Georgia Peaches Don't Need Modesty - AKA Skin to win

[EddieDavidson]

Another attempt at ENF/ reluctant nude female story. I really enjoy Perseus Girls without modesty series and this story is sort of my take on a plausible way that one sister (Darlene) believes in raising her girls without modesty/to be more accomodating and entertaining and (Katie) is more lenient at first.

Chapter one https://www.girlspns.com/viewtopic.php?p=54633#p54633
Chapter two viewtopic.php?p=54675#p54675
Chapter Three: https://www.girlspns.com/viewtopic.php?p=54727#p54727

Sorry, I don't know how folks make the cooler looking tables of contents. I am trying, and I am old/dumb. As my wife would say "Well, if that's the best you can do.."



Katie's daughters Jenny (think Jenifer Grey from Ferris Bueller/Dirty dancing) and her sister Tish are the reluctant nudes.

Darlene's daughter Heather is skeptical but willing. Patty Cakes is basically a natural submissive that likes pleasing and being naked, she's also bashful and has some body image issues that will be addressed when she is nude - people really seem to like her/she likes that.

The story begins with some early vignettes that are loosely based on my own experiences in the 1970s with my cousins and despite it being different, there is enough in the characters that I can blend my real life with the story to hopefully make them feel more authentic.

In the 1970s, peoples attitude about nudity ws different and the drinking age was 18, so what was normal then is different now. The story is set in Georgia when Ted Turner was trying to pump up the Atlanta Braves with Bob Hope and Wet T-shirt contest gimmicks. This year he is sponsoring the "Miss Georgia Peach" contest and the initial part of the story is going to cover going door to door and washing cars to raise money to participate.
Then a car ride with some stops including the Cumming County Fair (north of Atlanta) and some of Ted's hijinks , and maybe a beach trip for a tan before the main event at the pageant.

Lot of nudity and if you don't like rosy butts spanked, skip this story because that happens. The families love each other very much. It's established that doesn't mean running wild and letting them be spoiled.

[EddieDavidson]

Updated 9/14
They say if you are going to tell a story, begin at the most interesting time in someone’s life.

I want to take you back to a time when Detroit gas guzzlers with vinyl tops dominated the parking lot, CB radios with long whip antennas on the trunk, and fuzzy dice or eight-track tapes stacked loose in the glove box.

The year was 1978, and that hot June in small-town Georgia sticks out in my mind anytime someone mentions Georgia peaches or naked girls.

Carter’s gas tax was pissing everyone off and disco was not merely cool; it was an inescapable cultural monopoly. People wore the craziest clothes back then in public, and streaking was a national pastime even in rural Georgia.

Disco might have been cool, but to Danny and his cousin Kenny it sucked donkey dongs. I had managed to get my hands on Bob Seger’s “Stranger in Town” shortly after it released, and I thought his scratchy, soulful good-time rock was about the best damned thing since Skynyrd.

Jenny Hogan was hot shit for a small Georgia town. Nice ass, wavy sandy-blonde hair, cute face. She was bouncing down the sidewalk in her tightly laced roller skates with knee high socks, striped black hot short-shorts, and a little tank top that barely kept her braless nipples from poking through the material.

“Little Miss Georgia Peaches 1974” was emblazoned across the tank top. She had won the honor several years ago in the junior division and now she planned to raise enough money to get her and her cousins where she and cousin Heather would compete in the Miss Georgia Peaches contest, and her little sister Tish would enter the Little Miss Georgia Peaches.

They just had to raise enough money for outfits, headshots and expenses, first! Ted Turner promised that the winners could go on to a job modeling.

Their parents didn’t think any of them would be going to college, so it was a exciting opportunity

Back then, girls weren’t as self-conscious about having stiff pokeys visible under their tops. She didn’t mind showing them off, but she’d give the evil eye to anyone who stared at them for longer than a split second.

“Keep up, Tish! We’ve got a lot of houses to cover,” Jenny called back to her little sister. Tish wore an Atlanta Braves tank top, and light pink hot-shorts that were raised up so high you could almost see a few of her light blonde pubic hairs popping out of the legs.

She had no idea, or she might have been mortified. It was a hot, sticky summer and the two of them were out trying to raise money by selling cookies door to door.

“I am going as fast as my little legs can carry me,” Tish flashed a smile and revealed her braces. “We’re leaving Heather and Patty Cakes behind. We have to wait up.”

“Come on, slow pokes! It’s embarrassing to have to go door to door to sell cookies. I feel like I am back in my Girl Scout days,” Jenny chided her cousins bringing up the rear as sweat rolled down the girls’ noses and onto their chests.

Jenny’s cousin Heather was about the same age that she was. They were both on the cheerleading team at Cumming High, just outside of Atlanta. Heather was the classic All-American girl-next-door type with light blonde hair like Tish, and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. She wore the same kind of high-top lace-ups, and knee-high tube socks with three colored stripes pulled right up to the bottom of the kneecap.

The perkiest, conical tits you might have ever seen were stuffed into an Atlanta Braves tank top. This year Ted Turner was sponsoring the Miss Georgia Peach contest to promote his network and the Atlanta Braves.

He’d pull some zany stunts to drum up excitement, ranging from bathtub races to wet T-shirt contests, and aired them on television. The only thing that would get fans in seats was if the Braves won a few games, and they were on their biggest losing streak of all time.

Failing that, pretty faces and nice tits were the second option to get fans in seats.

Speaking of tits, Jenny’s cousin Patty wasn’t so little when it came to her huge, fat tits. She had huge nipples on areolas that were larger than a half-dollar, and they curved upward like her cousin’s tits did. The difference was how the bottoms of Patty's pendulous tits were bell-shaped and stretched out by the sheer weight of them.

She had packed them into a green terry cloth tube top that was rolled around her chest, revealing her shoulders and tummy, and wore a pair of green short-shorts with yellow stripes that were stretched over her huge bubble butt and stretched partially up her sweaty ass crack.

“Hang on, guys,” Patty Swanson called out to the other three to keep up as she tried to catch up to them on her roller skates. Her giant tits kept flopping up and down and slapping her in the face while she skated. Patty had blossomed early and looked like a full-grown woman long before her older sister.

She was the spitting image of her mother Darlene at that age.

Tits weren’t that big of a deal to her. Patty was often shocked by how much attention she got because she considered herself rather plain. She had big hair teased out like her mother Darlene, light freckles dappled across her cute button nose, and big blue eyes.

She was also used to the challenges around having big titties when it came to running, playing sports, or anything physical like roller skating. An old man watched the procession of pretty girls roll past on his sidewalk and looked up as they passed by and thanked the heavens for sweaty, cute country girls like them.

“Hey, Mister Johnson!” Patty stopped and asked him if he wanted to buy her cookies.

“Oh, I’d love to have your cookie,” Mister Johnson smiled while ogling her and watering his grass at the same time. He took a red handkerchief out of his overalls and wiped the sweat off his slightly balding head with it.

“I’ve got chocolate chip, lemon cookies, Milky Dunkers, and Ding Dongs.”

“I’d love to see your Milky Dunkers!”

He thought he was being clever but his jokes sailed right over Patty's head.

“Oh, goody gumdrops!” she lifted her big tits without thinking about it and let them drop down and jiggle back in place because her chest was sweating so much.

Pendulous, perfectly natural, titties that hang down and then curve up again like two heavy tear drops full of milk.

“Those are nice! I’ll take two!” he smiled playfully as he stared at the girl’s knockers. He hadn’t even noticed she was reaching into a sack of cookies she wore on her back.

“Great, that’ll be two dollars!”

“Do I get to touch ‘em or lick them?”

“They are yours; you can do anything you want,” Patty giggled. Tom Johnson knew she meant the boxes of cookies she had proffered. He had no interest in the cookies, but he was going to buy them anyway because he was a big teddy bear and it meant he could ogle those big natural tits a little longer.

“He wants to see your tits, Patty,” Heather informed her younger sister. Heather was the smarter of the two sisters but not by a whole lot.

“OH!!” Patty covered her mouth and blushed as she realized that she had completely misunderstood his intentions. “Right out here on the sidewalk, Mister Johnson?”

“Sure, if you’ll show them to me,” he grinned. He didn’t think she was serious. He handed her the two dollars.

Patty glanced around the street that they lived on. It was midday, but she didn’t see anyone around the quiet neighborhood of middle-class single-family houses they lived in.

When she didn’t see anybody, Patty lifted her top up, and her massive melons popped out. She blushed and tried not to make eye contact with him.

“Well, god-damn, those are really nice, Patty Cakes,” he smiled as he studied every upraised bump on her light strawberry-colored areolas and the curvature of her fat tits.

Patty smiled and blushed. She didn't mind showing her kids to anybody who wanted to see them. She really didn't understand why they would make such a big deal out of something that she just took for granted. imagine if someone asked you to show them your elbow or your ankle and they got all excited when you did.

Patty walked around with those big knockers everyday since she was a little girl and despite having fantastic tits, she was self-conscious about them and it made her smile to see the old man smile.

In the back of her mind, she thought he might just be gushing over her boobs to make her feel special because it did.

Her tits were even bigger than her mother's and Darlene Hogan used to have the biggest tits in town. She was like the local Dolly Parton.

“They are just tits, no big deal, Mister Johnson,” she told him. She was embarrassed, but mostly because she thought hers were way too big and fat.

