The Family Feud III

Chapter Eleven
“Into the deep-fryer”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 26
JAMIE: 29

The Taylor family traveled a good distance towards the main strip of the Midway, the brightest lights, the busiest, the loudest epicenter of all activity at the fair. They had begun their family fun night on the outer perimeter of fun. Venues like the arcade and tattoo parlor were relegated to the outer fringes where customers were fewer. This had made it easier to go almost unnoticed at times.

The second notch on the boiler cooker of humiliation and scorn had been being tied to the front of an Asian novelty stand to dance and take pictures with the customers who happened by. They hadn’t been as fortunate in being able to avoid being spotted, sometimes by people who knew them from before they had begun their new roles. The first act of our story was only a warm up to accepting that they were no more than dancing entertainment for hapless strangers.

The festive nature of their costumes, and the darkness conspiring to give the girls some small measure of protection, some false sense that unless people look closely, they won’t be able to see the rounded butt cheeks or bouncing tits, and register this as ‘naked’.

Many people did have the sense the girls were almost naked when they were out there. They just had not registered the alarm one reserves for unexpected nudity from flashers in trench coats. Attractive girls hawking adult novelties in risqué’ dress could be justified by a rational mind as belonging there. The fact the girls danced and acted like it was a normal thing, only further adding to this illusion.

The fair is a raunchy place, as they walked past dart games where if you pop a balloon you can win small mirrors or posters of sexy women, hot cars and rock bands would attest. You might notice paintings of nearly naked ladies climbing frosty peaks on the side of the Himalaya. Most didn’t as they squealed “Himalaya!” with their hands above their head being spun in a circle at high speed to old 1980s hip-hop music.

Wendy and Jamie did. They noticed that sex sells here. It wasn’t the only allure of the fair. There were stands selling the Godfather and the mobster from Scarface’s image sitting at poker tables across from each other, images of long dead rappers, marijuana leafs, guns, rock bands, their only commonality being how trashy and garish they were.

It did reinforce to Jamie and Wendy that the rules were different here at the fair. They could be a little more over the top, a little more sexy, a little more broad minded about what they do and get away with it.

They passed herds of young girls, some younger than Jamie. These girls were dressed as provocatively, if not more so than they were. It hadn’t stopped the young girls from offering dirty looks to the pretty Taylor women as they passed by, their scorn more out of jealousy than anything else.

Black girls dressed in thigh high boots and tops off the shoulder, walking as if they owned the fair, and how dare you not look at them. Puerto Rican girls shouting “Meda Meda” as if to say “Look at me! I am wearing a powder pink tank top and hot pants that show off my well rounded Puerto Rican ass!” White girls with holes in their low-rise jeans, patched by lace, who seemed oblivious to the 2 inches of ass crack that peeped just out of the back of the top of their jeans when they bent over to display their ‘whale tail’ thonged panties. There was no shortage of cute hotties, some walking hand in hand with cute guys, but most roaming the fair in packs like wild antelope on the Serengeti.

There were fat ones, skinny ones, old ones, young ones in between ones. Big boobs, small puffy boobs, big butts, flat butts. Wendy wasn’t the only mother walking with her slutty daughter, in fact they passed a few who had chosen to come to the fair of their own free will, intentionally dressed far sluttier if that can be believed With denim micro skirts with cowboy boots, green tube tops, painted faces, and more camel toe than you could count.

The men were hunting them with their eyes like hungry lions. Young boys, dad’s walking with families, creepy old men and the carnies who served the food and ran the games and rides. They watched the young pert butts as the girls ran around the fair, each secretly believing himself to be the only pervert to enjoy the eye candy on display at the hot humid fair.

The men at the fair were wearing over-sized belt buckles, shirts with no sleeves, and a variety of fashion “don’ts”, but few if any of them seemed willing to put themselves on display like the females. Some women were dressed more conservatively, but far more seemed to be flaunting what mother nature or the plastic surgeon had given them. Prominent tattoos, gold teeth, low hung tops, sports bras worn as tops, lycra spandex pants. One might think the fair was some sort of exhibitionist’s paradise, but it was more like Walmart on steroids. Yes, many of the women had chosen to dress for attention, but for many here, Wendy got the impression this was simply their normal everyday attire. It was a side of life she had been insulated from, living the upper to middle class white-bread lifestyle she had been.

This was the game that had been played at fairs, fourth of July celebrations, backyard pool parties and any place young girls wore skimpy outfits around the opposite gender for years. The girls gallivant around in something that raises the men’s eyebrows (or more), and then act surprised, possibly even offended when they catch one of them looking.

Wendy and Jamie were no strangers to the reality of that game. Even Jamie had realized guys didn’t just watch cheer leading and girl’s gymnastics simply because they appreciated the athleticism, determination and school spirit. Wendy had always known there were men who attended her aerobics class simply to pick up girls, and the ones who weren’t so handsome just to ogle them. Some would even be bold enough to ‘accidentally’ line up behind her to watch her ass in spandex as she bent over to stretch. When she had to turn around to face her ‘stretch partner’ the fat sweaty guy standing there would pretend as if it had been just luck of the draw he was standing behind her.

They hadn’t wanted to think too hard about the game of males and females. The way even the most loyal husband would learn to watch without turning his head, a sexy ass go walking past while shopping with his loving wife. They had simply accepted the attentions were part of life, and had chosen to ignore them.

That is of course until tonight brought this lesson crashing upon their heads. Feeling every stranger’s eye on them, their heels made their walk more pronounced, wiggling their ass side to side in time with each other without realizing it. Their braless tits under their yellow half-shirts bouncing and jiggling, with nipple rings holding the shirts straight out like tent poles.

