The Family Feud IV

Chapter Thirty-One
Jamie’s Journal: I Shit You Knot

**Note to reader: This is an excerpt of Jamie’s journal from Wednesday approximately 6:30pm from her perspective. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

CASH EARNINGS WEDNESDAY

WENDY: $385
JAMIE: $345

I was standing in a dirty motel room with my mother – I had my ‘license’ in my mouth and naturally, I was naked.

“Those are really nice turd-cutters,” Peter commented on our assholes. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach that a part of me was pleased by the validation of being judged. A lifetime of trying to gain acceptance in dance and ballet recitals, cheer squads, goes down hard. The other part was shocked I was letting someone stare at my asshole in the first place.

“You know my sister can swallow two strings, and in an hour they will come out the other end tied in a knot.” Chris said seriously – I don’t remember him ever trying this with me.

“Really?” Peter was astounded.

“I shit you knot!” I knew Chris had been joking all along. I have to admit sometimes I cannot help but laugh at his jokes – even when I turn out to be both the metaphorical and literal butt of those jokes.

“We used to keep them without anything crammed up their asses all the time, but Dad felt they needed to keep them occupied” Chris walked behind me to have a good look. “You know, you are right. I think the diamond plug peeking out of their ass cheeks is a good sign of their obedience, but I really like seeing their balloon knots – I like that term. Ladies, take each other’s ass plugs out of your mouths and thank Peter for making this suggestion.”

“Thank you Peter” mom and I were in unison as we answered sweetly. There was a coy almost patronizing tone to our voice that underscored the creepiness of how sugar coated our response was – like dual teacher’s pets thanking the teacher for another gold star on our extra credit.

“I didn’t say keep them out of your mouth forever,” Chris chuckled and ordered us to put them back the other way around so we could clean them. “That’s it, really suck and wash those plugs,” my brother giggled at our humiliation. I really couldn’t taste anything too disgusting on my own buttplug – but I had not eaten all day either and I was probably not too particularly discriminating, even something to suck on was welcome.

“Who has a tighter pussy?” Peter asked and I could feel my asshole pucker at the question. There was something intensely humiliating about standing there and being judged and how casually he asked the question. I felt like we were horses and he was asking who was the better ride.

“Well, actually I’ve never fucked my mom, but I’ve had my fingers in there, and Jamie and I were both born out of it so I guess my sister’s is tighter,” My brother was answering just as casually but there was a coyness to his voice that he was having fun comparing us this way.

All I could think about was weeks ago when mother and I held all the cards about the casual way she asked me about Chris and Dad’s cock size and how their balls hung - Fair was fair.

I can also say that I am still as vain as always because I was hoping to hear him say I was tight. I’ve fucked a lot of guys in the last few days – but still! It would be nice to hear him say it.

“Damn, you can do all this to her and you never fucked her?” Peter was surprised –I suppose given how things work in our family that is a fair question.

“Well, I’ve fucked her in the ass, and she’s sucked my dick, and licked my cum off Jamie’s cunt, does that count?” Chris was still being playfully coy. He was attaching clothespins we bought at the J-mart to my nipples and clit and pulling as he did. I did my best to keep my eyes open and not wince or flinch.

“How did that sweet-sweet cum taste when you licked off your daughter’s sweet-sweet pussy?” Peter asked my mom with sheer joy dripping off every syllable.

“Swfeet, sir?” my mom mumbled around the butt plug. I have to admit –her confused and surprised response even amused me a little.

“I bet it did, I bet it did!” Peter rolled off our dirty bed and straightened his clothes.

“I’m going to punish you last, “My brother promised my mother – I wasn’t sure why she was getting special treatment or what I had done that wasn’t pleasing. “You two get down on all fours and get your enemas, then I will let you milk each other while you hold them in.” I dutifully obeyed my brother - wondering if this was part of the punishment or if his casual command was the eye before the storm.

“Notice how Ass fart’s nipples are pink, soft and about the size of a quarter while your Mom’s are dark and much bigger, what is that all about?” Peter’s tone was skeptical as if maybe there was something wrong us. I have to admit even though I accept being called a skank, a slut, a whore, and a cunt that something about him perverting ‘Ass face’ crept under my skin.

“Well, obviously mom’s tits are fake,” Chris held up one of my mom’s bulbous orbs like a trophy and let it jiggle back in place. He didn’t do the same to mine – as if they were somehow inferior.

“Yeah, natural is much nicer,” Peter had a way of sending me on a confidence rollercoaster ride – up and down again. I wondered though if he was just being kind? I wondered if I was reading too much subtext into my brother’s holding up my mother’s tit – he did call them ‘fake’ afterall? Men can be so hard to understand.

We keep stretching and fattening up the nipples though. The piercings really make them stand up, you know what I mean?” Chris flicked my nipples with his finger and tugged the clip forward to prove his point – making me feel like a sixth grade science exhibit. I wondered if these fat, sensitive handles on my chest were ever going to deflate after this is over.

And when would it be over? Hadn’t I just volunteered to be a whore for as long as it took? I can be so conflicted – a part of me feels that there is no other choice but to finish what we started but a part of me is wondering if we hadn’t already finished it – and maybe it would be nice not to have my nipples freshly squeezed and abused.

“Yeah, their nipples make me stand up too,” Peter joked like a horny hobbit from a Steve Jackson film. “I think I like your mom’s pussy more overall though,” His judgment stung a little but I didn’t make a face – I just remained on all fours spread wide“The daughter has sort of just a thin line and then her clit hood is sticking out. Your mom on the other hand has sort of a meaty pocket of folds, it looks extra juicy.”

“Ass face’s cunt would be a hairless slit if we didn’t have the piercing in her clit. They pulled it out of her pussy so that it is always being stimulated and exposed,” Chris was talking about the clit ring that dangled out of my pussy – it felt like a tiny dick always flipping and rubbing against clothes. The cool air in the room and their discussion of my body was making me strangely aroused – I was turning pink with embarrassment.

“Damn, maybe I changed my mind on which honey-hole I like more. So you are always wet, little girl?” Peter must have noticed the wetness dripping down my cunt. Then again I am sure his eye had been there the whole time – there was no point in denying it.

“Yes sir, I am almost always at least slightly aroused, and turned on,”I wasn’t ALWAYS this wet but it seemed almost anything could trigger it since I got the piercings. I looked over at my mom to give her a supportive smile of solidarity but I could see her wince. I wondered if she was always a little wet too?

I couldn’t help but think about the “Roscoe story” I was supposed to tell her. I had managed to dodge the bullet several times. Even though I had done it and it was now known by Dad and Chris, Cathy, David and the Waxermans – I had a second gasp of humiliation thinking about having to recount this to my mom. Even she had probably not done anything that disgusting and perverted. Would we have to do it more? How would that help us make money for the house?

Maybe they would expect us to do it just to keep us submissive and continually reinforcing us as dirty little whores. It sure was working being treated like little playthings to be poked and inspected this way.

“Stop flirting, and get on the ground –so I can clean the shit out of your fat asses,” Chris playfully kicked my back – I had been arching myself up like a cat who was about to spring. I hadn’t even realized I wasn’t splayed out on all fours like I was supposed to be.

