CHAPTER FORTY SIX

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 12^th (Wednesday).

Joanne has just been caught giving oral sex to her neighbor in an Olive Garden parking lot.

“Step out of the car, Ma’am.” The policeman was not amused as he stood outside of the orange Pinto. The cop looked like a young, blonde Matthew McConaughey to me.

I’d been caught red-handed with my mouth still on my neighbor’s dick, and was terrified about what was going to happen.

I hadn’t been in trouble with the law since I was a teenager and was arrested for shoplifting. It wasn’t exactly the proudest moment of life, and to be honest I didn’t need the things I had shoplifted back then. I got such a spanking from my parents when I got home that I never even thought about doing something like that again!

I had the panicked feeling that it would be quite the opposite if Tom ever finds out – he may never want to spank my filthy, cheating ass again after this! It felt like the floor had just been pulled out from under me in an impossible dream.

“Yes, Officer.” I did as I was told and got out of the car while the officer said something into his radio. I turned to face Mort’s car and put my hands against the car so that he could search me.

The officer patted me down and in the process felt me up. He could tell I had on no panties and I was wet, but he said nothing. I hadn’t been arrested since I was a teenager so I had no frame of reference, but when Tom and I roleplayed the warden and the hardcore prison inmate he was a lot more overt about grabbing me. I had no reason to believe the Cop was being anything but professional and checking me all over from his gruff manner despite his fingers actually touching my bald, wet pussy when he searched me.

I was deeply embarrassed I was wet from his touch and even though I probably could have protested his handling me in my most intimate areas I thought it best just not to bring attention to it or risk adding to my shame when he pointed out I was the one turned on.

“Last night we had reports of a woman fitting your description running around naked in this parking lot.” The officer asked me, “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

“Please don’t arrest me, Sir!” I started to cry and admit that was me as well.

“I’m not going to arrest you.” He turned me around and I saw that he wasn’t Cherry Lawn P.D., he was a security guard assigned to patrol the shopping mall. “I am, however, going to give you a written warning and take your picture. If I catch you giving blowjobs in this parking lot again I’m going to have to ban you from the premises!” he said.

I was floored that that was all that would happen.

“You think you’re the only hot cougar who comes here to get raunchy?” The young blonde security guard chuckled at my surprise. “We had one the other day who must have just recently gotten her boob job come in after a few mimosas at the country club and bang three busboys behind that dumpster over there,” he said as he snapped my picture with a Polaroid and began to write the incident out on his form.

I didn’t question why he was using an old Polaroid camera. People have cell phones now with far better resolution but the Polaroid seemed somehow more appropriate for taking evidence photos.

Mort said nothing, silently waiting in the car. I didn’t want him to say anything – I was mortified that I had ended up in this predicament; and all because I’d sucked off my neighbor and cheated on my husband the night before!

“Do you have ID with you?” he asked us. I handed him mine without protest.

“I left mine in my other pajamas, officer,” Mort told the guard through the window – obviously joking.

“Okay, name then?” The guard took Mort’s picture from inside the car and continued his report.

“It’s Donald J. Trump,” Mort said, and introduced me as his wife Melania.

“Melania Trump?” The officer looked at us, incredulous that we would even dare say something so absurdly untrue.

I nodded that I was in fact Melania Trump, but I’d already handed him my license and I found it hard to keep a straight face – I can be a terrible liar.

I should have probably taken this more seriously, but once I realized he was just a security guard I felt silly for being so worried.

“You do know I can call the real police down here and we can ask them to check you for ID?” he said as he looked at mine and called me Joanne of 222 Cherry Lane.

Now I had reason to be worried again.

“I’m pretty sure, though, you don’t have the authority to make me stay that long, do you?” Mr. Goldman pointed out, saying that he was free to go long before the cops came. I wanted my license back, though!

“You know what you could do and we could forget this entire thing?” the guard suggested to us while raising his eyebrows up and down.

“Offer to suck your cock as well?” I answered – already processing in my mind that three dicks would be just as bad as one when it came to cheating.

“I was going to say throw me twenty bucks to tear up the report.” The man said that he liked the way I thought even better. “Four years of working this parking lot, and I’ve seen couples tie each other up and fuck behind this dumpster; women flashing their tits; teenagers streaking as a dare; I even saw a girl walking on all fours like a dog the other night. And not one of them has ever offered to suck my dick to get out of trouble. So thank you for that, Joanne Swift of 222 Cherry Lane Drive. I really appreciate that.”

Mort asked if I was going to finish him as well then, or should he go back to the house.

“If you’d allow me to go to the ATM I could get you twenty dollars,” I told the security guard and smiled politely.

“That would be really nice of you!” He said sadistically that he’d have my license waiting for me after I came back – but that first I could suck his cock and finish off Mr. Trump while I was at it.

October 12^th, 2016 – WEDNESDAY MORNING – Joanne is naked behind the Olive Garden dumpster with the security guard and Mort Goldman around 9am.

The dumpster smelled foul, and in the morning the parking lot looked a lot more open than I remembered from my drunken stupor the night before. I was just fortunate that none of the stores or restaurants were open at this time of day because anyone driving by would have been able to see me completely naked and sucking the dicks of two men.

I know it sounds like I was being blackmailed, and I should just get in my car and just run for the nearest authority – maybe call this guard’s supervisor and report him or escape to my safe place back home – but I was in a heightened state of panic and reacting to the situation without common sense. I was running on pure adrenalin.

I’d removed my apron completely and was wearing only my slave collar and shoes. Mr. Goldman had seen me naked many times, but the younger security guard took the time to admire my body.

“Look at those big naturals,” he said as he played with my tits and swung and squeezed them. The rent-a-cop noticed my nipple shields and squeezed the nipples hard. I hate to admit it was turning me on to be played with this way, but it was.

“You don’t have to be so rough.” Mort suggested the cop be a little more gentle and less crude with me.

“Why?” The guard was still fully dressed, but he reached down between my legs and played with my slick, bald pussy, and my wetness told him I was turned on by it. “You have to know your wife obviously gets off on the rough stuff, Mr. Trump – or should I say, Mr. Tom Swift?” The guard had seen Tom’s name on the back of the ingot hanging from my slave collar and surmised that Mort was him.

I was slightly insulted that the guard would think I would marry someone as puny as Mr. Goldman.

“I’m not her husband.” Mort admitted that he was just my neighbor.

I looked at Mort, scornful that he’d just told the guy basically where HE lived as well.

“Oh, you dirty slut!” The guard pulled my hair and pushed me down to my knees in front of him. “You’re out sucking off the neighbor while your husband is probably at work! You fit in perfectly with these country club bitches in this area!”

I unpacked his dong without the use of my hands by unzipping his pants with just my teeth. The guard’s package was a decent 7 inches and he was already hard. I took him out of his underwear with just my mouth and tongue and he sounded impressed.

“Wow, now that’s a good trick.” The security guard grabbed me by my ears and started pulling me up and down on his cock, even though I was already able to take him to the base and not choke on his dick.

“So, I guess I’ll just stand here and wait my turn.” Mr. Goldman joked that was something he was used to with his own wife.

“You can get in on this, Mr. Trump,” the guard joked, saying that Mort could take me from behind.

I hadn’t agreed to be fucked by either of these men, but the guard didn’t seem to think I’d mind or that I had much room to negotiate.

I didn’t have any room to negotiate. I’d been squatting with my legs apart at the guard’s feet, but I stood up and bent over while holding my cheeks apart to let Mr. Goldman know it would be alright.

“That is such a pretty pussy.” Mr. Goldman complimented me as he got behind me and pulled down his pants. Despite the smallness of his prick I could feel him enter me. “Your pussy is a little wider than your daughter’s, but I actually like yours better!”

I felt a fresh wave of shame ripple up and down my back as the guard thrust his cock down my throat and offered a high five to Mr. Goldman. “Don’t leave me hanging, bruh!” He waited for Goldman to slap his hand before asking me why the neighbor has seen my daughter’s pussy.

“She likes to show it off,” I said truthfully around his cock without taking my mouth off of it.

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” The guard started to face-fuck me hard. I had difficulty keeping up with his thrusts as he pounded my tonsils in and out roughly. He was trying to hurt me, to smash my nose with his dick and bring his tight balls against my chin.

I could almost not feel Mr. Goldman behind me other than his loving embrace around my stomach. His dick was doing little for me – even as I backed into him.

As odious and vulgar as the security guard was turning out to be, I preferred his strong hand and forceful touch to the more polite Mr. Goldman.

“Are you a dirty slut?” the guard asked me while face-fucking my mouth.

“Yes, Sir – I am a dirty slut!” I admitted – knowing I needed to talk dirty to get him off. It was still humiliating to give this perverted guard the pleasure of knowing he could make me say anything he wanted.

“I bet you love the taste of cum, don’t you?” The guard promised to shoot hot cum down my throat as he groaned and grunted while he used my face to get off.

“She does, actually,” Mr. Goldman admitted while fucking me from behind. “She puts cum in her almond milk.”

I looked over my shoulder scornfully at Mr. Goldman for revealing my secret, but he shrugged as he continued fucking me. He looked so ridiculous in a jacket and a pair of pajamas as he pumped me from behind.

