Tales of My Submissive Mom

[EddieDavidson]

This story is subject to change. It is a rough draft. I may or may not continue it. it depends largely on feedback.

I invite constructive feedback.

It is heavily inspired by Stories of a Collared Mom by ChroniclerInTheDark (Fsyco). His story breaks the golden rule on this site. It starts in the middle. I decided to try and write the build up and lead in but out of respect, created new characters. He is a brilliant author, so I also don't quite have the voice of his main character down perfectly. He often adds these interludes that are chat conversations.

I've never seen that done well, until I read his. It's so authentic and when he adds characters to the chat he does so in a way that is so believable that I swear I've talked to that person back in the AOL days.

Constructive feedback includes things like;

"Nadine’s internal conflict is great, but she seems too reluctant when worrying about 'the few people at the park noticing her'".

Spelling and grammar is okay. I will edit this before final version. I can always use help, but I am more interested in things that help the characters feel real.

"The contrast between the cold stainless steel plug and the burning hot metal saddle is an excellent physical detail. I would like more sensory detail."



But best of all are plot/character developments. I can assure you that things get a lot more interesting after the first few chapters.

Constructive feedback is not simply saying

"Yeah, seems good. You should continue."


It's a welcome sentiment in a world of apathy, but doesn't inspire me much.

"Go outside and touch grass, Eddie."

"of all the things that never happened, this never happened"

"Sucked, hated it."

"You write shitty."

and other things people have told me on this site. Oddly everyone of them said they weren't trolling. Which, I suppose is like a liar who says they aren't lying. Denying their obvious trolling attempt is what a troll would do.

[EddieDavidson]

Edit on 6/29, improved flow.

"Mom, these aren't the shoes I wanted. Will you go get my other pair?" Brody asked his mother, while remaining hyper focused on beating his sister Katie in a video game.

Her son wasn't being unreasonable or a brat. He was just used to his mother fetching things for him.

Nadine's puppy dog eyes fluttered as she eagerly straightened to respond to her son.

"Absolutely, dear. Which ones? Your red sneakers or your Jordans?" Nadine Foster doted on her sons and daughter.

"Ummmm... bring both and I'll decide which one." Brody thought nothing of asking his mom to retrieve the sneakers.

Nadine happily sprang up the stairs to her son's room to get his sneakers without hesitation.

His mom had no intention of making them feel guilty about asking her to bring them a snack or retrieve their shoes for them.

"Looks like I have to tidy Brody's room again," she noted that he had left some towels, magazines and snacks out since she cleaned it the day before.

Nadine stopped to admire herself in the full-length mirror in his bedroom. Her husband Frank had just recently fucked the shit out of her, and she left her curly wild locks untamed and unbrushed.

She had an average face and rarely wore makeup. Her simple but sweet smile and pretty green eyes more than made up for it.

Nadine was wearing a simple wife beater style tank dress that came down to her upper thigh. It was all she normally wore around the house on days like today. Barefoot with only a wedding band on her finger, and wearing a stainless-steel eternity collar she always wore around her neck.

Frank Foster and his wife had a long-standing dynamic M/s relationship that evolved over time. Her husband wasn't big on written rules, and Nadine trusted him with her life to make good choices as head of the household.

When their twins Kent and Katie were born, she used to run around the house as naked as they were in just the collar.

Over time, after having Brody and Harold, she began to wear the tank dress as house wear. It wasn't because Frank had told her to do it. The fact he hadn't told her she couldn't was sufficient.

"Coming," she yelled downstairs. The double entendre made her chuckle. Nadine loved to laugh at life and didn't take things all that seriously. She bent over at the waist and picked up both pairs of sneakers and headed back downstairs.

Brody and Katie were still engrossed in a two-player game. Brody dominated it, and Katie didn't care. She just liked being invited to play and wasn't trying to win.

She decided to question Brody before her mother returned with the shoes.

"You didn't even need your shoes right now. Why did you send mom to get both pairs? She'll have to run up there and put the other pair back." Katie felt guilty about taking her mother for granted.

As the only other female in the house, she modeled her personality on her mother, but she also had other female role models that were nothing like Nadine.

"Mom doesn't mind. Did you see the big smile on her face when I gave her something to do?"

"She has plenty to do, Brody. She cleans the house top to bottom, does all our laundry, mows the lawn, and makes all our meals."

"And?" Brody was confused. He laughed as he beat his sister again and restarted the match from the lobby.

"Here you go," Nadine dashed over to him and brought his shoes. She squatted down to his feet and asked him if he wanted her to put one of the pairs on his feet.

"Mom, Katie says I am being a big meanie by asking you to get my shoes," Brody informed his mother. "The red pair, first," he decided as he flicked his eyes down to the shoes.

Katie was embarrassed to be called out, but happy she managed to score a few points while her brother was distracted.

"A meanie?" Nadine found that absurd. She took his left shoe off and gently began slipping her son's foot into the red sneaker.

"A big meanie butt!" Brody reiterated.

"Well, I do have a big butt." Nadine playfully smacked her chubby butt cheeks, and they jiggled under the thin material of the tank dress she was wearing.

"I love all four of you, and your father with all of my heart. I would do anything for you, so it's my pleasure to make your lives better. I enjoy doing things for Frank and you guys."

"I just said you had other priorities today, Mom, and that he didn't need them right this moment."

"Well, I am glad that Brody wanted them when he did. I am having a friend over in about fifteen minutes and I don't want to keep him waiting."

Frank and Nadine began a Hot Wife relationship many years ago. Nadine was insatiable and could fuck all day long. She not only exuded a natural sexual energy, but she thought about it all the time.

Her husband was far from a cuckold. He knew his wife's sexual needs would never diminish her love for him.

Frank was never jealous other men desired his wife. He was thrilled that he had something they wanted. Nadine had agreed to the arrangement on one condition.

She never wanted to decide who she fucked. She left that decision to her husband. Even though Frank would have trusted his wife to make that decision, she knew he got off on having the decision left to him.

Nadine got off on pleasing others, and she enjoyed his random choices. She never knew who was coming to the door. She was also the type of woman that loathed deciding what she was making for dinner or what restaurant they were going to on a night out.

Her decision paralysis wasn't because she simply couldn't make up her mind. She was happiest when everyone else had what they wanted and she would be happy to make it or eat it with them.

"How does that feel, dear? Do you like this pair?" She knelt at her son's feet while he ignored her and focused on his game. Brody had red hair just like she did, but his was straight and he wore it short. He stuck his tongue out like he was licking peanut butter off of his lip and didn't answer right away.

"Let me try the Jordans before I decide," her son shrugged.

His mother patiently began to unlace the shoes she had just carefully fitted on him. "May I ask where you are going?"

"Don't we have a Mommy-Brody date later?" he made it sound very routine because it was.

"You remembered! Oh yeah, Is 3pm going to work for you?" Nadine truly enjoyed one-on-one time with all of her kids and her husband most of all.

"Around then," he shrugged and allowed his mother to fit him with his shoes.

Ding-Dong!

The doorbell rang and neither Brody or Katie moved a muscle. Their brothers Harold and Kent heard it as well and ignored it.

"I'll get that," Nadine smiled enthusiastically and breezed to her front door. "I am sorry, Brody. I didn't get to finish the job."

"Eh," Brody shrugged and continued playing with one shoe on his foot.

The man at the door was twice Nadine's age. He had grey hair, and a handlebar mustache turned up on the sides like her husband.

"Hello, Mister Johnson," she cooed politely.

The old man was delighted to come over because Nadine had a way of making everyone feel special and desired. It was a genuine feeling and not some act.

"You can call me Eddie," he smiled. Nadine could smell the Poligrip and tell he had dentures because of the older man's fake smile. This would be the third time he fucked her. "Is your husband at home?"

Nadine was confused. "He doesn't usually participate and Frank isn't Bi," she whispered apologetically as she leaned in and gave him a polite hug and a kiss.

"I am just roleplaying, because your kids are right over there," Eddie replied with a whisper of his own. He leaned in and touched her low-hanging nipples through her sheer white tank top dress very discreetly.

She never wore a bra, and her floppy big tits sagged and drooped down rather naturally.

"Sure, come with me," she said for their benefit and led him to her bedroom.

