Chapter 7

We remained in Eddie and my Aunt’s room while Juggs shaved her pubes in the bathroom. I had never watched a woman shave her pubic hair before. Juggs had to trim the shag with scissors and then shave the fine hair with a ladies razor. She took special care to pull her clit and labia out, so that she could shave in the fine hairs in the folds.

“Jesus Mom, are you trimming it back or going as hairless as a little girl?” Harley observed the methodical way that her mother removed all the hair from the flaps, folds, and wrinkles of her pussy.

“Your father wants me hairless as they day I was born. It’s going to itch like crazy,” she assured us. Juggs asked me to bring her the tweezers from the medicine cabinet while she squatted over a mirror and shaved herself in the bathroom.

My Aunt sat on the edge of the bathtub and plucked single pubic hairs out one by one. I could tell from how she winced that it must have hurt a great bit. When she was done her pussy was swollen, puffy, with raised bumps all over it, but it was also completely hairless.

“That actually looks really good,” Harley noted with amusement.

“My cunt feels good. It’s going to breathe a lot better,” Juggs observed warmly – not minding her daughter’s sarcasm.

However, when she returned to the living room, Lloyd, Gerald and my Uncle laughed and pointed and she blushed.

“Looks like a baby’s butt crack!” Lloyd observed of his mother’s pussy.

“Juggs actually shaved her Beaver,” Gerald stuck his front teeth out and pretended to be a Beaver gnawing through wood or pussy. I am not sure but he had a good laugh.

“That crevice is going to make a wonderful imprint in the bikini. I was tempted to let you keep SOME hair so that it will be obvious your bottoms are see through when they get wet, but I really like this. I want you to keep your cunt shaved from now on.”

“Me too, Daddy?” Harley asked sweetly. She was still in her long shirt and covered.

“No, you don’t have too. I know it would be embarrassing,” he shrugged as if he didn’t care. I noticed that Harley seemed almost disappointed. He thought about his daughter’s question and told her to lift her shirt in the front so that he could look at her pussy.

Harley did as she was instructed. She wasn’t wearing panties – she seldom did at home.

“What’s that hairy monster from Star Wars? Chewbacca? Yeah, you should groom yours down to how Juggs used to have her bush,” Eddie decided.

My cousin dropped her shirt back down and accepted her father’s decision. I wondered if he’d ask me to lift my shirt. I wondered if I would if he did. I told myself that Eddie wouldn’t dare. I didn’t have the courage to ask how I should groom myself. I felt like such a silly girl – out of place and immature.

Juggs needed a beer before we left. Her sons kept making rude comments about her bald pussy. “Skirt steak” was the most vulgar of all the descriptive words they used for it.

Everyone had a beer before we left. I had one too, but I didn’t finish mine. Juggs put on the bikini that she handmade just for today’s excursion to the YMCA. She modeled it for us.

I had never seen anything quite so scandalous. She looked more naked in that bikini than she had when she wore no clothes at all.

The brown strip around her chest was little more than a half-inch of material that wrapped around her bodacious tits. There were two patches in the front that covered her areola, but did very little to hide her bulging, extended nipples.

Juggs had sexy back muscles, especially around her shoulder blade. The bikini showed those off marvelously and drew my eye to her upper back and long neck.

The thong she wore for bottoms rode up a little and wedgied her slit so that it looked very prominent. Her butt was so big that string in the back disappeared in her ass crack and it looked like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

Several of us predicted that we’d be lucky if we got kicked out. I think it was Lloyd that bet that his mother would be arrested for indecent exposure.

“if anyone complains, send them to me. We will bring the suit that Juggs wore yesterday. If it becomes a hassle, then she can change into that, or we’ll just leave. I am there to punish your mother, not punish the others who came to the pool just to have a good time.”

“Juggs is proud of her body, and she seems to like being naked. How is this really a punishment?” Patrick asked.

“You are right that Juggs is an extrovert and a show-off, but on her own terms. She is such a show-off that I have to go to extreme measures like this suit to embarrass her. That’s what I was trying to explain to you last night,” my Uncle replied to my brother.

“Imagine if I told you that you had to fuck any woman that asked, and you had women asking to have sex with you all day. That kind of a punishment wouldn’t work on a man, because we don’t process the world the same way women do.”

Eddie explained there was a female condition in how we were raised to make us lie and manipulate, soften our features with makeup, pad our bras, and we have to be the ones to say no to sex or people would just lay around and fuck all day and never get anything done.

“What’s wrong with that?” Lloyd laughed.

“My point is,” Eddie continued with his example. “Most women if you told them they had to fuck anyone who asked would consider it a punishment. It’s like you asked earlier, when you brought up even if the guy is fat, old and smelly.”

We remembered that conversation and that made a lot of sense. I would be truly horrified if I had no choice and had to have sex with anyone that dared to ask me – not that anyone ever had.

Eddie explained that there was no one size fits all to any solution. “There are rules for guys, and rules for girls and generally they work. However, sometimes you have an exception to the rule.”

He turned to his wife, smacked her hard on the butt with pride and laid it out for us. “Juggs wll admit she is a dumb bitch, and a horny little cunt. She gets off on fucking all the time, and you are right. She likes to show off that little gash between her legs. In order for her to swallow the medicine, I have to make the pill big enough to choke her with it.”

