Chapter Ninety-Eight

Anyone who is not down to suck cock needs to shut their mouth.

Boom clap

The sound of my heart

The beat goes on and on and on and on and

Boom clap

You make me feel good

Come on to me come on to me now

“Shut your dick holster’s ladies, and march!” Ted urged us through the next neighborhood which just happened to be largely black. I don’t know why I thought that would get a rise out of my mother. The idea of someone saying that to her and getting away with it would have never occurred to me – because I couldn’t imagine anyone saying that to her.

She marched along and acted like she didn’t even hear it –tits jingling and looked straight ahead. How could she do this with me? WHY would she do this with me?

“Good thing it’s morning,” I heard Catfish make a racist joke, “Most of these niggers won’t be up until about noonish!”

I could hear Angel falling over herself laughing in the back – even over the music. “Don’t leave me in this neighborhood, please Sir?” her pleas sounded more like suggestions.

“Don’t worry – we’ve got plenty of work for you,” Ted joked over his shoulder and then toyed with his sister, “Why the long face, big-titty?”

“I would never have left Candy behind – why didn’t you take her too, Sir?” Daisy had a loud enough voice that I could hear her even when she wanted to be quiet.

“That is because you don’t have the same business sense I do,” Ted was trying to be mysterious and coy – although he may not have a good explanation for his reasoning.

My brother spoke up adding, “She had a sour attitude – we already have enough new girls to break in who don’t know the rules of the game. By the time we come by tomorrow morning – she’ll be ready to play ball. We can hire a dozen just like her who want to be in your place but we already have enough sluts!”

I looked over at my mother to see her reaction, but she either didn’t hear Conner or chose not to hear him.

I wanted to confront her – to say “Hey! Are you seeing this? I am naked – your teenage daughter is totally naked with the exception of some jingling bells and rope – everyone can see my tits flapping in the wind and my bare-shaved pussy! Are you hearing this? Are you hearing your son talk about teaching bitches and sluts? Are you seeing the strange people come out of their trailers and point and laugh at you while you high-step march through a trailer park? Do you care? Why are you not losing your mind?”

The calm way she seemed to be accepting this perverse treatment was making ME lose my mind.

I didn’t actually want to confront her though – I really didn’t want to see her breathe fire and tell me what a piggy I was being. I suppose being caught was inevitable but I expected to catch hell; and instead she was marching along like this was some kind of joke.

We marched right past Willy Johnson’s trailer and like Catfish had predicted – no one was stirring or around due to the early-morning hour.

It was a long, humiliating run from Glory Hill to Seminole – full of dirty old men with cameras, angry old ladies leering as much at their men at us, and a dozen cat calls on every street.

I don’t want you to get the impression I wasn’t deeply humiliated by all of this – even though I had done it several times, they kept adding something new to the equation. The jingling bells and matching hats would have been sufficient to embarrass me – but my mom’s presence was sending so many mixed signals to my mind that I was beyond humiliation.

I was in a fresh new hell of my own creation - one where my mom had joined me and instead of putting an end to things – she stepped alongside me.

Once we reached the pool there were already a few people swimming. The pool was officially open for the first time today even though people had been swimming in it for the past week. Saturday was going to be busy and we knew it.

Catfish had placed a sign saying “Beat it, we are closed” and showing a hand jerking off on the wooden trailer he’d custom built for us. He began opening and unlocking the booth and warming up the sound system.

My brother was given the task of untying each of us and getting us ready while Ted went to fire up the grill.

“Wow, that painting is you?” my mom asked me after noticing that the erotic paintings of girls with their boobs hanging out on the side of the cart was designed to look like me – wearing roller skates.

“Yes, does that shock you?” I asked skeptically, wondering if even a 15 foot tall cartoon of her daughter in jean-shorts with her tits bouncing that was painted on the side of a booth used for circus games would raise her dander.

“This whole thing shocks me, dear,” she said, and suddenly I didn’t feel quite so angry any more - I was still puzzled!

She was obviously unsure what to make of any of this! I felt a little sorry for her that she was seeing it for the first time.

Conner started with Savannah and once he released my cousin she said, “Thanks Sir – can I put on some fucking clothes now please?”

“No,” Conner didn’t let his cousin’s sarcasm affect him. He denied her request without a second thought instructing, “Go line up over there – bend over and touch your toes.”

“Jeez!” Savannah protested but she was already walking to the sidewalk where he pointed, “We need ANOTHER inspection or you just feel like playing grab-ass, Sir?”

Conner explained while he unharnessed Delilah that he wanted to go over the rules and give us some morning exercises, adding while looking at Delilah- “some affirmations – positive and negative to set the tone.”

