Chapter 7

“You are lucky you are so cute, or I’d fart on you while you are behind me, Brodie,” Rachel teased while wiggling her ass in a lusty way that hinted she might actually fart on her son if he got closer to her bubble butt. It was playful and surprisingly not very sexual (from my perspective).

“I can order her to close-crawl,” Brodie suggested helpfully.

“You can,” Rachel agreed with a patient smile but then added that she had only been joking.

“Close crawl, nose to lips,” Brodie instructed. He didn’t seem entirely confident when he gave the order, but the girls obeyed him.

“We should never have agreed to that one. You haven’t given this order since we agreed to it,” Rachel said.

I began to put together a picture of how the dynamic in this family worked. It was alien and counter to everything I had ever known before. At times of “low protocol,” they were casual, and laid back, and Anna and her mother had a lot of free will. In “high protocol,” Brodie had authority over them in a limited capacity. I still hadn’t figured out where that began and ended.

However, I got the distinct impression that high protocol might have been enforced infrequently. Anna and her mother painted a picture of it not happening very often ‘recently.’

Anna began to crawl up closer to her mother, getting her nose about an inch away from her mother’s pussy but not touching.

“Touch!” Brodie insisted.

“That wasn’t the deal,” Rachel said with confidence. Her daughter followed within an inch, certainly smelling her musky, wet pussy as she cradled her head between her mother’s thighs.

“It would amuse me to see it,” Brodie insisted.

“Too bad, so sad,” Anna spoke, and as she did, I watched her mother cringe. The words were spoken so close to her vagina that it made Rachel squirm a little.

“Fine, but then this is the default way you will crawl when your friend comes over,” Brodie threatened his sister.

“Brodie, you can’t threaten us with discipline to motivate us to agree to more discipline,” his mother explained. “The only way we agree is out of love and a desire to submit. If your sister tells you no, then that means no.”

“I did not say no,” Anna snickered, and this time she blew into her mother’s pussy.

“Bitch!” Rachel laughed and squirmed a little.

“Well, I am saying no,” she laughed. Her daughter blew on Rachel’s puckered asshole again, and it tickled her so much that Rachel’s ribs heaved, and she nearly collapsed in the grass in hysterical laughter.

“You ladies look like you are having fun?” Mr. Johnson was clearly watching the spectacle as we made our way around the edge of the fencing. The inner part of the yard was mostly a collection of eclectic but cheap potted plants, rusted chairs, and nothing matched. However, the edge was clear of debris, and it was clear that the girls had worn a little bit of a path along the edge of the fence.

They must have trod along the fence quite a few times, despite saying that they ‘rarely’ did high protocol. I got the distinct impression that either they were exaggerating about how infrequent their sessions were when I saw them crawling around the backyard. Had they been actually complaining that they didn’t get to do this enough? I wasn’t sure what they got out of being treated like dogs.

I also wondered why the neighbor hadn’t called the cops on them for this behavior? He must have seen them behave like this before, right? I felt like everything we were doing was so taboo and naughty, and what struck me was how no one in Anna’s family or even the neighbor seemed worried. This was their normal.

“Oh, we are just having fun today, Mr. Johnson. Sorry, I am sure we look absolutely perverted,” Anna’s mom was still laughing. Her face was full of joy. Anna had collapsed on her mother when she finally broke Rachel’s resolve and got her laughing hard.

“There is nothing wrong with that,” he insisted politely. It was obvious he was a bit of a perv himself.

“I think my son wants Anna to show you something. Do you mind?” the girls got back into position as they had been – hands on the ground, tits dragging, with Anna close behind her mother’s crotch.

“Oh, show and tell?” Mr. Johnson was delighted.

“Okay, Brodie. Go ahead,” Rachel gave her permission.

“Stand up and squat down like you are sitting in an imaginary chair,” Brodie described what he wanted his sister to do for him.

Anna seemed confused.

“That’s a wall sit position. Anna, you’ve seen me do them before. They are very painful. I call it a chair plank,” Rachel said.

“Chair plank!” Brodie repeated with a grin. Mr. Johnson peeped over the wall like Mr. Wilson from that old TV show Boy Meets World.

Anna pretended to sit on an invisible with her legs apart and her hands on her knees. It was awkward, and her tummy quivered with the effort. “This is hard.”

“Yes, it is,” her mother admitted with a look of respect for how difficult the position was to hold.

“Can I order you both into it?” he asked.

“We can discuss that, but this is not something your sister or I can hold for long. So why don’t you demonstrate your new authority before asking for more?” Rachel’s tone was slightly passive-aggressive and controlling.

I wasn’t the only one to notice. Brodie popped his mother with the rod, bringing it evenly across her back and then swishing it between her ass crack and across her pussy lips. I heard his mother make a small yipping sound.

“You know how to shush your mother,” Mr. Johnson was delighted and not entirely surprised.

“Yes, he does. Sorry, continue, please. May I observe?” she asked more politely.

“Yes,” Brodie instructed Anna to stomp her feet from side to side and turn around while holding her ass cheeks apart and then “Shit out her butt plug.”

Anna began to blush.