“Those are some of the best jugs I’ve ever seen,” he stared at them. “I remember when you didn’t have any. I watched you grow into the woman you are, Patty!”

Patty felt like her sister’s boobs that or smaller but prettier were prettier. In fact, she thought she was about average looks and that her tits and ass made her look fat.

“Yeah, I remember one year you gave me double candy during Halloween and you also put ointment on my boo-boo when I skinned my knee after I fell off my bike. I don't mind if you want to look at my boobies but I hope you enjoyed the cookies, as well.”

He wasn’t listening.

She was just now realizing he had asked for milky dunkers but he had meant her titties. Her laugh was so natural and silly when she finally got the joke. She even touched one of her nipples and pulled the tip like she would a cow's udder.

She held out the boxes of cookies with one hand while holding her tube top up so that he could get a good look. “Did you see them enough?” She really couldn’t understand why he wanted to look at them at all.

“Um, uh, yeah,” he looked behind him to see if anyone in his family witnessed her flashing. “Oh, thank you for the peek and the cookies!”

“You are quite welcome,” Patty stuffed her tits back into the tube top and reslung her backpack. “Say hi to your wife for me!”

This didn't surprise Heather at all but flashing tits in public confused Jenny and Tish. “Good going, Patty Cakes! We need skin to win,” Heather’s cheer team used that slogan when they wanted to get the crowd in the bleachers to notice them during half-time.

“Thanks!!” Patty smiled at her sister and waved over her shoulder at old Man Johnson while they made their way to the next house.

She breezed along like it wasn’t that weird at all to flash her tits.

“Wow, you REALLY wanted to sell some cookies,” Tish giggled. She was envious because despite having cute little perky tits, she wanted bigger ones.

“What do you mean?” Patty asked innocently as the four of them skated down the sidewalk to the next house.

“You flashed your boobs for two bucks,” Tish reminded her.

“Nah, he wanted to see them, and I’ve got boobs, so if it will make him smile I don't mind pulling them out as long as they aren’t laughing at how they swing back and forth. It’s just boobies.”

Tish had been raised differently than her cousins. She didn’t have any modesty when it came to skinny dipping or running around in the fountain in downtown Cumming when she was little, but shortly after she sprouted pussy hair she developed it.

Heather and Patty had been raised not to have much modesty by their mother Darlene just like she was.

Meanwhile, back at Jenny and Tish’s house, their little brother was alone in his room doing what he did best.

Danny was jerking off to Farrah Fawcett’s smiling face on his wall in her red one-piece smiling down on him in his room when his mom barged into his room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed or propped against the headboard with his pants around his knees imagining Farrah was admiring his dick.

“Danny, I’ve got some new undies for you,” his mom walked into the room without bothering to knock. She never knocked when she was going into Danny or his sisters’ room.

“DANNY HOGAN! What are you doing!”

He was tall and skinny and basically a walking pimple with hormones in tennis shoes back then.

“Uh, oh, sorry!!!” he blushed and nearly fell off his bed trying to roll over on his stomach, like he was lying on a grenade before it exploded to save her.

His mom had been shocked at first, but quickly cooled and became understanding. “No need to apologize, sweetie. I was just caught by surprise. I am not going to punish you, it’s perfectly natural for boys to do what you are doing.”

“Really?” he asked with his head buried in his pillow, and his boner still throbbing.

“Yeah, if you shake up a Coke, it has to explode, and between jiggle television with Suzanne Somers, Farrah Fawcett and Dolly Parton shaking their boobs, and local girls wearing those low-slung wrap-around terry tops and short-shorts, I am sure you need a release valve.”

“Can you knock next time?”

“No,” she laughed dismissively. She didn’t say it to be cruel or mean. “You live under my roof. There is no place under my roof that your father and I can’t go anytime we please and there is no place we can’t search. If I suspect you have marijuana or porno magazines, I’ll come and check.”

“I am not smoking pot, Mom!”

Danny was totally smoking pot, all the time. In rural Georgia with nothing for teenagers to do all day, getting high and having sex were some of the only options they had to pass the time.

Katie wasn’t a fool. “Just like you weren’t masturbating?”

“Mom!! Please go away.”

“I grew up with nine brothers and two sisters, Danny. Boys will be boys, and they play with their toys. I’ve seen plenty of dicks in my time on this earth and you don’t have anything between your legs that is gonna shock or disgust me, sweetie. It’s just like going to the doctor. I know what comes out of them, too. You should give your wrists a break, and go outside to find a girlfriend to take care of that swelling for you. Trust me, it’s a whole lot more fun.”

“Barf!” he tried to keep the image of his uncles jerking off in front of his mom when they were younger out of his mind. “I’ve known all the girls around here since kindergarten and we all graduated high school together. The women around here are like sisters to me, and half of them are skanks.”

“Well, it IS Georgia, so that doesn’t always stop kissing cousins,” she chuckled. “Speaking of which, your Aunt Darlene invited us to go roller skating tonight. I want your hair combed, hands washed with Lava soap, wearing your best corduroys and a nice shirt.”

“Can you please go, or are you going to stand there staring at the crack of my butt all day?”

“I’ll stare as long as I please, Danny,” Katie insisted indignantly. She wasn’t staring at his butt at all, but his plea sounded more like a demand to her and she felt now she couldn’t back down. “I’ll leave when I am done talking. Do you have any other questions or comments to make?”

Katie hoped her son would say that he didn’t, so she could leave without making it appear she was retreating because he told her to do it. Katie wasn’t much on women’s lib, but she had been taught to obey her father and husband. She sure wasn’t going to let Danny think he could boss her around the way they did.

“Yeah, would you stand there rubbing it in if you caught Jenny or Tish playing with themselves?”

“If I walked in on Jenny or Tish doing what you’re doing? Well, first off, I SHOULD do what your Aunt Darlene would do with Heather and Patty and haul their bare behinds right out to the center of the living room and paddle their fannies with a wooden spoon until they couldn't sit down for a week!”

Danny assumed his mom was exaggerating about what his aunt would do to his cousins’ asses. He knew they got spanked, but he doubted that his aunt would spank the girls in front of her husband or son in the living room until they couldn’t sit down.

Later that evening, Darlene’s House – Preparing to go to Funpuckers.

“Mom, are we going to get Pizza at Shakeys?” Patty asked as she walked into her living room where the rest of the family were watching Family Feud with Richard Dawson. He had just got a kiss from a female contestant and asked if he could see “Toothbrush” on the board or the Wilson Family could steal.

“Ooh, Shakeys!” Darlene was busy painting her nails at the table and barely paying attention to the television. She wore painted on tight fitting jeans that showed off her amazing ass, and a low cut pink blouse that showed off her amazing tits. “Honey, can we go to Shakeys?”

The Swanson family rarely went out for dinner but the price didn’t break the bank and they served ice cold beer in glass pitchers along with pizza. The family sat at long communal wooden picnic tables and watched live rag-time piano or the Pizza chefs toss the dough. It was good old-fashioned family fun time in the 1970s.

Jeff Swanson didn’t look up from the television. He knew the host of the game show from his role on Hogan’s Heroes and loved his cocky attitude and British accent. “Your sister is going to drive, Honey. How are we all gonna fit in her car?”

“Are you not going with us, darling? You and Fred can sit and drink beer and shoot pool all night while us girls go roller skating! We’ll find a way to squeeze into the car. Katie has that big new Lincoln Continental and it’s like sitting on a leather couch.”

“There just won’t be enough room for all of us. We should take two cars,” he suggested. “I bet Fred wishes he hadn’t bought that big gas-guzzler now that Carter’s gas prices are out of control. Leaded gas was 62 cents at Mobil. I never thought I’d see the day when gas prices were over fifty cents! This country is going to collapse if we don’t elect a Republican.”

Darlene didn’t care about or follow politics. She just wanted to have a nice night out. “We can make anything fit, if you try hard enough. Where there is a will, there is a way.”

“The Lincoln seats six. Three in front and that’s if someone sits in the middle. Three in the back. Unless someone rides in the trunk, that’s you and your sister, me and Fred, Heather, Patty Cakes, and Kenny. Now, where are Danny, Jenny and Tish gonna sit?”

“Tish is a little bitty thing, and the girls can sit on the boy’s laps in the back.”

Lap sitting was pretty common back then when the car was crowded.

My sister’s buffalo butts would crush me!” Kenny smacked Patty Cakes butt playfully. Her towel hung down just low enough that the bottom part of her damp butt cheek was visible.

“Hey,” she snickered. A quick, playful ass slap didn’t bother her or her mother, but Heather didn’t like it at all. “Just for that, I’ll fart on you when I sit down on you!” she joked.

“Not one of your silent but deadly killer farts,” Kenny loved fart humor and teased his older sisters and mom about their farts regularly. His mom was about to ask him to knock it off and not embarrass her in front of her sister when he stood up and charged after Patty.

She turned to flee even though she had the kind of body that Lionel Richie sang about in the song Brick House and could have knocked him to his knees. “Ah, no!!” she smiled as she held the towel to her chest and turned to run toward the bedroom she shared with her older sister.

“Gotcha!!” her little brother smiled wickedly as he yanked the back of her towel and with a second quick pull he had it completely off of her, leaving her naked.