My brother crammed the fleet enema up my asshole as hard as he could. He showed no mercy as he drove the plastic nozzle from the two dollar plastic bottle right in. I had learned to take it well enough that it was only uncomfortable. Then he gave it a squeeze to get the saline solution flowing in my backdoor.

“How often do you guys do enemas?” Peter had lain back down on the bed to observe us getting washed out from above.

“We like to clean them out of all the shit they’ve got packed away at least once a day, the rig we have at home is really nice. It is a double bag model and we had a goat milker we could turn on when they were getting the enema!” Chris answered like we were prize ferrets and he was describing our cages.

“Oh wow, they get so much water packed up their backside, I bet you can hear the ocean when you put your ear to your mom’s butthole.” Peter quipped.

I wanted to turn my head and laugh at his joke – but I knew he wasn’t cracking jokes for my benefit.
I could see a broad grin spread across my mom’s face and a twinkle in her eye. It was amazing how these kinds of jokes had sort of grown on both of us. When Chris started telling jokes a few weeks ago – I admit we both didn’t laugh but it kind of helped to deal with the utter absurdity of the situation.

Mom didn’t laugh – if we had we might have dropped the enema and been in for a punishment. Instead, she wiggled her butt playfully while it drained into her ass . I did likewise - That seemed to please the guys.

“We have a neighbor who gave us this recipe for Waxerman’s Magical Wonder Tonic – you use pepper, lemon juice, hot sauce, milk and a little castor oil - It definitely binds them up and cleans them out.” I got a knot in my stomach just thinking about that horrible pain – then again I was getting a knot because my body was already reacting to the saline and telling me to expel it back out the hole it came in from.

“You two spill a drop of it and you will lick it up! You have five minutes to milk each other, Mom you go first and then Jamie is second. I will tell you when you have reached the half-way point.” I guess Chris could read my mind about worry that I was going to spill my juice. I could also read the look on my mom’s face that she noticed he called me Jamie instead of something nasty. I hadn’t heard my old name in so long it didn’t even sound right anymore.

I wondered if calling me Jamie was just an accident or if his mind was on Dad not being there – like it was in the back of mine.

Mom got to her knees and put her fingers under my chest like she was milking a cow. Then she gave me a strong squeeze and crushed my nipples under her thumb. I hate to admit I could feel myself getting turned on and a subtle orgasm washed over me. Chris and Peter didn’t notice but I felt myself getting musky and warm all over as my mom pulled my tits hard until I started to drip creamy milk into the bowl she put under me.

I closed my eyes and squinted hard – it was a challenge to get turned on and keep the enema in my butt at the same time. I didn’t want the guys to think I was being absent minded or getting off on this treatment because that would mean more punishment – but I could tell mom was on to me.

She always knew – she could read me like a book.

We haven’t had time to talk and compare notes in days and there are some things we share so openly – we have this shared connection that we’ve developed by sharing this humiliation and discipline. Then there are other things – things I am conflicted about that just don’t seem to make sense for me to share with her or anyone – even you journal.

“Okay time!”my brother ordered us to switch positions and me to milk my mom. I was still high on the quiet orgasms that she was setting off like chain reactions inside of me –and all over my body. I yanked her tits a lot harder than I had intended but she didn’t seem to mind. It wasn’t long before I had her squirting milk in the same dish I had placed under her boobs.

“Can I drink that at the end?” Peter sounded so creepy – as I pictured him chugging the white fluid that we had just milked out of each other I wondered why he would. Then again – men are hard to understand.

“Gross, normally I make them lap it up like kitties,” Chris explained.

“Boi-oh-oing, oing!!!” Peter made a spring noise with his mouth – to emphasize how hot he thought that was.

Mom spit out her buttplug onto the carpet and bolted for the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if she was going to throw up or expel the enema but I had a feeling it might be both.

On instinct I got up and ran with my mom. I think I could have held mine in – but I made a snap decision and ran into the bathroom with her. I guess we really are ‘partners in crime’. I squatted one leg over the toilet bowl splitting it 50/50 with my mother as I squirted the brown backwash from the enema into the toilet.

“I am sorry Master, I am so Sorry,” Mom pleaded as we both pushed out the gross solution into the dirty toilet.

Chris was already standing over us “You weren’t told to release and you certainly aren’t allowed to use a toilet bowl like one of us! You little fucking drippy-cunted bitches!” There was fire in his eyes, “You aren’t taking me seriously are you?”

He grabbed my mom by her hair and twisted the clothes pin attached to my nipple ring hard as he yanked us up off the toilet. We were thankfully just finished releasing all the water back into the basin. I had managed to keep my mom’s ‘passport’ in my mouth –by now I was able to tell it apart from my own by the subtle differences in how it felt on my tongue.

“You dropped Pussy Fart’s plug, you need to put it back in your mouth!”Chris demanded of mom. She replied by crawling on her hands and knees and using only her mouth retrieving my plug and sucking it in with just her teeth and tongue.

“Position one!” Chris commanded of us outside of the bathroom. I was still very wet – not just from my orgasms but the wetness of a sloppy enema release out of my ass. I had no choice but to assume the standard position as commanded. Tits out – knees bent slightly and hands pulling my ass cheeks apart. I felt like I was caught in a perpetual perverted game of ‘Simon Sez’ following his orders.

“Gross bro, aren’t you going to let them wipe after all that ass-blasting they just did in the toilet?”

“Why waste toilet paper on skanky cunts – when they can use their tongues for something other than bitching that Dad isn’t here? Chris said while Peter and him stood in front of us.

“Yeah, save a tree – feed a ho’” Peter agreed with an evil glint in his eye.

I felt like Mom wanted to say something but she thought better of trying to around the butt plug in her mouth.

As mean as Chris and Peter were being to us, I took solace in the fact that if my mom was willing to submit to this – then so would I.

“Take those plugs out of your big mouths, what are your big mouths good for?”

“Sucking and swallowing, Master?” I answered with just a hint of a question in my tone.

“You don’t sound like you are sure? Are you sure it doesn’t include licking?” Chris had his hands on his hips –sternly staring at me.

“Yes Master,,” I gushed enthusiastically – I can’t help but think I always sound like a cheerleader even when I am trying to be serious.

“Licking stamps?” Peter interrupted with a snarky joke.

“Anything or anyone my master wants me to lick, Sir” I said –trying to sound less like an overly-optimistic cheerleader and more like a serious and obedient slut.

“Good answer, Ass face” Peter gave me complement – but I noticed the subtext that he had at least chosen to get my name right and that was strangely gratifying.

Is it completely surreal that ‘Ass face’ sounds more familiar than ‘Jamie’ now?

“Get down so your shoulders and tits touch the ground, ass up, Ho!” Chris slapped my tits with his hand and I did as I was told.

“Clean off your dirty daughter, slut!” Chris demanded and I could feel my mother fall in behind me and spread me with her hands before laying into me with her tongue to clean me off.

“Tongue punch that fart box!” Peter egged her on and my mom seemed to respond enthusiastically – even though she was licking my cunt first, while Chris giggled at his friend’s crude order.