You two cunts are quiet.” Chris noted of his mother and sister. Just as his sister sounding sexy didn’t seem quite right, on those rare times Chris wasn’t joking, he too sounded a little unnatural.

“I am sorry Sir, what would you like to talk about?” Wendy answered him. Her eyes went wide as the four of them came to a stop. They were at the point the smaller path they were on met the chaotic main strip of the fair midway. It felt like bringing one’s raft from a small river into the full majesty of the Mississippi river might. The people themselves, moving in different directions, representing the river’s mighty current going in all directions.

“What game we should play next.” Chris answered her question with what had been on his mind, smiling ominously. He suggested they play ‘corn dog’, a game he and his father had dreamed up together during their hour alone. The rules were simple. The girls would each place a fresh corn dog between their butt cheeks. They would have to pick it up each time they drop it, and take a bite out of it (end first) and the first girl to finish loses.

“Are there any stakes for who has the tightest ass cheeks contest?” Wendy was quietly reminded by her own question that neither her or her daughter had technically won their own wager earlier about who could get 10 pictures first despite them both coming close to the goal.

“You are always worried about what you get out of this.” Bill noted with bemused disgust shaking his head. “Okay, the stakes are whoever wins gets to pick the next dare game.”

“Pick from two of your choices, or make up one of our own?” Jamie asked a point of clarification.

Bill hadn’t really thought about it. “That sounds good, I like the second one. You’ll have time to think about it while we take you two ‘walkies’” He used the babyish term they had made up for walking Rosco, their dog on a leash years earlier. They were already in line at one of the dozens of stands selling food.

With the hundreds of people roaming the nucleus of the fair, there was no way their antics could go unnoticed. Add to that, it was as if they were fully saturated in the unnatural glow of fair light, that no one would have missed seeing the food drop. “Won’t people think two girls putting corn dogs between their cheeks is strange?”

“Actually, I don’t think people will. You’ve my permission to make up an entertaining excuse for your behavior, or you can tell the truth. We are going to split up, so it doesn’t draw too much attention if you both drop your goodies at the same time. We’ll make a full circle of the midway and meet back at this spot.” Bill was receiving the corn dogs from the vendor as he told the family his rules.

“Can I take Mom?” Chris asked. Bill had intended to walk with Wendy, he liked making her do more when Jamie wasn’t around. He had actually engineered the split up, so that he could make Wendy stick the corn dog up her twat, something he had felt would cross their line around Jamie.

“She is your property too, that’s fine with me,” Bill seeming only mildly surprised, “Can I ask why?”

“Well it just seems you are always with Mom, and I am usually supervising Jamie. I thought I’d get a little mother-son bonding time in” He smirked.

Joke or not, Wendy had never heard him in her entire life say he wanted to hang out with his mom. She couldn’t remember the last time he had wanted to go with her and her alone to anything she did. This could be in part because most of her activities had been going to Starbucks, exercise class, shopping and continuing education for work. She felt a strange flattery about his comments.

“Thank you Sir, I am very flattered you want to supervise me.” She told him so.

“Shut up Mom, and stick this piping hot corn dog between your ass cheeks” Chris held the gold crusted dog gingerly by the stick out for her.

“Yes Sir, thank you.” she took it between her fingers and put it behind her, up under her skirt ‘clenching’. The searing pain was intense, forcing her to close her eyes and wince. She could hear the men giggling, as Jamie did the same. Jamie danced in place, hopping from foot to foot “Hot, hot, hot, hot” fanning her ass as the corn dog cooled.

When she finally stopped dancing, she asked through less pained eyes, “I suppose we shouldn’t ask if these are gluten free?” making a tiny joke, made all the more funny by Jamie's pained expression.

Bill who didn’t know what gluten was, quipped “They aint Gluteus Maximus free, how about that?” Slapping his daughter’s ass cheek playfully, tugging her to get moving.

Wendy noted to herself that both her and her daughter had a definable shift in attitude. The voices in Wendy's head that internalized questions like “Damn this is going to hurt!” or “What the fuck are they thinking?” were still there. There were just answers like, “Yes, it is, you agreed to this”, or “Impress them by trying not to freak out” or “Wow, that is actually clever.”

She realized that they were both seeing sides of Chris and Bill that they hadn't seen before. It wasn't a perfect transformation, but they were becoming more and more confident. At the same time, by an equal measure that her and her daughter were becoming more and more submissive. Wendy realized that tonight she had actually missed Bill and Chris being in charge of them, instead of asking herself why anyone was in charge of them in the first place. The thoughts made her uncomfortable, because another part of her felt ashamed for having them.

“Who will Creepy follow?” Chris asked of the quiet stranger following them. They hadn’t watched how many times he had brought up a finger to his dirty gray mustache, or cared much to check to see if he was still behind them. They simply walked and like a stray puppy in search of a meal he followed.

“It will be interesting to see who he follows, won’t it?” Bill said not waiting for an answer, as he took his daughter in hand and marched her off in the opposite direction.

The main strip of the midway was wide, straight and narrow. It might have rivaled the layout of an ancient Roman chariot race stadium, the entire main strip making one complete circuit with shops in the center as the divider between the wide channels on either side.

“C’mon Mom.” Wendy followed her son, feeling as if she had corn on the cob between her cheeks, she couldn’t take long strides like her son.

“Please sir, wait up.” She called after her son to slow down.

“Why? I want you to drop your corn dog. C’mon hurry your ass up, and let it slip.” Chris waited for her noting “Uncle Creepy must like Jamie better, what a pity.”

