Chapter 19

After a few hours of teasing and training the girls around the house, I finally got them dressed. This had all happened so suddenly. Yesterday, I would never imagine my kids accepting something like this or my wife being on board with participating.

Yet, not only did the kids think a lot of this was amusing, but my wife seemed to fall right in line with Heather as if they were on the same wavelength. I have known Karen for decades, and I can tell you that no one was more surprised than me. I think if she had NOT joined in, the day may have gone quite a bit differently.

I would imagine that she would have folded her arms across her chest and sat on the couch, and glowered at us. The kids probably wouldn’t have felt empowered to talk to Heather the way they were or give her naughty orders. It was like this perfect storm that captured a bolt of lightning in a bottle, and I honestly had no idea how it all came together.

I focused a lot on having the girls dance provocatively on the coffee table. I wanted to see them dance because I was contemplating turning them into strippers. It was also fun to watch! The girls danced mostly to booty music and together. The kids rated them and gave them tips on how to jiggle, twerk, booty clap, and Heather and Karen improved with mostly advice from Amanda.

I didn’t have them wear anything all that slutty. I made sure they did their hair and make-up and packed some of the stripper clothes. I planned to take them to the Booby Trap, but I wanted to swing by the adult bookstore first.

I called Jeremy ahead of time so that he could let some of his customers know to wait around if they wanted to play with my wife and daughter.

I had the girls locked in their chastity belts under their clothes. On the way to the bookstore I asked them how they were adjusting to things, and they both were still pretty gung-ho about it all.

“I might make you go on a double date with Pete some night. I’ll ask that kid to pick you both up and take you out,” I teased them that I may have them BOTH go out with the cashier from Party City together. That would blow his mind.

“I knew that something was going on the night you invited him into the office. It was not like you to spend an hour with a boy that liked Heather,” Karen mused. I told her that I made her masturbate for him while we talked about Fantasy Football. I left out my secret weapon of not watching or acknowledging Heather. That made her try to get us interested in watching her ten times harder.

“Why didn’t you come and join us then?” Heather smiled suggestively at her mother.

“I didn’t know WHAT was going on. I probably would have if I knew this is what you were into,” my wife admitted.

“It’s kind of cool that you are so like me. I thought I was broken and weird for wanting to be punished and humiliated. I thought I was the only one into it,” Heather admitted.

“I didn’t really know that I LIKED it. I am not sure that I do. I think I like to hate it,” my wife replied cryptically. That concerned me because I didn’t want her to hate anything about what was happening. She asked me if the kids really voiced concerns about her being punished. I repeated what we discussed when they were masturbating.

“I can’t tell them that that I begged to be disciplined after the first time you spanked me. I just can’t tell them that. I don’t think I have a chance of ever returning to mom mode or anything else if they learn that I am just a freak that wants to be humiliated and punished sometimes.”

“Hey, I resemble that remark,” Heather shrugged. “I don’t mind if they know that. The discipline is focusing me and making me behave differently, but honestly, I am just sort of enjoying this. I’ve never been able to live it full-time like this. Even with Rick, I was always going back to normal when I went to work.”

“I’ve lost track of the number of orgasms I’ve had, but I really don’t know what I’ll do when I go back to school on Monday. I am so fucking horny now,” my wife lamented. “I have to flip a switch and go back to the actual bitch that runs the class.”

“When do you want to do Mom mode?” I asked.

“Whenever you say, Honey. I need to know what the rules are. Do I get to wear clothes?”

“Yes,” I said.

My wife paused. “I do not have to do performative tasks for them, either?”

“You don’t,” I said. “You don’t even have to get up and get them a drink or chips. Just tell Heather to handle it.”

“Okay,” my wife stopped asking questions and paused. “I just have to stand during dinner and wear a chastity belt, but I go back to acting normal?” she asked.

“Your new normal is my obedient slut,” I joked, but I knew what she meant. “You can be polite, but yes, I expect you to behave like a mom in mom mode.”

“My concern is that the kids aren’t going to listen to me or respect me as an authority figure now that they see me getting my fat butt spanked and treated like a dim-witted bimbo around the house. If they ever find out that I basically begged to do this, I think they would lose all respect for me.”

“Hah, they barely listened to you before,” Heather laughed. “At least, I didn’t.”

She was half-joking. My wife is/was the one who kept order in the house, made sure chores were done, and was the natural authority figure. I assumed that would continue in “mom mode.”It wasn’t a plan I came up with, but it seemed intuitive enough to me that’s how it was going to work.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t listen to me, and now look where you are,” my wife offered with a smirk.

“Hey, this is fun, and you can deny it all you want, but you want to do this,” Heather teased playfully.

My wife didn’t deny that or have any more questions about Mom mode. I was happy. I assumed it should be relatively simple to transition to it.

The bookstore wasn’t very busy on Saturday afternoon. It was probably about 5pm when we pulled into the parking lot. There was a hooker walking around the parking lot. She kept going up to an old phone booth as if she was waiting for a call, but the phone had been ripped out years ago. The hooker wore a pair of striped panties about the size of a normal-sized bikini and a long button-down shirt. She had red hair and wasn’t half bad looking.

“I should make you cunts walk the street,” I joked. “That girl would probably happily trade her life selling her cunt on the street for yours in a nice house.”