I still grapple with how the strange sensations I feel – especially when my mom’s tongue expertly darts and flicks my clit and deep into my pussy – and then all around my asshole. I know it’s Jerry Springer level incest and totally taboo – but she is really good and it was getting me off big time.

I wonder if my mom feels that too? She seems to thrive on this control and discipline. She has always been the leader of the household from as long as I can remember – and I knew she had been a high level executive at her Company. Was it somehow surrendering this authority she had felt good as long as she knew there was some purpose to it? That the reinforcement she was getting from the discipline – even in the tiny things like being supervised and monitored as we cleaned each other fed into her desire to continue it?

I question really – why are we - why does she need this discipline in order to continue to operate as a whore? Should I think too hard about it? Should you dear journal?

Dad had let her out of this discipline, and she could have continued to be a whore on the street without discipline if she really wanted too. However, some how she needs this treatment to keep her justifications for doing it? Maybe she secretly gets off on it?

Maybe I secretly get off on it? That is a really wicked and perverted thought for me to put out there – but there it is and there it will lie without further comment. A question I don’t know that I want the answer too – if I give it too much thought I might just reach a conclusion.

I was grinding my twat into my mother’s face when I finally stopped day-dreaming and I felt a hard slap to my ass with the broom handle as Chris jolted me back to reality an pulled my mother’s head away by her hair.

Maybe it wasn’t so secret I was getting off on parts of this – they all new I orgasm like some kind of chicken on caffeine and can’t control my spasms and mewling – but that was in response to physical stimulus. I think the jury is still out on the mental and spiritual side of this.

“I am sorry Sir!” I proactively apologized for my reckless gyrations like I was talking to Mrs. Waxerman.

“Why be sorry? I was loving watching your leg nervously twitch as you got your pussy ate out,” Peter was the first to question me.

“Only a wicked slut gets turned on by this treatment, Sir” I said with practiced precision – an answer I had to give from early affirmations when they caught us getting aroused.

“Then you my dear, are one wicked slut and so is your mother,” Peter laughed callously while my mom remained dutifully in front of my pussy with her tongue out and mouth open.

My brother was not as amused. “What are you doing ass fuck? You are supposed to let mom clean you, not get off on it.” He hit me a second time -hard across my ass cheeks with a broom but this time hard and fast – the broom whistled in the air. It was not just hard – there was a malice behind it.

“We AGREED to do this, you motherfucker! Yeah that’s right, I called you a sadistic motherfucker because that is what you are. You don’t have to be so fucking mean and hurtful to us, you are supposed to keep us in line, not beat the snot out of us!!” is what I would have said –if I felt like speaking the first thing on my mind.

Instead, I just stared at my brother – feeling the smarts from the way he laid into me like he was trying to hit a homerun with the broom handle and my ass was the ball.

Mom stopped eating me out and stared up at me – deep into my eyes. I wondered if she was imploring me to accept what was given or to go off on my brother.

The immediate shock of the snap from the broom had faded but it still smarted – and my rage over being hit that way had passed with it. I realized I am the one who is the slave here and we did agree to rough treatment. I took my hands off my mother’s head and reached slowly behind my back to pull my ass cheeks apart as wide as I could. It always feels like I am holding melons when I do that – why can’t I have boobs as big as my butt?

I know everyone says I am skinny and good looking, but for some reason I can’t seem to believe no matter how many times I am told I am not carrying around about ten extra pounds of ass than I should. I guess that is silly teenage girl vanity.

“I am sorry Master. I know that was wrong of me, Cow tits, would you please clean my ass now? I was getting too much pleasure from your tongue on my cunt. Thank you, Sir, for reminding me of my place.” I tried to sound like the obedient and positive cheerleader everyone thinks of me as – but my voice cracked just a tiny bit – at the sudden realization that my place as his sister was to accept this treatment everyday all the time.

This sneaking thought that maybe now that we have crossed this door – this is how it was going to be between us and he could always treat me like this – we’d never be equals again.

Then again – I was never really equals with Chris. I think I did get more attention and accolades and so maybe this just was the fairest karma can be to even things out between us.

“Good,” Chris seemed to approve of my response “but you don’t ask your mom to do anything anymore,” he ordered mom to clean out my asshole and put the broom down. I wondered if he was as conflicted or felt a little guilty that maybe he had gone too far with that last broom strike – maybe it had been an accident?

I would give anything to be inside his head and be able to understand him better.

I wonder if it was bothering him to treat us this way on the inside and his humor at our predicament was a defensive mechanism? It had to be – at least some of the time.

“I kind of want to fill up the bottle with piss and give them a piss enema,” Peter said as if that awkward exchange hadn’t just happened – maybe he was just trying to change the vibe in the room.

“You can do that next time, at the end I give them an inspection and if their booties are clean and empty we’ll get them back outside so they can start filling them with dicks.” My brother was pushing my mom’s face into my crack to urge her cleaning tongue- she really didn’t need it because she was doing just fine on her own. I hate to admit my mom is really awesome at rim jobs. I know how creepy that sounds but it is true.

It was my turn to eat my mother out and I took my place kneeling in front of her bare pussy. I could see the long needle that had been put in her clit and I was surprised it didn’t seem to bother her. I wanted to mention that maybe Chris should take it out but I knew better. I just licked around it – maybe I could give her some relief.

“Nigger dicks, Mexican dicks, Haitian dicks, old men dicks, big dicks, needle dicks, which dicks do you like least, little girl?” Peter reminded me of a gnome from a fairy tale talking in rhyme and riddle. I know that sounds awful like I am making fun of his shortness but when he lets down the tough-guy act he comes across like a smart-alecky sprite who would be a sidekick on a tinkerbell cartoon.

“Dog dicks, I think” Chris hinted about Roscoe. I didn’t see Peter or my mom’s reaction to that – but I may have accidentally bit down on her clit ring when it caught me off-guard. I felt a wash of shame waft over me that mom was going to hear I was a dog fucker now. I know that sounds crazy considering all the nasty and outrageously disgusting things we’ve done but somehow this seemed even worse – like it crossed an imaginary gray line.

“Actually, all dick is welcome in any of my holes, Sir” I delivered in one of those trademark goofy Jamie “Sweeter-than-thou” voices I do sometimes when I am nervous. I know other people think it sounds sweet as a peach but I always feel so self-conscious. I think I sound like Taylor Swift trying to give an awkward acceptance speech for yet another award.

“Boy-oh-oing-Boying!” Peter seemed to like what I said or how I said it.. “My boner just got a boner!” the guys both laughed.

“Yo dawg, I heard you liked hard dicks, so I put a hard dick on your hard dick, so you can fuck your bitch, while you fuck your bitch!” Chris did a variation of his ‘pimp my ride’ joke and I actually smiled a little while I licked my mother’s increasingly wet slit before being ordered to finish on her ass.

“I like the tattoo work, reminds me of a guy’s tattoo parlor not too far from here,” Peter said while we lubed up on the carpet afterwards – in order to shave each other.

“Thank you sir, we got it at the county fair.” I said in the same dumb Taylor Swift voice but I didn’t get the same over the top reaction from Peter.

