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Tucker was pounding his pud in the bathroom as hard as he could. He was trying not to think about the pink folds between his Aunt’s legs. He knew that it was taboo to think about his own Aunt that way. Yet, he couldn’t help himself. He was imagining Cheyenne and Savannah rubbing boobies together topless as they rough house down at that redneck infested community pool.
He was mid-wank when the door to the bathroom opened. He had his pants around his ankles. Tucker had his dick in his hand, and the dildo from the bathtub under his nose sniffing what he assumed was the smell of a fresh pussy.
“Hey, I locked that!” He yelped in panic. His entire world froze in that instant.
“I am so sorry. The door doesn’t lock,” Betty didn’t seem surprised at all that she caught him masturbating. Betty was slightly amused he was sniffing one of her bathtub dildos. It was freaky, but she totally understood.
“If the door locked, we’d never be able to get anyone out of it when one of us needs it. I have a client here, and I really need to use the bathroom for this session. Do you mind finishing this later?” she asked him politely.
Tucker pulled up his pants and quickly left. He was so incredibly horny now despite the shame of being caught masturbating. He was worried his mother would confront him. Karen suspected what Betty saw in the bathroom but didn’t want to address it with Tucker. She glared at him with a disgusted look on his face as he emerged from the bathroom hastily.
The man going into the bathroom with Betty was wearing a tank top and shorts. He looked like any typical middle-aged white guy. It seemed odd to Tucker he wanted to bang Betty in the bathroom. He didn’t realize that the reason Betty had been drinking so much water was that the man wanted her to piss all over him in the bathroom.
Tucker fantasized that he filled the tub with water and then dunked Betty’s head under the water. He forced her ass up into the air and then pounded her from behind while holding her head underwater for prolonged periods. Tucker pictured the man pulling Betty by the hair out of the water to give her a moment to catch her breath before thrusting her head underwater again. It was an exhilarating fantasy - the kind he usually didn’t have. Tucker could not contain his erection. He squirmed on the couch in anticipation of finishing what he started in the bathroom.
Cheyenne and Savannah returned from washing Karen’s car. They were sweaty and wet from the soapy water. They immediately giggled when they saw his tented boner. Tucker blushed and looked at the carpet.
Mark assured him not to worry. “You’ll get to giggle at them later tonight,” he assured his cousin.
Betty’s client left $160 on the table when he left. He had clearly taken a shower while he was in the bathroom. He kissed her on the lips before leaving and said he would definitely come back sooner next time.
“You better,” Betty smacked him on the butt playfully. She looked like she couldn’t wait to do it all over again with him.
Once he left, though, she groaned and said that guy really freaked her out.
“You don’t have to say yes to every guy who pays for sex,” Karen observed. She looked up from her son’s laptop.
“I made a deal with myself a long time ago,” Betty explained. “I used to want to pick and choose. I remember I told a guy who was 75 that I was afraid I’d give him a heart attack if I fucked his brains out. The real reason I didn’t want to fuck him was he smelled like Poligrip and looked like Grandpa Joe,” she snickered. “I didn’t want to see Grandpa Joe looking down at me with his dentures in his mouth as I sucked his knob,” she said.
Karen nodded in understanding. That would have disgusted her as well.
“I have a set price list. If a client has the money to pay and he hasn’t stiffed me or tried to do something that is one of my limits, then I will do it with him. I never say no to anyone with the cash to pay to play,” Betty shrugged.
“I am surprised you have limits at all,” Karen couldn’t imagine what was too sexual or outrageous for her wild older sister to refuse to do.
“Anyone who doesn’t think they have limits just lacks imagination,” Betty joked. She also added that she reserved some things just for Alan.
It was a tense moment at first, but Betty’s casual way of addressing things seemed to defuse situations for Karen.
The rest of the afternoon, the family had lunch and hung out around the trailer, waiting for Alan to get home for work.
When Tucker had a chance to speak with Betty alone, he asked her if she was going to tell his mother she caught him masturbating.
She was cleaning some things in the kitchen. She chuckled and said that was none of her business. “Why do you think you’d be in trouble for jerking off anyway? It’s perfectly natural. You don’t think your mom jerks off when she gets lonely or bored?” she asked.