Heather and my wife watched her for a few minutes when we parked. She lit a cigarette and waited by the side of the road. A car slowed down, and the driver looked at her. She looked at him and gave the finger, and continued smoking. A few minutes later, the car did a u-turn, pulled into the parking lot, and picked her up. We assumed he whisked her away to an alley where she could go down on him or fuck him.

“How much do you think she makes every time she hops in a car?” Heather asked. She didn’t sound interested in joining her - just curious.

“More than a teacher,” my wife snickered.

“You two cunts are going to give it away for free. Ready to have a little snack?” I asked as I brought them into the bookstore. Jeremy recognized us immediately and waved us back to our favorite booth. I made the girls strip naked and told them to pick a side of the wall and get to work.

They bumped asses when they bent over and knelt on the Naugahyde cushions. The booth isn’t really big enough for two girls. “Hey, want to fart back and forth?” Heather joked and queefed (or possibly actually farted) on her mother’s butt.

“Disgusting,” Karen chided her daughter, and then with a straight face, she let one rip on her daughter’s ass. All the while, she was licking on a vulgar-looking cock through the wall.

“Guys, I am going to separate you if you two don’t focus on what I brought you here to do. I’ll LET you play with yourselves if you can keep one cock in your mouth at all times.”

The girls were thankful and masturbated with one hand, occasionally playing with their tits while sucking cock after cock. I marveled at my wife’s willingness to debase and degrade herself and to suck a dick sight unseen.

At one point, when there was a lull, I entered one of the stalls and unzipped my pants, and stuck my cock through. I didn’t say a word. I wanted to see how my wife handled it.

“I would know that cock anywhere,” my wife smiled as she blew on my dick and fluttered her lips. I smiled proudly!!

“Is that you, Don? Don’t let my husband see you!”

“Very funny, Karen!” I said through the wall. I was about to take my cock away when she grabbed it and wouldn’t let me pull it out. I felt her mouth lovingly engulf my dick and then stop. She continued to hold my cock with her fingers at the base. I thought she was playing with me. There was a long pause, and then I felt lips around my cock again. I got the distinct impression that it was Heather. I wasn’t sure if it was, and I didn’t want to ask. Was my wife letting her suck my dick?

Did Heather even know it was me?

It could have all been my imagination, and it was just Karen sucking me off all along. When I finally came, I heard her thank me for the cum as she allowed my cock to go free. It took me a few minutes to recover. I left the curtain partially open so that men could see them inside the stall. There was always a chance that a guy would be bold enough to walk in, which is why I usually hung out there. Jeremy had a camera, though and he’d be watching as well. Jeremy was a pretty nice guy, and he would have alerted me the moment anyone tried to touch the girls.

I picked out some handcuffs, and a neat flogger and paid for it. I went back into the stall and surprised the girls. I handcuffed them together so that the handcuffs were crisscrossed. The girls were forced to keep their hands behind their backs and remain on their knees in front of the stall.

“I think I’ll cuff you two around the house and see how you do chores with your knees and just your mouth,” I said. I imagined my wife trying to make me a cup of coffee by flicking her tongue around the Keurig and trying to bring me the mug somehow by sliding it on a tray that hung around her neck.

The girls couldn’t’ reply because they were lovingly slurping on dicks. It was so extremely satisfying to see my wife bound to her daughter, worshipping a stranger’s dick. She couldn’t see who was on the other side. Any man that dared to put his cock through would get it sucked without question.

I used the flogger on their asses. It didn’t sting the way that I had hoped, but it left a nice pattern of pink. The coolest part about the handle was it was shaped like a dick and made of a latex material that could be used like a dildo. I fucked my wife with it.

“What about me?” Heather looked over her shoulder and begged me to use it on her. She spread her wet cunt. I noticed my wife watching me. I wondered if how Karen would feel if I touched Heather’s pussy?

They danced together, titty to titty, and my wife licked her face. They bumped asses. However, that was flirty and fun. Fucking my daughter with a dildo I just used on my wife was an altogether higher level of intensity.

I wondered if Karen was testing me.

I pulled the dildo out of my wife. It was dripping wet from her pussy juices. I turned it around and slid it under Heather. She couldn’t have stopped me even if she wanted me to. “Hmmrrrrrrmmmmmm,” she groaned and fucked the dildo while I held it. I felt guilty. I had been fucking her with dildos in the ass for a week but never around my wife.

Karen continued sucking a stranger’s cock at the same time. It felt different, though because technically, I was “making her” do this. It was also not a person – it was just a dick through the wall without a person’s face or personality present. It was JUST a sex act with an anonymous participant.

This was my daughter who was fucking the dildo back while I pushed it in and out of her. I placed my hand on her ass and fucked Heather’s juicy tight pussy with the dildo while she and her mouth writhed back and forth.

I got so turned on that I had to leave. I left the dildo in my daughter’s pussy. The soft leather flogger straps at the base of the handle hung out of her pussy like a fluffy tail.

“I work in a store that sells porn sometimes 12-14 hours a day, I am surrounded by every kind of porn and perverted filth that can be sold on the shelves, and I have to tell you that was the hottest scene I’ve watched in a long time,” Jeremy met me as I was leaving the stall. He had something else to show me.

It was a realistic black silicon double-sided dildo about 16 inches long. It had realistic veins on the sides of the shaft, and a cock head just like a real dick would have. It was flexible and could be bent very easily but firm enough that a woman could fuck either end of it.

It only cost 35 bucks!