"Hi, Katie," Eddie greeted Nadine's daughter by name. He had watched the girl sprout up and had a bit of a crush on her.

"Hey, Eddie," Katie replied. He had told her to call him Eddie when she was at his house one day.

Nadine didn't think anything of it. She opened the door to her bedroom. Frank was relaxing on his bed, watching television.

"I appreciate the discretion but my kids are used to me having visitors. The only way they'd probably ask what was going on is if you act uncomfortable or weird about it."

Nadine reached down to the hem of her tank dress and stripped herself naked except for her collar. That never came off unless her husband unlocked it to wash it or wanted her to wear something else.

Eddie admired her body. She was far from perfect, but the natural sag, and MILFY vibes she gave off turned the older man's screws.

"Alright, I'll get out so you two can get more comfortable," Frank turned off the television and stood up.

"I probably won't take long," Eddie advised him. He had recently popped a Viagra and the last time he fucked his neighbor, her bald, wet pussy was so tight that he creamed prematurely.

"I am so glad you invited my wife and I over for dinner a few months ago. We've been neighbors for years," Eddie said as he wrestled with the belt to his trousers.

Nadine went to her knees and took over expertly unbuckling him.

"Happy to have you over again." Frank stopped. Nadine's husband could be stern but he was a big teddy bear when it came down to it. "You trusted me enough to tell me your wife and you haven't had sex in ten years, and my wife has a pussy. So, I just thought you may as well use it now and then," he joked.

Nadine had Eddie's pants down around his ankles. The smell of his piss was heavy in the underwear he had worn for three days. It was disgusting.

Nadine grabbed his stubby fat cock and admired Eddie's extremely droopy, hairy balls. She thought nothing of opening her mouth and sucking his dirty dick. She loved cock almost as much as she did her family.

Eddie blushed and smiled awkwardly. "At first, I thought you were kidding. Then I thought you'd charge me money."

"Nonsense, neighbors loan each other ladders and lawn mowers. You needed some pussy, and my wife is a good cock sucker. You can fuck her ass too."

Eddie's cock throbbed with eager anticipation. His wife had never given him anal in thirty years.

"I don't want to hurt her," Eddie assured him that he appreciated the offer but he didn't want to push his luck. He spaced out his visits to their house to avoid wearing out his welcome.

"Oh, hurt me, Eddie," Nadine smiled as she slipped her lips momentarily off his cock and then throated it to the base. "Punish my pussy, and destroy my asshole!"

Frank lovingly slapped his wife across the face and smiled. Nadine purred and went back to sucking dick right after she recovered.

"My wife loves pain almost as much as she loves swallowing cum, don't you bitch?" he asked as he demonstrated by yanking a handful of her red hair.

Nadine's body shivered with a near orgasm. She nodded eagerly and smiled around Eddie's cock.

"There are toys in here," Frank opened up two cabinets containing floggers, whips, riding crops, lube, dildos, butt plugs, even bowling pins. He rarely showed them to guests.

"That's quite a toy box; you could open an adult super store with that collection. Are you sure you are okay if I use them?"

"I am trusting you with my favorite toy," Frank lifted his wife up by her hair and spanked her tits with his hand. "She's a walking cum gobbling machine, with tits and three holes. Every toy in that cabinet can be replaced, except for this sweet, fat-assed whore." Frank yanked his wife's head off of Eddie's dick and pulled her head all the way back.

"I love you, so much, Master," Nadine opened her mouth wide because she anticipated what was coming next while he held her by her hair.

Frank hocked up some spit and then let it drip slowly into her open mouth as he stood above her. "I love you, too, slut."

She waited for him to release her hair because she wasn't strong enough to pull away even if she wanted to do so. She savored her husband's offering of his saliva and returned to sucking Eddie's cock the moment he released her.

"You two have fun," he told Eddie. Almost as an afterthought, he stopped and addressed his wife while she sucked another man's cock on her knees in their bedroom.

"Drop by anytime you want your cock wet. My wife loves surprises," he grinned generously.

Eddie's mind was blown. He was having trouble holding out and not blasting his load. He couldn't believe his luck. He never expected to live next to a kinky couple like the Fosters.

"Take good care of Eddie, and when he is finished with you, bury your medium-sized Ben Wa balls in your cunt, shove your biggest butt plug up your asshole, and get into that red thong bikini that I like you in. I need my new truck washed."

"Of course, honey," Nadine answered enthusiastically. She wasn't trained as a formal service slave that curtsied and spoke in high protocol. She just enjoyed making her husband happy and putting him on a pedestal.

Eddie slipped his dick out of her mouth because just hearing a woman not bitch about having to do some work around the house was enough to make him shoot his load.

"Do you mind if I check with the boys and Katie to see if they want anything from me, first?"

"Obviously," he shrugged. His children had grown up without doing chores or even tying their own shoes. At first, Frank was concerned they would be spoiled, but they all learned to be self-reliant anyway, and not monopolize their mother's time.

The policy had even led to Kent having more time for sports and Harold having more time for studying. He was getting straight A's. He would rather his kids had leisure time, and he could always punish them by making them clean their own rooms if they abused the privilege.

He left them alone to finish.

"How do you want me?" she asked the old man sweetly. His response was a huge amount of geriatric Viagra-induced ejaculate all over her face. He even got some thick, viscous spunk trapped in Nadine's eyelashes and on her eyes.

"I am so sorry," Eddie apologized immediately.

"No need to apologize to me, I love a face full of cum," Nadine replied stiffly as she wiped the cum off of her nose like it was vanilla frosting and lapped it up. "I should have stopped to give you a blowjob sooner. Do you think you can go again?"

"Honey, I am old enough to be your father. I am lucky that I could go one time," Eddie sounded exhausted but satisfied.

"Ooh, Daddy," she cooed and tickled his shrinking cock to clean off the jizz with her fingers and eat it.

"Do you mind if I stay a few minutes and rest?" Eddie asked politely. "I know you have to prepare yourself to wash the car, and I don't want to invade your privacy."

"You don't have to cum and go right away, Eddie," she placed her arms around his shoulders. She still had some of his cum on her face. "A lot of the men I fuck like to talk dirty and make out. I could wash up and we could snuggle if you want."

Eddie couldn't believe there was a woman this giving. "I clearly married the wrong one," he thought to himself.

"You are giving me a swollen head, Eddie," she said as she moved to her bathroom mirror and used her finger to clean off the gobs of cum so she could savor the taste.

Nadine wasn't attracted to Eddie. She didn't want to kiss his Poligrip-flavored tongue, any more than she had his disgusting, sweaty cock.

She wasn't sure why it turned her on to do it anyway. Subconsciously, Nadine loved being teased and made to do things that even she would find embarrassing or demeaning.

Now that Eddie came, he wanted to go back home to his wife and his normal life, but he was fascinated by this woman and didn't want the encounter to end so quickly.

"Can I watch you insert your butt plug?" he asked politely once he mustered the courage to bring it up.

"You can even stick it up my ass, if you want?" Nadine held up a stainless steel butt plug the size of a peach.

"Wow, that fits up your ass?" Eddie was shocked.

"Anything can fit up my ass if you have the time and I have the spit," she started sucking it with her mouth. Eddie felt his old cock stir from its slumber and begin to throb on his own.

"No gag reflex?"

"Nope, it took a lot of training and practice," she removed her lips from the plug. "I can still be choked until I puke. It's not completely gone. Frank's test was being able to chew an entire banana without using my teeth."

"I like that word," Eddie smiled as he watched Nadine lovingly slobber all over the plug.

"What word?"

"Training," he said. "Do you train in front of your sons and daughter? Walk around naked?"

She smirked. Men frequently asked about her kids, but she had nothing to hide. "They don't want to see my flabby bare butt jiggling around the dining room. I wear a plug or practice Kegels, but they've never noticed."

Eddie watched as she bent over and slowly fingered her asshole so that he could watch her prepare it for the plug.

"It's never fallen out?"

"Almost," she smiled at him without changing the topic. "The other day Brody smacked my butt with a wooden spoon while I was setting the table, and I nearly dropped my Kegel balls."

"What did your Master say?"

"Frank said for Brody to go easy on me and let me get the table set first."