We didn’t fully get his metaphor until he explained with an example. “What might embarrass any proper woman is probably going to amuse your mom. A hard slap on the butt is like a kiss on the lips to her. That means to truly embarrass her, I have to make her walk two miles naked, or spank her tits until they are red for the punishment to take effect – Juggs has a higher tolerance than most for discipline.”

The way that my Uncle explained it – that made a lot of sense. I had felt a little sorry for Juggs – especially because she was being punished for putting me in the bikini yesterday.

“That’s why you call Aunt Juggs names,” Patrick surmised. He gave an example of calling her a dumb bitch, or a stupid fat-ass. “You aren’t trying to just hurt her feelings or break her down. You are trying to embarrass her,” he suggested.

“I honestly, hate the name Aunt Juggs a lot more than being called a dumb bitch. Just Juggs will be fine, Patrick,” my Aunt joked. “Besides, I AM a dumb bitch, so I am just being honest. It really isn’t that big of a deal. You can call me one anytime you like, Patrick.”

“Yeah, that’s why you say Dumb Bunny in mixed company,” Gerald pointed out that his mother was probably not telling the complete truth and the names really did bother her. They certainly would have mortified me in public places even as a term of endearment.

“I say dumb bunny, because I am trying not to offend people. If your father is okay with it, you can call me a dumb bitch in public, because I am,” Juggs said as she tucked her bikini up. The material around her crotch was so low that at least 2 inches of bare skin of what would have been the top of her pubic hair was visible.

“No way, people will think I am a dick head for insulting my mom,” Gerald pouted and folded his arms across his chest.

“Good point,” Eddie intervened. “If it really doesn’t bother you then your mission today is to call yourself a dumb whore, a fat-ass, and a stupid bitch at least five times in public before the end of the day, or you’ll walk home naked and spend the night clothespinned for dinner again.”

“You just want to see me clothespinned,” Juggs mused but agreed to her husband’s challenge.

“I was thinking about the clothespins you use,” Patrick offered. Eddie was instantly amused and curious. I believe Lloyd and Gerald were a little jealous that my Uncle favored my brother. “What about tight little rubber bands wrapped around the base of her nubs? Juggs could wear those under her clothes or even that bikini.”

It was a brazen suggestion. My brother had no business really intervening in how my Uncle punished his wife. I could imagine Juggs feeling a sense of humiliation that how to punish tits was being discussed right in front of her and that her nephew had devised a way to do it effectively.

Juggs stood dumbfounded and looked at her husband. Eddie told her to retrieve some rubber bands from from his toolkit on the table in the living room. Juggs could easily pop her top and expose her nipples. They were still sore and puffy from the clothespins she had worn that morning.

Eddie tried a few different rubber bands of different sizes but couldn’t get them to stay on. Patrick explained that he’d need to twist them and use one at the base and one to constrict the top of his Aunt’s nipples. He was staring right at them as Eddie followed his instructions.

Juggs looked slightly amused and flattered as Eddie fidgeted in vain to band her nipples. He eventually gave up and snapped the rubber band hard against the tender pink flesh of his wife’s nub.

“Here, you try,” Eddie handed the rubber bands to my brother.

“You want me to put them on her?” Patrick looked sheepishly at his Aunt. He was clearly not expecting that offer. Juggs stood there motionless, hands behind her back.

“No, I was thinking you could apply the rubber bands to yourself, and then bump chests with Juggs and transfer them that way,” Eddie replied sarcastically. “If you are uncomfortable touching her tits, don’t do it. Half of Yellowstone county has though. It was a good idea,” Eddie stopped talking when Patrick summoned the courage to touch his Aunt’s breasts.

He didn’t maw them, or honk them.

“Ooh, you warmed up your hands first, thank you,” Juggs smiled as my brother cupped her left breast with one hand and then twisted the rubber band around the base much like a hair scrunchy I would use to give myself pig tails. He rolled it all the way down to the base and pinched it.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“I am afraid to say or Eddie may tell you to stop,” she smiled devilishly. Her nipples were so long and distended that they reminded me of Rufus’s penis. Patrick applied the second rubber band to the tip.

“Can I flick it a little?” she asked him. I didn’t think she needed Patrick’s permission. He nodded and she flicked the nipple and smiled. My brother applied the second set of rubber bands to her other tit much the same way.

“I like it,” Eddie noted. “It may feel good right now, but let’s see how you feel when we get a few miles down the road. We’ll have to monitor your nipples to see if the rubber bands cut off blood flow.”

“Oh yes, they are cutting off blood flow already,” Juggs gushed a little. She was genuinely blushing. I couldn’t believe that my brother had really touched my Aunt’s tits right in front of everyone.

“Are you going to be okay to drive?” Eddie asked as she pulled the bikini top back over her swollen, distended nipples.

“Yes, it takes a little getting used to. Thank you, Patrick. This hurts but in a good way,” she complimented my brother. She wasn’t gushing pussy juice all over the place or having a wild orgasm like my cousin had the night before – but it was obvious that the rubber bands had stimulated her body.

Gerald and Lloyd patted him on the back. Harley said he might want to wash his hands after touching her tits. “You don’t know how much cum has been squirted all over those things!”