CHAPTER FORTY TWO

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 11^th (Tuesday).

Joanne has come home from Olive Garden without her clothes, in nothing but heels and collar, and is on the ground with Mort leading her like a dog into the house. She is at least slightly intoxicated, by her own admission.

Once Matt drove away I felt pretty giddy that I had the courage to shock both of these men. I really can’t explain the strange thrill I was getting from being in this situation – other than I was tempted to tease Mr. Goldman a little further.

“If we could keep these late night dog-walks between you and me, that would be fantastic,” I suggested to Mort as if it were perfectly normal for a woman to be on her hands and knees naked in her own driveway at night.

“I don’t think I’d like Muriel to know about your late night proclivities either, although quite frankly I doubt she’d believe our incredibly attractive neighbor lets me jerk off in her living room and drinks it with her daughters,” Mr. Goldman grinned while pushing his glasses back on his nose and leading me to the door as I padded behind on all fours.

I reached into my purse and handed him the keys from the steps to the front door so he could unlock my front door for me. I could have ended the charade then and opened the door, but for whatever reason it felt right to stay on the ground.

“Well, my kids would definitely believe it. And the same goes with how I garden: I’d rather they not find out,” I said as he opened the door.

“Find out what, Mommy?” Janie was sitting on the couch watching TV and waiting up for me.

I was shocked because Janie was ordinarily up in her room when she was alone at home.

I stood up quickly and had absolutely nothing to say nor any sort of excuse. I started to say something at least twice, and then I just completely mentally shut down and ran upstairs, leaving my groceries at the door.

“So does this mean no hand-job?” Mr. Goldman asked as I ran quickly away from him and my daughter and hid in my room.

It was a good thing almond milk doesn’t spoil like regular milk; because, having left it out while I drank at Olive Garden, and the time to get home, plus the 15 minutes it took me to calm myself upstairs, it would have definitely been ruined otherwise.

I put on a fresh apron and walked calmly downstairs after having prepared in my head an intelligent and reasonable response to any question my daughter may have had about what she’d just seen at the front door.

“Hey, Mom.” Janie casually told me she’d put away the groceries as she’d watched an episode of Liv and Maddie on the Disney channel while using her tablet and her cell phone and lying on the couch.

“Did Mr. Goldman leave?” I asked while remaining composed.

“Yeah. He waited around for a while and stared at me, but he left after I stopped talking to him.” She yawned as if she really didn’t care one way or the other, that he was a minor interruption at best. She was wrapped up in her corny TV show about two blonde twins on the Disney channel with its canned laugh-track.

I thanked her for her help and she said that was what a fluffer was supposed to do for her mom.

“About what you saw…” I started to explain and Janie really seem disinterested in an explanation.

“What I saw when?” Janie asked.

She’d seen so much in the last few days that I thought it was actually a fair question. She also has a pretty short attention span, so I thought I would need to remind her.

“About me coming in the house naked on all fours.” I was prepared to come clean on what I’d done, and yet I was still nervous. The pit of my stomach was burning. I had been nervous and scared tonight on the run home, but I felt confident I would endure and get home. I wasn’t nearly as terrified as I was about telling my daughter the truth right now about what I’d done tonight.

It was a matter now of deciding just how much of that truth to explain.

Tom would advise a complete and total truth, but there were details about tonight that didn’t seem relevant at all and would probably only muddy things from what I wanted to address.

“Oh yeah,” she chuckled, as if that were normal and cute for me to do.

“Aren’t you wondering why I did that?” I asked curiously.

“You wanted to be vulnerable and for people to see you as you are, and so you crawled around outside like Fart Face,” Janie shrugged apathetically. It really didn’t seem to bother her or even make her curious.

She could range from the polar extremes of being completely up my butt and enthusiastically following me around, questioning everything I do to completely withdrawn and into her TV show.

“Well, if you’d like to talk about it, then I’d be happy to answer any questions,” I said, and there was no answer as Janie clicked around on her phone while watching TV.

I waited for a moment, and then said that we probably shouldn’t mention my late-night stroll to her siblings.

“Why not?” Janie asked before paraphrasing her father’s philosophy about openly training Taylor. “If we hide anything around here then we probably shouldn’t be doing it in the first place.”

“True,” I agreed with her and nodded, but added that some things we don’t need to advertise or offer unless it’s relevant. “They weren’t here and it’s none of their business,” I suggested. I noticed that Janie was looking a little wary of why I was concerned about it. I also knew she was terrible with secrets, so that would automatically make sure they’d know.