“I got a tattoo,” Peter rolled up his sleeve to show his 51% motherfucker, and 49% Sonavabitch tattoo. Then he joked “In your case, you are 100% motherfucker” to Chris – Peter obviously really was impressed with Chris. I can’t help but feel mom and I contributed to Chris’s new found confidence in himself by being obedient towards him.

“Technically, I am 100% son of a bitch, and brother of one too,” Chris laughed and gave me a snarky glance. I just smiled sweetly in response – let him have his fun at my expense.

They continued to make fun of us – they were mostly throwing stuff at us to see what might stick. He joked that my mom had a ‘mustache’ of hair on her lip while we shaved and I could see a flash in my mom’s eyes that one stung her pride.

“Which one of these two is your favorite?” Peter asked while we wriggled around in each other’s arms trying to shave each other and put on a show for them.

“I dunno, I don’t think I have a favorite,” Chris was being diplomatic – but the competitor in me wanted a definitive answer.

“C’mon everyone with dogs or kids plays favorites,” I tried to keep a straight face – I wanted to hear this and my ears were perked up even though I was pretending to stay focused on shaving my mother all over.

“Nah, I try to kick both their asses evenly, it’s not fair to favor one over the other just because they are most like you is it mom?” reading between the lines it was fairly obvious Chris was talking about how I got more favoritism than he did.

“No Master, I am sorry I favored your sister and didn’t give you the attention and respect you deserve, am I making up for it now?” My mom wrapped her legs tightly around me – in a position Chris calls the “Scissor grind”. We both both have our pussies touching and our legs overlap from different directions.

“You gotta love seeing their asses like this every day, huh?” Peter once again changed the subject to once again add a little levity. It was hot and stinky in this dirty little room and I think we were all stressed – Peter’s being here was was actually helping us to keep it together.

“I have every crease in their asses memorized, even when this is over, I’ll be jerking off to the rest of this for the rest of my life,” I had kept a straight face that long – but the sudden realization that Chris would not always be my boss was like a weight off my shoulders. I know it was a silly idea – I could stop this anytime I wanted, but somehow I had this gnawing feeling that I would always be stomped on and beaten to be kept in line – I guess it was just a silly daydream born out of worry.

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face at the image of us finally going back to wearing what we wanted and not having to shave each other hairless – and Chris just jerking off to the memory of us doing it. I don’t even know – something about picturing that made me hopeful.

“What do you mean, this ends?” Peter didn’t know our whole story. I would imagine just from my journals alone it would take at least four books of thirty chapters each to tell the twisted and sordid tale up to this point – and we have so much more to go!

“Yeah, it didn’t always used to be like this between us. They have to remain my little bitch until we finish something this weekend, but after that it’s up to them.” Chris’s voice sounded as conflicted as my thoughts – where was this all going to go? He didn’t sound like he was ready to give up authority over us but at the same time he wasn’t sure he deserved it. Maybe I am reading too much between the lines – but that is what us girls do, right?

My mom must have been thinking about Chris’s words because she nicked me – right on the inner part of my ass crack. I hissed but I think if the pain has taught me anything – it’s how to endure more of it.

“I am sorry Jamie!!” Mom pleaded with me. Was she purposely trying to get us both punished by using my real name? How would I deal on Monday with going back to ‘Jamie’ – the name sounded so out of place now.

“That’s okay WENDY!” I was trying to be playful and remind my mom not to use my regular name, but I think it sounded more sarcastic than I intended.

“Okay before you cut yourselves to ribbons, stand up. You can shower after you get inspected so you can get to work, but I need to punish you both for dropping the enema early, for mom’s wet pussy, for Jamie’s little orgasm freak out, and most of all so you understand who owns those precious cunts of yours.”

Oh boy, that is a lot of punishments – was I sure I was willing to keep doing this? Without Dad as a sanity check my brother could be a real meanie when it came to thinking up punishments.

“Keep your legs apart, and your hands on your asscheeks, Cunt.”we were in position one – I couldn’t see what he was doing to mom but he was using the broom handle on her and I could hear every swing in her groans. I like to get punished first because listening to my mom suffer only makes me agonize more about the inevitable.

“Dad is not here, do you understand? Cow tits?”

“Yes Sir” my mom was on her fifth caning.

“Your whore is going to have one sore snatch, I bet she’ll want to take it in the ass instead.” Peter offered a coy remark failing to add levity this time – my brother’s strikes continued.

“Well then I better give her the remainder of her strokes on that hole to even her out. That way both are equally unpleasant,” Chris started delivering the remainder of the strikes to her ass.

“Who owns that asshole?” My can come off sadistic but there is always a playful edge – but this was not one of those times – he sounded serious and grim.

“Your Dad, you and Rahjid, Master.” My mom believed dad was still in charge even though it looked like he had abdicated his control over us.

“Dad gave up, now it’s just me and Rahjid, but he only owns it when you are working. So now who owns that stinker?” My brother was thinking the same thing about Dad as I was – maybe we had more in common than I ever realized about how we process the world.

“Grrah,” mom was enduring a beat down – “You own it, Master!” there wasn’t a trace of doubt in my mother’s plea to my brother.

“Does dad still own it?” my brother was being relentless – how many strikes was I in for when it was my turn? I had done more things wrong!

Mom was quiet – and that wasn’t pleasing Chris who delivered a few more strikes waiting for her to answer the inevitable “Look, dad’s not here, it’s time to do your job though,” Chris swung the broom like a jedi lightsaber and it made that woosh noise like when he brought it down hard on my ass.

That is when the door opened and we all stopped and looked at the screen door as it slammed behind him.

“Don’t look so happy ta’ see me,” He said. Everyone was quiet – we were caught off guard.

“Don’t let me stop you. It looks like you were teaching them a lesson. I can wait,” I couldn’t see the man but I knew it wasn’t dad. I could hear him move – heavy with the leather of a cop’s holster. He had a thick Boston accent

And he chewed gum while he spoke.

“Officer Mark, to what do we owe the pleasure of one of your timely visits?” Peter was obviously being sarcastic.

“Mini-Me, so low ta the ground. I should have assumed you'd worm your way around here. Giving these girls a hahd time ah you?” I was facing away from him but I could sense his imposing presence from behind me as his CB-radio crackled with the buzz of cop chatter.

“I heard there were some bizah new girls around in dog collars. I wanted ta check 'em out for myself,” I found it hard to believe he was a police officer and he didn’t seem surprised we were holding our ass cheeks apart naked and being beaten. This wasn’t what I was taught to believe of law enforcement.

“Ma'am, is this young man bothering you? Perhaps you'd like ta file a complaint?” he asked my mom with contempt for her.

“No Sir, no complaint. I asked him to do it to me,” mom clucked nervously. I would have said the same thing (I think). I was nervous – I wanted to run but I stood just like mom.

“Okay, and what is your story broom-boy, you her pimp or what? He asked my brother. I know I was supposed to stand up for him – but now was not the time.

“I am her son,” Chris was being cautious – offering only a modest explanation.

“Son?” he chuckled. “That is a first on me,” He picked up his walkie-talking and spoke some code to answer the squawking and set it back in his holster. “That true Ma’am, this man who was assaulting you with a broom is your son?”