The security guard didn’t believe him anyway and kept pounding my face.

I think if he’d believed it I may not have decided to play a little game of dirty Jenga with him and admit to it. “It’s true – I love cum so much – dirty cum dripping off my chin and out of my pussy! Smack my ass, Mort, please!”

Mort spanked my left butt-cheek with the heft and weight of a small boy, and I was less than impressed but I continued to pretend to get off on it.

“Let me show you how to do it.” The guard switched off with Mort and took over from behind. He slid his cock in my pussy and told me how tight it was. “You feel like a proper sheathe for my sword, bitch!” he said as he smacked my ass.

“Wow, what’s this?” the guard asked rhetorically, and flicked the diamond base of my butt-plug Bud. “You nasty little whore – you take it up the ass so much you wear a butt-plug? That’s fucking hot!”

Mort came around to my mouth and I gobbled his pecker without regard for my own taste dripping from his dick. I’d cleaned off my own dildos for so long that I associated all masturbating with the taste of my own creamy pussy, and longed for that delicious taste in my mouth.

I have to admit I was getting off now, and the rougher the guard became spanking my ass, the more I liked it. I begged him to spank harder and he stuck his fingers in my mouth and pulled on my nose while mounting from behind.

I could take this in part because I double-fucked myself all the time as well and could bounce fully back on the guard’s dick while pushing forward to take all of Mort – in fact I could do both of them quite easily and keep both cocks inside.

At this point, I was no longer concerned that I was naked behind an Olive Garden dumpster and that I could be seen if someone happened to be driving by. I kept fucking and sucking while the guard pulled my hair and spanked my ass.

Mr. Goldman actually held out the longest. When the guard shot his hot load in between my thighs, he grabbed my tits and yanked them like he was milking a cow and yelled “FUCK YEAH! THANK YOU SLUT!” before slapping my bottom one more time hard.

Goldman came shortly after – his cum had a very distinct flavor, and I recognized it from the milk right away. It tasted extra salty and was very thin and light as it dripped down my throat. He held my face close to his cock as he finished on my tongue.

I imagined a whole bunch of security guards had been watching us – ones this guard had called when he was on his CB radio earlier to report me – and ready to take turns. I was so horny and turned-on I would have fucked all of them if they’d been there.

I had offered to suck this guy’s cock to get out of trouble – and I felt guilty for that, but at the same time him taking things further actually turned me on. The guard’s roughness with me and fucking me from behind had been HIS decision, and it made me feel less guilty for some reason – even though I had willingly undressed and presented my pussy to be fucked.

“You little cum slut.” The guard zipped his pants and pointed to my bald pussy dripping with cum. “You going to go home and let your husband eat my cum out of your pussy?”

“No sir,” I said defiantly, and squatted down above the dirty cement next to the dumpster to let myself drip. “I’m going to eat it all before I go home.”

I got down on my hands and knees just to blow his mind and lapped his cum off the ground.

I thought I may as well play my Jenga game with this guy since I wouldn’t be seeing him ever again. No one would ever believe this happened to him when he inevitably told the story to his friends and bragged about the MILF cougar who greedily licked his cum off the ground.

“I told you she liked cum.” Mort smiled as he watched me lap up the teaspoon full of white goo I’d just deposited on the ground.

“Be back tonight at 8pm when my shift begins and we’ll do it again,” the guard sneered, as if I were humiliating HIM by reveling in my own sluttiness. I felt like he may have wanted to humiliate me, and the fact that I embraced it only made him want another crack at me.

“You said after I gave you twenty dollars, we were done, Sir,” I said politely and submissively.

“I said that I would give you your license back.” The guard said he wasn’t done with “Mr. Trump” or me.

“You can’t order me around!” Mr. Goldman demanded.

“No, I can’t,” the guard agreed with him. “I do, however, have your photo.” The guard took another Polaroid of both of us – Mort with his pajama bottoms around his ankles, and me naked. “I know where you both live, and I have your license plate number. I’m sure the people who live there may love to know what I know. You could avoid that, and all you have to do is come on down to Olive Garden tonight at 8pm and blow me. I want both of you here.”

“Doesn’t seem like much of a choice,” Mort observed with a frown.

“Olive Garden: When you’re here, you’re family,” the guard quoted from an Olive Garden advertisement in an Italian accent, before explaining that, “Sometimes family doesn’t give you much of a choice.”

I know I shouldn’t have laughed at his joke, but I remembered that commercial. I know I should have been feeling complete disgust for this man who’d just blackmailed me – or at the very least fear for my life – but I remembered back to when I shoplifted as a teenager and the strange thrill I had even after I had been caught doing something naughty.

It felt that way with this man’s cum dripping down my chin right then – like I was a bad girl. And, even though I had ever reason to be ashamed of what I just did, a sliver of my being actually got off on giving him pleasure and being this sexy source of amusement to him that morning.

October 11^th, 2016 – TUESDAY Afternoon – Joanne is home alone after paying off the security guard and getting her car.

I may have shoplifted three times when I was a teenager before I got caught. It was usually something personal like a bra, hair brush, or panties. I had the money to pay for them in my pocket when I finally got caught. I hadn’t stolen because I needed those items, I had done it because the thrill of doing something naughty spoke to a tiny part of me. Maybe that was why I sometimes enjoyed it when Tom made me flash in public places, and yet a part of me was completely humiliated.

That could be why I was actually turned on by this experience on some level, and yet at the same time felt total and absolute fear – not that he would rape me or make me do even more heinous things, but that I would lose my husband and my family if or when they found out what I had done.

Yes, I gave the security guard 20 bucks to get my license back after withdrawing it from the ATM, but I didn’t promise to meet him again. I don’t know if he was even serious, but a part of me thought it may be better to just go and give him what he wanted than to risk it.

A part of me wanted to go.

Taylor had gone red-faced to school and done very humiliating things at home, often embracing them in front of her brothers. However, what I was considering seemed so much more shameful – and I could not risk my family discovering it.

Yet a part of me wanted to go back to Olive Garden tonight, not just to keep this guard from telling them, but because my pussy was throbbing from the adrenalin and endorphin rush of being such a dirty, naked slut behind a dumpster. I was really trying to grapple with the idea that I had gotten off on something that was so dangerous to my well-being.

He could have made me do far worse than suck and fuck his dick.

My family and friends could find out – and then I could lose my husband and the respect of my kids!

I knew Mr. Goldman would never tell – I didn’t doubt that. I would make it a point to encourage him with my secret little Jenga games where I tried to shock him to keep it that way, but he had as much to lose as I did.

The guard’s name tag said his name was Tony, which is funny because one of my dildos has the same name. I didn’t talk to Mr. Goldman after I got back to the house, but I took a long cold shower and had to really think about whether or not I was going to take this guard seriously and meet him tonight at 8pm.

I was pretty sure Mort was unlikely to offer or even bring this matter up again but Tony had made it very clear he wanted us both there. I wondered if he would even go or if he thought I would. I wasn’t sure what the consequences may be of just avoiding the matter altogether – I didn’t want to think about it right then.

HEY HONEY, I SEE YOU WITHDREW TWENTY BUCKS FROM THE ATM BUT YOU DIDN’T TEXT OR ASK PERMISSION. VERY NAUGHTY!

My husband texted me – I felt awful and more so about betraying his trust.

I AM SO SORRY MASTER. I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE. LAST NIGHT I SUCKED A STRANGERS DICK AT THE OLIVE GARDEN. IT TURNED OUT TO BE OUR NEIGHBORS FUTURE SON IN LAW. THEN THIS MORNING I SUCKED THE NEIGHBORS DICK IN THE SAME PARKING LOT AND WHEN WE GOT CAUGHT I OFFERED TO SUCK OFF THE SECURITY GUARD AND HE FUCKED ME AND SAID TO MEET HIM TONIGHT OR HE WOULD COME OVER. I REALLY FUCKED UP AND I DON’T BLAME YOU FOR LEAVING ME.

I typed that and about six other things like it before erasing each one and cowardly deciding to send something else entirely.

I JUST HAD TO BUY SOME MORE ALMOND MILK AND I THE GROCERY STORE CASH REGISTERS ONLY TOOK CASH. I LOVE YOU DARLING AND MISS YOU.

I felt super guilty as I sent that last text message. I needed time to figure out how I was going to deal with what just happened and what I would tell Tom.

YOU AND YOUR ALMOND MILK FIXATION. I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE THE TASTE OF CUM. I’VE TRAINED YOU WELL. I’LL GIVE YOU A BUNCH WHEN I GET HOME THIS WEEKEND. PROMISE! I WANT YOU TO GO OUTSIDE AND DIG THAT HOLE TO SIX FEET DEEP AND FOUR FEET WIDE WITH BUD IN YOUR MOUTH THE ENTIRE TIME. YOU ARE TO RUN ONE LAP EVERY TIME YOU DIG TWELVE INCHES AND. SINCE YOU ALREADY DOUBLE FUCKED YOURSELF I WANT YOU TO BRING LOUIS OUTSIDE AND FUCK HIM FOR FIVE MINUTES ON THE PATIO BY STANDING UP OVER HIM IN BOTH HOLES. CAN YOU DO THAT?

