Chapter 9

Early in the morning, Jensen snuck into my room. He was completely naked. He woke me with a whisper and instructed me to get out of bed and get on the floor. Jensen had me sit on the floor and spread my legs as wide as I could get them. Jensen touched my feet and sat in the same position and then touched my hands and bent forward. We took turns touching our nipples to the carpet.

“I really do practice nude Yoga, “Jensen whispered to let me know that he had some idea what he was actually talking about - but this was obviously a farce for my husband’s benefit.

“Fred is going to wake up and find you in here,” I said.

“I know,” Jensen giggled. He rubbed my arms and tweaked my nipples, then played with my clit a little while we stretched out in a “Partner Forward Fold” if you want to google what that looks like. When the person is naked, it looks pretty intense.

Jensen had his pubic hair, but I could see all of his pretty pussy including the huge clit. Once we were into it, Jensen started giggling and clearing her throat a little. Fred kept sleeping. Jensen smirked and reached up to the bed and tickled the bottom of his foot to wake my husband. He wanted him to find us this way.

“Peggy?” Fred asked where I was. I was flattered he noticed I wasn’t in bed so quickly. We’ve got a King sized bed and he generally stays on his side after sex.

“Shhhhh, We’re down here,” Jensen said very calmly as she made a meditative pose and brought her hands up and pressed her palms together like she was praying.

“What on earth?”

“I hope you don’t mind us getting in an early morning session. I know Doug and Randy probably wouldn’t be mature enough for us to perform our poses in the living room.”

Fred looked right at us and hung off the bed.

“I usually sneak into my mom’s room in the morning to get in a few minutes of extra poses. Are you sure you don’t mind, Mr. Cooper?” Jensen was really leaning into the stretch and exposing himself to my husband. Fred didn’t even really notice me down there on the carpet by the bed. I am sure he knew I was naked, but he was focused on Jensen’s VERY female but slightly chubby body.

“I really didn’t think you were serious about the naked yoga,” Fred didn’t answer the question, but his tone suggested he was fine with what we were doing.

“Did you think I was just saying the most outrageous things to mess with Doug and Randy’s perverted little minds?” she winked at him. Then she pulled herself forward and bent so that her butt and pussy were facing him.

“Actually, that’s exactly what I thought,” Fred snickered. The ironic thing was that Jensen led Fred to believe he was the clever one and my sons were the ones who were gullible.

Fred watched us stretch for a really long time. He would have probably stayed there all day if he didn’t have to get to work. He noticed the time and started getting dressed. I slipped on my t-shirt and Jensen put on one of mine (with no panties or bra).

When we went out to the kitchen area, my kids were assembled around the table. They grinned as if they knew we had been up to something. Jensen whispered “You owe me. Good thing your husband is a real pervert! He’ll pretty much believe anything now,” she mused.

I have to admit that Jensen’s display in the bedroom probably did make the “keto” diet and exercise plan seem legitimate to Fred. I was worried that the more over the top this thing became, the greater the likelihood Fred would google “Keto” and find out that none of what we told him was true.

“Get us both two hot dogs and I’ll show you the advanced exercises of how to eat them,” Jensen snickered.

“Are you going to dip them in Keto sauce?” Doug asked Jensen with a wry grin.

“Have a little Keto Recharge?” Randy added.

“I might,” Jensen winked at them.

I poured us both a big glass of piss and brought out my jar of Keto, and placed it on the table. I had to make Fred his oatmeal. My kids were eating cereal. When I was done, Jensen insisted that we march in place and swing our arms while holding a Hot Dog in each hand (very much like a wiggling dick we were squeezing).

“You aren’t supposed to stop! Just dip and eat!” Jensen pretended to dip her hot dog in my Keto, and she even pretended to drink from the glass of piss I gave her while marching in place. I knew I was expected to dunk my hot dog and drink the glass and that is exactly what I did.