“I just don’t want them knowing because it may undermine my authority around Fart Face, and so as a fluffer I’m hoping that we can keep this between us!” I suggested.

“You mean like a secret?” Janie asked enthusiastically with her eyes wide.

“No, not a secret.” I told her that we’d just not bring it up since it isn’t relevant. I went into the kitchen to check on the groceries. I wanted to trust Janie to have put everything away properly, but she had once put lettuce in the cupboard and cans of soup in the fridge because she was distracted on her cell phone and not thinking.

I also needed to find a way to mark one of the almond milk cartons as the one for semen so that they don’t open both of them simultaneously. I opened the fridge and noticed one of the new cartons was already open.

“Did you drink some of this?” I asked Janie. I was going to point out that it didn’t have any cum in it yet, and so if she was going to do this with Taylor and me she needed to wait until they added some.

“No,” Janie shifted uncomfortably on the couch. She was wearing a skimpy Frozen nightgown that she normally wore. She had clearly grown a little too big for it since the movie came out three years ago.

When I asked her who opened it then, she told me quite plainly, “Mr. Goldman jerked off into it before he left. Was that not okay?”

My jaw dropped open that she’d clearly sat there and had been very aware that Mr. Goldman left a cum deposit in our milk before he left.

I told Janie that I was going to go upstairs and lie down, and to wake me up when her sister got home.

I checked my texts on my phone.

There were 27 separate texts from Donny and Scotty, all of which were questions about spanking their sister or how to handle a particular situation. There were way too many to read and my head was spinning tonight. I texted Donny as I lay down in my bed.

ARE YOU ON YOUR WAY HOME YET?

Donny’s response was immediate.

YEAH, THIS WAS GREAT! THANK YOU!! I HAD SO MUCH FUN! THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SORT OF FIGURE OUT MY OWN SOLUTIONS TO PROBLEMS! THE GROOM LEFT REHERSAL BECAUSE HE DIDN’T FEEL WELL SO EVERYBODY CAME BACK TO THE ROOM.

I texted him.

WHERE IS YOUR SISTER NOW?

He responded quickly.

LOL BETTY IS SPANKING HER. APPARENTLY, SHE WAS NOT AMUSED THAT TAYLOR ATE HIS CUM. DON’T WORRY THOUGH. MR. VULGUS IS FINE.

I chuckled that he thought my main concern would be Mr. Vulgus in that scenario.

I looked at my other texts and saw only one from my husband, and it came in about the time I was sitting in Olive Garden drinking and having fun.

YOU HAVE BEEN A GOOD GIRL. YOU CAN DOUBLE FUCK YOURSELF WITH TWO TOYS OF YOUR CHOOSING. I AM SURE ITS BEEN TRYING DEALING WITH FF BUT I HAVEN’T HAD ANY TEXTS TONIGHT AND IT SOUNDS DRAMA FREE. CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU! I LOVE YOU!

October 12^th, 2016 – WEDNESDAY MORNING – Joanne has fallen asleep and wakes up to the sound of her cell phone alarm going off.

I was dancing topless with just a skirt around my waist in the center of a large wooden room with several other women, ranging from Janie’s age to over 50, and men were clapping and smiling as we all jiggled our tits and clapped our hands around a flowered maypole to happy celebration Celtic music.

Then I realized I’d been dreaming and my alarm on my cell phone was alerting me to wake up.

I had fallen asleep and I was stone cold sober now. I darted up out of bed. I had fallen asleep with my clothes on and the cell phone still in my hand. There were 32 new text messages waiting for me unread, but I raced out of the bedroom and downstairs to look for Taylor.

I had fallen asleep before she got home! The panic on my face quickly disappeared as I dashed down my hallway to the top of the stairs and saw that Taylor was standing naked in the center of the living room.

Taylor didn’t see me at the top of the stairs. She had her hands bound behind her back and her legs were manacled in the black spreader bar. I was relieved someone had obviously locked her up downstairs when they couldn’t wake me. I assumed the text messages were the boys attempting to rouse me out of bed and I would read them all later.

Unlike everyone else in the house, I’m a morning person and I get up before everyone to start getting things ready so that I can send the kids off to school with some breakfast. It wasn’t even 5 AM, and since Janie goes to school after everyone else I was very surprised to see she was also awake.

It looked like she’d only recently woken up and she was still in her Frozen nightgown. She didn’t notice me upstairs either. She and Taylor were having a one-on-one conversation, so I hid off to the side and eavesdropped.

“Does the butt-plug taste like poop?” Janie asked curiously as she scrunched up her nose.

“How would you know if he did, Princess Janie?” Taylor smirked at her sister’s question and asked if she’d ever tasted poop before to know.