That was quite an intense amount of training to do on my own and would take a good part of the day to complete. I was desperate to ask Tom what the point of the hole was outside, but I knew Tom was the kind of guy who would tell me if or when I needed to know and one that I shouldn’t ask such questions of.

Tom welcomed questions, but only if I really needed to know the answers. If I just wanted to satiate my curiosity, then he would be disappointed I didn’t trust him to tell me when or if I actually needed to know his reasons. His reasons for me to do this yard work were probably to plant a tree, or just an object lesson in discipline and he would have me fill it in next week. I was happy to serve him, to get back to my usual routine and keep my mind off what I’d done this morning.

Tom had never made me dig a hole in the past, but he had me garden and work in the back yard naked before, and he had me run laps many times – in part because he liked to watch my fat ass bounce and tits jiggle while I did.

I WILL OBEY LIKE A GOOD WIFE SIR.

I sent back the short text – I had already undressed once I got home and was ready to go outside and do as I was told. I was trying to put my impulsive indulgence that morning behind me and forget what a total slut I’d been – but it wasn’t easy. Serving Tom directly right now was what I needed, but I’d settle for doing his bidding by phone – being a good wife like I should have been all along.

The guilt for my sins this morning was starting to mount.

Tom didn’t respond to my text, but I didn’t expect him to. I knew he was working hard in Georgia at the data center and I was thankful he had time to send instructions at all.

I went outside and pushed Bud out of my ass onto the patio and then got on my hands and knees and picked him up with my mouth. The rule for Taylor on that was the same for me, except I didn’t have to ask anyone to take it out of my ass. Tom knew I could manage that on my own with the strength of my pussy and ass muscles.

“That was crazy, huh?” I heard Mr. Goldman through the back fence – he was clearly watching me and not surprised at all when I squatted down and began to force Bud out of my ass in front of him and then knelt on all fours to pick it up.

I could speak while holding the plug in my mouth fairly well and scanned the fence to look for him. “Yeahffth, what should we do?” I asked him.

“Well, he wants a blowjob,” Mort’s tone was slightly amused, “so I’m not going unless you’re there because I don’t want to be the one to give him one.”

“What if he wants more and comes over to our house?” I asked nervously as I picked up a shovel and began digging in the backyard.

“This would be a really bad time for that to happen.” Mort explained that while his sister wouldn’t be too shocked he was involved in something shady like this, Sol really looked up to him. “I’m sure Muriel would leave me, and while that’s probably not a bad thing, I’m not sure anyone else would ever have me.”

I almost dropped the butt-plug in my mouth when I chuckled at that.

“No offense.” Mr. Goldman said that it didn’t seem I minded all that much and it would be over quickly if we just went down there and did it.

I probably would have had a little more moral ground to stand on if I wasn’t standing outside naked in my backyard holding a stainless steel butt-plug in my mouth.

“What we do will stay just between us, though,” I made Mort promise me. He watched me dig the hole a little longer. I could hear him masturbating on the other side of the fence as I stopped to run a lap around the fence.

“I love to watch you run,” he admitted though the fence. I was strangely flattered he thought I was sexy – I know I get a lot of looks from guys, but I always assume it’s just because of how I carry myself and my tits.

“I hope if you’re playing with yourself you’re saving it for my milk carton?” I teased him as I jogged – letting my tits and ass bounce freely as I rounded the fence.

“I actually built a little shelter in the backyard with a cup so I can bring it over if I can’t hold it for some reason,” Mort bragged proudly.

“You built a shelter so you can watch me play with myself?” I asked – quite flattered and a little bit confused he would go to all that trouble.

“It’s for a Jewish holiday. I’ll have to take it down after the holiday, but Muriel knows I’m lazy and will procrastinate – it’s one of the best reasons to be Jewish!”

“That you get to build shelters in your backyard to watch your neighbor run laps naked?” I asked rounding the fence near him.

“No, that it’s kind of expected that you’re going to procrastinate,” Mort admitted with a bit of his patented self-deprecating humor, before adding that he did enjoy watching me as well.

“Did you really mean you liked my pussy better than Fart Face’s?” I asked him as I picked up Louis after finishing my run. I bent over at the waist with my legs apart, facing my pussy towards what I assumed was his eye-hole to give him a good view. I was actually quite flattered he had said that earlier this morning and was probably fishing for compliments – my daughter did have a very lovely pussy, and even though it’s very wicked for me to ask a stranger to compare them, I was curious if he thought mine looked sexy!

I also just wanted to play with his head a little and see if I could make him “Jenga” after what he and I had experienced this morning. I was still thinking a lot about that security guard and whether or not I dared to go back tonight, and I wanted a new distraction so I didn’t overthink that decision.

Louis is a 16-inch latex dildo with a fist for a head and a heavy base so that he can be set flat on the ground and sat on. He’s the largest toy in our collection.

“Yes, I absolutely love both of your pussies – as gentile pussies go you both have the best I’ve seen. I haven’t seen too many Jewish pussies without the hair, so I can’t really say there. Fart Face’s is so smooth and flat, and yours has contours and is so pink and mysterious. You almost never take out your butt-plug. Can I come over and check out your asshole while you do whatever it is you’re going to do?”

I was shocked that he called Taylor “Fart Face” – it was the first time he’d used her new name, as far as I knew.

“I have five minutes on Louis with my pussy and then five minutes with my asshole,” I explained. I started to finger myself a little to get wet and then slid down the fist so that my pussy wrapped around the head. With practice I could actually pick Louis up off the ground and swing it around like an elephant trunk, or a third leg.

There was silence and then Sandor started barking when the doorbell rang.

I knew it was him and I walked to the door naked with the butt-plug in my mouth and holding Louis with just my tight pussy muscles. I brazenly answered the door wearing nothing else but my slave collar and a smile.

I didn’t expect Rachel to be standing there, all six feet tall and smiles with her long red hair flowing around her. She had a brilliant white smile and looked even more ravishing now that she’d had time to put on makeup

Her tits were almost the size of mine, and she reminded me of one of Janie’s Barbie dolls with her perfect, almost toy-like, features. I would have been even more humiliated had it been anyone else – but somehow the look on her face told me she knew exactly what I was doing and approved. “You’re very neighborly out here!” she chuckled broadly.

“I didn’t expect you to be at the door!” I almost slammed it in her face – the plug still glinting in my mouth as I stood there in total shame and humiliation.

“I didn’t expect you to answer the door like that!” Mort’s beautiful sister answered graciously and asked if he was over here while staring at my naked body through the door. I hadn’t opened the door all the way, but it was open far enough that closing it wouldn’t do any good to preserve my modesty.

“No, he isn’t.” There was no point in standing in the doorway naked, so I retreated slightly and let the tall, beautiful woman walk in to my living room.

She walked in like she owned my house. As she evaluated my decorations and furnishings, like she had my body when she first saw me, I couldn’t help but feel more exposed about any faults she found with them than over my own nudity.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt while you were uh…” Rachel said and smirked. She admitted she was a single mother and got lonely herself, “…although I’m not nearly as creative as you with the toys, obviously. I am glad I didn’t send Sol over here looking for his uncle – although I’m not sure Sol would have minded.” She grinned at my clearly embarrassing situation.

I didn’t know how to answer her.

“I’ll leave you to your privacy.” Rachel smiled at me with a knowing wink and said she thought her brother was here because he’d been gone a long time this morning and the last place Muriel saw him was with me.

“He was just in the backyard,” I blurted out while holding the plug in my mouth – it was better that she knew he was out there than with me while I played with myself.

“You know this because you were in the backyard like that?” Rachel seemed a little confused – she was about to leave, but now she was curious. Unlike her timid brother, Rachel could be very pushy and aggressive.

“I was digging a little hole,” I admitted, before saying I took a little break and then fucked myself with this dildo. I know it sounded completely absurd, but Rachel didn’t seem overly surprised by my response – I think she respected the fact that at least I was being honest with her.

“Mort’s my fraternal twin.” Rachel looked me in the eyes and told me I didn’t have to explain further. “He’s been peeping on boobs since he left the nursery. I can’t remember a time he wasn’t looking at breasts – although you may be the first woman I’ve ever met who actually encouraged him to look,” she chuckled, before saying that they had an aunt once who probably left the shower door open intentionally. “You’re a lot more forward than Dodah Levona ever would have been.”

I was turning beet red, and the shame of standing in my own living room this way was starting to really hit me as the gorgeous woman stared me down. I was strangely turned on as well – she was so much hotter than I consider myself, and I was admittedly still turned on from this morning – so much so that I didn’t mind her seeing me like this, and since she acted like it was almost normal, I didn’t bother to change.

“What? You play with yourself in the backyard in front of my brother and now you try to hide those massive tits? Honey, I’ve seen some things. You don’t have to hide from me – I’ve got toys of my own at home.” She smiled at me and said, “Admittedly, not nearly as big as the one you have, but I’m not a prude. Enjoy your day.”

I took the butt-plug out of my mouth and thanked her – I’m not supposed to touch it with my hands, but under the circumstances it seemed indecent to set it down with my mouth in front of her just to say goodbye.