The raven-haired, freckle-faced cutie joined Savannah enthusiastically, holding her legs apart and touching her ankles while looking behind her at my brother.

Conner started untying my mother next and told her that if she wanted to participate she would have to do the same thing.

“You are trying to scare me off of your little game, aren’t you Sir?” a wintry smile spread across her lips – almost as if it were forced, but she seemed to take his orders without question. “I am a good sport about it –Conner, you have to do what you have to do and so do we,” she looked at me and, once she was free, walked quickly over to the other girls to take her place next to them.

She wasn’t as limber as them but she bent over just the same. “Reach down and grab them ankles and moon the road, Mrs. Tinkle!” Savannah teased good naturedly.

“Just call me Pat,” my mom said as she worked to reach mid-calf and pull herself down further.

“I thought it was Baby Doll!” I found myself saying sarcastically, as my brother released me from my bindings next. I don’t know what had come over me. I should have been ecstatic that she wasn’t bitching and remained focused on the incredible money I was going to make today - but I just couldn’t stop myself. My words came across far more like a challenge to her than I had intended it too and there was a moment of quiet while I paused to see if my mom would finally crack.

“Sure – if you want to call me Baby Doll.” She looked between her legs at me and said calmly, “I’d prefer you still called me Mom though.”

Wow – I was floored I had just gotten away with that. In the history of my entire short time on this planet I’ve never dared to even think about calling my mother by her first name – much less “Baby Doll”.

I took my position next to her and bumped her slightly with my leg without answering her. I did it intentionally – I was annoyed with her and I was starting to think she was simply a dog who had no bite. “Get down lower if you don’t want to get spanked,” I warned her that she’d get in trouble if she didn’t.

I didn’t know if she would or not – but I felt like trying to sound like I was the one with experience.

My mom actually pulled herself lower so that she could finally touch her ankles. “We definitely have to talk, Ellen.”

“What about?” I asked sarcastically, “Oh tra-la-la, I think I will come down to the car wash with you and act like a slut?”

I didn’t mean to say that, and I wasn’t sure where my anger was coming from, other than a disappointment that I still hadn’t quite put my head around.

“Ellen!” my mom snapped quietly at me. This was it – she was starting to get angry. I actually stifled a smile but at least the woman I knew had returned.

“Stop! You are acting like one too! I know you aren’t really a slut – just play along and we never have to speak of this again once we are out of here,” her warning was tempered with a smile that she was on my side.

It wasn’t what I wanted to hear. My brother was too busy untying Lloyd and Ryan and the other guys weren’t around to chastise me for speaking out so I lashed out at her.

“You haven’t been here all week – and now that you are here, you are coming down to the car wash and showing your ass?” I was showing mine and painfully aware of how hypocritical I seemed as a car honked its horn at all of us when it pulled through the entrance of the Buckman.

Delilah and Savannah probably would have encouraged the trucks to stop and see us but the girls were caught up in listening to me give my own mom a piece of my mind on what had been bothering me.

“You are mad that I am horning in on your fun?” Mom asked – she couldn’t be further from the truth. I scoffed at her and almost didn’t answer – but then I didn’t want her to think it was the truth and give her the satisfaction of thinking I was just petty.

“Fun? You think that it’s fun running naked through the park with your tits jingling and people laughing?” I asked accusingly as I narrowed my eyes – but held my position bent over at the waist.

“Yeah, kinda fun!” Cricket agreed as she rubbed her hands and joined Ryan and Lloyd next to me.

Ryan bumped my arm to warn me to cool down but I realized that the anger hadn’t really dissipated from earlier. She should be freaking out and she wasn’t and strangely – I wanted my mother to react the way I thought she should. I wanted her back to ‘normal’ even if that meant telling me to get my clothes on and stop participating in this crazy charade or perhaps ESPECIALLY if it meant telling me not to do it.

I suppose there was some latent guilt at work in my mind about what I was doing. I knew it was dirty and disgusting. I supposed perhaps I wanted someone to talk me out of what I was doing or tell me I couldn’t. That would make things easier and less confusing!

I stood up and turned to face my mother. I wasn’t going to continue this one moment longer.

I pointed at her and let her have it. I said, “You said you could handle this if Ellen CAN,” I made a face letting her know that offended me. “You made it seem like this is easy enough for me to handle so surely you can do it!” It wasn’t what I was angry about at all but it was the first thing that came to my mind.

My brother stopped untying Crystal and warned me to get back in line or he would have to punish me.

“Sure – why not? Mom sure doesn’t care! She is fine with it – or should I say Baby Doll!?” I demanded leaving off the Sir. If mom could get away with conveniently forgetting to call my brother Sir every now and then – so could I!