“Well, does it taste bad, I mean?” Janie asked the question a different way.

“Why don’t you taste Strawberry Sprinkles and find out, Princess?” Taylor was being casual and a little snarky, but generally polite and respectful – which was a 100% improvement over how she and Janie used to get along.

“Probably because it won’t taste like strawberry!” Janie agreed with a chuckle.

“It may taste like Sprinkles!” Taylor offered with a bemused and hopeful expression.

I was glad that Janie was getting a chance to ask questions without me or Tom standing over her. I thought it may be good for the two of them, so I waited a little longer before announcing my presence. I would have to get them ready for school, so I couldn’t let this go on too much longer.

“Are you ever embarrassed of being naked?” Janie asked her sister.

“Mortified!” Taylor admitted as if that were an understatement. I was glad to hear it. She had seemed so comfortable and at home being kept naked when she talked to me that I was beginning to think that this training may not have any effect on her at all. It was good to hear her put her guard down.

“I don’t think it would bother me,” Janie told her casually.

“Trust me, Princess.” Taylor assured her sister that she did not want this training. “You may think you’d like to run around naked. It’s one thing to splash around in the bathtub, and it’s entirely another to be tied up and on display.

“So you don’t like it?” Janie asked her.

“I didn’t say that.” Taylor considered her words carefully before saying “There are parts of this experience that are hard and downright disgusting, and it takes every ounce of courage and willpower for me to actually do it. I think, though, it’s a little like running a marathon, Princess.” Taylor explained her metaphor quite well: “It’s grueling and there are times you want to give up, but when you see that finish line and the satisfaction you get from running the race – even if you don’t come in first, you know you gave it your best try.”

“I’ve never run a marathon,” Janie shrugged and dismissed the metaphor. “I just meant, like, do you like being tied up? Would you like me to untie your hands?”

“No, Princess, I wouldn’t,” Taylor answered her sister.

“So you do like being tied up?” Janie tried to understand her sister’s logic.

“Not really, I want desperately to scratch my nose and my left ass cheek, Princess.” Taylor admitted with a chuckle that she’d thought about nothing else for the last hour and it was driving her crazy.

Janie asked if she could scratch for her, and Taylor agreed and actually thanked her while directing Janie. “A little to the left, no to the right, yes, just under the left butt cheek, like that. Yes, thank you, Princess.”

Janie asked her to explain why she didn’t want to be untied if she didn’t like it.

“Mistress is going to be up soon, and if she catches me untied then I’ll be punished,” Taylor said.

I was very proud of her for saying that the way she did.

“I thought you liked being punished?” Janie tried to make sense of that answer.

“It’s hard to explain, Princess.” Taylor said she didn’t really understand it herself, but that she felt a release of her guilt for the things she did wrong when she was punished, but that she wasn’t trying to get off on it. “When you ask me if I like it, I don’t know how to answer that question,” Taylor explained.

“Just be honest and answer the question.” Janie told her sister that she either liked it or she didn’t. She gave an exasperated sigh that it wasn’t that complicated.

I liked how black and white Janie made her question and I was impressed.

“If I’m going to learn anything from this then it can’t be punishment that I would like-like. They’re supposed to make me sorry I ever did anything wrong, and to do that I have to suffer some. The thing I like is that it seems to be working and putting me in the right mindset and makes me want to behave myself, Princess,” Taylor explained.

I liked even more how delicately Taylor answered her sister’s question that it was still a little gray, no matter how black and white Janie made things.

“Then why don’t you let me uncuff you so that Mom will punish you and you suffer more so you’ll want to be good even more?!” Janie asked with the naïve enthusiasm of someone who just discovered a shortcut that should have been obvious to everyone else.

“I wish it were that simple; and believe me, I had the same idea, Princess.” Taylor answered her sister’s question with a considerate and patient tone. I was floored she was even capable of that, unless Fart Face was play-acting to get something out of the equation. “If I go seeking punishment and doing the wrong things, then I’m definitely not wanting do the right thing. I’m just wanting permission to misbehave and willing to get punished for it. Yesterday when I locked myself in the bathroom and began playing with myself, that’s exactly what I was doing. I didn’t care if Mom punished me, and I just wanted to satisfy this crazy urge I had to get off. I thought it didn’t matter if I got punished, since Mom would probably punish me anyway for something I did wrong, so I may as well do what I wanted to do. She explained it all to me yesterday and you were listening. Didn’t you get that from what she said?” Taylor asked.

“I really wasn’t paying attention,” Janie admitted with a shrug. She may have not listened to her sister’s explanation either, because she still wanted to know if she liked to be punished or not.