Rachel was about to leave with a smile on her face. I know I had embarrassed myself in front of her, but she told me I had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of while reminding me, “You look beautiful, and what you do in the privacy of your own home is your business. I’m sorry for interrupting, hon. I thought Mort or Sol may be over here for some reason.”

That’s the moment when I heard the sliding glass patio door behind me open and Mort say, “Wow, you won’t believe it. I had to climb your fence. My sister almost caught me jerking off out there – that was a close one. Let me just rub one out and I have to get back home.”

Once Mort realized his sister had heard everything he said, he stopped, completely frozen in place.

Rachel’s smile turned into a frown as she spun around to regard him with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised – she didn’t seem entirely surprised by her brother’s admission, but she was clearly angry or at the very least disgusted with him.

“It’s not what you think!” Mort insisted.

“I think that you snuck over to your neighbor’s house with your pants off so you can masturbate and watch your neighbor play with herself while I was out looking for you?” Rachel asked him if that summed up what just happened.

“Yes, it’s exactly what you think then,” Mort admitted sheepishly, saying that did sound really bad when she put it like that.

Rachel shook her head and said he hadn’t changed since they were kids.

“I’m a lot better at masturbating, but I suppose I haven’t changed that much.” Mort accepted he was in deep trouble now and made no apologies.

“Well, go ahead then.” Rachel sat down on my couch to watch with her arms folded and a stubborn look on her face to signify she wasn’t leaving until he showed her exactly what he came over to do. “You want to whack it, then you whack it. Don’t let me stop you. I’ve got to see the great Mort Goldman do what he does best,” she insisted.

“You want me to masturbate in front of you?” Mort asked curiously – clearly not trying to hide his small pecker from his sister.

“Sure, why not?” Rachel was very comfortable with her own sexuality and clearly not a prude. “I’ve got a minute – or would it take longer?” she asked, and said clearly if he was doing nothing wrong that he can just dash one out for her right now.

I knew she was asking him rhetorically, but Mort answered her anyway.

“I don’t, but Mrs. Swift may.” Mort looked at me for help – he was clearly intimidated by his twin sister.

I was naked with a fist-shaped dildo in my pussy and a butt-plug back in my mouth – there was not a lot for me to say here. I had answered the door that way and I was mortified.

“Your brother does peep on me in the backyard, and I’ll admit I’ve been well aware that he watches, but he mostly just masturbates for me and it’s been relatively harmless,” I offered – realizing how weak and completely wrong that sounded as I said it.

My husband insisted I train in the backyard, and with the fence the way it was there was nothing I was going to be able to do to stop him from watching anyway.

“That’s fine,” Rachel told me, saying she was no stranger to watching men flap their wood, and as long as I didn’t mind her watching too, then she’d be fine with it. “I actually think I may just learn something from you both! You’re clearly expert, with years of practice.”

“I know you can’t really be serious and don’t actually want to watch me train myself.” I was quite sure Rachel had just essentially dared me to proceed, but the way someone dares you to say one more thing when they’re warning you not to say another thing.

“Oh no, this should be really awesome,” Rachel smiled broadly at me, showing that she thought it was quite funny. “Don’t stop on my account!”

“The thing is, my husband told me to go outside and dig a hole, and every time I dig a foot I’m to stop and play with myself for 10 minutes with this toy. And because there are holes in my fence, there really isn’t a lot I could do even if I wanted to in order to stop Mort from watching. I know he watches, so I just invited him over.”

I tried to explain, hoping that she would see reason. I don’t think that made sense to her, and once I heard myself say it, it didn’t to me either. It only increased my humiliation and made me sound like I was a total pervert.

“So, is this something you do every day out there?” Rachel wore a devil-may-care grin on her face like she was tempting me to just come right out and tell her everything since it would all be obvious.

“No.” I admitted that I don’t usually go outside with Louis, but that yes, I usually did yard work in the nude and played with myself outside.

“So is this why Sol was outside helping you do yard work yesterday?” Rachel held up finger quotes around the word ‘helping’ to imply she knew her son had peeped on me as well. I had no idea Sol had seen me.

“No, not at all.” Mr. Goldman was clearly nervous and lying as he said something about doing legitimate yard work.

“In fifteen years the boy has never once lifted a garden hose, and suddenly he comes here to spend Sukkot with you and he’s outside like John Boy Walton lifting bales and mowing lawns?” Rachel clearly didn’t believe it.

“He was helping me build the Sukkah,” Mr. Goldman’s voice got high-pitched and whiny.

“That’s what you’ve been doing!” Rachel suddenly connected the dots. Her brother had apparently been building a temporary shelter for a Jewish holiday. It was supposed to represent when the Jews were lost in the desert for 40 years and didn’t know where they were going.

“We were too embarrassed to ask for directions!” Mort made a joke about his people following Moses without directions – I was the only one who laughed.

“So you’ve been outside this whole time building a shelter next to the fence so that you can be out there in the back yard beating your meat while peeping over here on this dirty woman and her nice daughters?” Rachel seemed incensed.

She was giving Mort the second degree and I felt like, given all he had done for me: giving me a ride and keeping my secrets, I should at least speak on his behalf.

“My daughter is being disciplined, and Mr. Goldman may have seen some things that should have been private,” I explained.

“Disciplined?” Rachel looked confused and yet there was a sense of growing amusement with this situation on her beautiful face. “I’m sure my brother was creeping around back here and stuck his big nose where it doesn’t belong!”

“It’s okay – I knew he was watching and I’m not mad.” I explained calmly that my daughter had this coming because of her misbehavior, and we felt that if we had to hide the fact we spanked her then we probably had a reason to be ashamed ourselves.

“What exactly did she do that you should need to spank her?” Rachel was curious, but at the same time her tone suggested she was uncomfortable with the idea of spankings.

“You wouldn’t have time for the list of awful, mean things my spoiled daughter has done over the years, but it recently came to a head and we finally decided to take fairly extreme measures to keep her in line. She hasn’t been lazy or self-centered since, and her behavior has improved tremendously – so in that sense, I don’t mind that Mr. Goldman knows or watched her get disciplined. That was nothing to be ashamed of, although I shouldn’t have been playing with myself out here. I’ll most likely spank my daughter when she gets home from school, and after she gets done babysitting, for something she’ll have done wrong, and Mr. Goldman is welcome to watch,” I admitted truthfully.

“That’s a lot of spanking – I thought you said she was well-behaved?” Rachel asked with the same confused expression. I got the impression she was evaluating my parenting style and trying to make up her mind whether I was crazy or this actually worked.

“She is BETTER behaved, but she still requires constant discipline.” I explained that we slowed down the tendency to be deceitful, manipulative, and disrespectful, but that we hadn’t ended it yet.

I could sense an inner fire and strength in Rachel that was nowhere in her brother. It felt like I had to explain myself to her – justify my decisions. “If she’s on perfect behavior tonight it’ll only be because she knows I’m serious and the rules have become strict for her this past week,” I explained.

“Very strict!” Mort echoed my sentiment with a smile.

“What would you know of strict?” Rachel shot him a dirty look to shut up her brother and then asked me how I got her to agree to submit to the discipline. “You just told her that you’d be cracking the whip around here and to shape up or you’d spank her? And she took you seriously?” she asked skeptically.

“I know it sounds hard to believe with a teenager in high school, but my husband and I went over the new rules and I’ve been doing my best to keep the rules consistent while he’s traveling.” I almost wanted to call her ‘Ma’am’ because of how confident and powerful Rachel seemed at times. Her body language, with her shoulders straight back accentuating her tits, reminded me of how breathtaking she’d been that morning when she first opened the door and stared at me with a daring look on her face that suggested the question, “Like what you see?”

Rachel had an aura of confidence about her that suggested the answer was definitely yes and if for some reason you didn’t like what you saw – she didn’t care either.

I love my husband 100% and he satisfies me completely, but I’ll admit I was definitely attracted to Rachel – and I think just about any man or woman would be.

“I don’t doubt you.” Rachel seemed to be considering something shrewdly as she added, “I was just wondering if it was that simple to lay things out with my own son that way and I could finally get the respect I deserve. I’m a single mother – and let me tell you, sometimes I think I kvetch just to hear myself kvetch – if you know what I mean?”

I nodded with a grin that I thought I did.

“It may do the little skutch some good if you laid down the law,” Mort said. “Most Goldman men are pretty weak, and he’d cave the first moment you laid out your demands.” Mr. Goldman was more than happy to throw his nephew to the wolves if it meant Rachel’s ire for him would dissipate.

“You’ve been a little skutch all your life, Morty!” Rachel reminded her brother, and suggested that Muriel had laid down rules and it didn’t work with him.

“I’d love it if she spanked me.” Mort chuckled at his obvious joke and redirected his sister back to discussing his nephew. “You could bring Sol over tonight after she gets home from school and see how the discipline is working, if you like. I’m sure Mrs. Swift won’t mind giving you some tips!” Mort seemed amused at the idea.

“I really don’t mind at all,” I told Rachel, adding that she was welcome at our house any time, and that disciplining Taylor was an open secret in our house. “All of my kids know that Taylor’s discipline is also setting an example for them for what could happen if they get out of hand.”