“Ah!! Give that back, right now!! Kenny!” She turned on her heel and started to chase him while using one hand to cover her hairy pussy. Water that was still warm from the shower wicked down her body as she chased him around the living room.

“Come and get it, Patty Cakes!!” He teased “Nanny-nanny boobie! You can’t catch me,” he teased as he dashed nimbly through the couches.

“I am gonna get you!!” Patty giggled as she charged after him. She laughed when she was embarrassed, and this was hardly the first time the family had seen Patty without clothes.

“Gotta be faster than that, Patty Cakes,” Kenny teased her and whipped the towel at her big butt while he dashed behind her.

“Hey, don’t pop my butt with my own towel, you meanie butt,” Patty spun on her heels and dashed toward Kenny. Her big tits bounced with every step she took.

Kenny hid behind his mom, spun the towel a few times and popped again while aiming for her boobs.

“Patty Swanson, if you go charging around this house like a bull in a china shop and knock over something, I am gonna make your butt so black and blue that you’ll never be able to sit down at Shakeys.”

Patty obeyed immediately because obedience had been drilled into her since she was little. She skidded to a dead halt on the woven rug and her fat tits swung upward and hit her in the eyes as her momentum drove her to bend forward.

“Hah, your big old boobies swung up and gave you two black eyes, Patty Cake!” Kenny teased and asked “Why are you hitting yourself?”

Jeff and Heather observed the spectacle from the couches around their sunken living room where the television was located.

Patty’s face burned pink. Her face still stung a little from the slap she gave herself, She dropped her hands over her crotch to cover her hairy bush. “Sorry, Mama! What was I supposed to do when he swiped my towel again. Just bend over and let Kenny pop my behind with it to his hearts content?”

Kenny boldly snapped the towel again and Penny was too slow to block it from stinging one of her tits. “Quit!” she groaned uncomfortably.

“Let me see your boobie,” Darlene lovingly reached out and Patty obediently moved closer and let her exam it. “Turn around?” Darlene instructed next.

Patty obeyed despite her humiliated expression, while her older sister and Kenny chuckled. Even her father found it amusing enough to stop watching Family Feud.

“Nope, no marks, no foul. It’s just a damp towel, honey. You’ll live,” Darlene said sweetly with her sweet southern accent. It might have sounded patronizing but Darlene always spoke in that sweet, sassy manner.

"Mama, he took my towel and started snapping it right at my front! Am I just supposed to turn around and let him swat my butt instead?"

“It’s not the first time your little brother snagged your towel, sweetie, is it?”

“No, Mom,” Patty frowned.

“Why is that such a big deal?” Darlene asked. She had raised her daughters to go skinny dipping in creeks, and not have any need for modesty, which is why earlier Patty had thought nothing of showing her boobs to the neighbor.

“Kenny was teasing me and swatting my butt,” she pouted.

“You were laughing when you the two of you were carrying on with your horse and now you are acting like Kenny twisted your arm out of the socket,” Darlene didn’t buy the broken wing victim approach. “You got two options, sweetness. You can dry off and get dressed before you walk into the living room,” Darlene held up a finger and then held up a second finger to deliver the second option. “If you pick up a snake it’s gonna bite you and if you walk in here in just a towel, Kenny is probably gonna try to take it and pop you with it. My living room isn’t the World Wide Wrestling Federation or a playground. If he pops you on the butt, it’s not gonna hurt nothing, dear.”

Kenny wasn’t shocked that his mother took his side and neither were his sisters. She doted on him and her nephew Danny and thought they hung the moon.

Darlene had been raised in the old-fashioned country traditions that men’s ambitions could range infinitely to the stars and that they were entitled to relax and enjoy their free-time because they were the bread winners and shouldered most of the responsibility.

She believed in all her heart, that she was going her part raising her daughters and son in that same tradition. Darlene believed the only ambition that a woman should have is to lure a good man to marry her. Once married, her ambition should be to raise good daughters and sons so they could continue that cycle.

She didn’t love her daughters any less, she just held them to a different standard.

"She's right, Patty," Jeff agreed as he took a drag of his Marlboro "You ran right at him with your big old floppy tits flying everywhere. Hell, I’d have popped you too."

“Sorry, Daddy!”

“Alright, dear. Go get your skates and put on something nice to skate in tonight. We’ll go to Shakey’s if your daddy will give us a little money.”

“Yay, Shakeys !!” Patty bounced up and down, causing her ass cheeks to clap together and her tits to bounce as she did before turning to go back to her room and get dressed. Jessie followed her and popped her butt with the towel.

She giggled and put her hands over her butt cheeks, and picked up her pace down the hallway while he snapped her repeatedly. Each time he snapped her big butt, her laughter became louder and more bubbly.

“Mom, what would happen if me or Patty Cakes ever stole our brother’s towel, and snapped his pecker with it.”

“Same thing that would happen if you tried it with your daddy,” Darlene assured her. Heather would never have dared to even consider snapping her father with a towel.

“Just because a boy can pee standing up, doesn’t mean you can, Heather. “I honestly don’t know what’s gotten into you girls all of a sudden. We raised you both to understand that girls are held to a different standard and boys will be boys. They pull pig tails and slap butts, It’s just natural for them. Have you ever seen a girl do those things?”

Heather hadn’t.

“It’s too much Phil Donahue and Jane Fonda on the boob tube,” her father lamented. “Next thing you know, Heather will ask why she can’t drive a tractor and run a construction site,” he laughed because the notion of a woman doing either of those in 1978 was science fiction at best. “Now, go get a bar of soap and wash your mouth out with it for saying pecker.”

Heather hadn’t even realized she had cussed until her father called her out. She apologized profusely as she dashed into the kitchen to fetch a bar of soap.

“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have done it,” her father observed.

“Some parents don’t love their daughters enough to keep filth out of their mouth,” Darlene added before saying ““It looks like some one was hungry for soap before we get our Pizza! This’ll be a good attitude adjustment for you that so you don't' embarrass me in front of my sister and your Uncle Fred.”

“I know, Mom,” Heather agreed politely as she returned with the bar and stood before her parents.

“You would never expect your father to stand up with a bar of soap in his mouth for cussing, would you?” Darlene asked rhetorically and continued before her daughter could respond. “The rules and expectations aren’t the same for everyone. We don't' make your brother wear panties and pierce his ears, either.”

“We love you too much to spoil you, Sweetheart,” Jeff told her. “Now, push that bar of soap until it just about touches your tonsils and stay that way for 15 minutes with your wrists crossed behind your back, eyes open and straight ahead, not on the television. You can avoid the taste of soap If you learn to drop the sailor talk.”

Heather nodded her understanding and a small tear formed in the corner of her eye as the acrid taste ran down her throat and she felt like gagging on the soap.

“Trust me, you’ll want to make sure you raise your own daughters this way because the alternative is to let them be trash talking sluts, dear.” Her mother explained.

Heather once again nodded. She had been raised to understand these things and accept them but had recently begun to believe there was a double standard.

[EddieDavidson]

how do I link to the post in chapter one to make a table of contents?

How do I change that link so that text says "chapter one" instead of a big long URL

[alberic]

how do I link to the post in chapter one to make a table of contents?

The Chapter One title is a link to that post. Just copy it and paste it to the first post (or insert it as a url with the chain icon button.

[alberic]

I could do without the huge floppy tits, but other than that I am intrigued. Thanks for writing it.

[EddieDavidson]

The kind of titties that I am describing are not fake. The way you might be thinking of floppy, you might be thinking of pancake titties and these are far from it.. it would be great if I could post a picture because if you sound them I think you would probably enjoy them.

[EddieDavidson]

Katie Hogan was proud to sit behind the wheel of her shiny, white 1977 Lincoln Continental. The car was less of an automobile and more of a tank on wheels.

The '77 Lincoln might have been one of the largest, heaviest mass-production passenger cars ever built in Detroit. Shiny red faux-leather seats in front and back with extra legroom could seat three people in the front and back.

The V8 engine had power, and it sucked gas through a straw. Katie usually got crap for it from her husband because of the high price of gas, but tonight he was admiring how clean it was from the passenger side in the front seat.

“You girls really polished this car to a fine sheen,” he praised his daughters. “You might be able to set up a local car wash to raise some money for your trip!”

“Do you really think so?” Katie asked.

“Thanks, Daddy!” Tish’s effervescent smile was evident in her bright voice as she swooned over the praise he offered.

“I still think Danny should have had to get off his ass and help.” His older sister poked him in the ribs in the back seat.

“Dad!” he poked her right back.

“I want you all to be on your best behavior tonight around my sister! Don’t embarrass me,” she warned them. Darlene and Katie could be competitive on a friendly level, and they often compared who had the best husband, sons, or daughters in a friendly chat over some wine while gossiping with one another about the goings-on in their small town of who slept with whom.

Darlene and her family were ready when Katie pulled in. Darlene was impressed with the size of the car. “Wow, this is really a luxury car! We’ll have ourselves a great time driving to Miss Georgia Peach in this bad boy!”

She tapped the roof as Heather, Patty, and Kenny examined the shiny hubcaps and the way the light from the streetlamp overhead reflected on the shiny Lincoln symbol attached to the front of the hood.

“Is Jeff not coming?” Fred asked as he made room for his sister-in-law to take the passenger seat and slid next to his wife. It was cozy, but not too cramped.

