reach mild orgasms taking it up the butt even when it was sore and I enjoyed it – I loved being dirty. I hated myself for loving the degrading treatment so much and didn’t fully understand why I got off on the games of Mother May I.

I was naked every day when they got home and eager to play more of the game. I researched dirty things they could do to me, or I could do for them on the Internet – even making suggestions.

My kids tied me up, whipped me, slapped me, and even stuck push-pins in my tits once. That really hurt. My pain and discomfort only amused them. They made a game of it. They would say “Mother May I slap you?” and naturally I would agree to it every time.

They never seemed to feel sorry for me and frankly, I didn’t mind it. I admitted that I played with myself the day before. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. Janet pushed her entire fist in my pussy as punishment and I thought she was going to pull me inside out. They tied me up really tightly, pinched, poked and smacked me for a better part of an hour.

In the morning, I got so hungry for cock, that I asked during breakfast “Doug, may I go to the bathroom?”

I was desperate to suck my own son’s dick! This game may have been unpleasant but I was constantly horny and turned on by the excitement and taboo of it all. We were playing it right under their father’s nose and my husband was clueless.

Their father was there, and everyone looked up at me with confusion. I was wearing a skimpy white t-shirt with no bra.

“Didn’t you say that I could only go to the bathroom on Keto at certain times during the second week?” I asked. He hadn’t said that. I just wanted to find an excuse to take my son into the bathroom and suck his cock.

“Yes, you can go,” Doug seemed confused by why I had asked permission just then. I was trying to be subtle and get him to accompany me so that I could put his dick in my mouth and swallow his hot cum.

“Do you want to see how much weight I lost?” I asked enthusiastically as I took my keto jar from the fridge. “I’ll mix up a little more from the medicine cabinet. You can help me measure it!”

“Don’t forget to add Brewer’s Yeast!” Fred gave us his blessing. I thanked him and poured a spoonful of the disgusting stuff, along with some flour into the mix. It made it more of a cum-gravy paste.

Doug was really happy to follow me into the bathroom. “Mommy, may I suck your cock?” I asked his permission as soon as I shut the door and began to strip.

“Yes, you may but don’t strip. If you spill mommy’s jizz on your shirt, you’ll wear it today,” Doug laughed.

I had been getting away with appearing on Zoom meetings with my face closely framed in the camera. However, I’d soon have to go to the office for a day and I was dreading what the kids might permit to wear. Even though I was the one asking, it was always up to them.

Fred was none the wiser, and from that point on I started asking permission to use the bathroom from Randy and Doug. I was leaving out Janet because she couldn’t spooge and I could get them off quickly before school. She needed a lot longer to get off on my tongue.

I had pretty much given up on panties and bras, and I was constantly horny. On Friday, when the kids came home from school, I crawled over to them enthusiastically. I was already naked

“Mommy, will you use the strap-on to fuck my pussy?” I begged. I had forgotten about the toy until today.

“Finally, Mommy thought you would never ask,” Janet wagged her finger in my face “Mommy will fuck your dirty, filthy poop-tube, but not your hungry, fat cunt! We need you horny!”

I crawled behind them as they walked to their room. I thanked them for their generosity like a fiendish sex-addict. I began to take my daughter’s jeans off. She sighed and said I could remove her shirt as well.

Janet kept her bra on. She had small a-cup boobs, but I could tell that her nipples were puffy and extended much like my own. The boys asked her to take it all the way off and she shot them a bird. She turned around and began to attach the strap on to her pussy.

“Mommy, may I lick your asshole?” I asked. It was the first time I asked to do that. She told me to pull her cheeks apart, like she was doing me a favor. Janet’s asshole tasted good – like a slice of Kraft American cheese.

“Tonight, I want you to lick Dad’s asshole the same way,” Janet said.

“I don’t think your father would like that, Mommy,” I said.

Janet turned and slapped my face. She stuck the dildo she was wearing in my mouth. It was curved up and had ridges on it. She pushed it all the way down my throat until I gagged. Spit and puke ran down my tits as she pushed my head further down on it. It was the first time I was truly throat fucked. I would be hoarse for three days after that because I strained my throat muscles.

“That’s how you fuck someone’s face,” she told her brothers. Doug and Randy were impressed and horrified at how brutally my daughter fucked my face over the course of about eight minutes. After she was finished, they allowed me to wipe it off, but they wanted all of it in my Keto jar. I would probably wretch again the second time I ate it.

Janet ordered me up on her desk on my hands and knees. I lowered my body so that she could stick the dildo in my ass and fuck me from behind.

“Mommy, can I suck your cocks?” I greedily asked my sons to join in. Randy fed his dick into my face and Doug let me jerk him off with one free hand while I used the other to stabilize myself.