“Oy? You hear that, Morty?” Rachel became offended that I would suggest her son is welcome to come over to see the discipline. “She says it’s okay that I should bring my teenage Sol over to watch her spank her daughter, and that you can watch too!”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I walked back my offer once she said it like that, feeling quite ashamed of myself. That did sound rather forward, and I apologized.

“No need to apologize,” Rachel dismissed me with a wave of her hand like a queen offering a pardon to a condemned prisoner. “You saw an opportunity to take charge of your daughter and your discipline seems to be working – for that I admire you.”

“Thank you!” I said with a smile.

“The part I want to know is that Mort here would only throw Sol under the bus to save himself.” She glared at her brother and he became visibly nervous. “I actually like that you’re so open – and what you do in your backyard and your house is your business. I can’t fault something that actually works, so don’t take my frustration to mean that I’m judging you. I’m Jewish – I judge everybody. That’s what we do.” She smiled.

She would have made a much better Domme Mistress for my daughter than me. I was completely in awe of how in control and bossy she could be. Mort had given me the impression that came quite naturally to most Jewish women – or at least, the ones in his life.

“First, let me ask, Bubbale…” Rachel asked her brother to tell her the truth. “We’ve been visiting you for less than a day, and you’ve already invited Sol into the Sukkah to watch your naughty peep show for the two of you little fornicators?”

She waved her hand in front of my nudity to accentuate her comments. “Just be honest with me for a change,” Rachel added.

“You know…” Mr. Goldman admitted that Sol may have seen or heard some things. “It’s a Goldman tradition. We’ve been Peeping Toms since our family watched the Puritans shower on the Mayflower. I mean, you want he should learn about the birds and bees from a cheap prostitute? It’s better he learns the old-fashioned way: through a fence-post hole.”

I knew he was clearly joking, as his family would have had to predate the Mayflower’s landing, but his joke didn’t amuse his sister. She paid no attention to his attempts at humor because they were deflections from the real question she was asking.

“Is Sol outside now watching back there?” Rachel asked Mr. Goldman if Sol was waiting on the other side of the fence to watch me.

“No,” Mort said, and then changed his story to add, “I would have no idea if he was.”

Mort’s voice clearly got higher and higher the more he lied, and right now it was at least one-and-a-half octaves higher than his normal squeaky pitch.

Rachel stood up and took her top off and then unbuttoned her jeans, disrobing in my living room. I stood there stunned by her good looks – she could have easily been a runway model or a Sports Illustrated cover girl.

There wasn’t a blemish on her perfect, creamy, hairless body – she looked airbrushed except in real life as she stepped out of her clothes and revealed her perfectly toned nude form. Rachel had been wearing no bra or panties. She asked me if I minded handing her the dildo between my legs quite casually, like undressing in front of a stranger was not in the least bit unusual.

She certainly had no reason to be embarrassed – her body was the kind of chiseled perfection that won bikini contests at the beach no matter what bikini she may have had on.

Her nipples were well-rounded and as bubble-gum pink as the lips jutting out slightly from inside her nearly bald pussy. There was a small Brazilian strip of red public hair that matched the fire-red hair on her head.

I was so shocked by how completely natural the woman looked naked and how comfortable she was asking for my dildo that I popped it from my pussy and handed Louis to her like it was an Oscar for best actress in a motion picture.

“Thank you for telling me the truth. WE should make that a habit from now on, Morty.” She rolled her eyes at her brother who was doing a double-take and said, “You can put your eyeballs back into your head. You’ve seen me naked plenty of times on the Internet – don’t pretend you haven’t rented my movies.” She placed my still wet dildo between her perfectly shaped tits and told me she was impressed – I assumed by its size or the fact I could take so much of him inside of me.

Mort was silent – but he didn’t deny he’d seen her naked. “I never RENTED any of your movies,” he muttered to himself.

“You bought them? I should be flattered.” Rachel snickered at her brother’s honesty. “I wish more people bought them; then I wouldn’t have had to come here hat in hand to ask for a little financial help,” she smiled.

“Ah, that’s what this visit was about.” Mort nodded in sudden realization that his sister’s visit hadn’t been coincidence at all. “I should have known you weren’t here just for the sukkot. You should know I’d be happy to loan you a little money, and if we can keep my interest in my neighbor’s activities between us then I’m sure we can come to some amicable payment arrangements on that loan.”

“Oh, I think we can, we definitely can,” Rachel promised him with a giant smile of gratitude. “The sukkot commemorates the sheltering of the Israelites, and I think now is the most appropriate time to offer shelter.” She smiled, grinning down at his tiny cock – he was still standing there with his pants around his ankles.

“We’ll have plenty of time to discuss that, but I want to know if Sol’s out there, and you two are going to help me.” She pointed to the backyard and looked at us both as if to suggest doing otherwise was not an option.

“You’re going to put on your little show like nothing is out of the ordinary. If my little Sol is watching from the Sukkah, then you don’t mind, do you Mrs. Swift, if I teach him a little lesson in being a creeper like his Uncle Mort?”

“I totally understand,” I said – not sure that I had much choice in the matter, given Rachel’s determined expression.

Mort looked at her with confusion – she had just said they would come to an arrangement, and now she was telling him what to do. “I thought we were going to come to an arrangement that’s mutually beneficial and you weren’t going to try to boss me around?” he asked.

“We ARE going to come to an arrangement, but first I need you to help me catch Sol in the act of peeping so that he and I can come to an arrangement. Can you do that? I’ll be naked too.” She offered up her hands, emphasizing her entire body.

She had balloon-shaped tits that looked swollen, a perfect ass, and such natural legs that I felt quite dumpy and homely next to her. Her tits may have been roughly the same size as mine – but hers were entirely surgically implanted, and mine were nowhere near as unnaturally perky.

Rachel hurried a pants-less Mort out the door and I followed, unsure of what to do next.

“What’s a matter? You need a special engraved invitation now? Suddenly you aren’t sure if you want your neighbor to see you play with yourself?” she whispered at me, to see if I was suddenly becoming a shy wallflower now that she was putting me on the spot.

“No, it’s just that I was thinking about a training routine that I normally perform, and now, knowing your son is watching – well, I should warn you that I spend 5 minutes with this in my pussy and then 5 minutes in my ass. Will that be too shocking?” I asked carefully.

“You had THIS in your ass?” Rachel looked disgusted as she removed the dildo from between her tits.

“Not yet, no, but I clean it every time,” I insisted respectfully – I wasn’t offended by her question.

“Here, take it then.” She handed the big dildo back to me and I went outside to the patio and played with myself in front of Mort and his sister Rachel. “I don’t think you’ll get through the first minute out there, but do what you like – it’s your yard,” Rachel shrugged.

Rachel had her back to the wooden fence and had a huge smile on her face as she directed us silently to pretend as if we were continuing the show without her there.

“Mmmmm, this is so hawt,” she spoke with a valley girl accent – I suppose that’s how she thought my daughters and I talked.

She was trying to keep the focus on us as she blended in with our performance off to the side. I fingered myself and readied Louis for my pussy. I had no idea if her son was watching, but it heightened my arousal knowing SHE was watching me.

She inched closer and closer to the fence, wiggling her ass and holding her brother by the collar of his shirt until she was right upon the sound of what was probably furious masturbating, and spun around to stick one of her perfect nipples through the hole in the fence.

“Want to watch YOUR mom play with herself?” she asked sarcastically. “You want to jerk it on my tits, Solly? You know how much these cost? Come and show me! Let me see you.”

I heard the boy yelp, trip and fall into a bunch of buckets, and then yelp helplessly as he fell over himself in clumsy shock from the surprise he just got.

“Get your sorry ass over here now.” The woman pointed to the yard and went back inside to get dressed. She expected us to follow as she slipped into her skin-tight jeans, but didn’t bother putting her shirt back on.

Her tits were definitely the product of plastic surgery, but they looked so perfectly natural on her chest that she didn’t seem naked when she had her top off. It looked quite normal to me to see her topless – weirdly normal.

Her son hastily knocked on the door and Sandor started barking. Rachel answered the door topless and pulled him inside by his ear. “Get in here! You have some nerve spying on the neighbor!”

Sol was the spitting image of his uncle – only about 30 or 40 years younger – with the same dark-rimmed glasses. The only difference was Sol had bright orange freckles and a fairly large, curly afro of red hair.

“Mom! You freaked me out! I’ll need therapy for the rest of my life!” her son lamented over what just happened.

“You’re Jewish,” she reminded him, adding that he’d need therapy for the rest of his life no matter what happened.

Mort and Sol didn’t laugh at the joke – I think they both acknowledged the truth of what she was saying.

He checked me out from across the room – I was still naked and there was not a lot I could do to cover myself. He had clearly seen me for the last day playing with myself and crawling around naked when I was alone, and most likely disciplining my daughter as well.

She pulled her son forcefully over to me by his ear and asked me if I honestly had no idea he’d been watching me outside. She wasn’t angry – but she was terse. She already knew the answer, but she clearly wanted to hear it from us.

I told her the truth: I hadn’t known about Sol at all, and the look of shame on my face when he saw me naked told her that without any words. He was as old as my son, and here I stood like a dirty whore in my own living room, still dripping wet.

