Chapter 8: Bored

“Training?” Fred asked for an explanation of what Jensen meant.

“Oh yes, I am a certified Keto green belt. My mom is a black belt! Keto isn’t just about diet! It’s about a whole new attitude, and fitness, and flexibility!”

My jaw drop opened.

“Oh really?” Fred asked. He looked at me, and I nodded in agreement. My pussy was tingling. It was fun to lie to Fred about silly things, but this was scaring me, and butterflies were trying to exit my stomach and fly straight out of my ass.

“That’s why Peggy is wearing just a shirt! She got really sweaty today! Why don’t you go have a big glass of Keto-Recharge!”

“Uh, thank you,” I stuttered. I went to the fridge and poured myself a glass of piss from the pitcher.

“I see how this works. You sell us the Keto for cheap, and then suddenly there is an energy drink that costs a lot?”

“Super inexpensive! Less than Gatorade,” Jensen promised him.

“How much did you pay for this Peggy?” he asked me while I took a drink of the combined piss of my sons.

“It was free! These are samples. A month’s supply!” Jensen explained. Fred like free stuff.

“As long as I am not going to get one of those automatically shipped if you don’t cancel by a certain date, then that’s fine. I can’t really argue with the results. Look at your legs!” Fred even whistled at me.

“After dinner, maybe you can put on your work outfit and show Fred some of your training moves? After all, when I am gone, your kids are going to have to really help you feel the burn!” Jensen grinned at me.

“That would be nice,” I smiled politely. Janet, Randy, and Doug were trying to stifle their own laughter when they saw how nervous I seemed.

Fred was ready for dinner. He sat at the table, and we all sat down with him. It was strange sitting on the anal beads. They were packed tightly up my ass.

“So, Jennifer,” Fred addressed my best friend’s son.

“It’s Jensen now,” he corrected.

“Do you date boys, or do you date girls?” Fred asked.

Jensen grinned. “I haven’t figured that out yet. I like girls and guys,” he said.

“That broadens the dating pool,” Fred laughed. “In my day, we never had kids like you.”

“Oh, you did. They were just too afraid to come out and be who they are,” Jensen reached under the table and fingered my beads. He pulled them out a little and pushed them back in. “We all have our dirty little secrets we keep hidden because we are afraid of our family finding out.”

“Your Mom and Dad are cool with your decision?” Fred asked.

“My mom is my biggest advocate. My dad thinks it is a phase,” Jensen admitted.

“What bathroom do you use?” Fred asked. He didn’t wait for an answer though. He saw I was eating a raw hot dog. “What the hell are you eating, Peggy?”

“That’s Keto! Did you put your sauce on it, Mrs. Cooper?” Jensen asked me politely.

“No, sorry!”

“Okay, I am really going to take that out of your butt tonight in your post-dinner workout! Go get a spoonful and dip the dog in it!”

I did as I was instructed and thanked him. I discreetly pulled my shirt down as far as I could and walked slowly to the fridge. The result of pulling the shirt down was it made my nipples even more pronounced through the front.

“Keto is mostly protein,” Jensen explained.

“You are going to tell me that I can lose weight by eating a god-damned hot dog?” Fred didn’t buy it. I knew he wouldn’t research Keto, but knew Hot Dogs were some of the least healthy things you can eat.

“That’s a raw dog, and it’s been treated with Keto. You probably wouldn’t enjoy the taste, but give him a bite, Peggy”

“Oh, I don’t think that would be a good idea,” I said as I took care not to bend over too deeply to retrieve my jar.

“Just a bite, he may enjoy it, he may not,” Jensen was daring me. The other kids were silent but grinning.

“Don’t be stingy with it, Peggy! God-damned, let me have a bite,” Fred opened his mouth wide.

“Go on and dip it right into that keto sauce and let him take a bite,” Jensen insisted.

It was hard for me to keep a straight face. I didn’t want to do this to Fred. I approached him with the hot dog, and he opened his mouth for me to feed it to him. He took a massive bite of the hot dog. It had been in my pussy, and it was covered in the cum and other bodily fluids.

“That Keto tastes like ASS! Hot tuna fish, and mayonnaise! I can taste that fucking brewer’s yeast too! Peggy, how do you eat that shit?”

“It’s an acquired taste,” I said it took me a while to work up to it. It was super hard not to laugh. Fred spit most of it out into his napkin but I was sure he swallowed quite a bit.

Jensen told me to get a few more hot dogs and eat those as well. I smiled at her and thanked her. During dinner, I usually asked Randy or Doug if I could go to the bathroom so I could suck their cocks. “Randy, do you mind coming with me to the bathroom to mix up more Keto? You know the right mixture.”

“I don’t mind going with you Mrs. Cooper,” Jensen volunteered.