Eddie hadn't expected that response. His perverted mind began spinning. "Your son bends you over and spanks you?"

"No, nothing like that. The boys watch their father grab me and give me a swat or pinch my ass when I pass by. They do it too every now and then. It's harmless."

"What about your daughter? Does she ever spank you?" Eddie hoped the answer was a resounding yes.

"No, I don't think Katie has that in her," Nadine had never really thought about it before. She placed the tip of the plug in the cradle of her anus and began to push down. "Do you like watching me do this? I could squat on the floor."

"Oh, I love it," Eddie grinned. He lay down on the Fosters' bed and drank in the wicked sight of a mother pushing her butt plug up her ass while he asked questions about her blonde daughter.

"Katie is getting older and more attractive day by day. Does she date a lot?" he asked.

Nadine was an open book. She didn't always offer information, but she thought nothing of answering the loaded question.

"I wish Katie thought that. She's very sensitive because she is past her growth spurt phase and her titties just never came in. She's all elbows, and knobby knees, and not very curvy."

"Is your husband going to train her as a submissive?"

Nadine had literally never given that any thought. It seemed as likely as Frank teaching her to be an astronaut to Nadine. "She has to choose her own path. Katie is a good girl, and helps me with chores sometimes, but I don't think she dates very much."

"You don't discuss who she is dating with her?"

"I give all four of them one-on-one time, but they set the agenda, not me. I don't pry. Katie knows that she can talk to me about anything. I suppose if I asked her about who she dated, she'd ask me about who I dated."

"What does she think you are doing with me in here?"

"I've never asked them what they think about it. I don't think they do. It's just like my collar," Nadine touched the metal hoop on the front lovingly. "It's as normal to them that I wear it and entertain people as it would be if I were a PTA mom that had a book club."

"What if they find out?"

“Find out what? That my husband and I have a loving marriage that incorporates domestic discipline? That I serve my husband? Or that you and I had sex?”

“All of it,” Eddie chuckled and adjusted his dick.

"They are all old enough to know what sex is. I'd imagine that Frank and I would have to discuss it with them if they had any questions. It would be the same for any couple if their kids found out they were swingers. I am not ashamed that I am a submissive."

Nadine moaned in pain as she stuffed the plug further and further up her tight asshole.

"Do you enjoy that?" Eddie asked.

Nadine cringed. She didn't enjoy being asked that question. It was hard to explain to people who did things only for pleasure.

"I enjoy serving, being used and delivering pleasure, and my husband wants this up my ass. If you enjoy watching me stuff it, and don't mind my sea otter noises, then I'd rather you watch and get a smile."

"You never get embarrassed?" Eddie asked his final question.

"I do all the time. It's a bit like spanking my ass. I can endure a lot more than most women, but you can still turn my ass red or purple. The pain is part of it, and if my husband enjoys watching me endure it, then I enjoy pleasing him. He likes to watch other men humiliate and degrade me knowing I am doing it for his pleasure, not my own. It gets me off, getting him off. Does that make sense?"

A few minutes later, Nadine was in a string bikini with her butt plug up her ass, two Ben Wa balls, and her collar on. She kissed Eddie goodbye and told him to return anytime.

"Okay, who wants to play with mommy? I have to wash Daddy's truck soon and then start dinner," she turned to her kids in the living room.

Brody and Kent were in a match and couldn't respond. Harold and Katie glanced over at their mother.

"What would you like to do, Mom?" Harold asked. He wore the same square black frames as his father and had black hair. Harold was nerdy, bookish and shy.

"Anything you want to do, darling!" she reminded him eagerly that Mommy-son dates were all about them. "It's your time."

"We could go for a walk," Harold suggested.

"That would be wonderful. The sun is shining; it's a beautiful day. Do you mind if Mommy changes first?"

"Actually, I'd like you to wear what you have on, Mom. Is that okay?"

Nadine didn't ask his reason, but she paused for a moment. She only went to the mailbox or to take the trash out in the front yard wearing just her tank dress.

She heard Katie cluck like a chicken to stifle her chuckle. "Some people might think I'm underdressed, dear," she said, and asked where they were going.

"I was thinking of going to the park, and then I have a surprise for you, Mom!"

"Goody, I love surprises!" She bounced up and down and clapped her hands in front of her chest. There was no mistaking that her heavy tits bounced with her and that Nadine wasn't wearing a bra.

She hugged everyone goodbye, gave them a quick kiss, and followed him outside. The sun was indeed shining. It was hot, and the sidewalk was very warm.

"Oh, can I go back inside and grab some shoes?"

"Just walk fast, Mom!"

"Okay, dear." She followed him as he dashed to the sidewalk in front of their home. They lived in a two-story house in a middle-class suburb where every house had a garage and most had a pool.

"Why don't you go grab my bike, Mom?" he suggested as he watched his mother gingerly hop from foot to foot on the sidewalk.

"Good idea!" She dashed to the garage, went in the side door, and emerged with her son's 10-speed. Nadine sat on the worn leather seat and rode it down the driveway toward him. "Whee! This is a lot of fun," Nadine observed.

She felt bad that her son would have to walk if she rode the bike, and before she could say anything, he spoke up.

"Thanks, Mom!" he said, offering to help her off it. "This will make the walk a lot more fun!"

Nadine's face fell, but he said, "Don't worry, Mom! I know you don't have a bike. I'll go slow so you can keep up." Harold took the handlebars of the ten-speed from her hands, swung his leg over the crossbar, and mounted the leather seat.

“Thank you,” Nadine smiled graciously as she watched him stand up and pedal away.

“Come on, Mom,” he turned his head around and slowed down.

Nadine dashed forward. She didn’t run, but she didn’t walk either. Her tits and ass began to jiggle just enough that they bounced as she caught up to her son on the hot sidewalk.

“Mom, can I ask you a question?” he asked as he rode slowly in front of her.

“Anything, baby! I am an open book.”

“Were you always this sweet and beautiful when you were my age?”

“Awww,” Nadine was truly touched. Harold wasn’t cruelly forcing his mother to shuffle down the sidewalk alternating from the balls of her feet to the pads of her feet to keep them from burning.

He didn’t even think about her discomfort, because Nadine never let on that it was a problem. He loved his mom as much as she loved him.

She reached under her tank dress when her son wasn’t looking and adjusted the butt plug, she was wearing. She had left the Ben Wa balls at home.

“What is the answer?” he asked impatiently as they arrived at a street crossing and stopped.

“Oh, I thought you were being rhetorical,” she responded while running in place to prevent her feet from burning. “I used to be hot shit when I was your age. I was definitely an open book back then, too! Wide open!” she laughed at her double entendre. It flew over her son’s head that she meant she was very promiscuous. “My tits didn’t sag, my ass was not so big, and my face didn’t have any wrinkles.”

“Did you look hotter than Katie?” he asked as he signaled for the pair to cross. It wasn’t at all strange to his mom that he was the one who decided it was all clear. She trusted him.

“You think your sister is hot?” she mused. “I probably looked a lot like her back then. She’s got blonde hair though and blondes always have more fun.”

Nadine shook her heavy, curly red hair, and realized she was already sweating around her neck. “I should have put my hair up in a ponytail before we left,” She mused.

“I like your hair down,” he said with certainty.

“I appreciate how decisive you are during our mommy-son dates, Harold. You aren’t usually like this around your father and older brothers.”

Harold didn’t get a chance to respond her observation because they were interrupted by a nearby dog barking at them. “Hi Mrs. Johnson,” Nadine waved thoughtfully at her neighbor.

Nadine felt a tinge of guilt was over her because only a short while ago she was fucking her husband. She had known the Johnsons for over a decade, but she’d only started fucking Eddie a few months ago.

Mrs. Johnson looked down her nose at Nadine. It might have been a combination of envy and the sneaking suspicion that the red head was fucking her husband.

Linda pasted a fake smile on her face and waved. She had average looks, bleached blonde hair, and a dumpy pear-shaped figure that was more ass than tits. She wore a simple blue polo, and khaki shorts with sneakers.

“Goodness, Nadine,” Mrs. Johnson greeted the pair. “I knew the summer humidity was dreadful this week, but how on earth did your husband allow you to go out dressed like that, Nadine?”