“Did Mrs. Swift know you were watching?” Rachel, still wearing her skin-tight jeans, only twisted her son’s ear and asked him the same question she’d asked me.

“Ouch! No! But I mostly was checking out her daughters!” The boy was about Scotty’s or Janie’s age, and he angrily admitted he’d been peeping on us.

“You dirty little pervert! You’re just like your Uncle Morty! You want to end up like him?” she shamed the boy.

“I mean, you used to do porn! Would it be so bad if I ended up like Uncle Mort?” Sol said rather calmly.

“I did porn so I could afford to pay for your first-class education at Hillel Academy!” Rachel spanked the boy’s bottom while standing there. “How did you know that anyway?” She was shocked her son knew her secret – although looking at how the flame-haired woman exuded a kind of sexuality, I could definitely see that would be a good guess.

“You always walk topless around the house,” Sol explained, and when his mother didn’t make the connection Sol extended his hands out to indicate her massive fake tits. “I mean, I knew those weren’t natural and they had to come from somewhere. You haven’t worked a regular job, so you were either an escort or did porn.” Her son declared his pragmatic observation without regard for his mother’s feelings.

“So it was a lucky guess? Or did your Uncle Morty show you my movies?” Rachel asked slyly, while disregarding her son’s obvious lack of sensitivity about suggesting she may have been a whore if she wasn’t a porn star.

“Oh no, I found those on my own,” Sol admitted, and then realized he may have just stuck his foot in his mouth, so he stopped talking.

Mort calmly explained, while standing pants-less as if this happens all the time, “We Goldmans are mostly dentists, doctors, attorneys, and accountants; but porn factors heavily into our lives in one way or another. Most of us could get a doctorate in the subject,” he joked.

“You’re consumers of porn, not providers of it,” Rachel corrected Mort while glaring at her son menacingly. “I think there needs to be some rule changes around here! I like Mrs. Swift’s idea about that!”

I offered no excuse but an apologetic look to Sol and Mort – I hadn’t intended her to take our idea, and I wanted to clarify that I hadn’t exactly been the architect of this idea. But I couldn’t get a word in edgewise with Rachel.

“You spanked your monkey to this woman’s daughters, and now I’m going to spank you.” She put the young man over her knee, pulled down his pants and began to spank his bare, pink, hairless ass.

“Oy, it’s so embarrassing! Please don’t!” Sol begged. “She said she didn’t mind if we watched her spank her daughter – that it was good for her!” he offered as an excuse.

He was right: I had, even though now that Sol was in trouble, a fresh, strange wave of embarrassment washed over me. I didn’t know who to feel worse for – Sol because he was being chastised for watching what I took no steps to hide, or his mother for having to be embarrassed knowing her son was a peeping tom like her brother.

“I should make you both walk back home with your pants around your ankles and play with yourselves in front of your Aunt Muriel and ME – that would cure you of your peeping tom behavior!” Rachel smacked his bottom.

“Actually, I’d love it if Muriel would watch me jerk off,” Mort quipped while pulling his pants back up – his part in the charade clearly over.

“Don’t you dare pull those pants up!” Rachel stopped him midway from hoisting up his britches and told him that she would find some way to punish the two of them. “You had every intention to watch this woman play with herself – well now the tables have been turned, and you can both just play with yourself right here! You probably watched as she made her daughter lift her skirt too!”

“Actually, she spanks her daughter in the nude!” Mort said – letting his pants drop per his sister’s instructions so he could play with himself.

“Well that IS naughty,” Rachel looked up at me with an approving look as she sat on the couch with her arms folded to watch the two guys. “You’re also nude when you spank HER?”

“No, and my kids don’t know I do the yard work naked either, so I’d prefer to keep it that way,” I said calmly.

“Don’t worry – I can keep a secret,” Rachel assured me, and told Mort and Sol that, as long as they wanted her to keep theirs, they would do what they were told.

My heartbeat quickened – I’d already been blackmailed once this morning by the security guard. If it happened a second time I would think karma was trying to tell me I had no business trying to be a dominant – or that I shouldn’t have cheated with Matt last night!

I didn’t even want to think about what Rachel may do if she knew that!

“Sol, you watched Mrs. Swift’s daughter undress and get spanked?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, but they did it out in the backyard with a wooden switch!” Sol admitted sheepishly while turning red-faced. He couldn’t look me in the face.

“Ooh ouch!” Rachel smiled. “That must have hurt,” she said before asking him rhetorically, “The backyard that you and your Uncle just happened to build a holy Sukkot shelter next to and then peep through holes in the wood to watch from? “

“Yeah, but please don’t make me do this – it’s gross and humiliating that you’re watching!”

“Damn straight it is,” Rachel told him, saying that it should be difficult. “You made your bed, now lie in it with your Uncle Mort. You think I should let you get away with this behavior so you can go right back out to the fence and do it again?” she asked her son. “Now get those pants down and let’s get this over with. I’ve got a thousand things to do today, and watching you bop your bologna wasn’t on the list!”

“Mom!” Sol complained that she was going to embarrass me and that she should ask if I minded.

“Mrs. Swift has nothing to be ashamed of!” Rachel told me that I was beautiful and entitled to a little privacy even in my own backyard. “You, on the other hand – you’ve every reason to be ashamed. Now pants down and schmeckle out! Or I’ll march you home and have you whip it out in front of your Aunt Muriel – would you like that?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” Sol didn’t seem to be moving quickly.

“I can work a webcam – I think all your friends from Hillel academy would be online this week and would love a free show too!” she threatened.

Sol didn’t seem all that motivated by that threat either.

“You saw Mrs. Swift naked and her daughter naked – I think it’s only fair that you show them what you’re made of – but if you’d rather I record this for your Na-Na?” Rachel held up a cell phone that she had in her back pocket and took some video.

“I’m doing it, I’m doing it.” Sol unbuckled his pants on the condition she put away the phone.

Sol reluctantly took his pants down around his ankles and revealed a short, stubby penis not too much longer than his uncle’s cock and surrounded by red curly hair. I felt strangely conflicted – I felt sorry for him, and yet at the same time he seemed to have this coming.

“Oh, you poor, poor boy!” Rachel regarded his cock with disdain for its obvious shortcomings. “You’re going to have to work on your personality, or at the very least your bank account, because it looks like you inherited the Goldman penis. I was hoping you’d be working with something a little more substantial.” She laughed at his cock.

“I can’t do this if you’re going to make fun of the size of my penis, Mom!” Sol whined.

“You should probably get used to girls making fun of it and remaining hard,” Mort advised his nephew, saying that it helped him.

“You get beating your meat as well!” Rachel warned her brother that she expected him to do the same while putting her shirt back on to cover her perfect torpedo-shaped tits. “If you don’t want me to tell Muriel what you do all day in the backyard, I think this is the start of a new relationship!”

“What do you mean?” Mort was touching his cock but not jerking profusely the way he sometimes played with himself while holding a conversation with me at the fence.

“I mean credit cards, possibly a new car – it all depends on what it’s worth to you! But if you think a divorce would be cheaper, then you could go that route.” Rachel made it very clear that her brother would be paying her financially for her silence as well. “You think it’s so cool to jerk off with Sol – well you can do it right now, right here when I tell you – and how I tell you.”

“You wouldn’t, Rachel?” Mort started fapping a little faster in front of his sister.

“I think it’s going to be ‘Miss Rachel’ from now on.” Rachel looked at her nails and said that after this he would drive her and Muriel to get their nails done. “You’ll take us to one of the good places in town – and while you’re at it, hand over your wallet!”

Mort continued to play with himself with one hand while reaching into his back pocket to hand over his wallet apprehensively – that was hitting him where it hurt the most.

“Are any of these credit cards any good?” She held up three credit cards while inserting some twenties into her cleavage for safekeeping.

“You know I have impeccable credit, Rachel,” Mort admitted, returning his other hand to help him masturbate.

“It’s ‘Miss Rachel’,” she reminded her brother, and said that their parents had made sure he inherited their wealth and now it was time for him to share it with her. “You felt discipline would be good for Sol, and it’s clearly been good for Mrs. Swift’s daughter – I couldn’t agree more that it will be good for you as well, and cure your laziness, lying, manipulation and all the other ills her daughter had. You don’t want Muriel cracking the whip on you around the house. I’m sure she can be even more demanding than me. I’ll be gone in a few days and we’ll just have our financial obligations to deal with. I think you’ll find answering to me will be preferable – don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Rachel.” Mort gritted his teeth and answered while continuing to play with himself – his tone suggesting he would say whatever she liked as long as she let him finish right now.

Sol laughed at his uncle’s misfortune while staring at my bare tits jiggling slightly – I felt awkward and on display, and – next to Rachel – like I was quite average-looking.

“What are you laughing at?” Rachel turned to her son with a look of confusion.

“Uncle Mort is going to have to pay you – and if you’re rich, then I’m rich,” the heavyset doughy teenager chuckled.

“I’m not going to take ALL of your Uncle Mort’s money – that would give him nothing. That’s how he left me when he got to go to medical school and my parents married me off to your loser of a father. If he has nothing, he has no reason to continue to obey me – I’ll make sure he’s still comfortable after he takes care of me, and he can come over here with my blessing and do whatever makes his heart happy. That way if my cute little brother even thinks about disobedience, he still has something to lose!” She put her finger under Mort’s chin.