Ted and Catfish were hurrying back to see what the commotion was and I knew I was probably going to start out the day punished but I really didn’t care. I wanted to prove a point. I just wasn’t sure what point I was trying to make with her.

My mom stood up and put her hands on her hip and regarded me sternly for a moment. She gave me a look that I knew very well. It was the “Shut up and stop talking look” that she seldom had to ever give me – but now was one of those times and I backed down and let her talk.

Once she had my attention she cleared her throat, “I assume – you aren’t angry about any of those things,” she nodded to get me to nod I wasn’t. “I think you expected me to blow my top and tell you to go back in the trailer, put some clothes on and we were going to leave this place at once?”

“Something like that,” I agreed that she had the general point of it – and now I felt kind of silly.

“There are things we need to talk about – you obviously guessed that I’ve been working at the strip club for the past week?” she knew that I had. “There are things I need to tell you about your father as well – that is how this all started. I’ve been doing anything I can to make money –including eating my pride and doing some things I know your father would not approve of me doing.”

My mother seemed wistful, almost melancholy, as she reflected on whatever those ‘things’ were. I shuddered at the thought – refusing to imagine it worse than I had experienced.

I went from feeling angry, to feeling silly, to feeling stupid for having confronted her.

“You have been doing things too and I have been proud of you – worried about you.

Odd-Jobs told me how much you made last night and I agreed to lend a hand.”

“A titty and an ass too,” Ted chuckled at his own joke.

Mom ignored him and continued “He told me I would have to do whatever I was told and that it was going to be weird. I had no idea HOW weird – you don’t know how hard it has been not to freak out and do this next to you and your brother!”

“If you want to keep ON doing it you will get back the fuck in line and listen to what we have to say,” Ted interrupted my mom and she cast daggers with her eyes at him but she complied – getting right back in the bent over at the waist position she was in.

I wanted to hear more and he had cut her off before she could explain about dad and what was going on with him. I was even willing to be punished to confront mom because now I was getting the answers I craved and things were starting to make sense.

“No, no!” Conner interrupted before Ted could dole out a punishment and smacked me right on the bare-tits, causing me to jingle while I looked at him in shock. “That isn’t what I want at all today! You are both doing this wrong”

Conner grabbed me and forcefully led me back over to my mother in line and insisted I bend over with her while explaining that, “I don’t want you two complaining about Dad – that makes men feel like it’s somehow their fault too and you are down on men. You are impossibly vain, shallow, and competitive – you get me? Whenever there is a chance to take a bet with each other - you will take it!”

I remained silent and looked at the sidewalk with my hair falling around my shoulders as I bent over obediently.

“This is where you tell me, Yes Sir – I understand!” Conner was waiting for us to acknowledge him and I looked up and saw he was serious.

“Yes sir – I think I understand,” Mom looked at me while she answered with a patient look on her face. She must have believed my little burst of anger was an attempt at playing a role and wasn’t genuine. “I don’t think that will be a problem,” she added.

“Good – when I want you to win the bet I will give you a signal. If I bring up your Lexus that you wrecked after too many martinis, then you will win the bet,” he explained to my mother and he told me that if he brings up Cherry Lawn High School, I was to win.

“So we cheat?” Mom smirked in disbelief. This time she seemed genuinely shocked as she looked over at me, “I remember when you were little you wouldn’t even allow me to let you win in chutes and ladders – you are okay with this?”

“We are all liars here, mom.” I found the courage to seem gruff and I thought that was something my aunt or cousin would say.

“You really surprise me,” she seemed proud of my response – this was not what I expected. She was the one who instilled in me a sense of honesty, fair play, and good sportsmanship all of my life!

“You really surprise ME!” Conner fired my mom’s observation back at her. I thought he might lay into her for what she was doing but he chose instead to say, “You’ve been bent over for going on five minutes and mooning your bare-asses at the entrance to the Buckman, and not one trick has pulled over to see us!! You must not know how to shake those butts?”

Almost as if on cue Catfish fired up the music over the loud-speakers and it began playing some booty-shaking music for us.

Ted clapped his hands to signal us to start clapping our asses and dancing in line while calling for Catfish to turn up the music.

“Let’s wiggle what the good Lord gave ya, ladies!” Ted ordered us to “start wiggling and giggling – let’s get paid, Ladies!” They were warming us up for the day by making us jingle our bells and dancing. “Your job is to shake those money-makers and our job is to motivate you to shake ‘em! We’re doing our job! You need to show us you can do yours!!”

Mom was dancing in place – twisting her hips and pivoting in place. I could tell she obviously had some experience as a stripper – because she reminded me so much of Demi Moore in the movie where she played a single mom and a stripper.