Wendy felt an odd sense of relief that he was gone, overlapped by what may have been jealousy that her daughter had obviously held his attention more than she had. She hated to admit things like that to herself, obviously she was younger, but for a woman her own age, especially with big tits, she thought she may hold his interest. How odd it was, she wondered at all about his interest in her or her daughter for that matter.

It was at this moment while she stood processing that realization that the greasy corn dog slid down her leg, landing with a thud in the dirt.

“Careless” Chris shook his head laughing, “Pick it up, cunt. Don’t waste it, it’s probably all you’ll get to eat tonight.”

Wendy could hear him talking, but in the chaotic crowd, his words must have blended right in with the thunderous din of background noise to the rest of the people walking past.

Wendy squatted down, her thighs apart and took a big bite of the corn dog. She took her time, putting it in her mouth as if she were sucking it like a dick before she bit down. Then she placed it between her ass, adjusted it with her fingers and stood up. If anyone had managed to get a show, no one said a word. People were moving all around them, too busy to stop and observe a very sexy little show.

“Good job, you little corn-sucker!” He patted his mom on the head on her way back up.

As they continued to walk, Wendy took her son’s hand. He led her, the way she had led him threw grocery stores when he was a little boy.

“Chris Sir, you don’t actually get creeped out when you see me do things like that?”

“Suck a corn dog like a dick? No, why would I.” Chris laughed.

“Well, until last week, I was your mother, Sir.” Wendy answered.

“You are still my mom, Mom.” Chris grinned “You are just way more fun now.”

“It’s fun when I drop the corn dog, I got between my ass cheeks, Sir?” she asked confused. They hadn’t talked like this since her training began. He had usually made her start exercising immediately when they were alone.

“Well, it’s fun knowing you put it between your crack because I told you too, that when you drop it in the dirt, you have to eat it without wiping it off, and that you are going to put it back to keep doing it, because you are competing with my little sister, to show us how much ass-control either of you have.” Chris clarified.

They were walking past a place that sold turquoise Indian jewelry and magic tricks, when Wendy let her corn dog drop again. “Ooopsie, I am such a clumsy oaf, Sir.” She admitted like she were a blonde bimbo.

“Pick it up, and carry it right, Slut.” Chris told her impatiently.

“May I take a bite, I am SOO hungry Sir, I won’t bite off more than just the tip…” Her tone sexy and seductive as she slid down to squat as she had before. This time she noticed a few glances from men as they passed by, most being good at trying to obscure their curiosity.

Chris, realizing she was trying to lay it on thick for his benefit “It isn’t as fun if you do it on purpose.” He looked down upon his squatting mother and confirmed, “Yeah, you can take a bite, impress me, bitch.”

She took another bite of the dog as if it were the most delicious, passion-inducing flavor of all time. Then she rose as she pushed the dog between her cheeks.

“I am sorry Sir. I thought if I got into it for you, it would amuse you?”

“It does.” Chris admitted. “I like you to cooperate; I just don’t want you to be TOO into it.” He tried to explain.

Wendy’s response was cheerful, chewing with her mouth full “Trust me, I think I bit into a huge dirt clump that last time” she was still chewing, fanning her mouth and making a face like she wasn’t sure what she just ate.

The pair laughed as they continued down the fair’s promenade of colorful shops, and crowded games.

“Does it creep you out to do it for me?” Chris asked his mom.

“Serve like your little pet and have you laugh at me every time I make a mistake, Sir?” Wendy filled in the blank on what “it” might mean to Chris.

“Yeah, basically that.”

“Probably creeps me out as much as it did you when your sister and I took away your clothes, and made you exercise naked. When I had you jerk off with your dad, Sir.” Wendy said reflecting on why it must have seemed so important to her weeks ago, to prove a point to them. That no matter how she accomplished it, she had justified humiliating them.

“Yeah, but I knew you weren’t getting turned on by it.” Chris answered with certainty.

“There were times I was amused by what I was having you do.” Wendy dropped her corn dog again, and begged him to stop. Once she had retrieved it, taken another bite and inserted it between her ass cheeks this time the foot long considerably shorter, she was certain a young couple had watched her stick the dog under her skirt. She was shocked they said nothing or confronted her about her naughty behavior.

The break in the discussion allowed Wendy to collect her thoughts. “Actually, I have wanted to thank you, Sir.”

“You thank me three times a day at affirmations, and you’ll thank me for supervising you while we permit you to consume that corn dog” Chris said without thinking as he side-stepped some football players from his school. None of whom recognized him.

“Yes Sir, and I thank you for all of that. What I mean to say is that I thank you for not being as hard as you could be on Jamie and me.”

“What are you talking about?” Chris asked as if his mom was being critical of how hard he hit. Could she really be mocking how easy this dare was? Chris wondered.

“I am sorry, I am not sure how to touch upon this. You’ve kicked both of our asses pretty hard the last few days. I didn’t mean that way. I meant that aside from the pain, and the binding and the humiliation, and the hard work, you could have demanded we satisfy you in more ways than just masturbating you.” She regretted bringing up the topic, but she had wanted to find a way to say to her son what she was thinking.

“You must think I am really sick to want to fuck you, huh?” Chris asked his mom narrowing his eyes in disgust.

“Sir, I am trying to pay you a compliment. Through it all, you’ve had your fun at our expense, but you’ve taken the high road about that. I just want to say it hasn’t gone unnoticed by me, and it makes me respect you more than I can really explain.”

There was silence between the two for a little longer as Chris tried to get his head around what his mom was saying to him. He had been acting very naturally, going as far as his conscience had allowed him to go with them.

Instead of continuing the conversation, he noted that his mom had been absentmindedly bumping along to a Jay-Z song as they passed a ride.

“You haven’t dropped the corn dog in a while, Slut.” he said over his shoulder to her, still holding her hand.