“He is my son, I volunteered for him to do this, Sir” Mom was still nervous but she repeated her earlier claim.

He chewed his gum some more as if trying to determine what was really going on. “Do you ladies have any ID? A passport or license I can see.”

Oh boy, he had to ask for THAT?

Peter spit out hysterical laughter - “Show him, sluts!”

Was Peter the boss of us too? I waited to see if Mom moved and since she didn’t I waited too- hands on ass cheeks, chest out, while looking straight ahead.

“C’mon ladies, let’s see it,” Officer Mark reiterated while chewing impatiently.

I know I am the ultimate goody-goody but I’ve been taught since birth ‘stranger danger’ and to always trust authority figures. It was killing me inside to stand there and not do what I was told by a member of law enforcement. I bent down and picked up my butt plug and admitted “He is talking about this, Sir”.

Officer Mark took my ‘license’ in his gloved hand and stared at it as he was trying to decipher it. “Ass face?” he read off the engraving on it.

“Yes sir, that’s sort of my name.” if he wasn’t shocked yet – I might as well be completely honest.

The corners of the officer’s mouth curled up in a half-smile as if he was slightly amused. “This thing got a birth date on it?” he smacked his gum – I knew he was just messing with me but I wasn’t sure what to say.

“It doesn’t sir,” Jamie I summoned up my Taylor Swift voice.

“Let me rephrase the question, sweetheart,” he smacked his gum “How old are you?”

“I am sixteen, Sir.” My first thought was stick with the truth – although I felt like maybe being a teenager was going to get me in hot water.

“The age of consent in this state is 16, but you are awfully young to be working the streets. I take it this is your mom, too?” He handed me back my license gingerly. He was impossibly handsome –with a square jaw and a gleam in his irish eyes. He had Dave Stravosky’s swagger but in a calm and cool way –like he really did deserve to have it and wasn’t a bully.

“Yes Sir, she is,” he put me at ease and I didn’t hesitate to answer – my thoughts were on whether I should put the butt plug back up my ass or wait to be told to do so.

“You two have been building up quite a reputation for yourselves in a short time, you know.” He looked me over – I wondered if he was wishing I was older. “Didn’t agree to let brother use the broom on you?”

“I am next, I think Sir.” I felt like a dumb teenybopper meeting ‘New Direction’ or Justin Bieber for the first time. He had such powerful shoulders and strong looking arms.

“I think that is a shame, you sure you want him to beat you with a broom? Your mom isn’t forcing you?” I was lost in his dreamy eyes and I wasn’t sure what to say. I have to admit I was kind of smitten and wasn’t paying attention to his question.

“She isn’t forcing me sir, I asked for this discipline,” I looked at my brother wondering if I was obviously going ga-ga over this guy but my brother just looked at his shoes and didn’t give me any sign.

“What did you do to deserve a punishment?” He seemed skeptical I should be punished – but he wasn’t putting a stop to it either.

“Hey Offissah Mahk, did you pahk the caw in Bahstan Yahd?” Peter tried once again to project a little levity into the awkwardness of this moment but he failed – I felt a strange waft of puppy love rush over me. Why was I so easily impressed with this guy? It wasn’t the muscles as much as I think it was the uniform – yes I was in awe of his uniform.

“It isn’t going to make a lot of sense, Sir.” I suddenly felt really silly for living under discipline and wished I could just go ‘back to normal’ even for twenty minutes to avoid this awkward conversation.

“Try me. I hear all kinds of unbelievable shit every single day,” he probed further – damn, why did he have to want me to admit what I was being punished for? It was so embarrassing to admit to him.

“Well, for one I didn’t hold the enema I had in until I was permitted to shit,” I dangled that awkward information out there to see if he would let me off the hook but he patiently waited for me to continue with just a trace of a devilish smile.

“Then when my mom was cleaning me up, I had an uncontrollable orgasm and held her by the head to my cunt, while she ate me out,” was I being too graphic? I was told to not hide behind euphuisms but it was so hard in front of really good looking older guys.

“Lastly, it was an attitude adjustment, to establish he is the boss, and we need to learn our place, Taylor men come first.” I answered as truthfully as I would have on a Waxerman white alert.

“Wicked, I figured maybe you just didn’t make enough money last night, that is why most pimp’s beat their hos,” he said dismissively – wow that was painful. He just saw me as a whore and nothing more. “I actually came here for Mini-me,” he forgot me and it made me feel like I was knobby-kneed and flat chested like being twelve all over again.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, why you guys always hassling me,” Peter instantly became defensive.

“I know Mini-me, you never do anything,” he laughed in disbelief. “Actually, this time it’s your brother Jerry. He was tied up and left naked at a dumpster again.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at the ‘Again’ at the end of that sentence – how often did that exact same thing happen to Jerry? lol.

“Okay, you want me to come bail him out of jail again?’ Peter replied and now I was smiling at the mental image that every time Jerry got himself tied up and left naked at a dumpster his brother bailed him out – I have to admit it was making me smile even though it shouldn’t have.

“He said his alleged attackers were a particular midget matching your description, a fat, lumpy blonde haired teenager,” Oh pshaw! When Mark said that I knew he was just pulling our chains, but that still hurt my feelings a bit.

“ne well-tanned woman in her thirties with sizable knockers and a blonde cheerleader type approximately sixteen both wearing minimal clothing.” When Officer Mark finished I realized he had meant Chris was the fat lumpy teenager - I smiled again.

“Yeah, so?” Peter asked as if there could clearly have been some other group of people matching that exact description.

“Thought you might know someone who fit that description?” Mark shrugged and adjusted himself – he was hunky, I’ll give him that.

“No, but I would be happy to keep my eye out and let you know if I come across them,” Peter answered playfully.

I tuned out what happened next – I was lost in Officer Mcdreamy Mark’s biceps- but in the end Jerry and him left together. What had just happened? Am I really that much of a bubble headed school girl that I lost the last five minutes of time because of some oily beau hunk?

“Well, now what?” Chris sat on the bed with his hands propping up his head in worry.

“I would imagine you would finish punishing mom, and then start on me, Sir?” I was growing comfortable with this arrangement and strangely I was not afraid of the broom. “So we can get outside and start working?” I could see my brother was a little disturbed his new soul-mate and companion had just left and he was once again alone with us.

“You can say that again,” Dad walked in just as I finished offering my brother a reassuring smile that everything would be alright –and the room lit up! All three of us were so glad to see him.

“You giving your brother a hard time, slut?” Dad asked playfully – he was holding a big box of condoms he must have got at Sam’s warehouse because I can’t imagine anyone needing to buy seventy of them at a time anywhere else.

“Where have you been?” Mom’s tone was familiar. It was the controlling voice she used before the training ever began –when she used to get on the guys about missed appointments and chores they didn’t do. She added a delayed “Master?” as an after-thought and probably good she had.

“Is that any of your business slut?” Dad didn’t seem to notice her tone and cavalierly stood there like the King returned from the crusades to inherit his kingdom.

“Have you been beating them with a broom?” Dad seemed disgusted with Chris.