“I can see some of you fucknuts don’t realize what is at stake here. If we can break twenty-five grand – I run the Buckman from now on. Last night we didn’t have a chance to go shopping so you could enjoy all your earnings – but tonight ladies, we are going to Outback Steak House – and to the mall – so you can have a little fun – would you like that?”

There was an awkward and lethargic response from us because we were dancing. The only one who seemed overly-enthusiastic was Cricket. She was twerking and dropping low before popping up and looking over her shoulder and she answered, “YES SIR!”

“See – that’s just sad, Cricket here is the only one who came ready to play today. Cricket – I was going to just have you work the grill today – selling BBQ and beer, could you handle that?”

Cricket seemed genuinely disappointed there wasn’t more to it, “I guess so, Sir – if you say so.”

“You want more? I can come up with more for you to do!” Ted scratched his beard suddenly delighted that Cricket seemed willing to play whatever game or role he could come up with.

“Yes Sir – I do! Like Crystal and Savannah – just like them! And Ellen!” Cricket regarded us like we were her personal heroes and enthusiastically volunteered to be down with whatever Ted could dish out.

“That brings up a good point!” Ted reminded himself without answering her. He told us we could stop dancing and go back to bending over again. “You all have different roles to play – don’t worry Patricia, I am sure you’ll figure things out as we go here, on what we are talking about.”

“Oh, I think I kind of get it,” Mom replied adding a forced sounding “Sir” while groaning as she strained to reach her toes. Mom was nervous – she looked over her shoulder at the entrance to the Buckman to watch for cars.

“Don’t worry Patricia,” Ted grinned devilishly pointing to a security camera overhead, “No one is watching in person – but you are Saturday Morning Cartoons for the Buckman crowd!”

My mom swallowed hard and pretended that didn’t bother her. She bowed her head down at the sidewalk and grabbed at her ankles.

“Catfish and the other Masters and I,” Ted may have chosen not to mention my brother’s name intentionally as he explained his new pecking order system.

“I want all of you turd blossoms to pay close attention, because I am going to ask you to make a decision – one that is going to affect your pay-out at the end of the day drastically,” Ted explained his new system of three voluntary ranks. We were to choose which one we wanted and that would be the role we have for the day.

TEASE:

“You will have red ribbons tied neatly around your clit or pecker – or attached on a clip. If you leave that on, then you won’t have to suck, fuck, or finger-bang anyone for any reason – in fact, you won’t be allowed to do it. The role you are going to play today is an over-sexed tease that BADLY wants to do it – but because you want to, you have been forbidden. You’ll still get spanked, groped, pinched, and gawked at – but, we don’t want any of you thinking you HAVE to do more than that,” Ted looked at my mom, me, and Savannah when he spoke, but he also spoke directly to Ryan and Lloyd.

BRAT:

“You take that ribbon off – spread your ass-cheeks and we’ll find a suitable butt plug for you.” Ted held up a flaccid rubber finger he called “Uncle Ted’s Finger” and pointed out that “Someone” forgot to charge them up the night before and there weren’t enough for everyone to go around.

Catfish spoke into the microphone, “Sorry y’all, My bad!”

“Catfish!” Ted yelled a joke to his friend, “You brilliant moron – if you weren’t such a good cocksucker I would probably fire you.”

“You wish,” Catfish answered back, but Ted was finishing clarifying the Brat role. “You will suck dick – a lot of dick . Tiny dicks, medium dicks, big dicks – black dicks, Mexican dicks, dicks and balls, ladies. You are going to not just tease – but also suck. Anyone who is not down to suck cock needs to shut their mouth!”

Ted chuckled at his unintentional joke before explaining the butt plug stays in unless we receive explicit permission from a master to take it out. “We are going to tell them you love playing with yourself and your own ass – and duct tape your pussy. We’ll tell them the plug is there to keep your fingers OUT! If you take that plug out on your own then you go the third and final rank.”

WHORE:

“You are down to do whatever, whenever, with whoever – BUT you are playing a role of someone who is reluctant, coy, and the grifts you’ll play will bring in the most money of everyone. I am serious as a heart attack when I say – this is not something you should do unless you are willing and ready to play ball.”

He looked at Delilah and smiled, then scornfully at his sister before continuing.

“You are going to remove your ribbon, stick your ass out and accept both a butt plug, ben wa balls, and ask to have the word WHORE written on you.” Ted shook two plastic balls in his hands and pointed out they were battery operated.

Even if Mom didn’t flip out over what we were doing – that last requirement had to go well beyond her threshold of what you do at a car-wash – even a sexy, flirty one.

She said nothing and I was scrambling for ideas. I had not been sure if Savannah and I were going to get the same protections we had the day before and now my question had been answered in the form of this voluntary ranking system. Ted was going to leave it up to me to decide.