“Why don’t you just bring the damn powder out here and mix it, instead of keeping it in the bathroom?” Fred asked.

“It’s important I weigh myself, Fred.”

“Yes, she needs to know her EXACT body weight to have the optimal dosage when she mixes it up,” Jensen said. That was obvious bullshit but somehow Fred bought it.

When we got to the bedroom, she pulled my anal beads out of my ass and stuffed them in my mouth. “Oh god, you HAVE to come to my house and do this in front of my parents.”

“Your mom is not as dumb as Fred. She’d probably look up Keto on Google and immediately know I am lying,” I said.

“Oh, Mom would be in on the joke, but Dad wouldn’t. I am cracking up,” she said. I admitted to her that I usually use this time to suck my son’s cocks because I won’t get a chance before bedtime.

“You really do like sucking dicks. I should bring my brother over here,” Jensen giggled.

“Please don’t involve anyone else, Jensen,” I said.

“We’re alone; call me Mommy! The way I see it, you don’t have any choice. If you don’t want those pictures everywhere. Now take that off. I need to find some workout clothes for you to wear out there.”

Jensen looked around my room for a skimpy bikini. I didn’t have one. Jensen told me that he would bring me one tomorrow. I wasn’t sure I wanted Jensen to take over things from my kids. She settled on a tiny tank top that I wore as an undershirt and some shorts that were WAY too small for me.

“I am supposed to be LOSING weight,” I said.

“Trust me, you look great, Peggy! Now put this on,” she handed them to me. She was ready to return to the living room after I finished modeling the skimpy outfit. “May I eat your pussy again, Mommy?”

“Oh, aren’t you sweet! I should just ask to borrow you,” he giggled and touched my nose. “No, slut. Just follow my instructions,” he said.

“Okay, you know the routine Peggy! After dinner post-work-out!!” He said. She feigned surprise and looked at me. “Your kids HAVE been reminding you to do the post dinner work out, right?”

I knew what Jensen was getting at. “Shame on you naughty kids! Janet, I thought you’d be a real harsh task master! What did I tell you?” Jensen asked.

Janet shrugged.

“Mom insists that I take something away when she doesn’t feel like doing her exercises or forgets. It’s just a little incentive that no pain, no gain!” Jensen added, “I know you started making Peggy sit in the back seat, but you guys don’t go many places!”

Fred chuckled. “Your mom lets you PUNISH her?”

“Punish is a strong word. Mom agreed to it. She has to stand in place at the table during dinner until she remembers her post-workout routine.”

“I’d like to see Angela’s lazy ass do that!”

“You are welcome to come over anytime for dinner. All you have to do is ask my mom,” Jensen said. I was hoping Fred wouldn’t take Jensen up on that offer. He doesn’t like Angela’s husband though. They don’t agree on the same football team or something.

“Eat with somebody who kisses Tom Brady’s taint? Fuck the Patriots and fuck the Buccaneers,” Fred dismissed it.

“I agree, I am more of a Colts fan myself,” Jensen said. That was more than a lucky guess. Fred has Colts memorabilia strewn all over the dining room and living room area. Fred smiled and agreed with him.

“Now guys, if you want to get on board with Keto then you need to embrace it. I know your mom can be intimidating. Peggy, are you willing to stand during dinner until you learn your post-dinner routine flawlessly?”

Fred looked skeptical. I thought about saying no, just because we were really on thin ice. I never thought he’d buy it. “Peggy’s going to take the pills or the drinks for a few weeks and give lip service to this thing. She’s never going to do it full time, and I doubt your mom is either, Jennifer.”

The kids were nervously giggling.

“No, I want to do it the right way, may I?” I asked my husband.

“That’s the only way to do anything, but in three weeks when you want to sit your butt down at the table don’t tell me I didn’t tell you so,” he said.

“What else do I have to do?” I asked.

“Mom, you probably want to stick with the basic program first,” Doug said. I thought he was suggesting that I was a little too eager. “In the advanced program, you have to march in place at every meal and swing your arms from side to side.”

“How is she supposed to eat?” Fred was incredulous.

“That’s why she eats hot dogs and other finger foods. She picks it up and puts it in her mouth, and then swings her arms side to side.”

“Hot dogs at every meal?” Fred asked. I was starting to get nervous.

“The protein in the keto is sustainable, eco-friendly, and has 36g of monohydrated hyper-proteins as a meal replacement, and the Keto-Recharge replaces electrolytes! It’s what plants crave!” Jensen said.

“I didn’t understand a word of that? Peggy, I give it exactly two minutes of doing that at dinner before you pass out.”

“It starts tomorrow at breakfast then. What have you got to lose? Give it a try, get a great body, look younger, and prove Fred wrong?” Jensen added.