Nadine’s cheeks immediately flushed a deep, brilliant crimson color. She wasn’t sure why her pussy simultaneously started throbbing and her pulse began to race. It just did that when she was embarrassed.

Nadine didn’t have on any makeup, her hair was a mess, she was sweaty, and wore only a stainless-steel collar without sandals. Linda’s reaction was perfectly understandable.

Yet, true to her nature, her sweet smile didn't falter for a second, and Nadine let out a flustered, bubbling little "Hehe" chuckle. Nadine didn’t realize it but she was getting turned on when she was called out by her neighbor for dressing like a slut.

“I am on a mommy-son date with Harold, and he wanted me to just wear what I had on, because he is taking me to the park and then a surprise!”

Harold had stopped his bike and waved to her. He started blushing when
Mrs. Johnson looked at the prominent impressions of Nadine's nipples pushing aggressively against the sheer white fabric, then glanced down at how the woman was shifting her weight from foot to foot on the grass to keep her bare soles from touching the hot pavement.

The poodle let out a sharp yip and strained on its leash to sniff at whatever was under Nadine’s dress that smelled so yummy. The dog could clearly catch the heavy, distinct scent of fresh sex and sweat clinging to Nadine’s bare thighs

“I saw that my husband came over to your house earlier. Did he get what he came there for?”

“I hope so,” Nadine smiled sweetly. She wasn’t going to kiss and tell. She hoped that Linda wouldn’t ask her point-blank if she fucked Eddie right in front of her son. That would lead to an entirely different conversation when they got home.

“How can you stand walking on the sidewalk without any shoes?” Linda slapped a mosquito that was buzzing around her face. Nadine was suddenly aware that there were a few around her, too, and she hadn’t even noticed them.

“Oh, it is definitely a little hot on the toes, but my feet are pretty tough from running around the backyard with the kids all summer,” Nadine tittered and softly jogged in place.

Frank sometimes punished her by using a thin wooden rod on the soles of her feet, and that was far worse than any of this. She wasn’t going to bring that fact up.

“Yeah, Mom can take it, she’s tougher than nails!” Harold bragged. “One time, Kent tickled her feet until she nearly peed herself, and she barely complained!”

Nadine silently laughed as she thought back to that day.

“I give all my kids one-on-one time and today Harold is taking me to the park and a surprise. He said to wear what I have on, so that’s what I did.”

“That’s commendable that you are such a giving person,” Linda’s tone suggested she knew exactly what she gave Eddie earlier. “I won’t keep you any longer. You two have a blessed day, now.”

“C’mon Mom!” Harold insisted firmly.

“You heard the boss!” Nadine laughed boisterously. Her voice was pure, unpretentious, loving feminine energy as she gave Mrs. Johnson a cheerful wave. “Have a wonderful walk, Linda!”

They waved goodbye and continued down the path toward the community park.

“Geesh, that bitch talks forever, Mom. Come on, the park entrance isn’t far.”

Nadine didn’t care if her son cussed. He was old enough to make that decision for himself. She cussed all the time, and she didn’t believe in being a hypocrite. She’d grown up with repressed parents who saw everything sexual as nasty or naughty. She vowed never to be like that as a parent. Frank felt the same way, and their kids were happy, healthy, and not fucked up.

Once she had a chance to catch her breath, she felt refreshed. She even kept up with her son as he sped up a few times. If she fell behind, he’d slow down or even circle his mother a few times.

The sweat from Nadine’s body began to make the tank dress more and more see-through. She wasn’t sure if she was more embarrassed by how her fat nipples stiffly protruded through the material of her dress, or that she was just a sweaty pig and now everyone at the park would notice.

She had to adjust the butt plug again to prevent it from falling out. She was afraid her son would notice if she just reached under her skirt.

"Mom, do you want to race? Last one to the park loses!”

Nadine laughed and shook out her shoulders. “You are on a bike, and I am on foot, that hardly seems fair.”

“Those are the rules!” Harold decided. He took off at full tilt toward the park entrance.

It was a small park, just a few swings, slides, and picnic tables. There weren’t many people there.

Nadine glanced around to make sure no one was watching. She was going to lose the race anyway. She reached under her dress, stuffed the butt plug as far up her ass as possible, and twisted it to seat it so that it wouldn’t fall out easily.

“Coming, baby!” she shouted with a wave and sprinted after him.

Harold was already waiting for her at the park entrance with a smirk on his face. Nadine didn’t slow down. She didn’t stop even though her big fat tits bounced, and her ass jiggled.

It was broad daylight and the few people that were there, probably noticed her arrival but no one saw her closely enough to be concerned about it.

“Loser!” he chuckled.

“Sorry, Honey!” she apologized, bent over and grabbed her knees to catch her breath. “What does the winner get?” she huffed.

Harold hadn’t thought about stakes. “Loser has to ride the rocking horse!”

He pointed to a lonely playground fixture. The rocking horse used to be a regular fixture at parks but very popular these days. It was shaped like a painted white horse with a saddle that rested on a single heavy coil.

A grown woman would look completely ridiculous trying to sit on it and rock herself back and forth.

“Oh, Fun! I haven’t ridden one of these since I was a little girl, Harold!” she clapped as she followed her son over to the metal horse.

The grass and sand wasn’t any kinder to her feet. If anything, bits of rock stuck to the bottom of her feet and under her toes.

“This is what I get to do if I lost?” she lifted her leg and straddled the horse eagerly and rested her weight on it. It wasn’t until her pussy lips made contact with the metal that she realized just how hot the metal was.

“I guess you’d have been able to make ME sit on the horsey,” he shrugged. It was a purely unlikely outcome. “Kent and Brody made me do it the last time we raced.”

“Aww, I’d never make you sit on the horsey,” Nadine tittered, her heart racing as she gave him a playful wink. “Unless you secretly enjoy it, of course... giddy up! How long do you want me to ride Trigger, Harold?”

“Trigger?”

“That’s my Horsey’s name!” Nadine used her heavy weight to launch herself forward, and her tits bounced low as gravity gave the illusion the horse was moving on its own power.

“Keep doing it until I tell you to stop!”

The butt plug that was up his mother’s ass was made of stainless steel. Every time the horse went backward, the base connected with the metal and fried her butthole from the heat.

She bit her lip and imagined the time her husband tied her up and put her on a Spanish horse at a BDSM party. That horse was made of rough wood, and she had to sit on the crease in the center of it with her feet in stirrups. It didn’t rock back and forth gently like this. The stirrups were abruptly removed when Frank pulled a wooden switch, and the lead weights attached to her ankles pulled her entire body down onto the crease.

She started to orgasm a little as she remembered the cruel laughter of the observers watching her panicked face as she struggled. Her nipples had been stretched on a long chain that pulled them up and away from her body, and anyone who wanted could give them a hard yank.

She closed her eyes in shame because she didn’t want her son to notice she was cumming all over the base of the seat.

“Is it too hot, Mom?” Harold asked with concern in his voice.

“Huh?” Nadine’s eyes opened and a guilty look crossed her face. “Um, no. I was just, um… imagining this was a real horsey.”

“Cool,” Harold had his phone out to record her funny reaction. “I can’t wait to show Dad and the others the fun we are having when we get back.”

“Um,” Nadine was reaching a near climax, and she felt ashamed that she was turned on. “I have to go pee; do you mind if I hop off for a few minutes?” she lied.

She wanted to head into the nearby bathrooms and finish herself off. The orgasm that was building inside her was delicious.

“A bet is a bet,” Harold teased his mother playfully.

[EddieDavidson]

Edit on 6/29, Brody's name changed to Brock.

“But I really have to pee,” Nadine couldn’t stop biting her lip. She wanted desperately to reach up and tweak her nipples. She imagined that her hands were bound behind her back like they were when she rode the Spanish horse. She let go of the two handles on the metal horse’s mane and crossed her wrists behind her. “Look, no hands!”

Harold found his mother’s desperation quite amusing and kept the camera fixed to her face. “No way,” Harold snickered. “Just keep rocking and rolling!”

“This isn’t like at the house, Harold!” a trace of panic, shame, and humiliation spread across her cheeks and gave them a rosy glow.