Taylor laughed a little and it was good to hear a light, sweet chuckle instead of her normal more dramatic and wicked laugh that usually only happened shortly after someone fell on their ass and hurt themselves, or some other misfortune befell them.

“You LIKE playing with yourself, though, right?” Janie asked rather bluntly.

“Oh, yeah.” Taylor said she didn’t used to. “I used to play with myself more out of boredom and just to kind of seem edgy. I have a hairbrush in my room that I use to make love to on a nightly basis, but now I’ve been so wet and horny that I’d hump a doorknob right now if Mom let me.”

“Mistress let you?” Janie reminded her of my title.

“Sorry, Princess Janie, I meant Mistress,” Taylor said apologetically.

“You meant Mistress,” Janie pretended she was puzzled, “yet you said ‘Mom’. Are the two words similar?”

“They both start with M, Princess,” Taylor offered with a bemused and hopeful expression.

“I can spank your butt for that!” Janie suggested that Taylor would be in trouble now. “I can spank you right on your cinnamon buns!”

I couldn’t see what Janie was doing, but I got the impression she was dancing around and pointing to her sister’s butt or playing with it while Taylor stood helpless in the living room, a captive to her sister’s curious questions.

“You could, Princess,” Taylor said, “IF Mistress allowed it. And I would appreciate it, but I don’t think you can hit hard enough to really punish me.”

“I can pinch like this.” Janie sounded like she was gritting her teeth angrily and I didn’t see what she did, but I heard Taylor yelp in pain and admit that that hurt. I stifled a laugh as I hadn’t expected Janie – who was usually rainbows and lollipops – to have such a sadistic streak.

“Would you still call me ‘Princess Janie’ after this?” Janie asked after she was satisfied she’d proven her point about punishment.

“Probably not, Princess.” Taylor told her she really didn’t want to call her that now, but that it was what Janie wanted, and Janie was her better.

“You don’t really believe I’m your better.” Janie normally talked either with a hint of baby-talk or with the enthusiasm of a very happy and animated cheerleader, but she seemed more pragmatic in making this observation to her sister.

“No, no, I guess I don’t,” Taylor admitted without apology. It sounded like Janie was going to pinch her tits again like earlier, but Taylor admitted before Janie could squeeze down that she still didn’t think a lot of people were her betters. “I’ve been putting you guys down for so many years that you can’t expect me to suddenly change my opinion of you overnight, Princess! This is a slow process for me. It’s hard to get used to where you get preferential treatment and I get the leftovers. I’m sorry that I don’t put you above me, because you’re smart, funny, nice, clever, and you’re going to be the most popular senior in your school when you get ready to graduate,” Taylor admitted.

“Really? Why?” Janie asked curiously.

“Have you looked in the mirror lately?” Taylor told her sister that she was beautiful. “You have long blonde hair, Dad’s blue eyes, your legs are getting shapelier every day, and your boobs are coming in. Once your braces come off you’re going to be a knockout!”

I was VERY pleased that Taylor had given an honest compliment to her sister and I wanted to say something about it, but I was afraid to reveal I was eavesdropping when I may learn so much more.

“That’s just looks!” Janie shrugged off the compliment like it meant nothing. “Your friends are both pretty, but they’re evil,” Janie observed, before saying that Taylor was truly beautiful.

“Awww, you don’t have to say that.” Taylor was never able to take a compliment no matter how well earned, and I knew that she could be very guarded when people offered her praise – often because she thought they wanted something when they did it, because she always wanted something when SHE offered praise to someone else.

“You were willing to stand naked and expose the real you, and what’s inside is very loving and beautiful,” Janie offered her sister.

I thought they were going to hug, but then Janie slapped her sister’s pussy.

“Ouch! What did you do that for, Princess Janie?” Taylor asked with a shocked tone after the sudden betrayal of a tender moment between sisters.

“Your coochie isn’t showing, and you didn’t beg me to pull it out,” Janie laughed.

There was so much more I wanted to hear, but I was running out of time so I made it seem as if I were storming down the stairs just then and interrupted them. “Your sister didn’t beg to have her clit pulled out like she’s supposed to? Sounds like something Fart Face would do!”

“Good morning, Mistress!” Taylor pushed her tits out and her shoulders back crisply and answered me much more formally than the way she had been talking to her sister.

I wanted to tease her about calling me ‘Mom’ this morning, but I had to pretend I hadn’t heard that exchange.

“Please, Mistress…” Taylor begged me to pull her clit out while she was tied up so that it could be exposed between her legs.