Mort began fapping much more furiously, as if he had something to prove or he was in a race of some kind.

Rachel told Sol that she would be disciplining him as well from now on. “You’re going to schlep around and be a privileged, horny little twat like your uncle. I’ve learned a lot this morning from Mrs. Swift, and I think there will be some rule changes for the better!”

I was floored that she had taken to heart what I’d said in such a short time and was going to adopt them with her own son.

“What? Why would I do what you tell me? I’m not afraid of Aunt Muriel seeing me play with myself – I’ll go there right now pants around my ankles if you want. I should get paid to keep Uncle Mort’s secrets as well!”

Mort continued jacking his little cock even harder than before – I thought he may hurt himself or at least pop a vein in his forehead.

“You could,” Rachel told him, saying that he wouldn’t be spoiling her free ride, though. “I can take you out of Hillel Academy and away from your little friends, because without your uncle’s money I won’t have to pay for a first-class education. I could move to the inner city – maybe move in with a black guy or two and let you attend the roughest high school around. You know how fun your life will be everyday as the only ginger-haired, fat boy walking to an all-black high school? “

“You wouldn’t do that?” Sol didn’t believe his mother – and unlike Mort was barely playing with himself.

I, on the other hand, was quietly touching myself while this dramatic scene played out in my living room. I felt dirty – and ashamed of myself – yet I wanted to play with myself now more than ever for entirely selfish reasons of pleasure. Watching Mort and Sol play with themselves and looking at Rachel radiate inner strength only turned me on, and yet I couldn’t help but think that she was disciplining them for much different reasons than we were with Taylor.

“What was the name of my most popular movie? I know you know, dear brother,” Rachel smiled wickedly at Mort.

“Sperma-Party 14! Brittany Love Swallows, Miss Rachel?” Mort answered her dutifully. I gathered from his answer that her porn name was in fact Brittany Love.

“You’re close, but name another.” She patted her brother’s balding, curly red hair. He reminded me of Larry from the Three Stooges at times, and she was a gorgeous, female version of Moe with flowing, long, red hair.

“Can you take your shirt off again, Miss Rachel?” Mort asked her desperately – he wanted to finish his orgasm.

“You have a completely naked woman in front of you, and you want to see your sister’s tits? Ones you’ve clearly seen in porn after porn?” She was patronizing him and said that she’d consider it, but first he needed to tell her the answer to her question.

“Well, I’m not sure if it sold the most copies, but one of the more popular ones was Boobs Ahoy?” Mort said curiously – his masturbating slowing. He gave me a look of apology that he’d prefer his sister’s tits over mine.

“The name is ‘Miss Rachel’ now.” She popped him with the palm of her hand lightly on the top of his cock head quickly, and asked if there was any other that was relevant to her moving in with some black men.

“Oh! BBC Big Black Cock! The one you did as Riley Shy! I loved that – it’s a two-disc DVD! Oh wow, they piled you full of cock so deep!” Mort said he had to order that one as soon as it came out. “Yes, Miss Rachel – I could see how my nephew may not like you taking two or three new lovers as his stepfather!” he chuckled.

“So I’d have three stepfathers?” Sol asked and coincidentally began to tug at his cock without being told he had to.

“At the very least.” Rachel explained that she’d have an open-door policy with most of them. “I could see you learning respect for them around the house with them in charge; or you could simply do what I tell you, when I tell you now and make things much easier for me,” Rachel explained, adding that Mort just had to clean, cook and be mindful of her.

“Yes, I can do that, Miss Rachel,” Sol started beating off quickly.

“No, it’s gross when you call me that – just your Uncle Mort has to for now.” Rachel laid down the ground rules that things would be very simple as long as the guys made things simple. “This is supposed to be a lesson in control. If you press me, though, and require me to show you who’s in charge from now on, then I’ll make life very interesting for you. I’m sure your new step-daddies will want to see how you beat your meat. It’s your choice.”

I found it difficult to believe how readily the two men accepted – even seemed excited by – Rachel’s authority.

Rachel was clearly benefitting from her arrangement with Mort and blackmailing him into compliance – and I questioned whether we’d done the same thing with Taylor.

I went through the events leading up to today in my head carefully, trying to wonder if there was a point that we’d blackmailed Taylor and threatened her in order to get her to agree to the terms of discipline. She’d been the one ASKING for change and even escalation of the discipline, but I wondered had some pressure we placed on her been the catalyst for those requests?

“I thought you two would be minute-men and pop your load a lot sooner.” Rachel smiled at how epically the two of them were struggling to shoot one out.

“That would be true, but I’ve shot my load about seven times already today, Miss Rachel,” Mort admitted sheepishly.

“Try and hurry up.” Rachel rolled her eyes at her brother’s excuse as if it were pathetic. “Try not to shoot your juice all over this fine carpet – do you have some tissues?” Rachel asked me.

“Actually, she usually lets me cum in her milk, Miss Rachel,” Mort admitted with pride.

“Titty milk?” Rachel looked at me with something approaching respect.

“No, although I suppose that may be what we’ll have to use, the way I go through it,” I joked, and told her it was almond milk.

“I thought you were just a bored housewife who likes to finger herself in front of the neighbor.” Rachel smiled and said that I just kept getting more interesting as we went along, and asked me to tell her all about this new wrinkle in the story.

“Actually, can she go get the carton, Miss Rachel?” Mort asked nervously – he looked like he was ready to explode. Sol nodded as well that he was too.

“You let Sol put his goo in your milk?” Rachel asked with a surprised expression.

“I’ve never met him until today, but I guess waste not, want not,” I said as I brought my dildo with me into the kitchen to retrieve the milk. “If you’re okay with it,” I said.

I heard Rachel scream out after I left the room and quickly returned – thinking the two guys may have overpowered her once I was gone.

Rachel had white cum on her face, dripping down her long eyelashes and nose, and a look of surprise, disgust, and a stubbornly angry expression that suggested someone had just really fucked up by shooting their load on her. She held out her hands and said it had better not be on her shirt.

“I didn’t know I would shoot that far, Mom!” Sol swore apologetically.

“You masturbated already seven times just today with your Uncle, and you don’t know you’re a shooter?” Rachel regarded him doubtfully as she cringed with the warm spluge dripping down her face as she held up her hands with her fingers wide as if waiting for a tissue to clean it.

“What about me, Miss Rachel?” Mort held out his palm to show the warm white liquid in his hand to her triumphantly, expecting some accolade.

“You only shot your load once you saw me getting jizzed all over,” Rachel huffed and shook her head so that her long red hair flipped out of her face after I handed her a tissue to clean herself.

Sol laughed at the hilarious spectacle – I had to admit, as an outside observer it was pretty funny.

“Laugh it up!” Rachel warned her son that she’d be deciding if and when he got to masturbate going forward, and she may just forbid it for the time being.

“No! I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean to get it all over you!” He giggled at his own lie.

“I should make you lick this off me, you little wanker!” Rachel held up her tissue in frustration at the mess he’d made on her face as she struggled to clean herself off without the benefit of a mirror.

At the same time I held out the milk carton for Mr. Goldman to pour his goo into, and he obliged.

“So what do you do with that? Put it in your coffee or something?” Rachel asked while still fuming angrily about what her son did to her face.

“No, I drink it,” I smiled as I offered her a tissue for her face.

Rachel smiled sexily at how kinky I was. “I knew there was something I really liked about you. Did you use to work in porn?” she asked.

“No,” I said sheepishly as I stood there, naked, holding a fist-shaped dildo and a carton of milk with cum in it – as if that were perfectly normal.

“Don’t be so shy – there’s a lot of money in MILF porn, especially if you like the taste of cum.” Rachel said she hates it herself, and shot another glare at her son while she wiped her face clean with tissue. “So naturally, most of the scripts I get involve funnels of the stuff being pumped into me. I have to ask, though – why do you collect it from my brother?” She scrunched up her nose in disgust.

“Well, really any guy would be fine. I mean cum is cum,” I admitted. I didn’t want to explain that Tom had trained me to swallow cum and how he’d taught me waste not, want not, especially when it came to the precious seed of a man.

I was genuinely flattered she thought I could star in porn – but I assumed she was kidding and didn’t say anything else about the offer – that seemed as likely as being a movie star or an astronaut to me.

Tom had one friend who had started up a porn company when they were younger, and I actually did make a short film with them, but we had to move and rarely saw Bud any longer. He’s the guy my butt-plug is named after.

“So cum is cum, huh? Well, if any guy will do, then I can see why you’re so interested in Mort.” Rachel chuckled at her brother.

I could see Mr. Goldman looked disappointed that I didn’t want his in particular, although I think he understood that was the reason he was invited to contribute in the first place – cum is cum to me. I quickly informed Rachel the medicinal properties of semen, but that it also made me feel submissive and controlled my attitude.

“It made me feel like whipping Sol’s ass for shooting it on my face,” Rachel chuckled.

“You should try drinking it regularly and see if it changes anything, Miss Rachel,” Mort suggested.