When Chris nodded he had, Dad explained “My mom used to beat me with a broom like that, I guess if it knocked some sense into me – it could work on these two cunts. You just have to keep at it, son.” When someone is in agreement you should be beaten with a broom – you shouldn’t be smiling but I was. I think it’s how Dad had made me think he was going to tell Chris not to do it and then sounded so fatherly about suggesting he continue – it was funny in it’s own way.

“I had to take my old faded acid-washed jeans, records from the 1980s I never listened too, old comic books and magazines and all that crap that was in Rahjid’s storage room back home and list it on craigslist. I also put all of our furniture up because if not the bank is going to take it on Friday.” Dad explained when he saw we seemed to be waiting for an explanation.

“Then I stopped by Home Depot, and found some day laborers with money in their pocket, so I made them a group deal,” Dad opened the screen door with a big smile on his face like he had just bought me a pony for my fifth birthday.

“Sort of like a Groupon, Dad?” Chris laughed.

“Yeah, whatever the fuck that is, exactly like it son,” Dad was internet savvy but apparently he never heard of the discount club on the web. I have to admit, I’ve never used it either.

I looked on as Hispanic guys in dirty, sweaty work clothes shuffled into the room. Some of them still had the day’s leaves and cement chips stuck to their clothes from the gardening and construction work they had performed.

They looked tired but impressed that we were naked and white. I could feel several of them look straight at my boobs and right past mom. I am ordinarily pretty competitive but right then I wasn’t feeling it – her and I were in this together and I was realizing we were going to have fuck every one of these men together.

Why didn’t that scare me?

“They paid five hundred for an hour with your sister and mom. You sluts have no problem entertaining them in any way they please I assume?” Dad asked us collectively – he didn’t wait for an answer. He just assumed we would agree and walked outside to control the number of men coming in at one time.

“Thank you Master,” Mom’s tone had improved considerably but I wasn’t sure Dad even heard her.

“As one leaves, I will send in another,” Dad called from outside –Chris joined him to sit on the steps and have a talk.

Mom and I sprung into action as a team. I was removing their belts and pulling their cocks out of their pants and mom was rolling condoms out with her tongue and applying them to their dicks.

I could feel fingers on me – dirty, callous hands groping me from the moment we started and I didn’t move to stop anything they did. They touched me everywhere – and tugged, poked and prodded.

It wasn’t long before my mom and I were each dealing with our own guys separately. Mom was pulling off two guys with her hands while using her mouth on another and I just copied her. Most of them were uncut but their dicks were hard with only a little bit of effort – it felt very natural to be fucking all these strange Mexican guys together.

Is it racist to think they are all Mexican? They could have been Honduran or Peruvian, but what the heck, let’s say they were Mexican for the sake of discussion. I saw more dick than I had ever seen at once – all brown ones.

“Dad, you can send in another guy” the first to shoot his load had lasted thirty seconds in my mouth before melting into his condom “I mean Master!!!” I had better get my shit together or I would be getting punished even harder after this was all over.

“That’s okay Slut, you will pay for that after,” Dad hadn’t missed my mistake and I just accepted it was going to be another hard night of hard dicks and hard brooms and hard spankings.

These men smelled like onions, motor oil and sweat – I was thankful their dicks were wrapped in condoms and dutifully pulled off the first one with my mouth and spat it into what was going to quickly become a tiny pile to turn into Rahjid’s window.

The three men who were fucking me weren’t satisfied with hands and mouth, so I adjusted myself by standing slightly so I could sit on one guy’s dick and let him take my ass and spread my legs so another guy could fuck my pussy and still suck the third dick.

I could see Mom give me a wink –a sort of ‘atta girl’ and for some reason my competitiveness kicked in just a bit.

I saw she had two cum-filled condoms to my one so I started bouncing on top of the dick in my ass and grinding to let him get off faster- make his ride more pleasurable but speedy.

They cupped my tits, spread my cheeks, pulled my hair, nothing seemed off-limits to them about me. I was a cum bucket only in their eyes. They must have seen me as life support for two boobs and three holes in a blonde wig and nothing else.

When his leg muscles spasmed and his toes curled – I smiled at a job well done but fucked myself up and down on his cock a few more times before sliding up and turning around so I could pull the condom off with my mouth. The guy who I had been sucking wasted no time filling the vacant spot in my ass with his wet dick.

“Puta, beso negro,” the man who had just cum in my ass seemed disgusted I would pull his condom off that way and left. I didn’t stop to feel too bad about it – my dad had already let in another man to take his place.

My mom and I were fucking three guys each – together like clockwork. I would move after someone came so that I could peel off the condom to add to the growing pile at my feet and someone else would come and slam their dick in my cunt or ass without so much as a warning thrust.

Not one of them bothered with lube other than the occasional spit in their hand, and I was okay with that. I was getting juicy – my cunt was wet and my ass was slicked up from all the attention it was receiving. It didn’t feel bad to be stuffed with dick – if their cocks didn’t smell like dirty mildew with a hint of my ass on them it wouldn’t have been that bad at all.

I fucked furiously – humping and bumping, grinding and twisting. I could see mom was keeping up with me and I was rarely more than one condom ahead of her. Was she just as competitive as me about this or was I just not satisfying them fast enough?

If I thought there was a way to fit a fourth guy in, I would have begged my dad to send one in. It wasn’t that I was cock crazy – I just wanted to do more than my mom. Is that obsessive perfectionism or just being an over-acheiver?

Maybe it is both.

“You sure are horny,” Dad laughed as yet he let another man in the motel room to fuck his wife and daughter. I could see he was waiting for me, but hump as hard as I might – I couldn’t get one of the three guys in me to dump his sperm into me.

I felt like my asshole was probably the size of a half-dollar but I just became animalistic and shameless about it. If they wanted to look – so be it.

The guy seemed disappointed to have to take my mom but he obviously felt awkward waiting to join into the three that were passing me around like a ragdoll. I saw him climb on my mother and actually eat her out before he slid his dick inside of her. I thought I was being gross – but I wondered if he just realized about seven of his friends had probably just used that same hole?

Mom was really being fuck crazy – she was pulling off condoms with her mouth and depositing them to her side like trophies. “Way to back that ass up, Mom” I heard Chris call from outside and with that I got my second wind to keep up with her – pumping and grinding on these strangers like they were long lost lovers just come home from the great war.

Dad was holding his cell phone like the sword of a samurai warrior as he waltzed in to survey us getting plowed by Mexican cock. I knew his was taking pictures but I was so caught up in taking three dicks at once that I could barely manage a smile for him while deep throating a cock in my mouth.

“The sweat on your forehead makes you look so sexy,” Dad admired mom smugly while he snapped some shots of her before turning his attention to get us both in a shot. If mom was any indication of how I looked – her hair had that ‘freshly fucked’ bed-head look and sweat was dripping down not only her forehead but across her chest and down her back in a fine sheen. In a way – I couldn’t help but think of a race horse that had just run at a gallop across the finish line as she dunked her ‘badonkadonk’ up and down on the lap of a Mexican day-laborer who was just sitting back and enjoying the ride while holding her tits in his hands.