Tucker visibly shivered, thinking about his mother as a sexual being with sexual needs.
Betty giggled and observed that Karen was obviously not a” MILF” to him.
Ironically, Karen’s short blonde hair and features made her the stereotype Milf. She looked very much like Julie Bowen. She is most famous for portraying “Claire Dunphy” on the TV Show “Modern Family.”
Tucker shook his head that he didn’t think of his mother as a “Mom he would like to fuck.”
“Yet, you would fuck me, huh?” Betty asked rhetorically. She didn’t wait for his answer. She turned to him and put her finger in her pussy. “Girls play with themselves just like boys do. We may not do it as frequently, but we don’t have to stop after we have an orgasm,” she demonstrated how she masturbated.
“If anyone tells you they never play with themselves, they are lying, or there is something seriously wrong with them. Why wouldn’t you? It’s like having a button on your body that you can press anytime you want to feel a little relief,” Betty said.
Tucker nodded. His eyes were wide when he saw Betty finger herself a little. It was nothing to her to wriggle a little finger inside herself. “Do you want to smell my finger now? I saw that you are into smells?” she asked.
Tucker grew very uncomfortable with the offer. He really did want to accept and see if the dildo matched the smell on her finger or not.
Betty said lots of guys were turned on by the smell of ass and pussy.
“They like the smell of a butt?” Tucker seemed confused.
“They like the smell of THIS ass,” Betty held her ass cheeks apart wide enough that Tucker finally had a really good look at her puckered asshole. “You like what you like. If it turns you on to give it a sniff, then what is the big deal? If you want me to leave my toys in the bathtub, just ask me, and I’ll put a fresh one in there for you. I am going to use the toys anyway. You may as well get some use out of it,” she said.
Tucker seemed overwhelmed by the offer.
“You didn’t stick that dildo in your butt, did you?” she asked him seriously.
Tucker was shocked she would ask. He had never even considered it. “If you do, then you have to clean it. Don’t just leave it in there with your poop stains on it,” Betty said that he could use soap and water to clean it thoroughly.
Tucker had no intention of experimenting with it that way. “Doesn’t it hurt to stick things up your butt?” he asked.
“Yeah, but that is half of the fun sometimes,” Betty said. “Some people like to feel like they are dominating someone else. There is a tremendous rush of power to fill someone else’s asshole and own it. I’ve worn strap ons before, and I have to say that I can see why men love fucking my ass,” Betty said. She explained that anal sex was often more about asserting that dominance than it was anything else.
Tucker didn’t fully understand that but it turned him on to hear her be so open about anal sex with him.
Tucker’s dick was throbbing in his pants. He needed to masturbate, or he was going to cream his jeans. Betty could tell he was getting excited. He excused himself and began to fantasize about his Aunt’s asshole, getting reamed thoroughly with a huge dildo. She was moaning at the midway point between anguish and ecstasy as she surrendered her big butt to him. It was the first time he fantasized about fucking his Aunt and not just observing her with someone else. Tucker’s orgasm was incredibly huge after having to stop himself mid-wank earlier and start again.
Alan got home around 6pm. He seemed enthusiastic and excited about punishment night. Alan didn’t have any control at work. He wasn’t the boss there. At home his kids didn’t respect his authority the way they did with Betty.
He wasn’t timid, but at home, Betty usually ran things. He worked long hours almost seven days a week. The combination of not being around and his easy going nature made it easy for the kids to walk all over him.
Once he had a ring side to seat for the punishment ritual though that changed. They had to call him SIR and speak to him with deference and respect. He enjoyed that feeling immensely.
He joked that he was going to make popcorn after he washed up and settled into his favorite chair in the living room.
Betty on the other hand was preparing to dish out the punishments. She had a large wooden paddle in her hand that she either held like a Judge’s gavel or an executioner’s blade. Betty’s normally witty mood had vanished and she seemed far more somber and serious now.
“Do you do the spanking as well, Uncle Alan?” Tucker asked his Uncle.
“Oh no, I can’t spank like Betty!” Alan said. He was just thrilled to have a front row seat. Alan wasn’t weak. He explained that Betty knew how to put a kind of spin on the paddle that could bring out a rosy-pink color on an ass.