“I think you’d like that, but I kind of need to be a bit of a ball-buster with you two.” Rachel had almost cleaned herself and told the two of them they could pull their pants up now. “I’m tired of looking at your dicks. I’ll let you know when you can do it again, though.”

Mort didn’t seem convinced his sister was really in charge or that he wouldn’t be secretly bopping his own bologna at this point. I don’t think he was even that surprised she’d just put him in his place.

“It’s worked wonders – all her daughters drink it, Miss Rachel!” Mort told her.

Rachel was genuinely shocked now – there wasn’t the hint of devil-may-care naughty smile on her face. “You let your daughters drink semen from strange guys?”

“No, I know them all,” I admitted truthfully, and said that originally it was just for Taylor, to get her to be a little more calm and submissive, but Janie had been drinking it for a while before she even found out what was in it, and wanted to continue even after she knew.

“Normally, when you’re trying to discipline a girl, you want her to stop behaving slutty. But this morning I saw her in an outfit so small even I wouldn’t wear it out to a night club unless I wanted free drinks; and now you tell me you encourage her to drink cum? Are you trying to make her a slut?” Rachel asked as she rose from the couch to let herself out.

“No, not at all,” I explained, saying that it was complicated.

“Try me,” Rachel wrinkled her perfect nose with a quick laugh as she made a cute face including duck lips.

“You taught the guys what it’s like to masturbate while being watched when you say, and we’re teaching Fart Face how to be less stingy with her body, time, and approval. We aren’t encouraging her to be a slut, we’re making her dress and act like one to humble her. We choose her clothes for school in the morning with the express purpose of not empowering her – by making her do this.”

“And learning to guzzle cum?” Rachel nodded in understanding.

“That is, as I said earlier, something that helps put me in a submissive mindset, but she only drinks when I tell her to drink – when she’s permitted. It’s always done in front of the rest of the members of the house, and she has no choice in it – Janie and I do,” I explained.

“Aren’t you basically encouraging her with these lessons to suck or fuck anybody just to get that cum?” Rachel narrowed her eyes skeptically. I could see Mort and Sol were getting turned on by the conversation between the two of us. I have to admit, I was both embarrassed and intrigued by her line of questions about our rules.

“No, just like them, she’s given a short time to pleasure herself as a reward, but she isn’t provided the freedom to fuck or suck anyone – not that she would have. As I said, my daughter was very stingy with her body,” I said.

I started to wonder though if that was still true – she’d been so willing to give hand-jobs to prove her obedience. Mort and Sol seemed disappointed when I told them that my daughter wasn’t a slut, and Rachel remained skeptical. I think in her mind all women were sluts – it was just a matter of finding the right motivation.

She seemed satisfied with my answers for now, but remained aloof. I don’t think she thought Taylor could dress as she did and yet still be ‘stingy’, and maybe she was correct.

Rachel walked over to the cardboard box I had left at the patio door with the word SLUT and FART FACE on it and rifled through the clothes, saying she had some of these herself. “You call her ‘Fart Face’? And when I wear stuff like this – I am VERY empowered. Men love to buy me things – shiny things that are expensive.”

“If they do, then why do you need my money, Miss Rachel?” Mort asked curiously.

“It’s OUR money now, Monkey-Snot, and you’re going to LOVE spending it on me,” she assured her brother, while swatting him on the butt to silence him so that I could answer her question.

“She didn’t like her name.” I explained that it was Taylor Swift before the need to apply discipline, to answer her question when she was done putting Mr. Goldman in his place.

“Oy, I can see why she wouldn’t.” Rachel nodded as she looked through the clothes like she was shopping and evaluating them.

“So we gave her something much, much worse to go by, and she has to answer to that now – to make her appreciate her old name and being treated as a regular member of the family,” I explained, and continued to answer her other question. “When you choose to dress this way, it’s your choice and you’re in control where and who you go with. Fart Face is learning that we’re in control and she has to obey – with whatever amuses us.”

“I like that.” She held up a denim miniskirt, first to herself and then to Mort as if sizing it up, and said she’d be trying something like that. “I have to think of a fitting name for you both – maybe ‘Four-Eyed Brace-Face’ for you, Solly.”

“I doubt you can come up with anything worse than ‘Double-Butt Monkey’,” Sol challenged his mother, saying that his friends already called him every name under the sun and ‘Four-Eyed Brace-Face’ would be a welcome change.

“Oy, there’s so much to learn.” Rachel thanked me for the advice and told the two of them that they could discuss it in the car today. “I’ll keep calling you names until one makes you actually cringe and then choose that.” She chuckled at her son’s fear at the suggestion before telling him to thank me.

“Oh, thank you so much, Mrs. Swift – I mean, I’m not sure for what, though,” Sol suggested while staring directly at my tits – he was already getting hard again.

“You can thank her for watching you jerk off and that she opened my eyes to how soft you’ve had it, Turd Nugget.” Rachel smirked when her son cringed.

“Ooh, I like that one!” Rachel laughed that it hurt her son’s feelings but assured him she would try out several more today before making him thank me formally.

“Thank you, Mrs. Swift, for watching me jerk my wad on my mom’s face!” Sol blurted out rebelliously and his mom smacked his fat butt before grabbing him by his ear.

“Do you mind if later I bring the boy by and ask some questions? Maybe introduce him to your daughter and see how you handle things?” Rachel was quite serious – asking me like a new pet-owner would an experienced dog trainer.

“No, I don’t mind, but my son has a girl coming by around 6pm, and he would be very embarrassed if you spanked Turd Nugget like I do Fart Face,” I played along.

“Plus you have a date at 8pm,” Mort winked slyly at me – reminding me of the security guard’s obligation that I meet him tonight for another BJ.

I didn’t want Rachel to know about that – mostly because as an opportunist I thought she may just add me to her collection of pets. As stunningly beautiful as she is, I already belonged to Tom and felt bad enough about my cheating the past two days with not only Matt but the security guard.

“You mention WE a lot when you were talking earlier,” Rachel said as she led her son towards the door and motioned Mort to follow. “You said WE pick out Taylor’s clothes – but your husband isn’t home, is he?” She asked curiously who this 8pm date was with.

I quickly explained that today I’d made a new rule that Taylor’s siblings get to take turning picking her clothes from the ones in the box.

“Wow, her siblings are way more understanding – I’m sure Mort here would have sent me to school in just a pair of pantyhose and heels if he could have,” Rachel quipped.

“It would have been different than how you used to dress how? Miss Rachel?” Mort joked, but agreed he would have taken full advantage of the situation if the roles were reversed.

Rachel smacked him on the butt and said she was a wallflower in high school. “I was almost as awkward and nerdy as you because it was before a nice surgeon gave me a new nose, new boobs, new butt, and opened a few doors for me,” she agreed.

I explained that Taylor’s siblings did have fun teasing their sister, but that there were minimum standards for what she had to wear out of the house.

“You have things all figured out,” Rachel cooed at me and ran a long freshly painted fingernail along my bared nipple, creating goose bumps down my spine. “These are all natural – I’m so jealous.”

I smiled, trying to hide the exhilarating feeling that this beautiful woman was jealous of ME and present myself as modest. “They come with their own set of challenges,” I grinned.

“Yeah, like who should I let buy me a cocktail at the bar next?” Mort joked.

“I think you should call her ‘Mrs. Swift’ from now on.” Rachel swatted him on the back of his jeans with her hand. “Tits like those get you a condo or a diamond – not just a cocktail or two,” she grinned at me.

“Thank you, but that isn’t necessary,” I smiled, trying to accept the compliment while asking that Mort not have to call me anything special.

“Nonsense, I insist. And Poopy Pants over here can call you that too,” she said as she twisted her son’s ear hard and tried out another nickname on him.

Sol didn’t jump or cringe at the name, but moved his arms wildly when she applied pressure to his ear. Rachel seemed a little disappointed, as she had expected him to be even more humiliated when she’d called him the name.

I wanted to tell Rachel that at this point a dominant would expect a crisp acknowledgment of what the submissive had just been told, but I didn’t want to seem like a know-it-all. I wished Tom were here – he would have given her the basics to power dynamics in 10 minutes or less.

“I have some cute things I should bring over,” Rachel returned her attention to the clothes in the cardboard box on the floor. “The tops would fit you more than they would Fart Face though, I think,” she smiled seductively at me.

I reminded her that I didn’t normally walk around naked in the house, and that I’d like to keep that from my sons, and that if she wanted to come by she was always welcome but that I’d ask not tonight unless it’s right after school.

“Oh yeah, gentiles have school this week,” she chuckled and led herself to the door, still pulling Sol by one ear before letting him go and asking if I was going to get dressed after she left.

“No, I have to finish what I started in the yard.” I smiled – I really did have to carry out my husband’s orders.

“I like that – finishing what you start,” she cooed, and placed a finger under my chin flirtatiously, before getting my number. “I’ll definitely have some questions for you – you seem so knowledgeable, and I think you can teach me a thing or two.” Rachel left things with the double entendré, suggesting she was as attracted to me as I was to her.

That, or I was just wishful thinking.

I smiled as they left and returned to the backyard to finish my chores as Tom had instructed.