“Nah, he’s watching Love Boat and drinking beer like a wet blanket,” Darlene frowned. She was wearing a low-cut top, denim miniskirt, and high heels. “It’s probably for the best. It looks like it’s gonna be asses to elbows in the backseat!”

“I am not complaining. I get to sit between two hot women.” Fred put his arms around their shoulders and luxuriated. Darlene was a terrible flirt, and she didn’t mind in the least.

“How are we supposed to fit, Mom?” Patty asked as they tried to figure out how they’d all cram in the back together.

“You can make anything fit if you have the lube and the patience, Patty Cakes.” Darlene’s raunchy joke didn’t go over her daughter’s head this time.

She giggled and blushed.

“You’ll just have to sit on some laps. I am sure the boys won’t mind!”

“Can I sit on your lap, Daddy?” Tish volunteered immediately.

Fred couldn’t deny his youngest when she was doting on him. “You’d have to climb over your Aunt Darlene.”

Tish launched herself over the seat. She was wearing a simple yellow tank top and tight little green shorts that rode up her ass crack. She gave everyone a good look at her shapely little bubble butt in those shorts as she squirmed and wiggled her butt over the seat.

Jenny wasn’t giving up her window seat. She didn’t even offer. “Don’t make one of your cousins sit on Danny’s lap,” her mother said firmly.

Jenny’s answer was stone cold silence and to stubbornly remain seated.

Darlene held her tongue and didn’t respond. Jenny was her sister’s daughter and she didn’t want to create drama on a fun night like tonight. She and her sister were raised to believe that daughters must obey their elders and that there was a hierarchy in the family.

Darlene assumed that Fred ran his household very differently than her own husband did.

The truth of the matter was that Katie spoiled her girls and resented being raised to believe that women were relegated to house work, and obedience while young men in the family had more freedom than she ever had.

“Guys at school would kill to have me on their laps.” Heather told her little brother how lucky he was to have her on his lap. Her cute ass in the denim skirt she was wearing brushed his nose as she climbed over him to get to her little brother’s lap.

Kenny was grinning ear to ear. He was wearing a yellow t-shirt with a decal that read “Stick it and Lick it” over a pair of exaggerated women’s lips and tongue. He tapped his denim Levi’s and jokingly told her, “We can talk about whatever pops out!”

“Gag me.” Heather rolled her eyes at her brother while sitting down on his lap.

“Yeah, it would gag you!” Kenny teased her. That kind of back and forth was so normal between them that nobody really noticed it.

“Keep your hands on my hips, not on my boobs, either,” Heather warned.

“Um,” Patty delicately got Danny’s attention and blushed. “Maybe you should sit on MY lap,” she offered sweetly. She was a big girl, but not fat by any stretch of the imagination.

Danny didn’t want to seem like a wuss sitting on a girl’s lap, so he insisted that it would be alright to sit on his lap.

“If you are really sure.” Patty delicately got into the car on the passenger side and in the process managed to press her big butt right into his face without realizing it. She couldn’t feel him breathing through her short leopard-print miniskirt.

“Don’t fart in Danny’s teeth!” Kenny smacked his sister’s butt hard enough to make it jiggle before she could have a seat. She didn’t react to it at all.

“Is this okay?” Patty asked with genuine concern that she was crushing Danny’s body under her weight.

Danny could feel his boner stirring to life already. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be turned on by his cousin, but his body didn't care. He couldn’t figure out where to put his hands, either. Her titties seemed to be everywhere.

“Yeah, it’s all good,” Danny replied stoically.

In the 1970s, seat belts were optional in cars, and none of them buckled up.

Fred turned on the radio and Andy Gibb’s “Shadow Dancing” started playing out of the FM radio.

“Damn, Aunt Katie! You’ve got an FM radio AND an 8-track tape player? This thing is space age.” Kenny sat back in his seat and placed his hands under his sister’s boobs while jiggling his thighs to make her uncomfortable.

She quietly moved his hands away from her tits.

Tish started singing along to Andy Gibb, and soon a few others did as well. “Do it right, taking me through the night, shadow dancing, baby you do it right.”

Danny and Kenny wanted some rock, but the rest of the family seemed happy with what was playing.

“I heard you were doing some shadow dancing with your Oscar Mayer wiener,” Kenny blurted out and pantomimed jerking himself off onto his sister’s back while looking right at his cousin Danny.

Danny turned beet red as the others started to snicker.

“Darlene, I told you that in confidence!” Katie frowned as she drove toward the Funpucker’s Family Fun Plaza.

Darlene didn’t offer a defense for why she spilled the beans after Katie told her that she caught Danny jerking off in his room to a poster of Farrah Fawcett.

“There are three ways to get a message across Georgia,” Fred quipped. “Telephone, television, and tell-a-Darlene!”

Fred felt a little left out because Katie hadn’t told him about what happened.

Tish scrunched her nose in disgust and shamed him, and Heather smiled and said, “Are you meeting your girlfriend Rosie Palmer at the Shakey's?”

“Oh, Danny is gonna be shake-shake-shakeying.” Kenny made a playful explosion of imaginary jizz explode on his sister’s face.

“Stop pretending to jerk off on me, Kenny! You probably jerk off more than Danny does.”

“The two of them have a better chance of getting laid crawling up a chicken’s ass and waiting,” Jenny added sarcastically.

“It just gets funnier every time you tell that joke, Sis,” Danny countered. His sister used that joke a lot to put the two of them down.

“You need to find you a pretty little thing that will do that for you,” Darlene smiled. “You know we are all just pulling your chain, right?”

She doted on her nephew. “We like to tease each other and joke around, but we don’t mean nothing about it. I’ve caught all three of mine going to town before. Hell, Heather and Patty Cakes were doing it together in their room the other day.”

Danny’s dick hardened immediately as his imagination went into overdrive picturing his cousins naked and playing with each other.

“When my sisters masturbate each other, they put two in the pink and one in the stink like this.” Kenny goosed his sister with three of his fingers. Heather gasped, rose off his lap, but sat right back down.

“We weren’t playing with ourselves, perv! Stop trying to jam your finger in my pooh-hole!”

“Your what?” Kenny laughed. He wanted his sister to cuss because she had just gotten in trouble for it, and their mom would have no problem taking down Heather’s panties in public and spanking her for it.

“Where the sun doesn’t shine,” Patty added. She wasn’t aware that she was grinding down on Danny’s hard dick when it stiffened.

“We don’t play with ourselves like you two nerds do,” Heather added.

“Do you girls know what they call a woman who doesn’t masturbate?” Darlene looked over her shoulder into the backseat. “A liar.”

Everyone had a good laugh, and after a little while stopped teasing Danny. His dick didn’t stop swelling, and he continued blushing while enjoying Patty’s writhing on his lap. It felt like she was dry humping him.

They hit a pothole in the road, and it caused Patty, Heather, and Tish to rise up and land on the laps of the men underneath them. Fred was feeling a little hot and bothered, and that made him feel guilty for even thinking about his daughter that way.

“You can hold me here so I don’t crush you the next time we hit a pothole,” Patty said quietly as she guided Danny’s hands so he could cup her tits.

“Your boobs are cold,” he whispered in her ear, and it made Patty tingle.

“Yeah, sorry. You don’t have to hold me there.” Patty had forgotten she was wearing a frozen bra that was ice cold because she had finally gotten used to the chilly feeling of frosty titties.

“No, I am just curious, why are they cold? It’s a hot, balmy Georgia summer night, Patty.”

“Shhh, I’ll tell you later,” she quieted him before her sister and brother could overhear the conversation.

Danny’s legs were throbbing, his dick felt like it was going to shoot a load into his jeans, and yet he instantly wished the drive had been longer and bumpier as he climbed out after Heather and Patty got out of his side of the car.

Funpucker’s Fun Plaza featured a truck stop and gas station, a Shakey’s pizza, go-karts, a bowling alley with pool tables and pinball machines, and a roller-skating rink.

“Ooh, Mommy! Can we ride on the go-karts?” Patty bounced up and down and playfully begged to ride them. That was because the vibrations from the kart turned her on like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

“We don’t have the money for that, Sugar. Your daddy is notoriously cheap,” Darlene said as they walked toward the Shakey's to have pizza.

The place was packed with locals enjoying cold beer and hot pizza.

One of them was about Darlene’s age. He wore a cowboy hat and had a John Holmes porno guy style mustache. Outside, he had a black and gold 1977 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am with the screaming chicken emblem on it just like Burt Reynolds in the iconic Smokey and the Bandit.

“Howdy, Darlene!” He boldly reached out with the flat of his hand and gave her a hard slap across the ass cheeks that reverberated and made them jiggle.

Most women would have slapped him or shouted at him. Darlene’s eyes got wide and she blushed, but she didn’t get angry at all. “Hey, Tommy. Nice ride,” she complimented his car.

He was the kind of guy that did donuts in the parking lot to impress girls twenty years his junior.

“You can ride it anytime you want,” he stroked his dark mustache and chewed gum like Burt did in the movie. “As long as I got a mustache, you got a place to sit, Darlene Deeter.”

“It’s Swanson now.” Darlene showed him her wedding ring. “You were at the wedding.”

“I was at Jeff’s bachelor party, too. I don’t think he’d mind letting me take you for a ride one more time,” he flirted with her.