“I’ve got a good wedge going on back there, Sir” her easy grin that of someone who was pleased with their good fortune.

“Look at this.” Chris guided the two of them to a stand selling fur rugs, leather biker chaps, and Indian Dreamcatchers. Chris picked up a tiny metal alligator clip tethered by soft leather string to a tiny Dreamcatcher.

Wendy took one look at the tiny little metal clips which were most likely intended to hold someone’s joint after they finished smoking pot and knew what her son had in mind. “May I wear them under my shirt, Sir?” she pleaded.

“I was thinking under your skirt, but sure two for your nipples works too.”

His mother’s face was impassive. She really felt she had no choice but to comply. She wanted to ask if this was retaliation for her comments that he could have been worse earlier, but she didn’t want to sound petty. She simply nodded quietly.

“Oh no, don’t do that.” Chris said disappointed. “Don’t just whimper and comply. Why do you want to ruin my fun? Tell you what, if you can dance out your corn dog in the most hilarious way by the time I pay for them, you can wear two and Jamie gets the other two.”

Wendy wasn’t seeing how that sounded like a good deal. She did not want her daughter to have to endure the alligator clips, so her instinct was to be wary.

“But if you still have the dog clenched up that tight ass of yours, then you’ll put on all four at the cash register, and I’ll get two more to decorate Jamie. The only question would be top or bottom.”

“Yes Sir” Wendy started to pick at her ass to loosen the corn dog, accepting Chris’s conditions without question or counter-negotiation.

“Oh hell no, no fair using fingers. You were dancing pretty fly earlier. I want to see you shake that ass. Prolong it a little. If you drop it out without any flourish, I’ll buy eight of these clips.” Holding up one of the little alligator clips to emphasize his point.

Wendy followed her son around the clothes for sale in the stand with a wintry smile of anticipation for the ‘show’ she would be putting on. She was holding six identical Dreamcatchers, shaking her ass cheeks in the tight skirt she wore trying to dislodge the half-eaten corn dog while waiting for the ideal moment. She was looking for an opportunity that wouldn’t draw too much attention, but just enough her son would be amused.

There were racks of clothes that made excellent privacy barriers to other customers. Thin leggings stretched over mannequins, designed to look like jeans. Short-shorts and vest tops. “These could easily be bitch box clothes.” Wendy noted to her son. The stuff they had to wear was second-hand. The county fair seemed like a reasonable explanation as to where someone would have bought them first hand in the first place. Wendy turned her attention to a rib place next door to the clothes stand. It might be easier to get someone’s attention a few feet away than find one to do this in front of, someone right behind her in the crowded maze of clothing racks.

Wendy saw two old men sitting at a picnic table who were facing towards her. They seemed to be peacefully watching the fair, probably looking at pretty young things parading up and down the midway. “Oh dear, how foolish of me, I seemed to have dropped my Dreamcatchers.” She said obvious enough to get their attentions.

Then she touched her toes without bending her knees, something she had practiced not only during the training but for years in exercise class. She let the corn dog make its way lose. It felt like she had just dropped a turd as it landed with a thud.

She looked behind her, having their attention in the palm of her hand. “Do you see something you like, Sirs?” Fluttering her eyes and shaking her butt while still bent over. She swiveled to pick up the corn dog, put it in her mouth, licked it, pulled it back out, then put it in again to take her bite.

The old men reminded her of Statler and Waldorf, the old men who sit in the balcony and make fun of the Muppet show all night. Except, this time they were just smiling and staring dumbfounded by Wendy’s performance.

The men’s eyes were glassy and wide, as if they had seen the holy grail of fair-related accidental nudity. Wendy knew that from this angle her entire pussy was poking out of the back of the skirt. She smiled at them, and put her finger over her lips as if to say “Don’t tell anyone, this will be our little secret.” She reached behind herself as she stood up straight and inserted the corn dog between her cheeks “It’s too bad I don’t have a purse, I just have no place to keep my food, and my Dreamcatchers.”

She didn’t look back, she sashayed forward to her son who had watched the entire spectacle. “Not bad, Mom!” he congratulated her.

They continued to look at the skimpy clothes; perhaps Chris was giving her an opportunity to impress him again with her creativity and willingness to humiliate herself.

“Hard to believe I have you under my command, and here I am shopping for clothes with my mom.” Chris observed sarcastically.

“Sir, I am sorry, I didn’t make more time to go places with you. I didn’t know what we had in common. We can go if you like. I am only here because you are here. I don’t have the money or the authority to buy anything new.”

“I thought it might be a treat to do a little clothes shopping. I thought you liked that sort of thing.”

Wendy thought about explaining that her stores were far from this trailer-park mecca. She didn’t want to sound like Gerald’s mom, and she certainly didn’t want to sound ungrateful at her son’s gesture. “Thank you Sir, that is very thoughtful. When my training is over, can we sit down and talk about places we could go together, that we’d both enjoy?” she asked him.

They were already in line to pay for the Dreamcatchers. He nodded that he’d like that very much. “I don’t suppose you’d do the corn dog thing for me once the training is over?” He asked politely.

“It depends. How do you feel about shopping at Bed, Bath and Beyond or Dillard’s?” She named a few of her favorite places.

Chris made a face like he just ate sour ass at the mention of the two stores. They were the least favorite, testosterone draining stores he could think of spending time in.

“We will have to work out a trade.” She smiled at him without explaining whether she was kidding or not. They were already at the cash register and Chris paid for four with the wad of money he had come here with.

“Would you like me to wear them out, Sir?” she asked her son still standing at the front of the line.