Dad didn’t have any words of encouragement for me – I guess it is creepy to hear your own father call you ‘sexy’ but I have to admit I felt a little left out that he didn’t offer me a complement – I guess I am vain at times. It definitely worked though to keep me bumping and grinding on the chest of one guy while sucking the dick of another and trying to let another work his cock into my ass.

It was difficult to keep score as the sweat- dripped into my eyes. I hate to sound racist but there was a blend of brown skin and mustaches as men liberally used my holes and then when I knew they had cum I quickly grasped at their dick with my mouth so I could peel off the cum filled condom and add it to my pile like so many Mario coins in my own ‘Mexican Brother’s” Nintendo game.

“Half-way done,” Dad said – I wasn’t even sure if he had left the room or stayed to watch us fuck and suck and I can’t say that I had any inhibition about it either way. As the eternal optimist, I was glad to hear we had reached the half-way mark and I wondered if Chris would have joked about whether that meant the glass was half full or half-empty of cum, lol.

“Have you invited more, Master?” Mom’s voice incredulous- I guess she was starting to slow down a little after her sprint of fucking and sucking – but I had energy to spare.

“Oh you love it,” Dad smiled teasingly at my mom while he squatted in front of her. It reminded me of the playful way two honeymooners would talk for some reason. “You thirsty?” Dad asked kindly of mom.

I couldn’t help but feel an instant wave of guilt or frustration that I wasn’t being asked the same thing. I could have really enjoyed some water – even if it was slurped out of a dog dish right about then.

“I would be grateful for a little water, Master?” Mom said respectfully after unrolling another spent condom with her mouth.

“Water? Chris tells me you drank his piss earlier today,” the was a sudden edge of sarcasm to Dad’s voice that bordered on disappointment with us.

Mom had already wrapped her lips around another dick and all she could mutter was “Fuck, fuck, fuck” as I saw her getting throttled by a man pulling her tits up, while another guy was driving her ass downways with his every thrust. I was getting the same – but my attention was focused on Dad and her.

“You’ll both offer urinal service to these gentlemen when they are done,” Dad said as if that was now a ‘thing’ and we had any idea what ‘urinal service’ was going to be. Well, I had some idea what it was from how it sounded – but I was surprisingly not scared – I probably should have been but I had my attention focused on more of the immediate – in how to pull off and please these men.

I heard a man howl as he butt fucked my mom in ecstasy – I couldn’t be sure if it was because he had just came or he had overhead my dad’s instruction and approved thoroughly – either way she counted it as a ‘win’ and turned to gobble the condom back off his chubby dick.

“Master, please send in another,” Mom looked up to give me an exasperated but reassuring wink – we were already getting fucked, it’s not like more would change what we were doing.

“Already on his way. I heard him,” Dad laughed as he ushered in another man straight away.

I tried to up my ‘A-game’ and trying to satisfy five men at a time. I was doing my best to offer up every part of my body –from ass to tummy to tits to mouth to cunt to feet to fingers. I would try to tease and prep a guy while getting him hard so he could fuck an open hole – and anyone who was taking their time I would double-down my efforts on – it was like a reverse game of ‘whack-a-mole’ where I was trying to keep as many holes filled as possible.

I know that mom and I are competitive – and right then I think I was completely lost in the moment and wishing I had a fourth place for men to fuck so I could ‘win’ this silent contest that have developed between us – the one that had no rules.

I was completely in the ‘zone’ – I didn’t let any inhibition prevent me from lustily grinding or letting a finger or a tongue go somewhere a dick was.

While I ‘multi-tasked’ myself for the men fucking me, I noticed my mom staring at me with what might have been awe or pride or maybe she was just thinking of how she could steadily beat me at this silly little game – because slow and steady she continued to pull off men’s condoms at almost the same rate as I was – every time another satisfied customer.

Mom’s focus on me had kept her from noticing one of her tricks had no condom on – he blurted “Chiquito me gustan tus chupadas” and then arched his back and shot a load all over my mom’s hair and to her surprise.

She would keep her mind on her own cocks instead of mine after that I was sure of that much! One of the guys who had seen it pulled out of her ass and with two jerks of his unsheathed dick shot a load on her tits. We were losing control of these guys – they were getting wilder as one shoved a dick straight down her throat ‘garrabaggall’ she spluttered.

I used my hands to pull the guys around me closer so they wouldn’t follow suit – I wasn’t sure what was going on with Rahjid and the condoms, but I wasn’t going to lose the little condom collection game if I could help it!

“Sir, can you tell them to wear a condom please?” mom sounded submissive and winded. She had been in advanced aerobics but this hot and sweaty fuck-fest was wearing her down. The guys were getting grabby and handsy with us and pulling our hair, tits, spreading our ass cheeks as far apart as they could – it’s a good thing we had spent the last few weeks getting used to it or I am positive I would have ran screaming.

“Why? Are you afraid you’ll catch something or get pregnant?” Dad laughed. It reminded me of a line from the movie Juno where Ellen Page’s character is already pregnant and she says “What other shenanigans can I get in?” when her parents are concerned about her going out.

“It’s for Rahjid’s niece, Master.” I would have to ask mom what she meant by that later – right now I had a dick in my mouth, two guys trying to fuck my ass simultaneously, and one on top of my head while another was in my hands being stroked hard.

Chris walked in the door way and looked us both over with a chuckle “Wow, you two cum-pigs are really having fun in here, huh?”

I couldn’t answer him either – and I wasn’t sure ‘fun’ was the applicable word for what we were doing.

“That pussy is really busted, Sis.” Chris was adding to my shame by standing behind me and watching me grind my ass on two dicks. The way my pussy felt – I would have agreed with him if I didn’t have a dick in my mouth. I am sure I looked completely splayed out.

I was surprised he moved the two guys behind me to the side and jammed one of his chubby fingers up my asshole “Smells like parmesan cheese to me,” he sniffed before dragging his finger above my lip so I could smell it too and announcing “Dirty Sanchez!” with a chuckle.

I had a sudden image of my face flash through my imagination with a pencil thin mustache – and the name ‘Dirty Sanchez’.

I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a cute wince at his joke – I just kept sucking dick and holding myself open for the two guys to return to my ass. Mom had already used this time to catch up to my lead and I wasn’t going to let her out-fuck me now.

“You want a dirty Sanchez too, don’t you mom?” oh goodie, he was going to give one to mom and delay her so I could finish off the next three guys.

I didn’t even watch him drag his finger across mom’s face – nor did I visibly detect a mustache painted on when he traced the line on her upper lip when I finally did look up. Mom was a complete hot mess – she had cum and drool dripping down her lip, but at least she didn’t have a pencil-thin poop mustache.

Chris was ordering us to change positions while he snapped some photos with the cell phone. Mom playfully wiggled her butt like a puppy at Chris letting him know she was still willing to play along and be a good fuckbunny.

I wasn’t going to let her one up me – when we changed positions I used the opportunity to pull myself up with my arms over a cock and then slam myself down – impaling my pussy onto a waiting dick below me. I did this about six times aggressively pounding my pussy onto his dick before I noticed mom fucking herself on a dick – but in short but rapid motions.