“Disco Duck” started playing out of the jukebox. Kenny began to dance around and ham it up, singing along to it and talking like Donald Duck. The room loved it the first time the song played.

The second time in a row, not so much.

“Kenny Swanson, how many dimes did you put in that jukebox?” Darlene asked him when she got back to the table and poured herself a beer.

“Ten,” he smiled.

“All Disco Duck?” Fred asked, but he already knew the answer. The family left before people realized what Kenny had done. Kenny was grinning ear to ear, and so was Danny.

“Disco sucks!” Danny frowned as they walked into the bowling alley.

A huge crowd of locals were bopping their heads and having fun skating around the rink to “Boogie Oogie Oogie.” The mirrored disco ball lit up the place and gave the whole place a festive atmosphere.

The smell of stale pizza and popcorn wafted from the snack bar; the sounds of the pinball games ping-ponging balls and lighting up could barely be heard over the music.

“It’s an all-skate, all-skate safely! No horseplay!” the cornball disc jockey said over the loudspeaker as a man in a black-striped referee shirt skated in the center of the rink, blowing his whistle and pointing at people for groping or trying to trip people out on the rink, and directed them to get off the rink.

They’d just get right back on and try not to get caught.

The family had a blast skating, while Fred sat at the snack bar and had a beer while he ogled some of the hot young chicks skating around and shaking their tits and asses out on the rink.

“Shake Your Booty” by KC and the Sunshine Band was playing about a half an hour after their arrival. He bumped into Patty and finally had a chance to ask her why her boobs were cold without anyone eavesdropping.

“Oh, that?” Patty shrugged. “My sister told me to wear a frozen bra and panties to the bowling alley.”

Danny had so many questions, but Patty acted like that was perfectly normal.

“Time to slow things down, and get romantic! It’s a couples skate, only couples, please!” The DJ played “Please Don’t Go” by KC and the Sunshine Band after that.

Danny started to automatically head toward the pinball games.

“Do you want to skate with me?” Patty skated around him. “I mean, so we can stay out here?”

Danny looked around, and some couples were holding hands; others used it as an excuse to press their bodies close and slow dance on skates.

A few of the regular skaters even started performing a rock 'n' roll swing together with quick underarm turns, hip-checks, and continuous twirls that looked really impressive.

“You don’t think it’s weird to skate with your cousin?” Danny was flattered and accepted her invitation graciously.

“Not weird. I don’t have a boyfriend and you don’t have a girlfriend, and we want to skate,” Patty explained. He took her hand and they skated together while holding hands.

Patty was incredibly bashful and felt like she had overstepped by asking her cousin to stay out on the rink with her. She was convinced he’d only said yes because he felt sorry for her.

“So, why did your sister tell you to wear a frozen bra?” Danny revisited the question, and once again his cousin shrugged and said she had no idea.

“So, you just do whatever Heather tells you?”

“Pretty much,” Patty nodded.

Danny hadn’t expected that response, and now his questions multiplied. “Was it some kind of dare?” he theorized his cousin’s motivation to do what Heather told her.

“Kind of, but not really, I guess.” Patty hadn’t given it much thought. “It used to be a dare during sleepovers when were little. We’d sneak to the kitchen and dare each other to wear it once it froze, but it’s not really a dare, now.”

“Did you enjoy wearing a frozen bra and panties?”

“Not really. It’s very cold at first, and then when the ice melts my panties get damp and sticky.”

“Why do you do what she tells you if you don’t like it?”

Patty had no answer. The question was like why do you obey the law or your parents to her. “Heather is my older sister. I trust her to know what’s best, and she’s in charge when my parents aren’t home.”

“Does Kenny do what Heather tells him?”

“Heck no,” she scoffed at the very notion. “He rarely does what mom and dad tells him.”

She didn’t seem annoyed by the double standard the way his sisters would be when he gets to do something that they don’t.

“Why not? You are older than him,” he reminded her.

“I am just a girl, Kenny is a guy. He can do what he wants to do.” She shrugged without articulating any of her internal logic and made it sound like a simple biological fact of nature.

“If Kenny told you to wear a frozen bra and panties, would you?”

“I guess so,” she shrugged as they skated past a young couple making out on the rink while the lights were down low. “He’d never tell me to do that, though.”

“What would he tell you to do?” Danny was genuinely curious. He’d been over at his cousin’s house many times. He knew that Patty was shy and thought she was chubby when she wasn’t. Danny was skeptical that Patty was telling him the truth and assumed she might be fibbing to see if he’d believe it.

“He might tell me to take my gum out and put it on my nose,” she said as she chewed some Wrigley’s spearmint.

“Why? He chews gum. Is it some kind of punishment?”

“I don’t know. He’ll just tell me to do that, or something weird,” Patty said skeptically.

“If I asked you to do something, would you do it?” Danny squeezed her hand tighter. He felt a little guilty that he was growing increasingly attracted to his cousin, but he assumed she didn’t like him in a sexual way.

“Ask me or tell me?”

He was surprised by her question and answered, “Tell.”

“Yeah, probably, unless it’s for sex,” she answered him with such a deadpan expression on her face that he almost laughed at the absurdity of that being an option.

“Dance slow with me, like them.” Danny took a chance and nervously glanced at his cousin. He expected her to tell him that was too far.

“Sure, I don’t know why you’d want to dance with me.” She awkwardly put her arms around him, and he placed his hands on her hips while they swayed to the song.

“You are pretty,” he assured her.

“Now, I know you are lying,” she snickered. “I am as plain as Miss Jane on Beverly Hillbillies, and as chubby as a checker. If you are doing this to make me feel silly, it’s working.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Kenny always tells me to do something to make me feel silly,” she admitted.

The song ended, and Danny wasn’t sure how to process what happened. He excused himself to take a pee break and noticed a hot brunette named Nikki Chambers by the pinball machine looking him up and down and flirting with her eyes.

Her dark feathered hair was parted in the middle, and she wore a denim half-vest with fringes and rhinestones over a half-top that barely covered her tits. She wore short-shorts like a lot of girls at the rink, and she looked cheap and sexy.

Danny assumed it was wishful thinking because a girl like Nikki liked guys who drove Mustangs and had mustaches, not dorks like him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his Aunt Darlene eating popcorn and watching the skaters go in circles. An older guy skating past her slapped her hard on her bottom and kept going.

“Hey! You almost made me spill my popcorn, asshole.” Her voice trailed off. “Howdy, Danny! Having fun?”

“Yeah. That’s the second time someone smacked your butt tonight.”

“I’ve had a few more than two, but you get used to it when you have a big, fat butt like mine.” She shook her ass cheeks, and a janitor smacked her ass as he passed by.

“Leroy, that’s not nice,” she smiled, and her eyes lit up with amusement as he ignored her and kept walking.

“Why do you let people get away with that?”

“If I saw an ass like mine, I’d probably be tempted to smack it as well,” she shrugged sweetly. “There is no point in getting mad about it. It wouldn’t stop it from happening.”

“My mom has a big butt, and she’d probably knock someone’s block off if they smacked her butt.”

“Katie doesn’t have all this.” Darlene proudly clapped her butt cheeks by shaking her thighs, and sure enough, someone skating by gave her a quick pinch and kept right on rolling. “When I was younger, I was third-place runner-up in Miss Georgia Peaches, which is a pretty big deal in a little town like Cumming.”

Danny nodded for her to continue with her tale.

“Your mom never told you about the kissing booth?”

“No.”

“To raise money for my entry, I got talked into working at the kissing booth at the county fair. It was going as you might expect, and one fella asked if it was a kissing boob because my tits were so big. One thing led to another, and I took my top off, put whipped cream on my tits, and charged two dollars to kiss it off.”

The Cumming Fair in the 1970s was notoriously raunchy and known for dunking booths with hot girls in bikinis that slid off, and flashing tits. Danny had never been in the beer tent at the front, where most of the raunchiest stuff happened, but he had heard about there being a kissing booth.

“The following year, my boyfriend at the time talked me into being in a spanking booth. I laid on my stomach, and fellas could pay a buck a kiss, two for whipped cream on my boobies, or five to spank me. I didn’t think anyone would pay that much to spank me, so being young and dumb, I agreed to let anyone with five bucks hike my skirt up and spank me over the panties.”

Danny was skeptical but turned on trying to imagine his aunt squirming around on a table while people lined up to spank her bottom.

“I had worked the dunking tank before, so I knew how to taunt guys and dared them to make me holler their names. I had enough padding that I thought it would be no big deal. I made a mess load of money and went home with a purple and orange ass that didn’t stop throbbing for a week.”

Danny was shocked and wanted to hear more.

“That’s pretty much the story. I did that for the next couple of years, and people around here started to know me as the spanking girl. They’d just take liberties smacking my bottom, and I got used to it. I don’t mind a slap on the ass if it’s quick.”

Danny’s dick got hard in his jeans, and Darlene could tell her nephew was getting flustered.

“I don’t really like when someone walks past and yanks on my titties or twists them, or gooses me.”

“What’s goosing?”

“Don’t fellas your age goose girls anymore?”

“I never heard of it.”

Darlene shook her head with disappointment. “You might call it something else. There are a few different methods, but typically a guy will make sort of a claw with his fingers and then reach under your jeans and give you a surprise squeeze.”

“So, they grope you?”

“You could say that. They don’t linger. It’s a quick shock.”