Her sons and daughter took very long showers and spent a great deal of time in their shared bathroom. Her husband insisted that the master bathroom in their bedroom was off-limits to her. He wanted a place where he alone could take a dump in private.

“It’s funny watching you do the pee-pee dance, Mom! You can hold it. Just fifteen more minutes, okay?”

Nadine noticed an older couple that was at the park in the distance, and a young mother pushed a stroller. The additional onlookers added considerably to her humiliation.

Nadine had peed in mason jars and even out in the backyard when the boys were occupying the bathroom and took their sweet time.

The difference was not only that she really didn’t have to pee, but that she was desperate to masturbate herself to a full-blown climax. She was so close to having an orgasm. The metal pommel of the saddle hit her clit in a way that caused her to soak not only the hem of her dress, but the seat.

There were only three ways that Nadine usually came. Nadine could fake an orgasm like a porn star, but she could not get off from being fucked in a regular way.

She had never had an orgasm until she met her husband, and Nadine fucked a lot of guys and tried to chase one. She found it particularly difficult to get excited about having her pussy eaten, but she had managed to get close and sucked men off before she got married.

The secret sauce for Nadine was when her husband gave her permission to masturbate after she did something really well and told her she was a good girl and had permission to cum. She had never had anyone else reward her that way, and she wasn't sure if it would work.

She valued the orgasm so much more when he made her earn it.

If Nadine tried to imagine it or just fingered herself the same way, she could get wet but would only end up and edge herself to frustration.

The second way was when she made someone else cum and they were rude and inconsiderate right after. She didn’t even realize that was a formula to make herself cum. If a guy got all lovey-dovey and thankful after Nadine gave them an orgasm, she felt like she didn’t deserve any recognition.

Nadine loved nothing more than being used as a cock sleave a cum sponge. She felt weird when her lovers insisted on fawning over her, or worried about her pleasure and that made it difficult for her to get turned on.

She was happy to give pleasure, and the less they worried about her, the more turned on she became. It befuddled some lovers, but Frank understood his wife better than anyone.

The third and final way was spontaneous like this. It was the rarest and often the most enjoyable form of euphoric bliss that she had ever obtained. She had no idea what conditions needed to be in place, but Nadine could feel it build between her thighs and it was going to blow soon.

It was usually when she was having rough sex with more than two men at the same time and she felt like they were passing her around like a serving tray to be used.

Her brain shut down, and she just reacted in the moment. Dopamine, endorphins, and primal mating instructions that blurred sexual pleasure with pain put her in “Subspace”.

A completely meditative state that Nadine called “Bimbo Mode”.

If Nadine didn’t cum when she had this tingle, she would have a sore pussy and be frustrated for days. She assumed it was the equivalent of blue balls for a man. There was no way she could hide this orgasm when it finally erupted, and the desperation on Nadine’s face only deepened.

She began to buck the steel horse back and forth vigorously. Nadine’s mind started to dim and she could tell her brain was turning off to provide more energy to her pussy.

“Harold, I am begging, sweetie! I’ll be right back and I can start over if you want.”

“No, we don’t have much time left. Dad wants you back by 2 p.m. I still want to do the swings and monkey bars. I also have that little surprise I told you about. Just hold it until we get there. My brothers and Katie will want Mommy time, too. They’ll be mad if I hog you.”

Nadine couldn’t fault his logic. She just wanted to play with her tits and cum, but she couldn’t do it out in the open. She swung her hand and slapped her nipple as hard as she could through the material. “A mosquito!”

The slap was so loud that the older couple on the park bench heard it and started to talk about her shameful act. Nadine didn’t know it but the entire back of her white tank dress had ridden up and revealed her big ass crack.

Her butt plug was still tightly squeezed between those cheeks and would have only been noticed by someone who stood behind her.

“Oh god,” she rolled her eyes back and spasmed a little as she rode the wave of ecstasy pulsing through her body.

“What? Is someone here?” Harold was oblivious.

"Hhhhh"

Nadine was a hot, flustered mess. She couldn’t respond. She closed her eyes and tried to will herself to behave and turn off her desire to cream her way to a well-deserved orgasm.

Frank and Nadine didn’t believe in labels. You could call her submissive, a hot wife, or a slave to her husband. It didn’t matter to Nadine. The simple fact was that by her very nature, Nadine embodied the concept of it being better to give than receive in everything.

Harold’s mother was a generous lover that got off on getting other people off. That didn’t mean she didn’t need to have an orgasm. She just couldn’t get there the way that most people did.

“Oh God,” she moaned through the frustration of holding her orgasm back with her pussy walls. The Kegels and pussy control she trained in daily were good for muscle control but not self-control. She wanted to cum so badly but not here, not in front of her son and all these people.

She rocked the horsey like her life depended on riding it until the orgasm subsided, but it just kept hovering like a hurricane off the coast and took its sweet time making landfall.

Her asshole clenched around the butt plug between her cheeks. Once. Twice. A third time, slower, deeper, the muscle inside her bowels gripped and released in long, luxurious pulses that shoved the steel base tight against the seat with each contraction.

She trained with an anal plug. She had loved anal since the first time she stuck her own finger in her butt while exploring herself in the bathtub.

Her slap-red nipple throbbed against the thin white cotton, and she knew her sweat was making it fully visible. Her whole body went liquid for one long, shattering second.

“Ma’am,” she heard a voice from behind her. It was a cranky old woman named Barbara.

“Barbara, sit down. Leave that lady alone,” the old man said. His wife had decided she had enough of watching this spectacle, and she wanted to confront Nadine.

“Oh, Miss!” the old lady frowned. She could see the tip of the metal butt plug from her vantage point behind Nadine, but her son was oblivious.

Nadine was in her own little self-indulgent world of pleasure and shame.

“Sorry, my mom has to go pee,” Harold apologized on her behalf.

“Well, why doesn’t she just go?” Barbara asked him with snide condescension oozing out of every pore in her body.

Harold wasn’t sure why his mother hadn’t just ignored him and gone to the bathroom if she had to go so badly. Nadine had a habit of asking people if they minded if she did things that most people take for granted, and she had chosen not to go take care of herself.

“Sorry,” she managed to apologize breathlessly, and then she slid off the horse and left behind a puddle of wet, slimy quim juice. She fell on the sand below the horse and began to writhe and spasm.

“Well, I never!” Barbara knew what had happened, but she was too polite to dignify it with further commentary.

“Hahah, Mom peed all over the seat,” Harold had no idea that sticky, clear liquid was cum. It looked to him like the ooze that came from snails, but he assumed it was pee because it certainly had a musky odor.

“Oh, can I cum?” Nadine whispered to herself inaudibly. She jerked around a few more seconds in the sand before she realized that the orgasm she thought she was going to have simply never came.

She needed to be told she was a good girl and had earned it. “Oh god,” she realized she had just made a fool of herself in public and creamed all over the seat.

Harold continued filming her while she dusted off the sand. “Kent and Brody are going to laugh their asses off when they see that.”

“I am glad they will get a chuckle,” Nadine found herself and sounded sarcastic, and she didn’t like that. She was the type of person who could laugh at herself louder than anyone, but she never laughed at anyone else’s misfortune.

She had come closer to orgasm on her own than ever before, and that was something. She’d be pining for one later and suffer the equivalent of a blue-pussy until Frank or one of his friends pounded it hard enough that she was satisfied.

“Sorry if that embarrassed you, Harold,” she still had sand everywhere, including between her legs. Nadine straightened her dress and pulled it back down over her big bubble butt in the back.

“It was great, I love Mommy dates! We don’t have a lot of time left though. It wasn’t the full fifteen minutes, but I won’t ask you to sit down on the seat after you peed on it,” he sounded a little disappointed in her. “Why don’t you push me on the swings and then we’ll go get your surprise!”

“I can’t wait!” she said as she moved to the swings.

A young man was swinging nearby. He noticed how sweaty Nadine was and how the skimpy outfit she wore clung to her body. He wouldn’t stop staring.

Nadine almost didn’t realize he stared because of how she was dressed.

“You don’t feel too old to be on the swings and walk around with your mom, Harold?”