That meant I was going to have to volunteer in front of my mom! I began to run the two scenarios over and over in my head.

If Ted had just insisted I be his whore, then I really had no choice – I could just be an innocent who was caught up in this twisted little game along with the rest of the girls.

His scenario was that I would have to volunteer – ASK for this treatment, even as a brat; and that was going to make me a willing participant.

I was so confused at this point – I was actually contemplating that it would be preferable to be a whore with no choice than to volunteer to be a slut and give blowjobs in front of my mother!

My pussy was also dripping down my leg uncontrollably and my nipples had become exceedingly hard from the adrenalin coursing through my veins from the nervous humiliation of being fully exposed and the wicked thoughts in my brain.

Ted started with his sister and instantly established that there were exceptions to all of his rules.

“I pick Tease, Master! I promise – I’ll be a good one and make more for you teasing!!” Daisy sounded hopeful but not entirely convincing.

“You pick tease? Isn’t that super nice? I pick whore – and guess who gets to decide for you?”

“You do Master, but...!” Daisy tried to reason with her brother – pointing out she was new and would be excellent bait to reel the tricks in.

“You keep on talking and I will think up a new even lower rank for you, like Donkey. You would like to be a donkey wouldn’t you?”

Daisy seemed scared and shook her head no while Ted held her hair up and verbally imagined donkey ears and a donkey nose and a “Big old donkey ass!” He slapped her fat ass hard.

“I choose whore then, Master,” Daisy had no choice and her voice reflected defeat as she removed the ribbon and bells from her clit.

“You already have the butt plug but I would rather use this one,” Ted had a special rubber latex plug double penetrating toy. “Let’s get your ben wa balls in place,” Ted inserted two rubber balls that appeared to have two steel balls inside those and reminded me of a pair of dice. He turned them on to make sure they worked with a remote control and Daisy begged him to stop, but he left it on.

She soon got used to it and when Ted removed her metal butt plug he put it right in her mouth, “I hope your ass was clean! You wouldn’t want men fucking a dirty ass,” Ted’s double-pronged dildo/plug combination reminded me of something Batman would throw at his enemies.

My brother wrote WH and RE on her ass cheeks and a big red 0 around her asshole before the butt plug was inserted.

It folded so that it could be worn almost like panties in the crotch area and snap between the butt crack. It covered almost nothing and left EVERYTHING exposed as he snapped it in place. She winced and I could see a tear in her eye. I almost felt sorry for her – ALMOST. That is when I remembered all the rotten things she did to me the day before and I smiled in her direction.

“Good – all three holes filled,” Ted checked the plug in his sister’s mouth before moving down the line to Lloyd.

“You want me to pick, Master?” Lloyd seemed amused and enthusiastic that it was his turn next.

“No, I want you to jerk me off,” Ted smacked Lloyd’s hand away when he took him literally and told him to pick.

“I guess whore – whatever,” Lloyd seemed pleased.

“Just like that huh?” Ted seemed unconvinced.

“I can’t wear ben-wa balls- but sure, why not, Sir?” Lloyd was taking his role amazingly lightly. He hadn’t been at the pool all day the day before – so maybe he didn’t realize how awful they could be; or maybe he did and really was that brave.

“You already got a set of balls – fine,” Ted instructed my brother to give Lloyd a black latex medium sized butt plug, put a rubber band around his balls and write whore on his ass.

“It’s cool, Sir,” Lloyd submitted to my brother and while I didn’t watch – I don’t think my brother enjoyed it all that much. Lloyd was told to go put on a speedo and start helping get things set up.

“Ryan?” Ted moved along to the next person and corrected himself, “Pussy Boy?”

“I’ll be a whore, Sir,” Ryan was staunchly mimicking Lloyd’s choice with only a trace of his patronizing snark.

“You wish,” Ted smacked his boyish ass and told him he would be a “pussy boy”. He didn’t explain what that meant but my brother was to give him the same butt plug, rubber band around the balls and get Ryan a speedo so he could start setting up the pool area.

“Savannah? How about it? You ready to be my little whore?” Ted wasn’t expecting her to say yes.

“As if!” Savannah untied the ribbon from her clit and answered him while standing at semi-attention, “Brat, Sir!”

“I figured,” Ted chuckled and told her if she changed her mind she could make more. “You are gonna be out here anyway,” he smiled while rummaging around for a butt plug that he liked out of a cardboard box marked “SLUTS”.

“Mrfmrmfffm, whatrrr bout me, Sirff?” Daisy spoke around the plug in her mouth while trying to get Ted’s attention. He had dismissed the guys when they chose their role but left his sister bent over with her plug and the ben wa balls active.