“That doesn’t get you angry or embarrass you?”

“No point in getting mad. What is done is done. I learned a long time ago that a little humiliation never hurt anyone. I don’t try to act fancy and prissy like some women. I just kind of lean into it and smile right back at them.”

As if on cue, Kenny nearly crashed into his mother as he skated rapidly toward her. He reached out his hand, lifted it up under her crotch, and goosed her. The surprise sent her popcorn flying all over the cheap roller rink carpet.

“Ah! Kenny! You spilled my damn popcorn,” she frowned as she recovered. “That’s a goose,” she explained to her nephew.

“You don’t know how to goose a girl?” Kenny asked.

“No. I would imagine most girls would slap the snot out of me for doing that, or their boyfriends would kick my ass,” he said.

“See that pretty girl playing pinball?” Kenny pointed out Nikki Chambers. She smiled invitingly at Danny. He’d only spoken to her once, and she had a sultry, smoky voice that was made sexy from all the cigarettes she smoked.

“No, don’t goose her, man!”

It was too late. Kenny was already halfway across the locker area and ran straight into Nikki with one hand on her tight-fitting shorts and the other cupping one of her sweet, perky tits.

“You ass,” Nikki scowled.

“Sorry, I am just learning,” Kenny apologized with a total lack of sincerity and skated back to his mother and Danny. “See?”

“That’s not very nice,” Danny said.

“Girls like Nikki don’t like nice,” Darlene shrugged. “That’s me twenty years ago. She’ll suck a dick for a twenty, or a carton of cigarettes and a six-pack of Old Milwaukee. That’s not the first time she’s been goosed, and it won’t be the last. It actually helps girls like her.”

“How so?” Danny asked.

“It teaches them their pussies aren’t sacred little holes that they can trade for cash, and that if a man wants to goose ‘em, they’ll goose ‘em. Your mom keeps your sisters from the real world, and when they realize how the world works in a man’s world, they won’t be ready for it.”

On the way home, Darlene insisted that Heather trade laps with Patty Cakes. Heather was one of the hottest girls around, but Danny felt a little disappointed.

Heather wasn't thrilled about it, either.

“Hands off the tits, and don’t get a boner,” she warned. She wasn’t entirely serious, because Danny’s hands drifted to cup her breasts, and she simply moved his hands back down to his lap without a complaint. She definitely knew he was rock hard, and when they hit that same pothole they hit on the way into Funpucker’s parking lot, she flew off his lap and landed back down hard on his cock, wedging his dick between her thighs through their clothes.

After they dropped the Swanson family off at their house, Katie asked the others if they had fun. After they unanimously agreed, she asked Danny if he minded having the Swanson sisters on his lap.

“Of course he didn’t. He’s a little perv,” his older sister teased him.

“I really didn’t mind, and I am not a perv,” he replied.

“All guys are pervs. It’s what keeps the world interesting, dear.”





Chapter three is a hard right into Girls without modesty (Hopefully) but trying to remain plausible.

[EddieDavidson]

It was another hot summer day in small-town Georgia with nothing to do and all day to do it. Danny and his cousin Kenny were hanging out in Kenny’s room listening to Thin Lizzy on his 45 RPM record player.

“I first produced my pistol!” Kenny held up a cap gun and dashed around his spacious bedroom like a swashbuckler. “And then produced my rapier!”

The red-headed mischief-maker pretended his invisible cock was the size of a sword. “I said, 'Stand o'er and deliver, or the Devil, he may fuck ya!'”

They laughed and theorized about what the lyric “Musha-ring, dumb-a-do, dumb-a-da, whack for my daddy-o” might actually mean before settling on it meaning jerking off for your dad.

“Sick.” Danny laughed. He hadn’t stopped thinking about the roller-skating rink. “I can’t believe you goosed your mom.”

“Wanna see something even cooler?” Kenny held up his toy six-gun and offered Danny a cowboy hat and a holster.

“We are a little old to play cowboy and Indian, aren’t we?”

“Cowboys and Injuns.” Kenny dressed himself up as a bandit with a black hat and dug through his crap to find his other six-gun.

A lot of good stories began with the words “Trust me, this is going to be fun,” and ended with “So, that’s how I lost my thumb.”

Kenny tied a red bandana around his cousin’s face and tied one around his own face like a pair of outlaws. “What are we doing?” Danny asked.

“Just follow my lead. Here is your lasso.” Kenny handed him a long length of coarse, weathered jute rope that already had knots tied in it before leading Danny down the hallway to the living room.

His mom Darlene sat at the table drinking some cheap table wine with her sister Katie. Darlene wasn’t wearing much other than a short tank top that barely covered her huge boobs and tight-fitting jeans due to the Georgia heat.

Katie wore a simple black sundress with a flower pattern that complemented her feathered blonde hair.

“STICK ‘EM UP! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!” Kenny announced and surprised the two women, who were laughing and gossiping around the table.

Danny rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe that he was doing something so childish, but he backed him up and held the harmless cap gun on his mother and aunt.

“Oh no, whatever shall we do?” Darlene indulged her son by lifting her hands up slightly from the table and responding in a Scarlett O’Hara damsel-in-distress voice. She looked expectantly at Katie.

“Oh, c’mon. Is he still doing this?” Katie scoffed, clearly unimpressed.

“Stand and deliver, Injun squaw!”

“I’ll put my hands up, but I am not going to stand, Kenny.” Danny’s mom was clearly unafraid and not really into playing the game. She showed him the palms of her hands but didn’t raise them up.

“Kenny? There ain’t no Kenny here, Injun! I am Clint Licker, and this here is my sidekick, Woody Pecker,” he said while training the cap gun on them. It was completely harmless, and they all knew it. “All white men must look alike to you, don’t they, Dusty Bush?”

“Dusty Bush?” Katie laughed a little at the Indian outlaw name Kenny gave her. “Okay, ya got me on that one. It is a little dusty.”

“Well, get out of those white-woman clothes that you must have stolen from some respectable woman, and I’ll tie you up with the notorious Spread Beaver.”

“I was Wet Beaver last time.” His mother laughed at his antics while barely holding her palms toward the guys. She took a sip of her wine, clearly not scared in the least.

“No, Patty is Wet Beaver, and Heather is Fishy Beaver. You are their Injun Ma, Spread Beaver! No more wine! Stand up and drop your weapons!”

“Oh, that’s right,” his mom chuckled, but didn’t stand or even think about it. She kept her hands partially up. “I’ll drop my weapons, but let me visit with my sister. We’re talking about the girls' trip. We want you guys to come along. You can fit in the car, and we need two strong men to be security.”

“Plus, we are going to stop at the beach and get the girls a tan before the contest,” Katie added.

“One warning shot is all you get! Drop the weapons!”

“Fine, but if I do this, will you two go find something else to do?” Darlene lifted her shirt up and let her massive melons fall out and jiggle back into place. Danny’s mind was blown. “There, Sheriff. That’s all my weapons. You can’t confiscate ‘em, but you can lick ‘em!”

Danny’s eyes were fixated on his aunt’s massive jugs and the stiffness of her nipples. He studied every bump on the nubs and tried to banish all the dirty thoughts that were overwhelming him. He failed spectacularly at that.

“Raise ‘em up, Dusty!”

His mom remained slightly amused and lifted the bottoms of her tits by cupping them and raising them out from her body. Danny thought that it looked like she was offering her nipples to him.

“I am not gonna show you my tits, Kenny,” Katie assured him. Danny was surprised that his mother knew what this game was and hadn’t started throwing things at the two of them for their sheer audacity.

Kenny liked to play pranks, but this was far and away more than a smacked butt or programming the jukebox to play the world’s most annoying song on repeat before leaving a restaurant.

“I did my time as an Injun squaw when I was your age,” Katie said before adding that she didn’t want her daughters coming home and seeing them tied up. “They don’t play tie-up games like this.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll blindfold them so they don’t see a thing.” Kenny had another red bandana, and he slipped it over his aunt’s face before she could react.

“Oh!” Katie held her hands up in a panic, but she didn’t resist or try to take it off once it was tied around her head.

“Do the other one.” Kenny passed his cousin a bandana and pointed at his mom. She seemed reluctant but willing to let him do it.

“Go ahead. He’s not going to go away until we do it,” Darlene admitted with a look of acceptance on her face. Danny had never blindfolded anyone before, and he did it very gingerly.

“You have to do it tighter than that, honey. It’s gonna fall off,” she said as she reached behind her head and tried to offer help.

“Stick those weapons up in the air!”

“This high?” Darlene lifted her boobs and held them out.

“You too, Dusty Beaver! Dress off, fold it, and put it over the chair.”

“It’s been a while since anyone told me to do that,” Katie mused, but refused to stand up and play the game. “I will let you tie me up and blindfold me, but I am keeping my clothes, and no gags. I want to keep talking with your mom.”

“Injun savages like you don’t need modesty! Clothes off, weapons up!” he repeated.

“I would take my top off like Darlene, but I have a full-length sundress. My tits aren’t anything special.”

“Then you should have no reason to hide them away. Now uppy-uppy,” he patted the table. “Spread Beaver, stand up, jeans off.”

“Danny is going to think we are nuts.” Darlene stood up and adjusted her blindfold because she could see perfectly and it wasn’t tight enough. “You don’t play cowboys with your mom and sister, do ya?”