“Not really,” Harold shrugged. It was normal to him to take her places. They’ve been to amusement parks, museums, and even an aquarium together, but usually they just spend time playing board games or running around in the backyard and playing freeze tag.

They had been going on these dates ever since he could remember. It was something she started with Kent and Katie when they were little and continued as they grew older.

“What about my outfit? It is soaked,” she noted the hem of her dress was wet, but she was also sweating profusely. “I’ve washed the car and been to the beach in some itty bitty bikinis your father and you guys chose for me, but I’ve never gone for a walk dressed like I do at home. It doesn’t embarrass you to be seen with me?”

“Are you kidding? Dad, Kent and Brody are going to think this is hilarious,” Harold exclaimed as his mother pushed him on the swing. He kicked his sneakers into the sand to bring the swing to a halt.

Harold didn't look embarrassed; he looked like he had just won an argument.

“You look pretty when you're all sweaty and messy, and your hair is all messed up. Like you just had fun.”

“Oh?” Nadine was flattered. His mom was terrible at accepting compliments and she wasn’t vain or fishing for one. She was intrigued by what her son said and wanted to know why he thought that.

“Yeah, you always have a satisfied smile after you come out of your bedroom after Dad or one of his friends visit. Today, when you were with Mister Johnson. I love seeing you, happy, mom! You make us happy.”

Nadine’s face went pale. She and Frank had never told her sons what they did in the bedroom with his friends. If Nadine’s mom had random men coming over to fuck, she would have thought it was scandalous.

It was obvious to Nadine that Harold had figured it out a long time ago and just saw it as nothing that unusual. It was just as normal as her collar, and house clothing.

There was a long pause as she thought about whether or not to ask him any more questions about it. She continued to push him in the swing.

A short wintry smile emerged on her face. She surmised that if Harold knew, then his siblings did as well. Nadine realized that by raising the boys without repression they probably didn’t see sex as all that dirty.

“It may be best if you don’t tell Mrs. Johnson about that,” she said as she pushed him again.

“Yeah,” Harold shrugged as he jumped out of the swing and told her to follow him. “I was going to let you ride the bike to the surprise but I don’t want you to get pee all over my seat. It was kind of wet when I sat down earlier.”

“Sorry,” she apologized as she walked past some the old folks who had scorned her earlier.

“No problem, you couldn’t help it. Do you still need to go pee or did you get it all out?”

“I think it’s all out, Sugar,” she admitted.

“Good, because we don’t have a lot of time,” he said as he mounted his bike and told her to keep up. “Try to run a little faster this time.”

Nadine huffed and jogged along the sidewalk behind Harold. He was heading toward the highway outside of their subdivision. It wasn’t as humiliating to be seen with her tits flapping and her ass cheeks clapping by only a few random neighbors.

If Harold intended to take her up to the highway, she’d be seen by dozens of people driving past, and probably mistaken for a hooker.

She smiled. It had always been her fantasy to be a hooker. She loved sex and didn’t want to charge money for it, but she liked how dirty the fantasy was. Nadine used to be a stripper when she first married Frank. She knew some strippers that hooked when rent was due.

“Come on, you are way behind,” Harold chuckled as he watched his mother’s saggy tits bouncing in the tiny white outfit while she ran toward him.

Once they were on the highway, they had to cross the street and that ensured that Nadine was spotted by passing drivers. She cringed and turned beet red.

A few men honked their horns, and one even cat called her “Hey, sexy. How much?”

Nadine waved back with a smile.

“Ta-da!” Harold pointed at a McDonalds next to a dilapidated, broken-down motel.

“The motel or are you taking me to McDonalds?”

“McDonalds!” he said as he led his mom inside. He ordered for himself first. “A big mac, make it a medium sized meal. Root beer for the drink. I also want a six piece nugget with ranch, no, a ten piece and a large Coca Cola.”

“Will that be all?”

He looked at his mom, expectantly.

She hadn’t ordered for herself since she started dating Frank. Nadine wasn’t even sure what was on the menu.

Harold ordered for his mom before she got done scanning what was on the screens above the cash registers. Harold had grown up knowing his mom never ordered for herself.

“She’ll have a six piece, with a barbecue sauce and ranch, and you know what? Just give her one of each sauce! Plus a small water.”

This was the first time Harold had ever ordered for his mother.

Most people may have felt like it was humiliating to have someone order for them, especially if it was a much smaller portion than they were getting.

Nadine wasn’t most people. She was genuinely proud of Harold, and pleased she didn’t have to order. Nadine affectionately placed her hand on his shoulder.

“I have to charge you 25 cents for each sauce after the first one, on a six piece.”

“Okay, then. Just the barbecue sauce,” he told the cashier. Once he got the total, he paid for it with his allowance and smiled at his mother. “Sorry, I wanted you to have all the sauces.”

“Thank you, Harold! I don’t have the willpower to resist ordering a bigger portion, and that’s why your father has me on a diet.”

“Yeah, I know,” he looked at her pooched belly and then back up at her to make it obvious to Nadine that she had put on a little weight. The cashier noticed as well and grinned.

“It was kind of you to spend your allowance. I can ask your Dad to pay you back for my portion when we get home if you want?”

“No, this is a date. The man pays,” Harold puffed out his chest proudly. Nadine certainly wasn’t going to take that away from her son.

Nadine thanked the cashier when the food was ready and instinctively grabbed their tray. She hated picking a table. Thankfully, Harold did that as well.

“May I ask, do you have any girlfriends at school?” she said as she placed his food down for him.

“No,” Harold admitted with a defeated sigh.

“Boyfriends?” she grinned.

“NO!”

“Hey, whatever way you fly is the right direction, son. You can even fly both ways, and I wouldn’t love you any less.”

“I would like to fly with girls, but I clam up when I am around them, and I wouldn’t know how to get one to take off, much less land the plane, Mom.”

Nadine snickered as she sat down and took a sip of her water. It tasted delicious after that exhausting, embarrassing run. “Maybe you could practice with Katie and me.”

“MOM!”

“I mean roleplay, like you are trying to chat us up and ask us out a date.”

“You would do that for me?” he brightened.

“I would do anything to make you smile, kiddo! I am your biggest fan and cheerleader. I know Katie feels the same way.”

He practiced his best lines on his mother during their lunch. He clearly needed the practice and enjoyed it.

“Hi, my name is um…Harold. Can I feed you a McNugget?”

“Sure!” his mom rolled his eyes in a silly, flirty way and opened her mouth so he could stick it in.

A customer snapped a picture from another table. He clearly thought the two were serious about their interaction.

Harold was humiliated, but his mother kissed him on the lips and said she couldn’t wait to see him again. “I hope I am not too forward, but will you take me to your place.”

She hungrily ate one of the McNuggets from his hand. It was flirtatious and bubbly, just like her. It cheered Harold right up and filled him with confidence.

“One more?” he placed one of the McNuggets in his mouth.

His mother blushed, glanced downward, and then looked up at him. The move gave him butterflies in his stomach. His mom loved to flirt.

She leaned in, stuck her butt out toward the man who had taken the picture. He could just make out the fact she wasn’t wear panties. She opened her mouth and placed her lips on his.

Nadine held it there for just a moment, locked eyes with him and bit into the McNugget. As taboo as it was for a mother to do this in public, she found herself amused by how easy it was to give her son goosebumps.

Roleplaying as a MILF into younger guys, made it easier not to feel guilty about her bold move.

She pulled away and chewed it. “Ready to go, Cutie?” she asked.

“Sure, if you don’t mind running behind my bike, Maw….er…Nadine,” he smiled as he passed the stunned customer.

“Anything for you, my love!” she offered sweetly while she followed him past the man to his bike.

“That was so cool, thanks!” he was really pleased with his mom’s flirtation, and pleased with himself. It felt a little strange, but he couldn’t wait to roleplay more when they got home.

“I enjoyed it too! I kind of liked it when you called me Nadine.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, Mom makes me feel so old.”

“Can I call you Nadine anytime I want, or just when we roleplay?”

“It’d be weird if you called me Mom when we roleplay. You can call me anything you like, any time you like, dear.”

“Hah, nuh-uh,” Harold remained closed and circled her while pedaling slowly.

“Yuh-huh,” she answered.

“Dad won’t mind?”