“Oh, right – sorry about that,” Ted concerned for his sister strutted over to where she stood and removed the metal butt plug with a jewel in the base from her mouth. He examined it and said “Just what I needed! Thanks!” petting Daisy on the head and gave it to my brother for Savannah’s ass.

“At least it’s lubed up,” Savannah groaned as she held her ass cheeks apart voluntarily for the plug to be inserted. “Probably smells like garlic and parmesan cheese after it’s been in that stanky bitch’s mouth though – ah, there it goes.” She momentarily showed her discomfort and then waited.

“Savannah – go get that Rebel flag bikini on and start entertaining our guests – we’ll have work for you shortly,” Ted ignored his sister while slapping his step-daughter’s ass. She wasted no time dashing over to the DJ booth to get dressed in her tiny bikini.

“Crystal – I know what you are going to pick – but I want to hear you say it,” Ted seemed almost sweet in how he doted on my Aunt.

“I would make a pretty good tease,” Crystal knew the line between sultry, sassy, and slutty and she always crossed it several times. “I will make an even better whore though – sir.”

Aunt Crystal guided my brother’s hand to her pussy to help him insert the ben wa balls and moaned as if the satisfaction of the cold-steel balls inserted into her pussy was pure heaven. I smiled because despite her submission she had control of the situation completely. The men thought they were in control but she had them believing anything she wanted.

I wondered what my mom was thinking – she wasn’t even looking. She kept her head down and stared at the cracks in the sidewalk. I was swatted on my ass for watching “Mind your own business – we’ll learn ya to behave today!” Ted’s belly laugh was already getting on my nerves and it probably wasn’t even 8 AM.

On weekdays there was a steady stream of people going to work, but there wasn’t a lot of cars this time of the morning on the weekend. I was thankful of that; but because it was the first actual day the pool was open we were already getting people showing up to swim. There were a handful of people gawking and watching the spectacle play out – most of them giggled and pointed at us.

“Get the black marker and write WH and RE on her cheeks and use the red marker...” Ted instructed my brother before Conner cut him off.

“I know what to write and how to write it,” my brother asserted himself.

“Well, don’t get your panties in a wad, Mister Man,” Ted seemed impressed even though he acted dismissive. “What butt plug do you want for your Aunt?”

“Do you want something big and metal like Savannah?” Conner asked my Aunt as casually as if he were asking what flavor of ice cream she wanted, “Or just the biggest I can find?”

“Whatever you decide, Sir,” Aunt Crystal cooed softly and looked him in the eyes while remaining bent over. She had a big smile showing a big portion of her fflarge teeth that reminded me of an alligator for some reason. “Then again,” she paused and waited for him to show interest in her opinion, “I will need something that can easily be removed and reinserted because I have a feeling I will be taking it out often, Master.”

Ted folded his arms – looking slightly uncomfortable with how sweet Crystal was being towards Conner.

“No,” Conner dismissed her opinion and I noticed a look of shock spread across my Aunt’s face. I think he could have slapped her tits or ass and she would have smiled and absorbed the shock but the realization that she didn’t have him wrapped around her finger like she thought may have been an actual shock. “You will wear this flesh colored plug,” Conner took an oddly shaped plug I had never seen from the cardboard box and held it up in front of her.

It looked like a 7 inch white man’s cock, except that in the center of the shaft it was much wider. “If you have any shit in your ass I’ll see it immediately smeared on the outside of this. You are not to touch your butt plugs,” Conner instructed all the girls –not just his Aunt. “If someone is going to take it out for you – you have to ask them to put it back in. I don’t want you shifting it around or playing with it.”

“How are we supposed to fart if we have it in all day?” Cricket asked with a confused tone that registered something of an objection with my brother’s instructions.

He got into her face, “IF you get a butt plug and I am not sure you deserve one – you will come ask one of us for permission. You will explicitly say why you want it out and then WE will remove it for you. If one of your tricks doesn’t put it back – you can pick it up with your mouth and bring it to one of us. Is that going to be confusing to you or do you need me to repeat it?”

“I’d like you to repeat it!” Cricket smiled playfully – backpedaling that she had been so demanding.

“I am sure I will have to many times today,” my brother sighed like a royal Prince whose royal duties weighed heavy on him. He pulled my Aunt’s cheeks apart and began to work the plug into her ass.

“Master, Master?” Crystal pleaded, “Perhaps I can suck the plug before you try to cram that big thing into my asshole?”

I couldn’t believe my mom was ignoring this exchange between her son and her sister! Her biological sister and her biological son. All this time I had been worried about getting caught by her – only to find out she didn’t seem to care? I hate to admit that I felt a strange emotion - one of being let down and it wouldn’t go away.