“I didn’t teach it to him,” Katie admitted while remaining seated.

“Well, I guess there is no time like the present.” Darlene stood up and asked if she could put down her weapons so she could take her jeans off.

Katie looked disappointed, but not surprised.

“Nope. Can trust you as far as I can throw you, and you are too fat to throw,” he joked playfully.

“Hey now,” she warned. “I could try to make a break for it.”

“The last time you did, I tied you to the tree in the backyard,” Kenny reminded her before encouraging Danny to unsnap her jeans and roll them down her thick, delicious, well-tanned thighs.

She didn’t resist. In fact, she bent over so that it would be easier to get them off and kicked off her shoes.

Danny was enamored with his aunt’s white panties wedged into her butt crack. Darlene’s massive butt cheeks were presented to him.

“Come on, Katie. If I can do it, you can do it,” Darlene urged.

“If you are blindfolded, how can you tell I am not stripping?” she asked.

“For one, I’d hear the sound of clothes being removed, and for two, the blindfold is doing nothing. Can I take it off?” she asked.

“Here, hold the gun on your mom.” Kenny handed him the cap gun and took over removing the jeans and retying the blindfold much tighter.

“Hell, now you are cutting off my circulation,” Darlene complained while Kenny removed her jeans quickly.

“Please don’t tell your dad or sisters that I did this,” Katie asked her son quite seriously. She didn’t wait for an answer before standing up and pulling the dress over her head. “This is just at your aunt’s house. I am not playing this game at home, either.”

She reached behind her back but had a hard time unsnapping her bra. “Can you get it, please? What’s your cowboy name?”

Danny was shocked, excited, and curious about what was actually happening. The mild-mannered, strait-laced, conservative mom he knew his entire life just casually asked him to unsnap her bra.

He fumbled with it and asked Kenny to remind them both.

“You are my deputy and sidekick. Your name is Woody Pecker. You are in training, and we’ve been tracking these two Injuns for days.”

Danny nodded and pulled the bra strap, which compressed his mom’s tits. They looked big, until she stood next to her younger sister.

“Woody hasn’t ever taken a woman’s bra off,” Kenny assured his aunt and offered to switch Indians again.

“I got it,” Danny said as he finished unsnapping it and let the elastic go, causing it to fly onto the table. “I don’t like that name. Can I have a better one?”

Kenny could have dismissed it. He hadn’t played this particular game with another male involved. “What do you want to be?” he asked Danny.

“How about we are brothers?” Danny said as he admired his mother’s boobs from behind. She held them both up while cupping them.

“Yeah, I am Clint Licker. So, you can be Dick Licker!” Kenny laughed as he slowly pulled Darlene’s panties to her ankles. Danny watched as she kicked them off her ankle and cooperated fully.

“No way, dude!”

“Fine, how about Pussy Licker?”

“Yeah, that works!”

“Great! Take your mom’s panties all the way off, Pussy!”

Danny realized that he had been outsmarted by Kenny when he agreed to the name.

“Panties stay on! No pussy licking!” Katie insisted.

“What did you say?” Kenny asked politely as he crossed to where his aunt was standing. She had her fingers on the sides of her panties.

“I said that panties—”

“STAY OFF,” Kenny shouted with a grin. He pulled her lacey, full-size panties into a deep wedgie between Katie’s ass crack, and she yelped. Then he pulled upward.

“Oh my God, don’t ruin my good panties, Kenny!”

“What’s my name?” Kenny asked in a quiet but intimidating way like Clint Eastwood in an Italian Western. He yanked the panties into the wedge of her pussy and pulled upward.

“Um, uh, Clint Licker. Okay, okay, panties off, panties off, jeez!”

“Why are you so damned resistant?” Kenny yanked her panties to her knees. “You are a girl. You don’t need any modesty.”

“I haven’t been a girl in a long time, Clint.” Katie surprisingly stopped resisting and even shook her leg to help Kenny get the panties off, leaving her naked in two-inch heels.

“Today, you are an Injun outlaw and a girl.” Kenny smacked her butt with enough torque in his wrist to make it sting with one swat.

“Ouch, damn! Take it easy,” his aunt warned.

“Nope. Girls' butts were made for what?” Kenny asked as he made her kick off her shoes and started to tie her up with the rope Danny thought was meant to be used as a lasso. It was scratchy and expanded when exposed to a woman’s sweat, and when it dried, it shrank very tightly. He popped his aunt on the butt a second time when she hesitated.

“I don’t teach my girls that they don’t need modesty” she scowled. Danny was confused. He’d never heard that phrase before but it looked to him like Darlene and Kenny knew exactly what it meant.

“I didn’t ask what Bunny Bush and Naughty Bush know or don’t know. It’s obvious they are stuck up brats who think their tits and slits have to be hidden and being naked isn’t fun for girls. I asked you a question, and last I checked, you were the one being tied up, and I am the one doing the tying, so I am the one asking the questions.” He smacked Katie’s butt hard enough to make her gasp. Danny thought she’d slap Kenny back but she stood there indignantly and let him tie a knot around her waist.

“Go on and tie, Spread Beaver up!” Kenny tossed some rope to Danny. He was befuddled by what was happening and why his mom had gone along with it.

“You guys can tie me up, but my husband and daughters don’t know about this game. I’d like to keep it that way.” Katie was secretly getting excited and aroused even though she looked reluctant and annoyed.

Kenny didn’t care what she thought now that he had his aunt tied up. His knot-tying ability was precise and impressive. She noted how he left a little play in the line so that she’d be tempted to try to struggle, which would only make it harder to get out.

“One more chance, Dusty, and the weights come out. What is the purpose of your ass?”

She sighed and gritted her teeth. This had been drilled into Katie’s head along with her sisters when she was growing up. “Pooping, paddling, perching, and pregnancy prevention.”

“That’s cute.” Kenny acknowledged what she said and pinched her ass cheek and caused her to cry out. “You forgot pinching! Your answer sounds cool, but that ain’t right.”

Katie was confused. She’d never played with Kenny before, and it had been years since the last time she was tied up. The four P’s were what she was taught to say back then and it had been ingrained in her.

She had recognized the kidnapping game almost immediately because her brothers used to play it with her and Darlene.

“Our parents taught us the four P’s growing up, dear,” Darlene explained while trying not to laugh at Danny’s pathetic attempts to tie her up. She could have easily shimmied out of them and walked away. “That’s basically what I teach you and your sisters.”

“I figure that perching must be sitting, but pregnancy prevention?” Kenny wrapped rope around Katie’s tits and brought it between her shoulder blades in a tight figure-eight pattern.

“You know how I always say good girls get pregnant and naughty girls know what to do?” Darlene asked rhetorically. It was a phrase that Kenny had heard all his life. “It means if a girl takes it up the ass, you can satisfy a guy long enough to marry him and avoid pregnancy.”

“That explains a lot,” Kenny said as he removed Katie’s hands from her tits and started tying them together.

“You aren’t going to hogtie me, are you?”

“Sure am,” Kenny assured his aunt.

“I am going to be so sore tomorrow, and Fred is going to notice the rope burn. Can’t you just sit me in the chair? I won’t escape.”

“I know you won’t.” Kenny smacked her bottom. “You know why? Because you’ll be tied up. Now stand right here. Don’t move.”

He left Katie obediently standing and took all the rope that Danny had tied around Darlene completely off. Some of it he had to use a box cutter on that he kept nearby. “You really don’t know how to tie any knots, do ya?”

“I was in Boy Scouts years ago. We both were, but I didn’t want to tie my aunt up super tight.”

Darlene wanted to laugh but maintained a smart-aleck smirk instead.

Kenny grabbed her nipple and twisted really hard. She seethed and clenched her teeth but kept holding her tits out. “What’s so amusing, Spread Beaver?”

“Spread Beaver not tied up tight at all,” she admitted in a very poor and inauthentic accent of a Hollywood version of an American Indian. Darlene simply thought it was funny that he wasn’t even close to tying her up tightly.
"So, what are the four uses?" Katie asked after giving it some thought, standing there blindfolded and bound without any clothes.

"Jiggling, Grinding, Shitting, and Spanking when girls are naughty, Aunt Katie," Kenny broke character and reached over and smacked her ass while she scoffed.

"What about sitting?"

"Girls don't need to sit if they can stand," Darlene said it like she firmly believed it.

"Well, I like the four P's better, they are a little classier and easier to remember," Katie stuck her tongue out while holding her hands in front of her. Her nipples became increasingly stiff. "You sit on your fat ass all the time, Darlene."

"Who is this Darlene of which you speak? I am Split Beaver!" Darlene delivered a defiant Wa-wa-wa-wa Hollywood-style Native American cry.

Kenny cranked her nipples while binding her neck to the ropes around her wrists and then running it to her ankles. "Spread Beaver!" he corrected before adding, "The reason girls are so lazy is they are allowed to sit on their asses when they could be doing chores, or grinding and jiggling to get rid of this cottage cheese."

He smacked the bottom of his mom's ass and it jiggled upward.

"What are y'all talking about? I am completely lost," Danny interrupted.

"And well you should be. It's old-fashioned thinking," his mother assured him. "Our parents didn't believe girls could do anything a man can. My mom would always ask me if I could pee standing up and if a fish could fly. I can pee standing up, and I've seen a fish that can fly."