“Your sister’s the one who caught you.” I told her to beg Janie.

Janie smiled at me while her sister pleaded for Janie to pull the hood of her clit out of her puffy pussy lips. Janie obliged, gingerly squeezing it, and I suppressed a smile when I heard Taylor yelp slightly.

“Did you tie yourself up like this last night?” I asked, looking over her for bruises or anything to be concerned about. A lot of the marker on her tits and face had been washed off, and she looked pretty worn out.

“No, Mistress,” Taylor reported in a military fashion. “Sir Donny and Sir Scotty tied me up when they couldn’t wake you. They weren’t sure what to do with me, and they didn’t think they could insert a dildo in my cunt and turn it on, so they left me like this and went to bed.”

I was pleased with their initiative and the restraint they showed in not overstepping their boundaries. I wouldn’t have been mad if they had stuffed a dildo in her pussy – after all, they had seen her masturbating and they would see her fucking soon enough.

I began to uncuff her, and when I bent over to unlock the spreader bar holding her legs wide apart I stood back up and asked my fluffer to unlock her sister. Janie was very pleased, and even though I ended up having to show her how to do it, she was glad to be given a job this morning.

“Did Mr. Goldman meet you at the door last night?” I asked Taylor.

“Naturally, Ma’am.” She giggled that he’d been waiting for her all night. “He said he saw you come home earlier.” I may have been paranoid or still feeling guilty about the night before, but Taylor gave me the distinct impression she may have known I came home naked last night.

“Wipe that smirk off your face,” I warned her to just answer my questions as I put them to her.

“Sorry, Mistress,” Taylor seemed surprised when I snapped at her and put on a dour expression.

I knew I was being unfair and that Tom would be a lot more consistent and patient with her. I was angry at the idea that I was caught and I didn’t like the feeling of being called out by my daughter for the things I was accusing her of, so I became snippy.

“Last night I understand Betty Vulgus was upset with you?” I asked as Janie freed her sister. Taylor rubbed her hands together and shook off the stiffness of spending the night tied up.

“You could say that, Mistress.” Taylor admitted that when Betty found out how Dave was feeding her last night she stripped her naked and beat her for a full thirty minutes. “I think she was also mad because the groom didn’t come back from wherever he went last night.”

I was instantly reminded of Matt and how he’d been gracious enough to come rescue me while I ran through the neighborhood naked and drunk in a panicked stupor.

“Have you met the groom?” I asked curiously. I knew it was an odd question, but I wanted to get a sense for how much she knew about Matt.

“No, Mistress.” Taylor said the bride and groom have been too busy with the preparations. “Last night, though, I met the bride when she came up to the room to get Sir Marvin. She giggled when I called her Miss Kate and told me I was a ‘dumpling’.”

I chuckled at that. Kate sounded like a real firecracker, from what Matt had told me about her.

“Did Mr. Goldman feed you cum last night?” I asked her as I grabbed her nipples and led her over to the stairs.

“Yes, Ma’am, and so did Sir Donny, Sir Scotty twice, Sir Dave, Sir Marvin, and two of Sir Dave’s friends who didn’t tell me their names.” Taylor gave me a quick count of her donors from the night before.

I know I should have been alarmed and shocked and even outraged. I’d told Dave he could feed her, but no one else besides her brothers. Now it sounded like Taylor had been the pass-around cum queen of last night’s rehearsal.

“Did Kate know you ate her son’s cum?” I’d wondered how Marvin processed Taylor as a babysitter, and at the same time I really didn’t want to know the details because they may be too shocking. I was, however, curious if Matt’s fiancée was aware and as lenient and open-minded about things as her father.

“I don’t think so, Ma’am,” Taylor said, adding that the topic didn’t come up and she didn’t watch Marvin actually play with himself. “They just told me to lick it off the floor in the bathroom and I did it, Ma’am.”

I nodded and asked Janie what she was doing up so early. “You normally don’t wake up until later.” I suggested she go back to bed and enjoy her morning so she wasn’t tired at school.

“I was worried about Fart Face and came down to keep her company,” Janie said.

I thought that was very sweet and very much like Janie to come down and keep her company. I warned her, though, that I didn’t want to find out she was falling asleep at school. I suggested she go take a shower because I wanted to train Taylor before her brothers woke up, and this was going to be a little intense.

“If we have to hide it, then it probably shouldn’t be something we’re doing,” Janie said to paraphrase her father’s open-door policy about discipline.