“I thought your big ass could take anything? I’ve seen you take a baseball bat,” Conner said while holding the tip of the bulging sex toy to my Aunt’s pink, raw, puckered anus.

“I won’t lie – I can! I am not sure if that seems good that I can take something that big or you would prefer a tight little hole like your sister or Savannah but...,” my Aunt’s pleading explanation carried with it a tone of vulnerable sexuality that was strangely arousing – her honesty about the situation was hot. “I just haven’t had any cream or lube yet – give me a little time to get prepared and you can be as rough as you want,” my Aunt didn’t sound scared – she sounded agreeable.

“Yeah,” Ted agreed with Crystal and unfolded his arms. He took the dildo from him and put it in Crystals mouth for her to suck like a baby did on its most precious and prized pacifier. “You gotta warm these bitches up – you can’t just cram it in,” Ted offered the unsolicited advice to my brother and told him he would put the dildo in. “Let Angel declare herself – she is yours anyway isn’t she?”

I saw Angel look hopeful as the pregnant blonde cheerleader lifted her head up ever so slightly to watch my brother. She was bent over at the waist, letting her bulbous pregnant belly and tits sway ever so slightly.

“What do you want to do, Angel?” my brother left Ted to finish with my Aunt’s preparations.

“Well, I don’t think I should be a whore – I mean, Daddy called me a whore all night and he wrote it on me, but I haven’t ever been one. I mean, that wouldn’t be right and who would want a fat, little piggy like me anyway? You know? I mean, I don’t know – what do you think I should be, Master?” Angel’s face was pure heavenly innocence but her voice was an annoying southern chatterbox on caffeine as she nervously hemmed and hawed about her decision.

It reminded me to think about what I would say when it was my turn. I couldn’t focus on that because my mind was on so many different things – including the steady stream of cum dripping down my leg and how I couldn’t help my physical arousal with all the mental and physical stimulation. I was nervous, but I was also feeling so many other emotions that the adrenalin was racing through me.

“Your father and I talked about it,” Conner began. I wondered how he would have had the time to talk to her father or if he were lying to her to get her to shut up. Angel’s father wasn’t the kind of man who talked all that much anyway – so what could he have said to my brother about this?

“He did? You and he talked? Oh my gosh, well what did he say? I am just dying to know. I hope it is not being a whore, because I mean what would everyone say? I mean a lot of people think I am a whore anyway – especially after last night, but I mean, like, you know? What would my boyfriend Derek say? I mean he’d be jealous if he knew you were my master? I mean, should I tell him? I mean, could you text him or tweet him? You know?”

“Shut up and listen you fucking cow,” Conner instinctively shut her up. I noticed him look over at my mom and shudder for a split second – at least I thought he did. Mom didn’t react and he continued, “You are no longer dating Derek – that is over.”

“What?” her tone sounded shocked and offended, but she was unable to hide a smile, “No way? He is my boyfriend.” Her protests weren’t very convincing to anyone.

My brother reached out and popped her hard on the ass. “Every minute we spend while you fart around here not listening – is time we aren’t making money,” Conner got her attention. “You can walk home and join your sister on the lawn if you don’t want to listen, or you want to challenge me and tell me I am wrong when I’ve told you something.”

“It’s not that – no, I don’t want to go home, Sir! I definitely don’t!” Angel was nervous. I could see her perfect little nose turn slightly pink as if she were about to cry, “I just, like you know – didn’t know, has anyone told Derek, Master?”

“You will tell Derek if he comes here today,” Conner explained, but she talked over him again and blurted out that she wanted to know what she should say. My brother held up a small aluminum baseball bat like the one she had up her ass the night before.

“Derek is a baseball player – he’ll understand baseball,” Conner said that this bat was now Excalibur. “I am going to cut holes in a cardboard box. Your head, your tits, and your ass are going to stick out. We are going to grease up Excalibur and plant it between your ass cheeks – You are going to tell him only your King can withdraw the sword from the stone!”

“What stone, Sir?” Angel’s dumbfounded expression was completely genuine.

“You are really an air-headed bimbo, you know that?” Conner scolded her for not knowing the King Arthur reference adding ,“You are as stupid as you are beautiful!”

“You think I am beautiful?” Angel fawned over my brother’s insult as if it were a compliment of the highest order.

“You are going to service the VIP area with your mouth and tits. We are going to let the VIP members play with you if they want. You can tell Derek you are working and to talk to me if he wants to know more,” Conner explained putting his hands on his hips.

“Yes sir! But...,” Angel started to go down another of her long-winded litanies of concerns but my brother cut her off and demanded she go lube up her baseball bat.