"Where did you see a flying fish?" Darlene grew up in the same household and fully believed all of it was true.

"On Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom with Marlin Perkins. They showed a fish that had wings and could jump out of the water," Katie explained, as if that meant everything she learned growing up was a lie.

Mutual of Omaha was a hugely popular show in 1978 on Sunday nights right before The Wonderful World of Disney. Everyone watched it back then.

"Shit balls," Darlene scoffed. "If anything, you proved that a woman who tries to fly like a man can barely get out of the water!"

"Darlene is a true believer, but I think women have more rights than ever," Katie explained to her son.

"Yep, you could give a dog some rights and that doesn't mean they wouldn't haul ass the moment you took the leash off 'em and run out in the street to get hit by a car. A responsible owner isn't harming the dog when they put them on a leash. The dog likes it. They know they are going for a walk with their favorite human. In the end, it doesn't matter who leads as long as you get there together."

That was another thing their mother used to tell them both.

"Your grandparents were raised Mormon, way out in Utah. They were raised up fearing hell and ashamed of their bodies and sexual urges. They raised me and your mom not to be ashamed of our bodies, and not to be stingy with them. They taught us the value of hard work and that somebody's gotta do it, and there is no shame in scrubbing, cooking, and cleaning for a woman. That's what we were made to do."

Katie still harbored some of those beliefs and hadn't rejected them all. She admired her mother for instilling a work ethic in the girls and a desire to do things for their family without expecting anything in return out of love. "My mom used to say the only pride a woman is allowed is the kind she earns with her own two hands. Vanity is just foolishness, but there's no shame in dishpan hands."

"She also said girls learn when their butts burn and it fades by Sunday, but being spoiled and crabby lasts a lifetime."

"Well, I am far from crabby and Fred never spanks me."

Darlene thought that was strange, but she deeply enjoyed being spanked in the right situations and when it was done well. "You desperately need it, Katie. You are so uptight you could sit on a piece of coal and make a diamond in ten minutes."

Katie laughed and didn't disagree.

"Kenny, will you spank your aunt when you finish with us?" Darlene asked casually, as if she were asking him to check the mail. "How long are we gonna be tied up like this anyway?"

Danny was blown away by how calm his mother and aunt were about it.

"Probably a few hours." Kenny cinched the figure-eight rope harness and tightened it around his mother's huge tits, causing them to twitch. He stuffed a kitchen sponge in his mother's mouth and gagged her with it.

Kenny kept duct tape nearby for this very purpose. As soon as Katie heard him pull off a strip, she balked. "No way, please don't gag me with something gross!"

He applied the duct tape across Darlene's mouth without catching her feathered hair with it, and then stuffed another well-used sponge into his aunt's mouth before applying duct tape while she mumbled and groaned to plead for him to stop.

"Just be glad I didn't grab a bar of soap." He held the same bar of soap his sister Heather had in her mouth the night she was caught saying a vulgarity. Katie immediately simmered down, and the smell of the soap brought back a ton of memories.

"Now, we have to transport you Indian gals to our headquarters." He grabbed a nearby leather strap that was near the dinner table for the same reason as the duct tape and soap and popped their butts while he led them to the backyard.

They both shook their heads back and forth to indicate they didn't want to be walked outside. "Would you grab these injuns by their titties and twist while I hold their ropes, please?" Kenny asked calmly.

"I don't want to hurt them, dude," Danny assured him.

The resistance was a bit of an act on the women's part. Katie's heart melted when she heard her son say that.

"Women's tits were meant for being milked like a cow," he demonstrated by tugging his mother's tits like they were udders. "Babies bite, and it's just getting their attention. Darlene is used to it and I'd imagine Aunt Katie is no stranger to the titty twist." He cranked his aunt's tits and she made a face.

The Georgia sun beat down on their faces, even though neither of the women could see. "Don't worry. We don't have much in the way of fences, but we have a big yard and the neighbors are used to seeing Darlene's big ass. They won't bat an eye if they see you and this hairy bush."

Kenny tugged his aunt's pubes and plucked a few. He heard a satisfying yelp from under the gag, and spit started to dribble out past her chin on the bottom. "Don't ever let a woman shave their hairy pubes. It may look like Cousin Itt from the Addams Family and smell like Aquaman's salty butthole, but plucking a few of these will definitely get their attention."

Kenny demonstrated by pulling and plucking a few pubic hairs from Darlene's black patch of fuzzy pussy hair. Once again, he was treated to a satisfying yelp from his mom.

"Did you just call your mom Darlene?"

Darlene nodded as if the question was directed at her. Kenny explained, "When I tie her up, it's weird calling her mom. So she lets me call her Darlene, or make up a name like Spread Beaver. It's just a game. I am not really being mean to her."

He demonstrated by standing behind her ass and rapid-fire spanking it with both hands like he was using her body to perform a drum roll on a pair of very fat bongos.

He looked up at the sky for any sign of rain clouds. "No rain anytime soon," he said as he guided his mom to the grass carefully so she wouldn't fall. "Pussy, go get the honey jar. It's on the counter," he said.

Danny was annoyed by his so-called nickname, but he fetched the honey. When he came back, his mother and aunt were hogtied together in a circular pattern where each had her head in the other's crotch. They were both still mumbling into their sponge gags and slobbering when Kenny squirted honey on them liberally. "What is it they say on the Mister Microphone commercial?" he joked. "Hey girls, we'll be back to pick you up later."

He left the pair squirming between each other's thighs, coated in honey, and shut the sliding glass door. "Don't want to let the air conditioning out," he laughed.

"Why did you cover them in honey?"

"I didn't cover them. Dad would kill me if I used that much honey. I squirted a little on them to make them sticky. It'll draw insects to annoy them and there are only black ants in the backyard. They'll be fine. I do this all the time."

"How often?" he asked.

"I don't keep track. I thought you would laugh. You laughed last night when I goosed my mom."

"I just don't think we should leave them unattended outside."

"If you want to sit out there and look at their tits, be my guest. My mom loves being naked, and they were both raised naked."

"She doesn't seem like she loves it." Danny glanced out the window. He appeared worried, but a part of him was incredibly turned on and fascinated by this side of his aunt and mother. He had so many questions.

"It's hot. Are they going to be okay without sunscreen?"

"Good point, Pussy," Kenny acknowledged and started rummaging around for the big bottle of sunscreen his mother keeps around the house.

"They aren't in here. You don't have to keep calling me that."

"I don't have to, but I want to call you that." Kenny directed Danny to hold out his hands and then squirted some white goop into his hands. It made a satisfying farty noise when it came out and the two of them giggled.

"We're going to put sunscreen on you," Danny said as he knelt by Darlene and started rubbing it anywhere but her tits and ass, or around her crotch.

"Dude, there is no place on a girl's body that is off limits," Kenny demonstrated by removing his greasy lotion-covered hands from Katie's butt cheeks and putting one finger up her nose. She made a face but didn't freak out. "That's why women's bodies are so attractive. They were made to be ogled, touched, caressed, and played with."

Kenny stroked his aunt Katie roughly around her boobs. She was pleasantly surprised and a little ashamed of her reaction. She had never told her husband she liked a little slap during sex and Kenny was hitting all her sweet spots.

Her nipples stiffened and she even stopped scowling. Kenny pinched and held her nose closed to cut off her air for a few seconds. At first, Danny was alarmed, but it quickly became obvious that Katie wasn't struggling and shaking to fight for air. She was cumming uncontrollably.

Katie complained through the sponge gag, but she shut her eyes when Kenny cut off her air a second time and calmed down enough to enjoy her orgasm. She'd have to worry about what her son might think of her after this. Katie hadn’t felt vulnerable and completely powerless in a long time and suddenly she was transported back in time to when she and her sister used to do cartwheels with nothing on but their birthday suit in the front yard. None of the neighbor’s minded, and she spent many afternoons getting teased and tied up like this. Katie assumed Darlene had stopped when she got married like she had because they never talked about it.

Darlene wasn’t getting the same thrill out of that Katie was and her face showed it. She felt like last year’s Christmas present, completely forgotten for the new, shiny Toy. Danny stared at her, but he was afraid to play rough.

Even if Darlene wasn’t gagged, it wasn’t as much fun for her when the girls getting tied up didn’t get to resist and holler while the guys took the dominant role. Kenny was too busy with his aunt to notice her boredom.

“What do we do with them now?” Danny asked once the women were secured to the tree, bound and gagged.

“Anything we want!!” Kenny smiled gleefully.





Is this an enjoyable read? What about the Christmas Wedgie story?

[alberic]

Is this an enjoyable read? What about the Christmas Wedgie story?

It's a fun story. I'm enjoying it and hope to see it continued.

I can only speak for myself, but here's my take: You paint a picture that is vivid and grounded in a specific era, but it's probably not very attractive to someone without the lived experience or nostalgia for that time. I can appreciate vintage 70's porno flicks when I'm in the right mood, so I understand the appeal, but I can also see how that appeal can be pretty niche.

I'd like to see that game played with the daughters, without the massive asses and huge boobs, but that's personal preference.
Thick and delicious are not words I'd use in the same sentence when referring to women's thighs.

[EddieDavidson]

I should be able to illustrate. If you saw what I am picturing in my mind, you might change your mind! Thanks for the kind words! just pretend skinny. Tish meets that criteria and I have four different body sizes.