I agreed with her. I took the two of them into my bedroom and opened our toy chest in front of them. Taylor had seen some of our collection, but I’d managed to keep most of it hidden. We’d purchased an antique wooden armoire and had it custom-fitted with hooks and shelves to store all of our sex toys. There were whips, plugs, lube, dildos, clamps, clips, cuffs, ropes; we even had a bowling pin in the cabinet.

It was very well stocked and ordered, and Tom had a system of organization so that I could find any toy very quickly and he could easily identify any that were out of place or not put away properly.

I took out two matching pink jelly dildos that were 8 inches long with suction cups on the base and introduced Taylor to Hector and Victor. “These are your new best friends,” I said.

“Get outside on all fours in the hallway.” I ordered Taylor to face the wall in the hallway and to get down on her knees with her palms flat. “You’re going to be allowed to double-fuck yourself for 15 minutes because you’ve been very good and accepting of your punishment,” I explained.

Tom had told me I could double-fuck myself last night, and I definitely deserved it, so I thought it only fitting that Taylor be granted the same reward.

Taylor passed her old room and saw the door was hanging open since Tom had removed her doorknob. I had removed her bed and furniture and started to move my sewing stuff in, including a white Rubbermaid cabinet that I kept my needles and thread in.

“Wow, that was fast,” she mused as she complied with my order and faced the wall while getting on her hands and knees.

I made Taylor open her legs further and then I put one dildo in her mouth so that she could get it wet while I fingered her pussy for her. She was already wet and dripping and needed no warm-up period, but I gave her one anyway.

I should have felt grossed-out and disgusted that I was playing with my elder daughter’s pussy in front of my other daughter, but it actually felt strangely normal to me. I suppose my own mother would have disagreed, as she would have never done that to me; but once I was satisfied that Taylor was ready, I worked Hector into her very tight little pussy and began to push and work it as far inside my daughter as it would go. It took some effort and Taylor cooperated fully to help me by fucking herself back and forth to help slide it in.

“How did Strawberry Sprinkles feel last night?” I asked as I pulled the butt-plug out of her ass. Slowly I was letting each of the four bumps force open her asshole and then let it close around the smaller point, before re-opening it again with the next bump.

“Not bad, Mistress! I actually prefer him to Antioch, so if he isn’t found...” she started to say before I jammed the plug into her mouth.

“If he isn’t found, then your father will have my ass, so if you know where it is then I’d appreciate knowing, because I don’t want him hanging me by MY tits because you thought you wanted a new toy. If you outgrow your plug then let me know and I’ll find something suitable to shove up your ass,” I said quite sadistically.

Taylor mumbled and nodded in agreement. Her eyes began to water – I think she was choking.

I reminded her to make a fist when she was being gagged and told her she needed a lot more practice.

Janie stood there watching enthusiastically. I told her that I’d warned her this was going to get graphic.

“That’s cool! I want to know what a double-fuck is.” It was so strange to see Janie with her angelic face, blonde hair, blue eyes and braces say the words ‘double-fuck’ so casually. She made it sound even dirtier when she said it because she reminded me of a sweet little pixie.

“I’ll show you,” I said as I removed Strawberry Sprinkles from Taylor’s mouth and wiped it off in her hair before setting it on her back. She shivered slightly at the wet sex-toy’s presence on her skin. I immediately replaced it with Victor, and then removed Hector from her pussy. I put it under Taylor’s nose and told her to learn to love the smell of pussy in the morning.

Tom used to say that to me sometimes when he was being rough with me and he woke me up to ride me hard.

Once I felt she’d lubricated the dildos and she herself was warmed up, I planted Hector against the wall behind her by attaching the suction cup on the base to the wall. Then I planted Victor directly in front of her.

She couldn’t reach both of them because the hallway was too wide. I placed Taylor closest to the dildo behind her and told her that she was not to move from this spot for 15 minutes.

“You are going to double-fuck yourself for a full 15 minutes. If I catch you stopping at any time other than to greet one of us, then you’ll be immediately disciplined.” I explained that she was to open her mouth and lunge forward, without moving her knees from where they were, as far as she could and take as much of it down her throat as she possibly could. Then she was to immediately reverse and back up so that her ass touched the wall and the dildo went all the way inside her.

“Cunt or asshole, Mistress?” Taylor volunteered.

I was pleased and a little amused that she thought she would be able to double-fuck her asshole from this position.

“You may train your cunt and your mouth holes. If you do a good job I’ll give you an extra minute today to shit and piss, and some pancakes after I feed you your normal breakfast.” I suggested that she would be getting a reward for impressing me.

“I don’t need a reward for doing what you expect of me, Mistress,” Taylor offered.