Mr. Johnson didn’t move away from the fence. I was surprised he even knew what one was. Based on his reaction, I assumed I might be the only person in the world who hadn’t known.

Anna had to grunt and scrunch up her face to gather up the effort to wriggle the butt plug out. She began to jiggle her ass, and her ribs started to quiver like her mom’s had when she was laughing, except Anna’s body turned red. “I can’t do it,” she finally announced in frustration.

I thought Brodie was going to allow her to stop. He certainly looked like he would.

“Just relax your sphincter and pretend you are taking a shit,” Rachel advised her rather casually. I could see Mr. Johnson’s eyes, and he looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t stop watching.

“I know, Mom. This is hard.”

“Have you ever removed the plug without using your fingers before?” she asked her daughter.

“Yeah, Susan and I both did last night. It was easier to get it out of her tight ass,” Anna’s confession included me. I felt tinier than any ant in that yard right at that moment.

Everyone looked at me, and I shrugged.

“All of you ladies wear butt plugs now?” Mr. Johnson asked.

“My daughter and I do now, but I was unaware that her friend did,” Rachel answered politely. She didn’t seem to judge me very harshly.

“I’ve always admired your pretty collection of plugs,” Mr. Johnson said.

“Well, now they have to take them out and put them in whenever I tell them.”

Rachel silently observed her son as if communicating with him telepathically. She didn’t contradict him. She frowned, though, when he didn’t clarify this was only in high protocol mode.

Anna pushed out the plug, and it thudded on the ground with a big push, leaving a small gaping hole in her anus that was very visible.

“Oh my!” Mr. Johnson was impressed.

“Now, get down on your hands and knees and clean it, mouth only,” Brodie insisted.

“That wasn’t the deal,” Rachel did contradict her son this time. However, in the time it took for her to register a protest, Anna was already on the ground trying to pick up the plug with her mouth.

“Now THAT amuses me...” Brodie laughed heartily at his older sister and asked Mr. Johnson if it amused him. Mr. Johnson simply said that he liked it quite fine. “Whatever floats your boat is fine by me!”

He seemed like a nice man, although I could tell at the time, she was probably a curmudgeon about things.

Anna licked and slurped the butt plug while lifting it off the grass with her mouth. She deep-throated it a little and did push-ups with her face. Rachel blushed and couldn’t make eye contact with anyone as she watched her daughter humiliate herself and suck that plug like she really enjoyed it.

“It’s creeffffth,” Anna announced. The plug was clean after slobbering all over it and putting on her obscene little show.

“Huh?”

“It’s Creeannth, Suh,” Anna called her brother, sir.

“Yeah, okay? I did not give you permission to take your mouth off of it.”

Anna continued to suck.

I thought Rachel might protest based on her sour expression. It was clear she hadn’t considered the possibility that her son might push them to hold the plug longer in their mouths.

“Okay, Mom, insert it and crawl back into the house for me,” Brodie said.

“That’s her plug,” Rachel’s immediate response was panic. I saw Mr. Johnson chuckle, but I don’t think his neighbor’s humiliation excited him. I think he just liked hearing that the mother would wear the plug.

“Au contraire, my big fat whore! That’s YOUR butt plug, is it not?” Brodie asked rather confidently -and talked down to his mother.

“It is,” Rachel answered demurely. She knelt down while sticking her ass out to pick it up. It was a fairly obscene and deep bend, but it wasn’t enough for her son.

“No, pick it up with your mouth,” he said.

Rachel blushed. Anna looked up at her, still holding the plug up off the ground with her tongue while remaining on all fours.

“Brodie, we did not discuss this,” Rachel was already getting into the position, though.

“If you will insert or remove the plug from your asshole, will you insert or remove it from your mouth when I tell you?”

“Yes,” she said. “If that amuses you.”

“Then do it.”

“You guys are crazy!” Mr. Johnson was delighted by the scene of Rachel submitting, dropping first to her knees and then flopping forward, opening her mouth and picking up the plug. She got back up without waiting for permission. I think Brodie wanted to give it to her. She stood there with the plug in her mouth, waiting.

“Hey, one way you can shut them up,” Mr. Johnson pointed out that the silvered butt plug made a perfect gag to silence the women.

Brodie thanked him for the idea. Both girls groaned a little. Rachel waited for a moment and then spoke slowly. It was obvious she was well-practiced speaking with things in her mouth. I think she wanted to disappoint her son by taking away his ability to silence her at will. “No such luck. May I put this in my ass?”

“Yes, spit it out, let it fall on the grass, squat down and sit down on it.”

“I do not know how to do that,” Anna sounded nervous.

“I can show you; it’s not that hard as long as you go slowly,” Rachel spat out the plug and then obeyed her son’s instruction. She managed to sit her ass flat on the grass and, in the process, seat the plug into her asshole. “May I stand?”

“No, inspection position, cunt facing Mr. Johnson, so he can admire the plug.”

Rachel obediently fell forward, allowing herself to almost hit the ground before extending her arms. She spread her legs as far apart as she could and then opened her mouth wide while looking at the grass. In this position, Mr. Johnson could probably have seen what she ate for lunch if he looked hard enough.