“No” Chris answered dryly as if he were answering the most mundane question. Wendy was shocked he didn’t want her to make a spectacle in front of the diminutive Asian shopkeeper who would have been an excellent match for short round.

Noting his mother’s suspense at what he wanted her to do, he handed two of the small Dreamcatchers to her once he finished paying. “The other two are for your daughter”.

“Yes Sir, I am sure she’ll appreciate them as much as I do.”

“Of that, I have no doubt. The old guys who watched your little show. Why don’t you go ask them if they will help you put the clips on?”

“Sir?” Wendy’s eyes got wide at the thought of being that forward with the two older men. She had done some disgusting things this past week, but most of them involving other men had been at her husband’s order, not her sons. “Can I ask them to put them on my nipples, Sir?” she pleaded.

“You seem to want the clips on your nips. Why do I always give in to you?” He pinched her cheek like she was a precocious child getting extra scoops of ice cream from him.

“Thank you Sir, very generous!” Wendy said letting out the breath she had been holding in anticipation of his answer.

“Wait a second.” Chris warned her patiently before she eagerly plodded off to the BBQ place. “You’ll have to drop the corn dog while you talk to them.”

“And take a bite, and put it back, Sir?” Wendy already knew the answer. She just realized the Asian woman taking their money had overheard the entire conversation and was being annoyed by it. She apologized to the sales lady before summoning her courage to walk over to them. “I’ll give it the college try, Sir!” She promised her son, a phrase intended to invigorate her own courage more than assure him.

Wendy sauntered over to the old men who watched her approach to their picnic table. “Hello, I couldn’t help but notice you from next door at the clothes kiosk.”

They nodded quietly, surprised by her forwardness.

“Do you mind if I have a seat?” Wendy asked as if she were a Hooter’s waitress trying to earn that big tip from her customer.

Once again, they nodded.

Wendy sat on the lap of the one closest to her, put her arms around his neck and smiled at him. The twinkle in her eyes and smile on her lips helped diffuse the butterflies that were on high alert, circling in her tummy. She could see Chris was standing close enough to hear their exchange.

“So, do you want to talk about whatever pops up?” She made another little joke and they politely laughed. They were obviously somewhat intimidated by Wendy’s aggressive flirting, but their body language did not suggest she stop.

“The reason I popped over is I just bought these.” She held them up to show the men. Their faces seemed to suggest, “Oh here it comes, some scam where we have to buy these from her”.

She looked over at her son for moral support and guidance on what to do. His look of scorn shot through her. She realized she hadn’t bought the Dreamcatchers so she took a slightly more honest approach.

“I mean to say, my son bought these for me as a gift.” Wendy corrected her story. Chris nodded at his mom to continue along those lines.

“We had a little discussion about it, and he seems to think they are worn on the nipples, but I think they are supposed to be worn on the cunt lips, Sir. I thought you two seeming so wise and worldly would know how they are supposed to be worn?” Wendy’s face turned flush with embarrassment, but if the men noticed, they didn’t let on.

Wendy adjusted herself so that she could sit between them. She let her corn dog clatter on the wooden picnic table seat, and smiled at the two men. They simply looked back at her with wide eyes, but pleased faces. As she took her position flanked between them she pulled her skirt as far apart as it would go. “Would you put them on for me, Sir?” She motioned to her tits and to her crotch, but they seemed confused.

She began to lick her corn dog, flicking her tongue and playing with herself under the table with one finger. One of the old men had his hand on her knee lustily but neither made a move to attach her clips.

“Dreckige Hure?” the one with the hand on the knee said to her in what was probably German.

“ich will dich ficken” the other one who hadn’t yet spoken said more like a question than a statement.

“Do you speak any English?” Wendy asked them feeling her attempt at seduction collapsing around her.

They shook their heads in confusion. Wendy glanced at Chris who was smiling at this funny turn of events.

Wendy opened one of the alligator clips, its tiny serrated teeth not sharp enough to cut skin, but sharp enough to pinch. She held it open and let it snap closed on her finger. The pain stung, but it wasn’t worse than an annoying insect bite that never went away.

She nodded to them as if to see if they understood what she had just done. They both nodded “Yah” in agreement.

She handed each of them one of the Dreamcatchers by the clip. She gently guided the first man’s hand under her skirt, she pulled her cunt lip out for him with her finger and let him snap it. There was a click, and Wendy’s eyes almost teared up and then she smiled politely at him before repeating the same exercise with his friend.

“Thank you Sirs.” She stood up still holding the corn dog in one hand. “Would one of you be so kind, as to put this back in place?” She said to them before realizing asking was pointless. She handed one the once footlong giant dog, and helped him to guide it under her skirt. He brushed her cunt with it, and she smiled at him knowingly, nodding when he squeezed it between her cheeks.

She gave them both kisses on their bald heads, and with that walked over to her son and took his hand so that he could lead her out of there. A fat woman who had been watching this quietly from the only other nearby picnic table chose this moment to say to Wendy “You disgusting whore.”

Her son turned to her and said, “I know, isn’t it liberating that a person in America can aspire to be anything she wants?” wiping the look of disgust and condemnation right off her face. She had nothing to use as a come back to that when she was expecting instead, some explanation or defense of her behavior.

The two old men looked at one another after the slut who had breezed over to their table and for some inexplicable reason helped them to attach very painful looking alligator clips to her pussy lips and smiles spread across their lips. They would puzzle at her reasons for sitting with them for many years to come.

“Owie, Owie, Owie” Wendy was now writhing in pain as the clips bit into her cunt lips. She wasn’t bleeding, but the pressure was extremely uncomfortable, to the point she could think of nothing else.

“Oh quit your belly-aching, mom! You think that is anything compared to what Jamie is probably feeling on that clit of hers?”