Randy popped first in my mouth, and I let his cum drip down my chin before sucking it back up. “May I spit your jizz into my jar so I can gobble it all up later, Mommy?”

“Yes, Piggy,” Randy held up the jar and spit into it before he let me spit in it.

Doug fed me his cock and tried to face fuck me. He couldn’t make me puke. He cut off my air supply while pinching my nose though and kept slamming me down so that my tits scraped the desk. “Thank you, Mommy!”

All the while, his sister was fucking my ass. She was really enjoying it. That’s when we heard the doorbell.

“Ooh, which could be Amazon! Did you order a new toy for Mommy without permission?” they asked. I assured them I hadn’t.

“Mommy, can I crawl to the door and answer naked?” I asked. We seldom got visitors and I was worried it might be a neighbor who heard me yelping or something.

“Good Piggy, let’s go,” they said. I crawled to the door as quickly as I could. The kids could see out the window and I asked them who it was. “Mommy will never tell!”

I knew it was probably an Amazon driver or else they would have warned me to put my clothes on. I stood up and answered the door completely naked.

It was my best friend’s son Jensen.

“Oh my god, you finally did it, you transitioned to a man?” Janet hugged her friend at the door. My daughter was naked from the waist down except for her bra. She would have probably hung back if it was the Amazon driver.

“Why are you and your mom naked?” Jensen accepted the hug. It’s been a little while since the kids saw each other but they all liked Jensen and he liked them.

“Ask her,” Doug snickered. I was blushing so much and so mortified that I didn’t know what to say.

“My kids are helping me with a new Keto diet. I was just exercising and.” I had no excuse. I probably looked terrified as I stood there sweating and panting.

“Bullshit,” Jensen laughed and asked what the real story was.

“Stop lying, you naughty girl,” Randy reached over and smacked my tit.

“We are playing Mother May I,” Janet explained. The look on Jensen’s face suggested he believed them but had no idea what they were talking about.

“It’s a game. Peggy has to ask permission for everything. Don’t you slut?”

“Yes Mommy,” I groaned. Jensen giggled. I begged him not to tell her mother.

“I don’t think she’d believe me. Is this why you borrowed those anal beads and the strap-on?”

“Anal beads?” Randy asked enthusiastically. I didn’t know what they were either and Jensen didn’t explain.

“Yeah, your mom came over and borrowed some sex toys. I didn’t know it was to play with you guys though. This is really twisted.”

“Do you want to play?”

“Can I?” Jensen asked me.

“If it’s okay with my kids, then yes,” I explained. My kids wanted me to tell Jensen the rules of the game. “I need permission to do anything. I have to ask permission and if you want me to do it you can tell me I have permission. If you don’t like how I asked or want me to do it, you can tell me what I can do.”

“It’s easier if you watch,” Doug said.

“Mommy, may I crawl back to your room?” I asked politely. Jensen laughed at how silly I sounded. The others were used to it.

“No cunt, spread your legs, bend your knees until you get as low as you can go, and then leap up and hop like a frog back to our room!”

“Ribbit!” I did as I was told. It wasn’t the first time they told me to frog jump. Jensen thought it was hilarious.

“Does your husband know about this?” Jensen asked.

“Ribbit!” I leaped up and told her he didn’t and begged for him not to tell anyone.

“Mom is cool! She’ll love this!”

I knew Angela pretty well, and she did have a slightly more adventurous side than me. I didn’t think she’d approve of me fucking my kids and humiliating myself for them.

I hopped halfway to their room, before they got bored. Janet told me to waddle like a duck and flap my wings the rest of the way.

Once in the room, Jensen admired the strap on and the ropes. He recognized some of the toys. “Why isn’t she wearing this collar?” he asked. None of the kids knew, and Jensen asked me if she could put it on me. I nodded. She slid the black faux-leather collar around my neck, and tightened it. It had a simple clasp on the back.

“What are anal beads?” Randy asked.

Jensen grinned because he knew something that Randy didn’t. Jensen picked up a long strand of clear purple beads that had been in my toy box. I had no idea what they were for either. Jensen pushed them straight up my butt. The smallest one entered first and I felt a “ploop” sensation as my anus puckered and accepted it. Then the next one, and so on until she had the largest bead in my ass. It was at least three inches around at the base.

Jensen put one hand on my butt cheek and pulled the beads out quickly like Fred trying to start the lawn mower with a pull cord. The beads forced my anus open slightly to allow it to exit and then the bead right behind it did the same thing.

Everyone laughed. I blushed, and even though it hurt, it felt good.

“Mommy, will you do it again?” I asked. There was more laughter. Randy was first to try. He pulled them out slowly – savoring how my anus opened like a tiny mouth to spit each one out and allow the next to pass through as well.