I’ve known her for so long as a manipulator that I couldn’t help but think she was buttering me up when she volunteered things like that. I slapped her on the butt and told her that I’d be the judge of what she needs and doesn’t need from now on. “You don’t need a bedroom.” I told her that, “You do, though, need to double-fuck yourself – right now!”

Taylor slid forward as I had shown her and only took the first four inches of the cock. She was doing what a lot of girls do when they first learn to give a blowjob, and that is ignore her throat. She was stopping at the tonsils – anything that can fit in her mouth and only what can fit in her mouth is all she thought she could take.

I would change that, and soon.

Taylor slid backwards, touching her ass cheeks to the wall and grinding her pussy down on the dildo to force it into her slender opening. Her eyes bulged and she clearly got off on the thrusting. The look on her face told me it was a surprise to her that it felt good.

“Just relax and learn to take it in rhythm,” I told her, saying she needed to pick up the pace. “You should be sliding down on Hector and as you slide off of him then your lips should already be touching Victor and I want you to really thrust forward. He shouldn’t just enjoy your mouth. You are to give him the throat. This isn’t single fucking against a wall. This is double-fucking and you’re going to be doubly fucked if you don’t get this down,” I chuckled at my little joke.

I watched her thrust and pull off the dildo as she worked her way forward and then reverse herself again to go back and forth.

“That’s it.” I told her that it was kind of like a train.

“Yeah, chuga-chuga-chuga-choo-choo!” Janie danced like a train chug-a-chugging and wiggling her butt and working her hands, except on ‘choo-choo’ backed her own little butt up against up a wall.

“Well, you saw your sister double-fuck herself…” I asked Janie if her curiosity was satisfied enough to get back in her room and start changing.

“If you took my room, too, what would you use it for?” Janie ignored my question and asked one of her own.

“I only need Fart Face’s room,” I said, explaining that my arts and crafts would go nicely in there. “’I’ve always wanted a place for that, and because we have four kids I thought I’d have to wait until one of you moved out, because renting a six-bedroom with a den would be way too expensive,” I said.

“Yeah,” Janie agreed, but asked if I had her room, hypothetically, what would I use it for?

“I’m not going to take your room, so don’t worry about it,” I assured her as we watched Taylor start to pick up steam and get into the groove of fucking herself back and forth on the two dildos in the hallway.

“I know,” Janie said, but insinsted she just wanted to know if we could use it. “Would you store your toys in there? Like make it a playroom?” she asked.

“Now that’s an idea.” I knew in Janie’s mind a playroom was probably more of a place with doll houses, but the kind of toys her father and I played with could definitely use their own room.

I remembered the day before, when we were alone together, Janie had brought up what it would be like to be disciplined with me. I did what I always do when she brings up a hobby like that, and that was to basically stall until she forgets about it. It wasn’t worrying that the very next day she would bring up something about losing her room if she was disciplined. This was just her way of hinting around for something she wants, and if I ignored it and was dismissive, then by the weekend she would want to become a pro-bowler, or a figure skater, or an Eskimo queen, or whatever new fantasy she had.

Scotty opened the door to his room shirtless and wearing only underwear. This ordinarily didn’t surprise or shock me. However, seeing him sporting a very sizable boner stuffed INTO that underwear did seem off-putting.

“Good morning, ladies,” Scotty briskly greeted us.

Janie and I wished him a good morning, and Taylor mumbled something while sucking on Victor while it wiggled up against the wall from the force of her thrusts forward.

“You can stop to greet your brother properly just for a moment.” I told Taylor that was perfectly fine.

Taylor looked frustrated at the idea of stopping and knotted her brow before wishing her brother a good morning.

“You can wipe that pissy look off your face or I’ll wipe it off for you,” I warned her, and reminded her that I expected enthusiasm, respect, and considerate behavior from her at all times.

“Sorry, Ma’am,” Taylor said, explaining that she had just got into the rhythm and stopping made it difficult to slide back on. She seemed to be having difficulty getting her pussy lips lined up with Hector behind her so she could slip down on him.

“That’s when you ask your brother politely if he’ll help with your training and line up Hector,” I told her. I was totally making up procedures as I went and hoping it sounded reasonable.

“What on earth is she doing?” Scotty seemed perplexed at his sister crawling at his feet and trying to manage twin dildos in the hallway.

“I am learning to double-fuck myself, Sir,” Taylor explained, and asked if he minded lining up Hector against her cunt for her.

“So when I tell you to go fuck yourself I can tell you to go DOUBLE fuck yourself, and you WILL?” Scotty chuckled at the idea and squatted down to help line up the dildo. He seemed confused about how to slip it in, and Taylor actually had to gyrate herself onto the dildo while he held it up and straight for her so she could hook herself onto it and slide down the dildo.