“No sir, hers is probably worse.” Wendy panted in exasperation trying to keep up with her son, clench the corn dog, and manage to not let the two Dreamcatchers dangling out of the bottom of her skirt get tangled.

“Oh, oh” Wendy found herself making silly noises in a vain attempt to mitigate the sharp pain on her sore pussy lips. “Is that Jamie, Sir?” she pointed in the distance at a girl with long blonde hair.

Chris angled them closer, past a place that sold old video game systems and action figures which may have held his interest on any other night. The girl had high cheekbones, a button nose, blue eyes like his sister, and just as tall but she was clearly not Jamie. She was walking hand in hand with a man old enough to be her father. “Wow, what a coincidence.” Chris noted to himself.

His mother was hopping from foot to foot, puffing air and blowing it out of her mouth to keep her mind off her pain.

“Well that was a waste, but I do recognize this little douche.” Chris put his hand on his friend Gerald’s shoulder to get his attention. Gerald was checking out some vintage Pokemon Nintendo 64 cartridges when he saw his friend.

“Hey buddy! Where is Jamie?” he asked looking Mrs. Taylor up and down with absolutely no concern for what may be the reason she was acting so strangely.

“Dad’s got her, So I get to kick around this sack of shit.” He slapped his mother’s butt, paying no attention to her pain as well. He acted as if it may be a desperate cry for attention while he caught up with his friend.

Gerald explained that the family split up for a few hours. “Everyone seemed to be getting on each other’s nerves, so we are supposed to meet back at the entrance later.” He sounded disappointed in the outcome of ‘family fun time’.

“I still can’t believe your mom lets you boss her around like this.” Gerald glanced at Wendy, but was clearly talking to his friend.

“You know all males are superior to females, and that you are following the natural order of things to take instruction and discipline from me, don’t you Mom?” Chris asked his mother for confirmation that this was indeed the way things were.

“Yes Sir” she was trying to adjust to her pain as she added, “Taylor men come first. It is so nice to see you again Gerald.” she could feel her nipples hardening in response to the surge of pain in her pussy, blood was pumping through her body.

“I wish I could get my mom and sister to do that.” Gerald said admiring the situation Chris had.

“I didn’t know you had a sister, dude?”

“Gloria? She goes to your school? I am surprised you never saw her before.” Gerald told him, the boys ignoring Wendy’s suffering completely while they talked. “She didn’t come with us tonight, because she had a date. You didn't even know I had an older brother!”

“That could be because all we talk about is legos, star wars, and video games!” Chris nodded in understanding. “She must run in a more popular circle than mine. You’d get off on your mom having to be your little bitch?”

“Who wouldn’t? Waiting on me hand and foot, attentive to my every need.” Gerald made Wendy's service sound less perverted, and more like just being a very giving mother.

“Yeah, but you gotta watch em like a hawk, spank their asses, teach them who is boss. It gets exhausting.” Chris didn't sound completely convincing that he minded all that much doing those things, largely, because he was enjoying the responsibilities that came along with the authority.

“Douche, can I ask, why is your mom spazzing out?” Gerald asked, finally noting Wendy's pained gyrations. His curiosity about whatever was bothering her finally getting the best of him. He had heard all of these affirmations from Jamie when he had gone on dates with her, it didn’t shock him to hear Wendy answer that way.

“She is on a dare where she has to carry a corn dog all the way around the midway in her ass crack.”

“…and it’s piping hot?” Gerald said with just a hint of sadism.

“No, it was earlier. She has to eat a bite every time it drops to the ground.”

“Sick dude!” Gerald’s words were disapproving, but the tone he said it in was like congratulations on a job well done.

“Yeah, she is hopping around because I made her ask some guys to attach some clips to her pussy lips, and she is such a big baby!” He turned to look at his mom as he said the last part of the sentence to register his disappointment, she was still writhing in pain, trying to control her breathing.

“Can you rent her out to me to date?” Gerald looked appraisingly at Mrs Taylor as if she were prime rib hanging in the meat department.

“Mom, would you like me to rent you out to Gerald?”

“If he wants.” she made a breath that sounded like “Hoo-Haaa” and started to fan her crotch. “I would think I am too old for him, and he would prefer Jamie since she is closer to his own age.” Wendy didn't want to be rented out, least of all to Gerald. At that moment her answer was given without truly thinking it out due to her discomfort.

“And Prettier” Chris said aloud.

His mom agreed, stepping from side to side to distract herself from her throbbing pain. It was starting to dawn on her that Chris was negotiating to sell her mouth to Gerald. Where would this end? Like an emerging Napoleon, would he settle for conquering one Country or go on to take everything. Every time Wendy accepted the line, Chris moved it just a little bit on her. Was he willing to do anything that pops into his mind without any regard for consequences to anyone (including himself) or did he have an internal filter that suggested he stop pushing?

Was it fair she be rented out this way? It didn't feel like it to Wendy, at the same time she could see this as an opportunity to protect her daughter from Chris escalating things with her, if she was willing to 'suck it up'.

“Yeah, but your mom let’s people play with her pussy. Would she suck my dick?” Gerald asked Chris.

Chris in turn asked his Mom the same question.

“If you’ll promise not to put these clips on us, yes Sir.” she begged pleadingly without thinking.

“Done deal” Chris told his mom before singing to Gerald “Oh-wee oh-wee-oh, Jungle Love! 15 bucks little man, put that shit in my hand. If that money doesn’t show, then you owe me, owe me, owe!” He quoted from an obscure movie only the two of them recognized.

“Fifteen?” Gerald acted like this was a tremendous imposition, pulled out a wad of twenties and insisted on five dollars in change. “If she is good, I’ll want to rent her for a whole night, where can we do this at?”