The kids and my husband had a great laugh. Fred asked Jensen if he would bring over his mom and ask her to join in. Jensen promised that he might, and also said he would bring over some bikinis suitable to do stretching exercises in for me to wear.

After Fred left, Jensen stuck around, and we played Mother May I am little longer. I asked if I could lick her ass and suck her toes before she left. “You are a dirty little bitch, Peggy! I’ll be back later.”

“Please don’t tell your mom, okay? Seriously,” I begged.

“You didn’t say Mother May I first,” she grinned as she left.

The rules to Mother May I had warped and changed so much around our house. When Fred wasn’t home, I played Mother may I for even the simplest of things, like using the bathroom or preparing lunch. A lot of times the kids wouldn’t give me permission and laughed as I danced around and nearly pissed myself.

I began wearing the anal beads almost all of the time when Fred wasn’t home and often under my clothes when he was.

I took my meals standing, even when Fred wasn’t home. I did Yoga the following morning in the nude in the bedroom.

Jensen returned with two small bikinis on Sunday, and I started doing Yoga around the house after every meal. My nipples popped out every now and then, but they actually covered my ass and pussy.

The kids started making me go out in the front yard. Well, let me correct that. I had to ask “Mother may I sunbathe in the front yard in my bikini?”

and they would say something like “No, Take the kiddie pool from the garage out to the sidewalk. Fill it halfway with water from the garden hose. and you may frolic and show off.”

It was incredibly humiliating and most of my neighbors probably thought I had lost my mind.

A month went by like this. Fred grew increasingly suspicious that this diet was total malarkey, but he never called me out on it. I began to crave the taste of piss and cum. I bought six or seven packages of hot dogs at the grocery store. The kids permitted me to eat other food when Fred wasn’t home to even out my diet.

Jensen stopped by periodically to play with me. My sons were routinely fucking me in the ass, and Jensen and Janet were both using the strap-on pretty regularly as well. Every day, I usually got about 15 minutes of stimulation of my pussy and the craving and desire for an orgasm was so great that by the time one of them gave me permission to climax I was yelling and pulling my own hair out.

I did lose weight. I think it was a combination of diet, exercise from all of the mother may I games, and sexual activity. I was also generally just glowing with excitement and arousal most of the time.

My kids frequently tied me up and punished me for even the slightest infractions when Fred wasn’t home. They even punished me when he was at home as long as he was busy with the computer.

Angela stopped by now and then, but she didn’t let on that she knew what was going on and I breathed a sigh of relief. I settled into a routine of serving my kids, and then at night letting my husband fuck my ass and draining his cum into a jar that I kept in the fridge.

One Saturday night, I was relatively exhausted from getting fucked all day by my sons and daughter. I was wearing my bikini and making dinner. I heard a knock on the door. “Why don’t you get that mom?” Doug asked.

I couldn’t refuse any orders and I wouldn’t have. We seldom got visitors. I assumed this was another Amazon delivery and I’d have to parade around in my skimpy bikini as I had done a few times before for the amusement of my kids. Fred was home though and that would be the first time I did that around him.

“Hello?” I said as I opened the door.

“Hi,” Jensen and Angela were at the door. They were both fully dressed. They looked at me with broad smiles on their faces.

“Uh, come in,” I stammered. My friend Angela would never understand my dirty little games. She’d probably think I was the most wicked mother in the world.

“Going swimming, Peggy?” Angela asked as she looked me up and down.

“No, uh,” I was caught off guard.

“I am just kidding! We brought our suits! Jensen talked me into coming over after I started Keto. I have to admit I was a little embarrassed at first, but he said you were on the diet too?”

They both had bottles of yellow liquid in a clear container, and jars marked “Keto” filled with a sticky substance. I was completely baffled – had Angela lost her mind?

“Did Jensen not ASK if we could come to dinner?” my best friend chided her son.

“No, he did,” I lied. Jensen’s stare suggested I had better go along with the ruse. I told Fred that we had guests. He shrugged as if he could care less.