“if he does he’d tell you,” she shrugged. “I don’t though. It was cool and it shut that guy up.”

“He actually thought a beautiful woman like you would be with a young dork like me!” Harold said.

“Honey,” Nadine insisted that he stop so she could tell him something important. “It was the other way around. He thought an older woman was lucky enough to bag a young stud. I love you young guys.”

“Really? But you were with Mister Johnson and he is older than Dad.”

“Beggars cant be choosers, Sweetness,” she smiled and blushed. Nadine had always imagined the day her sons or daughter found out she wasn’t monogamous with their father they’d need a lot of answers.

It turns out, they were far more understanding than she could have imagined.

The jog home was fairly uneventful. She had to run past Mrs. Johnson again. This time Eddie stood next to his wife. His eyes wandered as he followed Nadine’s jiggling ass while she ran to her house behind her son’s bike.

She thanked him again for the date, and said she’d hug him but she was sweaty and messy.

“That’s okay, I told you! I like you that way!” Harold hugged his sweaty mother at the door.

Kent and Brody were in the living room playing video games, while there sister watched on the couch with a bored expression.

“I loved the video,” Brody laughed as his mother walked in. It wasn’t the first time the guys had taken a video of her in a humiliating situation.

“Thank you,” Nadine blanched, and smiled dumbly. She had forgotten all about the pictures and video from the park.

“Yeah, you pissed all over that horse and just left the seat all wet,” Kent laughed. “Nicely done!”

“I am glad you guys got a laugh!” Nadine looked on the bright side about the experience. “I have time for one more Mommy date! Who wants me after I take a shower?” she said as she went to her room to grab an fresh tank dress.

“I do,” Brody and Kent’s hands went up. Emily shrugged and said she’d do hers later.

“Alrighty, you’ll have to flip me for it. If I land on my butt, Brody. If I land on my head, I’ll do Kent!” she teased. “Just let me take a shower and I’ll be good to go!”

“What about me?” Katie asked with a sour expression on her face. She clearly felt left out.

“I’d love to have Mommy-Katie time, baby! The boys called dibs first, but I am sure we’ll have time later.”

Frank breezed into the room and headed over to his wife. Even though she was sweaty and dirty, he grabbed her and gave her a passionate kiss. “I am overriding the dibs. I need you to wash my truck, my love. I’ve got some errands to run and it’s way too dirty.”

“Sure!” his wife cooed enthusiastically. “Your wish is my command!”

“Meh!” Brock booed.

“Dammit,” Kent shrugged.

“You can play with your mom, while I am gone, boys. I may need you to come with me and help me with some things,” he told them. “Nadine, I want you to put on your red slingshot bikini, and wash and wax the truck completely.”

“I’ll spit shine it if you want,” Nadine pantomimed scrubbing and spitting in a way that looked more like sucking a big cock.

“Not necessary,” he smiled back at her. “I love your positive attitude!”

“Thank you! I won’t need a shower now.”

“Apply two coats of wax, not one, and I want you to completely vacuum the inside of the cab. Get under the seats. I may have dropped some soda cans and garbage down there,” he smacked her on the ass and started to walk away.

“Mom, can I do Mommy-daughter time with you?”

“After your father’s truck, we’ll go round robin,” Nadine promised. It was often difficult to decide which of her kids got her undivided attention next. Nadine hated having to decide, because it always felt like someone felt left out.

“No, I mean, can I wash the truck with you?” Katie asked.

The room grew silent for just a brief moment. Brock, Harold and Kent laughed and assumed she was joking.

“Why would you WANT to wash Dad’s truck?” Kent couldn’t fathom his twin sister’s angle. She seemed morose and distant lately.

“What does it matter? I’ve got nothing else to do, and I want to hang out with mom,” Katie shrugged.

“Sure, I don’t see why you can’t,” Nadine brushed her daughter’s hair affectionately with her hand and told her to go change into her bikini.

Nadine’s one-piece slingshot was incredibly revealing and barely covered her tits and pussy. The cloth rode up between her ass cheeks like a permanent wedgie. She took her butt plug out and walked into the living room.

No one batted an eye. Nadine always wore a revealing swimsuit to the beach or to wash her husband’s truck. It was incredibly normal.

Katie’s bikini on the other hand, garnered her immediate attention. Instead of the more conservative, typical bikini that she wore, she wore a thong, and with a bikini top.

“Holy crap, where did you get that?” Brock admired his sister’s body.

“At Nunya!”

“Nunya?” Brock fell for the joke, hook like and sinker, but Katie had a wicked twist to the punch line.

“Nunya are every going to see my tits or booty hole, so stop staring at me,” she laughed and joined her mother outside.

It was still bright and sunny, and cars, cyclists and people walking their dogs or jogging occasionally went by. They turned their heads and watched the women with interest.

“Creepers,” Katie rolled her eyes when one guy stared a little too longingly at her tiny tits poking through the bikini top.

“I am glad you want to help, I really am,” Nadine smile was filled with gratitude and pride in her daughter’s decision to volunteer to help. “You don’t have to wear a skimpy bikini just because I am. Your father likes to see me in this.”

“Dad’s not even watching. He likes to send outside to embarrass you,” Katie surmised.

She wasn’t wrong, but Nadine didn’t see it that way. That was because a part of her really got off on being humiliated.

“Your father will have to try a lot harder if he wants to embarrass me,” Nadine admitted. “He likes to show me off.”

“I think you like to be shown off, and you didn’t piss yourself at the playground,” her daughter replied pragmatically.

“Oh?”

“Don’t bullshit me, Mom. You are an attention whore like Megan at school.”

“Who is Megan?” Nadine asked as she just began washing the truck with a sponge in each hand.

“Just some slut that fucks anyone who asks. I think she gets off on other girls making fun of her for being a horny little twat.”

Katie started hand washing the truck with a sponge and a soapy bucket.

“How do you know that she likes it?”

“She loves flashing her tits, and wearing no panties around school. She smiles and seems to revel in her own humiliation. It’s like she wants the other girls in school to make fun of her, and guys not to respect her.”

“Not every girl wants the same things,” Nadine tried not to smile because that sounded a lot like her when she was younger. She wanted to say that she’d like to meet Megan, but she felt it would be really uncool to play with one of her daughter’s friends. “Some princesses don’t want to be saved by the white knight. They want to remain in the cage that the ogre put her in, and fuck his brains out back in the dungeon.”

“Nice fairy tale, Mom,” her daughter lashed a lemony-sour smirk. “She isn’t the only slut at school. There are a few of them that fuck the teachers for good grades and blow the popular guys to be popular. Megan is different. She will fuck the old pervy janitor just for kicks. It’s like she wants to be nastier than the other sluts in school.”

“You sound jealous,” Nadine observed as she splashed her daughter playfully with some suds.

“Fuck you,” Katie retaliated with a bigger splash of suds that landed on her mother’s fat tits. “I just don’t get it. You let Harold tell you that you couldn’t take a piss at the playground and then didn’t get mad that he took VIDEO of you so that his brothers could laugh at it.”

Nadine realized that this conversation wasn’t really about Megan. It was about her.

“It was Harold’s time with me, and I was being polite. I didn’t mind, it was a little humiliating, and uncomfortable but it made the boys laugh. I’d rather do that then deny them a little amusement.”

Nadine wasn’t lying, but she wasn’t telling the whole truth. A part of her was mortified by what she had done. Thinking back on flirting with Harold at McDonalds to piss off the guy that took their picture made her feel like she had gone too far as a mom.

The worst part was that a part of her understood Megan’s motivations, but she couldn’t put them into words.

“If Harold told me that I couldn’t pee, I’d pee on his leg,” Katie confessed even though a part of her envied her mother’s courage. “I just don’t understand why you act like a clown sometimes. Isn’t your dignity worth more than their amusement?”

“Some moms are vain and materialistic, but I have never been that way. I’d give up anything for you guys to make your lives better. You know that!”

“Fair point,” Katie grew silent while she processed what her mother had just told her. “You and Megan are very different.”

“How so?”

“Megan is a little bitch that goads and teases guys that like her. She uses people, lies all the time, and fucks whoever she wants. You are super nice, and you are always doing stuff for us. We never have to even make our own beds.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s great, I just don’t see why you do it. If I were you, I’d never lift a fucking finger and my brothers would have to do whatever I tell them.”