Gerald seemed to act very mature when it came to this topic. The same young man who had only hours earlier begged his parents for a picture with someone dressed up as SpongeBob.

“How about the port-a-potties?” Chris didn’t need to point in their direction, the foul odor blowing from them told the three where they were. Chris added Gerald’s money to his own sizable wad of cash. Chris hadn’t worked for this money, but the look on his face told Wendy he enjoyed his transaction with Gerald immensely.

Wendy hopped behind her son, in disbelief she had just agreed to this. She had only a few minutes ago been thanking him for not taking things past a line, and now he was whoring her out to his friend. She wondered if her thanking her son for not pushing her past certain lines had actually goaded him into insisting on this, or if he just didn’t see the big deal in what he was demanding.

“Can I take off the clips, Sir?” she asked her son as they made their way into the unisex plastic portable toilets area. She hated to sound pathetic, but she heard the genuine begging in her voice. It was the element of half-crying, and urgency that was missing from her forced begging of Uncle Creepy earlier.

“Have you sucked Gerald’s dick yet, mom?”

“No sir?” Wendy answered that she hadn't, more in the form of a question like “Do I really have to do this, Sir?”

“Hand Gerald the Dreamcatchers so he can lead you into the port-a-potty by your cunt, since you think with your cunt, you can get out of everything simply by flashing it. When he thinks you’ve given him a good enough blowjob, he’ll pull those off.” Chris's answer was one of someone who had already decided and was past any sort of negotiation.

“Sir, please…they are so tight, I think they’ll pull off my skin.”

“Awww, so your cunt would hurt and that should make me lose sleep, why?”

Wendy handed the round-spoked Dreamcatchers connected by clip to her precious pussy lips to Gerald without another word. She knew further discussion would only be overheard by strangers and she was in little position to negotiate.

She had to walk behind Gerald almost belly to his back, because the Dreamcatchers weren’t very long as leashes go. “My son would like you to lead me by my cunt, the way I’ve led people around with it.” She was almost in tears as she offered her lead to Gerald.

“Oh is she going to cry? I don’t want my first blowjob ever where the girl is sobbing.” Gerald asked his friend.

“If she cries I’ll give you your money back and punish her, I promise.” Chris was acting magnanimous. He eyed his mother with a look that said “Suck it up, bitch!”

“Sir, would you hold my corn dog?” They had found an open port-a-potty and Gerald was leading her in with him.

Chris said “No, part of the dare is you find a way to not drop it. Hope you don’t let it fall in there, or you like chocolate on your dog!!” he waved her in. Wendy barely had time to notice the shock on people’s faces who were standing in lines for other porta-a-potties to see two people enter at the same time.

The fiberglass door slammed shut on its own weight, and Gerald turned the occupied sign to ‘on’ which in turn bolted the door. The floor was covered in wet mud, at least Wendy hoped it was the mud of countless dirty shoes and not something else.

Gerald unbuckled his pants and let them drop around his ankles. “C’mon, let’s hurry. I want to meet up with my brother. There is a sweet mint Vinyl Cape Jawa action figure out there, and I don’t think the guy selling it knows how valuable it is.”

Wendy had no idea how valuable it was either, or what a Jawa was. “Please don’t tell anyone, Jamie, like your brother. Let’s keep this between us, Sir?” She was already touching his cock, stroking it softly to get it hard.

“Why? You are a whore, your daughter knows that.”

Wendy spit on her right hand, and began to stroke Gerald with her moistened palm. She guided his other hand to her boob and let him feel under her shirt. He couldn’t see her smile at him, but he could hear it in the change of her voice. “Gerald, if you want to play with me like this, I probably have no choice in the matter until the week is up.”

She used her hand to pull the waistband of her skirt down slowly.

Gerald seemed to be agreeing with her, she had his full attention.

She passed his uncut dick, still in its sheathe but semi-hard on the way down to the ground to pull her skirt off. It made her picture Rosco’s lipstick like dick and gave her the creeps. Instead of shivering she summoned the courage to give the tip a small kiss on the way back up.

“But if so, then I only have to do as much as my daughter does, which is I suppose pulling you off?” She looked down at her hand, stroking his cock trying to block out the guilt of playing with such a young guy. He was obviously no stranger to masturbation, it wasn’t like she was corrupting the innocent, she told herself.

“So if you want me to play nice with you, be generous.” She bent at the knee, slapping her skirt over her shoulder to free up her other hand so she could hold his bony hips close to her face. She let her breath play out on his dick as she said, “And suck your cock, Gerald.” in the most suggestive way. She was looking up at his face in the darkness for some sign of a reaction. She could only assume he was swooning, lost to the hold the release of orgasm had over good judgment.

“Then you’ll keep this between Chris, you and I. If you go out with Jamie, and you want to pay my son to have me come and finish you, you can think about her, while I do this.” She opened her mouth and puffed on his erect penis, letting her saliva paint it like a wooden fence post.

Wendy realized young boys are going to have a tough time keeping their mouth shut about things like this. Even Senators seem to have a tough time keeping their mouth shut about things like this. It would be her word against his if it gets around though, although she wasn't exactly in a position to seem entirely credible. At least making this promise, would be better than the alternative of him simply going to Jamie and her wanting to do whatever her Mom had to do.

Her mouth worked his cock like a well-oiled machine humming up and down, its pistons moving in perfect timing.

He moaned soft and low, completely in her power like a helpless maiden having been visited by the vampire through her window on a moonlit night.. Except of course it was a disgusting bathroom, and he was a young kid, and she a grown woman sucking cock.