“No, Sir.” Taylor told him that he didn’t have the authority to reward her like this for good behavior.

“Oh, this is a reward?” Scotty smiled and nodded with sudden understanding. “Right on, right on.”

Donny walked out of his room next, completely naked except for a long shirt.

“This is how you’re coming downstairs now?” I asked him.

“Gah!” Donny was shocked to see us all standing in the hallway just outside his door. “I thought I heard you guys out here,” Donny explained, and told us that he figured since Taylor was going to give him a hand-job he may as well get dressed after he got his nut.

“Your sister has about 14 minutes left of double-fucking to do before anything happens, so you may want to put on some shorts,” I suggested as Donny’s long dong flopped lazily down between his legs.

“What is Fart Face being punished for, anyway?” Donny asked.

“Good morning, Sir.” I was about to answer for her when Taylor stopped and politely answered him. “This isn’t punishment. I’m being trained to double-fuck myself. I’m happy to give you a hand-job and swallow your cum this morning!”

I was extremely turned on watching her raw fucking and hearing Taylor talk so genuinely submissively. I wanted to say those things to Tom the next time he let me double-fuck myself. We didn’t have too many places in the house that it could be done, and it was reserved for when the kids weren’t home, so I usually ended up doing it by myself with him not watching.

Donny basically made the same joke about telling her to go double-fuck herself that Scotty had. Scotty told him he’d just made that joke and the two of them started joking back and forth while watching their sister return to fucking herself on one dildo only to fall forward and suck off another.

“Can I teabag her this morning while she does that?” Donny asked.

“No.” I told Donny that his sister needed the mobility to lean all the way against the wall and then back into the other wall. “You can watch, but please let your sister train,” I said.

Donny looked disappointed and frustrated.

“I’d like to give her a sloppy jalopy later,” Scotty said enthusiastically.

“What’s a sloppy jalopy?” I asked, knowing I’d probably regret hearing the answer, whatever it was, like I did the Dirty Sanchez.

“Duh!” Janie made a sucking sound with her lips like I was stupid for even asking, and then answered for Scotty, “It’s the car that Oscar the Grouch drives on Sesame Street!”

“No, dummy.” Scotty glared at her with an annoyed expression before explaining that it’s when the guy’s about to cum, he finishes in his own hands and then slaps the girl’s face with it.

I was quiet while I considered that request, and said I would allow it but that they needed to get downstairs and eat, and I asked Donny to put on some shorts.

“Yeah, King Dong.” Scotty told his brother that he didn’t want his dick dragging the carpet and leaving a cum trail everywhere he goes.

I laughed and Donny fired back an insult of his own, but I could tell by the look on his face he was very flattered his brother had just said that about the size of his Johnson.

His dick was impressive, even soft – it looked bigger to me today than it did yesterday!

“You’re the best mom ever!!!” Scotty was thrilled that I would let him Sloppy Jalopy his sister as he stood over her naked body while she rammed herself from one wall to the other.

I didn’t feel like the ‘best mom ever’ – I was still feeling guilty about what I’d done with Matt the night before and hoping I would never see him again as long as I lived. That was a huge mistake, and I regretted every moment of last night with him.

“Don’t feel bad, Mom.” Donny put his arm around my shoulder and comforted me.

“What do you mean?” I was worried he knew! All sorts of thoughts began to run through my mind as to how he may have pieced things together. Mr. Goldman had seen me get out of Matt’s car naked – HE could have told them when he saw them last night. Janie couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it – SHE could have told them I came in the house naked, but then how would she know about Matt?

I was so worried.

“I know what you’re worried about.” Donny assured me it was alright.

“No, it’s not alright!” I was about to cry.

“So you fell asleep.” Donny assured me it was totally normal. “It’s getting darker sooner than normal these days and it was a little chilly last night. We handled things! Scotty and I got your back!” He high fived his brother.

I sniffed away a tear that was starting to form and smiled that he hadn’t known my secret after all.

“Me too!” Janie wanted to make sure I knew she was my number one and only fluffer, and she had my back, too.

“Awww, you’re the best!” I told them.

“I have your back too, Mistress!!” Taylor stopped double-fucking herself long enough to promise her loyalty to me.

“You need to keep your backside touching the wall and the moment it does you need to try to press those lips of yours against the wall in front of you!! When you get good at this you’ll be able to do both!!” I tried to sound like a hardass as I gave her instruction, but inside I was melting – my kids were so sweet.