“Oh yeah, how would you get them to do that?”

“I’d lock up their dicks in cock cages, and if they wanted to whack off, they’d have to do all their chores,” Katie said.

Nadine cracked a naughty smile as she scrubbed the chrome bumper of her husband’s muddy truck until she could see her reflection. Her ass was facing the sidewalk, and she didn’t notice the guy who had been staring at her for the last two minutes.

“Where did you hear about cock cages?”

“Internet,” Katie shrugged. “Megan said she met a guy Dad’s age who wears one because his wife keeps his pecker locked up.”

“How does she know them?”

“Supposedly, she tells her mom she is babysitting, but hires herself out on swinger apps. She was probably bragging about it.”

“That’s absolutely terrible!! She shouldn’t be doing that. It’s very risky. Which app, and is there a subscription fee?”

“Haha, I love that about you, Mom!” Katie got the joke immediately and kissed her mom with a peck on the lips. “I can tell you about anything!”

“Thank you!” Nadine beamed with pride. “You can also ask me anything. I am an open book! I hope you know that!”

“One thing I wanted to ask was why do you do whatever dad and my brothers tell you to do?”

Nadine’s spine froze. She had never been asked that question directly by anyone. “I don’t do everything that your brothers tell me to do,” Nadine answered without denying she’d do whatever her husband told her to do.

“I’ve never heard you say no to any of us,” Katie countered.

Nadine couldn’t think of a time when she had to do that.

“I like saying yes, and to be perfectly honest, I love all of you. I am naturally submissive, and that means I derive my pleasure from pleasing others. It’s a win-win, because by making you guys happy, I make myself happy.”

“You couldn’t have enjoyed fucking Mr. Johnson. There is no way,” Katie cringed.

Nadine had trouble adjusting to the realization that all four of her kids knew she slept with the neighbor. They hadn’t said anything about it, because it was so routine at their house.

“It’s difficult to explain,” Nadine scratched her butt cheek and then her chin as she tried to find the right words. “When people fuss over me, or try to indulge and please me, it makes me feel weird. I never liked roses and fancy dinners. I don’t like being pampered, but I enjoy pampering others.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you’d do something gross like fuck an old creeper like Mister Johnson. He’s always staring at my tits when he sees me and telling me how much I’ve grown.”

“He’s like that with all women, honey,” Nadine had trouble suppressing a laugh. “All pretty girls have to get used to guys staring at our butts and tits. There are some who want to hide it all away. They feel like if a guy like Eddie gets a free look and a smile, they lose something. Looking is free.”

“That’s why that weird dude is staring up your ass? It’s like he is trying to see what you ate for lunch,” Katie glared at the man and he instantly took his eyes away and started to walk away.

“Oops, I dropped my sponge in the bucket and now I am all wet,” Nadine countered her daughter’s action by intentionally dropping her sponge in the water and intentionally splashing herself with dirty, sudsy water. She bent deeply at the waist, and gave him a peek at her pussy lips and asshole peeking out from under the thin thong she wore.

The man turned around and stared again.

“Great, now he’ll never leave,” Katie chuckled.

“So? stares our free, and it’s not like he is bothering me. Why not give him a smile and let him beat off to thoughts of me later?”

“Gross,” Katie scrunched her nose in disgust and shot him a dirty look but he didn’t notice or budge. “That is kind of cool to know some guy is beating his meat while thinking about you.”

Surprisingly, Katie said “Let me help you look for your sponge, Mom!”

She turned around and bent over before her mom could whisper that she wasn’t really looking for her sponge.

Nadine smiled at Katie when their noses were close enough to touch. Katie reached behind herself and ran her finger up and down the thong between her ass cheeks.

“Where did you get that swimsuit, anyway?” Nadine asked.

“It’s a pair of panties I stole from Megan. She rarely wears them, and I wanted a pair.”

Nadine had an entirely new sense of respect for Katie, and a much better understanding of her daughter’s sense of humor. “You actually hang out with Megan?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t have any friends, and I like hearing her dirty-deeds and gang bang stories.”

Nadine wanted to meet Megan, more than ever. She didn’t make that obvious to her daughter.

“Most of it is probably bullshit, but it’s kind of hot. I’ve been trying to figure out why guys don’t really do it for me, and girls don’t either.”

The pair stood up and went back to washing the car after they gave the man a good look at their asses.

“Younger guys can fuck a lot, but they aren’t very good at it. The need an older woman to teach them a thing or two.”

“Yeah, most of the guys I’ve been with are terrible at eating pussy,” Katie admitted bluntly.

Nadine did a spit take and a huge smile spread across her face.

“What? You don’t think I know about getting my pussy eaten?”

“We’ve just never talked about sex before.”

“Yeah, I don’t really need to know about the birds and bees, Mom. I am sure you’ve fucked those too.”

“Well, actually I’ve never thought about doing that,” Nadine snickered. “Actually, I was going to ask you to help me with something.”

Katie was eager to hear about it until her mother mentioned the favor was for Harold.

“He asked me to roleplay flirting and letting him hit on me, so that he could practice and build up his confidence. I thought maybe since you know how girls his age will react, you and I could do it together.”

“Harold is a hopeless nerd that jerks off more than Brock and Kent combined.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve walked in on him beating off, and he’s got a tiny dick. It’s even smaller than Brock.”

Nadine hadn’t seen her sons’ cocks since she used to bathe them. She was surprised that Katie was so blunt about it.

“Why do you think I don’t have sleepovers anymore? They used to walk in my room and pull their dicks out in front of my friends,” Katie laughed. “I’ll help Harold, but I am not sure how good I will be at it.”

“Oh, goodie,” Nadine bounced up and down in her swimsuit and her nipples popped out of the top just in time for a car to pass by and catch a glimpse.

“I am not going to let him practice kissing or groping me though,” Katie clarified.

“No, it’s not like that. We are just going to flirt back and forth so that he gets the hang of it. We can coach him on how to talk to girls.”

“Talk? About what?”

“Don’t the boys that you date try to charm you and hit on you?”

“Not really,” Katie admitted. “I wouldn’t call it dating. If they ask me to suck their dick, I tell them, ‘As if’ and laugh in their faces.”

“Oh, I see.”

“If they ask if they can lick my pussy or ass, then I tell them to meet me behind the school and see if the are any good. They rarely ever are,” “Katie admitted.

“I am sorry,” Nadine pouted in sympathy.

“If Harold wants to learn to eat pussy or ass, I’d probably let him do that, but I am probably just going to laugh at him if he tries to hit on me. I hate it when guys try to act like Casanova. It’s like, do me and go the fuck away.”

Katie only had a few lovers, but Nadine got the impression it was quite a few more than that.

They talked for a while, and had a great afternoon washing Frank’s truck.

[EddieDavidson]

I am at a bit of a creative crossroads.

I could keep this softcore, and focus on the girls teaching him (and his brothers) how to flirt with girls for a bit.

I could have Frank come outside to see what's taking so long, and comment on how happy he is that Katie volunteered to help.

I have another chapter that I've already written that starts the story i was originally going to tell. This initial bit was just a pre-amble to establish how life is normally. I wasn't planning to tell the mommy-time with all of them one on one, or go into more mundane family activities. However, I could do that instead.

Both chapters were recently revised, I will continue to polish them.

[flashharry]

Since you asked for feedback....

I come here for the enforced, or accidental nudity. When a story switches to hardcore, it's not my thing.
I'd like Frank to start forcing Mom into less sex and more skin showing, with Katie more expected to follow suit as the only daughter, without having to be pushed into prostitution - unless as a one-off or a necessity to pay a bill or similar.

Keep going whatever you decide.

[EddieDavidson]

To establish some reluctance, but plausibility that she's willing to do as Frank tells her, I felt it best to lead with her not nude but wearing very little and Katie wearing regular clothes.

I tried starting with the most interesting bit in a different story, and revealing how things got that way, and was soundly told that won't fly. It's not a pure ENF story, but it's definitely going to have a lot of CMNF

[flashharry]

Everyone having different ideas and imagination is what makes this site so good.