She broke the suction of her mouth on his dick with a pop. She had practiced sucking dick many times, not just on her husband this past week. She felt her tongue was performing exquisitely, and she wanted confirmation that if she does this for Gerald, he’ll keep it between them.

“If you tell anyone else, or Chris tells anyone else besides some of Jamie’s other customers, then I’ll only do what she does, do we have an understanding, Sir?” her voice now dripping of feminine seduction.

“Yes Ma’am” Gerald sighed in ecstasy.

Playfully she told him, “You don’t have to call me Ma’am, you can call me your slut, your dirty little cocksucker, Sir.” she played her teeth nibbling on the underside of his dick. While squatting she felt the corndog finally drop to the floor, it had been inevitable that it would fall from between her ass cheeks. It was just as well, it gave her more mobility to get under Gerald’s dick.

The head seem to emerge from its sheath, as she worked her tongue inside the folds of flesh hiding it, to his groans. “Do you want to cum for me, Gerald? Cum in my mouth.” She begged him seductively as though she needed it fed to her.

He gripped the Dreamcatchers still in his hands like the reins of a horse, pulling hard and causing Wendy to almost bite down hard on his cock in her mouth. Fortunately, for Gerald, she stopped herself before she did. Wendy was using her moist hand to help guide his dick into her mouth and caressing him with the other. She took both and felt without seeing until she reached his hand that was holding her by the Dreamcatchers. She guided him to her pussy, squatting before him, he had to bend awkwardly to reach.

“It’s wet for you Gerald.” She hated to admit it was wet for a lot of reasons, but she never let on to Gerald. She wanted him to think that right now he is the Sun and she turns for him and him alone. “You can play with me, but please remove the Dreamcatchers, Sir.” She let him run his fingers along her clit hood, stopping to touch the ring of her piercing.

Gerald clumsily unclipped the alligator clips attached to the Dreamcatchers and whispered, “Mission accomplished, they already caught my dreams.” in a throaty voice, before his eyes rolled up, and his muscles clenched and he began to squirt.

Wendy opened her mouth to catch most of the boy’s cum. Some spilled on the floor right before she could get it all. She was sure no one would notice in this darkened filth. She had never swallowed when married to Bill. She hadn’t seen the point in it after she had gone down on him, with what happens to the seed afterward. This past week, she had learned how men seemed to enjoy the feeling of power it gave them over a woman who did it. It was a teaspoon at most of sour, salty goo, and she had tasted cum at least twice a day for a week.

“Thank you, Sir.” She dabbed the side of her mouth as if to get the last little drop of cum.

“You are welcome.” He was breathless. He sat his bare ass back on the open port-a-potty toilet.

Wendy squatted down to get the corndog and tried to wipe it off, before putting her skirt back on.

“What is that on your ass?” Gerald was still catching his breath.

Wendy tried to look behind her, dusting off her ass. “I don’t know Sir, Did I get it?” She asked with concern.

“Stand up, it says something.” He was squinting.

She stood up still naked from the waist down, holding a dirty corn dog in her left hand. “It says whore, we got them tonight, Sir.” Facing away from him she couldn’t see his reaction.

There was a pregnant pause. Then Gerald burst into laughter at her expense. “I thought you only had a week of this, why in the hell would you get a tattoo?”

Until that moment, Wendy hadn’t thought about the tattoo since earlier in the night. The way he said it, it didn’t make sense why she had the tattoo. “It was kind of an impulse, Sir”. She tried to explain how one thing led to another, but couldn’t over his uproarious laughter.

Chris could be heard outside pacing. “Okay Gerald, I am going to charge late fees. You’ve got to be done by now, Douche Ackbar.”

Gerald pulled his pants up in one clean motion without wiping his dick off. He opened the port-a-potty door without any concern for who might see Wendy who was still stripped bottomless and told his friend “It’s a Trap!”

Wendy wasn’t sure if that was a barb directed at her, but it amazed her at how much power she had over Gerald. She could have gotten him to agree to anything. Now that he had cum, he couldn’t be in the same general area as her or give her eye contact. She dressed, and carried her Dreamcatchers and corn dog back out to her son.

They were palling around, just joking when she walked up. “Sir, did you have fun?” She smiled at Gerald, her tone like that of a Mom who asked you if you had fun on a sleepover at someone’s house.

“Yes, but I so can’t believe you and Jamie got tattoos, I can’t wait to see hers!”

Wendy hadn’t had time for remorse about the tattoos in a while. She just gave him a wintry smile and held up her other order of business.

“Wow Mom, you’ve only got about 25% left to go on that Corn Dog.” Chris’s comment was meant to scare as much as warn, but his mom seemed non-plussed. The consequences of losing the dare to her daughter didn’t bother her as much as having to eat the corn dog had. She had been taking big bites in the hopes she’d be done with it sooner.

“A corn dog, for a horn dog!” Gerald’s tone was mocking of her, but she only returned his smile accepting his insult.

“This is how I sucked your Gerald’s dick, Sir” Wendy’s answer was a methodical recreation of the highlights of how she had licked and loved on Gerald’s pecker until he shot his load. There was no doubt that some of the people heading to the port-a-potties saw, a few college frat guys even yelling a celebratory “OH!!!”

Hardly anyone did notice her acting slutty in the darkened alcove lined with a wall of port-a-potties. Wendy imagined there may have been a mother who took her son by the hand and pulled him away from the ‘naughty woman’, but if that had happened, she didn’t see it. Instead, people brusquely moved right past them, ignoring her little recreation.

Gerald and Chris watched, not taking their eyes off her. When she finished, she bit into the dog simulating her taking Gerald’s cum into her wide open mouth.

Chris turned to Gerald “Next time is gonna be twenty.”