I decided to mirror what she was doing and before I knew it we had matched cadence. I knew mom had been racing me this entire time – I could see it in her face but now we seemed to have reached a final stretch and the race was going to go to whoever could maintain it. She didn’t have to say we were racing and we didn’t have to have explicit rules – I just knew from looking at her.

“Master, you can send in one more?” Mom said almost teasing me with her slight lead while sucking off a condom with her mouth and then replacing it with another cock without hesitation.

“Sorry, you fucked them all, whore.” Dad sounded amused at my mom’s eagerness. “You know what that means, right?” Dad asked and I instantly looked at the pile of condoms trying to mentally calculate who won the race.

“Um, that you love me, Master?” Mom wasn’t going to tell him about the race so we couldn’t be judged by them – she looked completely over-fucked now that it was over.

“I’s time to water the pigs, you earned it!” he genuinely sounded like that was all our idea – and I knew he meant the ‘urinal service’ he talked about earlier.

“I am sorry Master, are you mad about something?” Mom tried to wipe the cum off her face around her eyes.

“No, I like you just how you are, groveling and rolling around in cum,” Dad acted like he had no idea what she was talkin about – but there had been an edge of anger in the subtext of his words. “You two get in the bathroom and kneel with your butts on your heels and your backs to the wall. Hold your mouths open and wait,” he demanded.

I was high on adrenalin from the kinky rough sex that had jangled my piercings and blasted my holes as well as the impromptu competition - my body was pumping endorphins through my body and I quickly moved into the bathroom.

Mom’s legs seemed wobbly – like she was bow-legged from the fucking she had received as she joined me.

“I feel like I’ve been thoroughly fucked, what about you?” Mom whispered as she took the instructed position alongside me squatting in the disgusting bathroom.

“Shhhh, you’ll get us in trouble, hooker” I slapped mom’s thigh playfully – before putting my hands behind my head and keeping my back straight, tits out, ass cheeks tight like I am supposed too.

Dad pretended not to notice my mom’s slouching – she was exhausted but it was still obvious she was doing her level best to squat with legs apart and on the balls of her feet while she waited like me for what was going to be ‘urinal duty’.

He had a marker in his hand “Hold those knockers as far apart as you can,” and we both obeyed pulling our tits apart to expose our breast bone while holding our mouths completely open. I was sweaty and cummy and on adrenalin over-drive. Where mom was having a hard time keeping up – I was having a hard time keeping from nervously shaking my left leg. I have always had ‘restless leg syndrome’ when I get nervous.

He wrote ‘Urinal’ on mom’s breast bone and drew an arrow to point up to her face.

“Are you punishing us, Master?” Mom wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be a treat, regular discipline or what and honestly I was so confused – I couldn’t have told her if she had asked me.

“No, I think you know the purpose of a slut’s mouth by now, don’t you cow-tits?” Dad said without a trace of sympathy for us.

“To suck and swallow, Master,” Mom didn’t hesitate in the least.

“Can I do Jamie’s chest?” My brother was standing right behind Dad.

“Why would you ask me? We are partners aren’t we? Knock yourself out, Son.” Dad patted Chris on the back and looked me up and down with scorn.

My brother wrote ‘Servicio de 24 horas’ across my chest which I am guessing meant either 24 hour service or service 24 whores?

“See, I paid attention in Spanish class,” he chuckled. Then he wrote ‘aseo público’ which in all honesty, I have no idea what that means –if I had to guess ‘public ass’?

Chris had some of those toy handcuffs we bought earlier and locked our hands behind our backs when he was finished writing on our chest. He added a final ‘un huelepedos mamacita’ on his my stomach as a final ‘gotcha’ before slapping me hard on my tummy. I still had rock hard abs even though I’ve not worked out in weeks.

Chris wrote ‘La leche’ under one of mom’s tits and drew an arrow straight to the nipple while we both squatted like dummies with our mouth’s open – what else could we do?

He wrote ‘una huila madre’ under the other boob.

“How does it feel to be urinals?” Dad had that shit-eating grin on his face, which I am sure is a pun of some kind given the situation.

I waited for mom to speak since I was still processing this experience and my pulse was racing.

“If this will get us closer to the Internet User’s forum group for you, it feels like the right thing to do, Master.” Mom sounded submissive but at the same time I caught a hint from her voice that she was second-guessing him – he had just come back and already there was tension?

Dad didn’t have a chance to drill further into those thoughts because I caught the first rain drops of a Mexican laughing down at us as he painted my face and tits with his warm, acrid yellow piss.

There was another standing right next to my mother who was doing the same and having a grand old time while we held our mouths open.

They smiled as they stood in line and not one showed even the least bit of sympathy – much less surprise that women were willing to do this. I wondered if this was not the first time these guys had done this because I would have expected at least one to say ‘hey, this isn’t right, maybe we shouldn’t do this’.

Instead, grin after grin – an unending train of dicks were unzipped right in front of my face and splashed me with their sour-apple piss. They got it up my nose, in my eyes, in my hair, down my chest, almost everywhere except for my mouth – I thought guys had better aim than this?

“Open those mouths, urinals!” Dad would tell us “Wider” that we keep our mouths as big a target as possible. I knew he was snapping more photos of this. I had to wonder what exactly he planned to do with them?

Use them as porn to masturbate too when we finally finish our tour of slutdom? I really couldn’t concentrate on that between pee-shots from the laughing men lined up to use my face like a toilet?

Mom took it just like I did and after the fourth or fifth guy were getting fairly used to being soaked with piss. I could even see a faint smile on my mom’s face as she held her mouth open politely to await the next man in line.

Each guy would give it a little shake when they were done and some were even hard again now that they had a little time to recover.

Now don’t get me wrong here journal – I know I am painting the picture of dutiful Jamie being willing to try anything and endure whatever comes our way, but if I had to pick fucking Roscoe or being the urinal for about 8 mexican guys I am not sure which I’d have picked. I was deeply humiliated and degraded but at the same time – I was taking solace that at least my mom was doing it with me.

So while I may make it sound like this ‘rolled off my back’ (and front and chin) and I was able to keep calm, I was actually shivering and probably had a look on my face like I just ate a hundred lemons.

“Sis, urine so much trouble!” Chris made googly eyes at me as the last man splurted his yellow stream in my face and I have to admit I almost couldn’t keep a straight face. I know his joke was silly but I wanted to laugh at how awkwardly serious things were just now.

“You make a pretty good toilet rim, stay like that” He started to piss on us – zigging and sagging his stream across both mom and I.

Dad joined him “Not a bad idea son, we don’t want to be accused of not giving a piss about the girls, do we?” but there was a subtle undertone of hostility to Dad’s tone as he soaked me right on my wagging tongue – I guess some guys can be very accurate with it after all.

“Don’t cross the streams - ghostbuster style” Chris started to act like his dick had a mind of its own and the pressure was forcing him to spray it around wildly back and forth between my mom and I.

Dad and Chris finished about the same time shaking their cocks and looking at each other like they had just won the lottery.

“What should we do with them now?” Chris asked my dad.

“You girls hungry?” Dad smiled evilly.