“But Sir – what if Derek tries to kick your ass?” Angel stood up and seemed genuinely concerned for my brother’s safety instead of being concerned about all the groping and humiliation she would surely face in the VIP tent.

“I guess he’d have to deal with your father’s biker gang, Ted, Catfish, S.S,” my brother’s answer was pragmatic and truthful but didn’t impress her the way his earlier ones had until he added, “and ME.”

She smiled and said she understood completely.

“Go get that mayonnaise near the grill and grease up that baseball bat. I want you to get on all fours in the VIP tent. The Wrestler and the Watcher are there – you can talk to them, but ONLY if they talk to you and not TOO much!” he instructed her and she nodded enthusiastically.

“Can you give milk yet?” he asked before she left.

“Not a lot – but some leaks out, sir?” she seemed confused by his question.

“We may put up a sign today that lets people with big families bring their babies to suckle your tits, or pump you to fill bottles with fresh baby milk today,” Conner said, without the least bit of sympathy for using this former country cheerleader and local beauty queen like a human cow.

“Oh my god!” Angel scrunched her nose and sounded disgusted but with that half-smile she did so often. “Not black babies though? My daddy would disown me if he knew I put nigger lips on my nipples!” Angel’s dark nipples reminded me of delicate, fruity raspberries ripened by the sun and perfect on the vine. She had a body that belonged in Playboy magazine, with the exception of her massive, swaying belly and overfull tits and ass; but her self-esteem was so low she thought she truly was a disgusting beast.

“Your father explicitly told me to charge nigg..I mean black people,” I knew my brother was very uncomfortable with that word and I smiled when he corrected himself, “charge them half price – he wants you to experience that today and come home and confess how it felt to him – learn something from it,” my brother demanded.

“Learn what from it, Sir?” Angel had a doe-eyed innocent dumb expression on her face. “I am not even sure what explicitly means.”

“You will learn how to be humble, how to serve, how to appreciate a guy like me or even Derek – and to do that, you have to be brought low. You have to grovel in front of black men until you learn the lessons you are supposed to learn!” my brother’s words made Angel’s face squirrel up into a scrunch of disgust and eagerness.

“Black boys too?” she seemed way too excited over the prospect but continued to maintain the façade this disgusted her even more so.

“Black boys, black girls, black babies, black hoochy mamas!” Conner was listing off every demographic when Laqwanda and Clymidia just happened to be walking to the pool. The two black girls were wearing their weaves and dressed in tiger-striped bathing suits they had no intention of getting wet. They stuck their nose at my brother with a ‘harumph’ to let him know they heard him and strutted into the pool area taking their time as they walked.

Laqwanda looked at my brother with an eye roll and offered an unimpressed “Mmmhmmmm” in his general direction as if she expected racist talk from every white person.

“Them too!” Conner waited until they sashayed into the pool area while bobbing their necks to continue his explanation.

“I went to school with them!” Angel pouted, but promised she would do whatever he wanted. “Do you want to write on me, Master – something about blacks?” Angel made a point to whisper ‘black’ instead of saying nigger plainly when she was in ear-shot of actual black people.

“No, you have enough writing on you – I’ll deal with you after I finish with these other bitches,” Conner dismissed her and when he turned his back on her I almost thought she was going to swoon. She was greeted warmly at the VIP tent – it was only a few feet away from where we were standing and she told them she was waiting for Conner before they could ‘start touching her’. The Wrestler hooted and hollered enthusiastically and applauded.

Ted reminded my brother that if Angel couldn’t give milk he could get it from Daisy.

“I know,” Conner smiled at Ted like they were equals and asked him if he wanted to do the next girl.

I was next.

“Oh god, what would I say? Why hadn’t I been thinking about the role I would have to play all day in front of my mother? I no longer cared so much what the entire Buckman thought and even though my mom seemed surprisingly cool with what was going on – I expected her to flip out and when she did, it would be like a volcanic eruption of disappointment, guilt, and humiliation over what I was doing!

I felt my nipples spring harder as I grabbed my ankles and tightened my ass cheeks instinctively as a nervous wave of fresh awareness of how much I DID care what the entire Buckman thought of me. There were now about eight people – some of whom were my age watching us bare our all in front of the swimming pool in a straight line.

I would have to declare what I was – a tease, a brat, or a whore; and I would have to live with the knowledge my mother knew I had been one for the rest of my life. My mind flashed through me being 40 years old and bringing over her grandchildren to visit. The look she would give me, “I still remember what you did that summer,” Oh god. I was starting to have a panic attack.

Why did I have to decide next? I wished so hard that I would be skipped, but Ted was looking right at me when he smiled politely at my brother and answered, “Mighty white of you, Master Conner – I do believe I will.”

OH GOD! What was I going to choose? How could I choose anything?