“It’s all in the torque of the wrist,” Betty agreed as she took a few practice swings in the air.
In truth, Alan just liked letting Betty take charge of the situation and watching her administer the spankings. He wanted to relax and watch the spectacle unfold. He would participate by talking and listening but Betty ran the show.
Karen considered making Tucker go to their room for this. “If you send him to his room, he is still going to imagine what happens. My girls don’t have anything he hasn’t seen before: Boobs and butts, What exactly do you think you are sparing him from?” she said. Betty was planning to remain naked during the punishment session herself.
“I don’t know,” Karen admitted. This was so unusual that her instinct told her it may be best if Tucker was not present.
Betty told Tucker that it was up to him if he wanted to stay or not. “I won’t override your mom on this, but I am fine with you watching. In fact, I’d prefer it,” she said. “My kids aren’t embarrassed easily. It may shake them up a little if they have a new audience.”
Cheyenne and Savannah complained and agreed with Karen that Tucker shouldn’t watch. If they hadn’t said anything Karen would have been inclined to send him to their room. The fact that they had made her resentful. She shrugged and gave him permission to stay “You’ve seen your Aunt naked all day. I guess this isn’t much different,” she said.
“You girls seem to love attention. You were going to trot down to the pool in those skimpy outfits. Why are you shy around your cousin all of a sudden?” she asked them.
“I ain’t shy,” Savannah said as she put her hands on her hips and proudly stuck her nose up in the air.
“Then you can go first tonight,” Betty said. She told her daughter to assume the position in the living room.
Savannah rolled her eyes and removed her gum. She put it in a napkin. She knew better than to chew gum during punishment sessions. She walked to the center of the room and placed her hands behind her head. She stood with her legs apart and looked straight ahead, facing the rest of the family.
Betty had recorded chores and backtalk in a black notebook. She went over the things Savannah had done well. The list was relatively brief, but it included some chores she completed and even washing Karen’s car for her. Betty thanked her daughter for doing that. Betty gave credit where it was due and wasn’t miserly with her gratitude.
She told Savannah that she was happy she was getting along much better With Cheyenne today. “You weren’t at each other’s throats today,” Betty observed.
“Thank you, Ma’am,” Savannah said. She was expected to call her mother “Ma’am” and her father “Sir” during punishment sessions.
Once Betty went over the constructive feedback, she asked Savannah if there was anything she wanted to admit to doing wrong this week.
“I didn’t clean the kitchen when it was my turn, and you had to tell me to do it, Ma’am. I am sorry about that,” Savannah said. Savannah was expected to admit to her mistakes without first being accused. If she did then, she could expect mercy from her mother and a much lighter punishment.
“Anything else?” Betty asked.
Savannah admitted to talking back, rolling her eyes, and making fun of people. She was late for school a few times and failed to do some homework. She mentioned she wrote, “Tucker is a Mother Fucker” on his luggage when she brought it into his room the day before.
Karen had to admit that this wasn’t all that bad, considering that Savannah seemed a little on the wild side.
“Were you planning to admit that you and your sister snuck out last night?” Betty asked politely.
“THAT WAS CHEYENNE’S IDEA!” Savannah immediately became defensive and glared at her sister.
“Eye’s straight ahead. I don’t care if it was Bugs Bunny’s idea. You snuck out. Didn’t you?” Betty asked her daughter, sternly.
“Yes, Ma’am, I am sorry.”
“Where did you go?” Betty asked.
“We met up with some boys, Ma’am,” Savannah said.
“So you coordinated this meeting with some boys. What did you DO when you met up with them?” Betty asked.
“We smoked a doobie and had a little peach brandy,” Savannah admitted. She was starting to become red in the face with embarrassment.
“That was my peach brandy?” Betty asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Savannah looked like she was going to cry.
“Don’t give me those crocodile tears. Did you fuck any of those boys?” she asked.
“No, Ma’am,” Savannah said.
Betty believed her. Savannah wasn’t the horny type who would give away her body to get validation from boys. She’d use the promise of being able to touch her to get them to do things for her. She was far too selfish to have wanted to fuck the boys.
“What do you think would be a fair punishment for your transgressions?” Betty asked.
“Twenty, Ma’am?” Savannah sniffled a little. Tucker couldn’t be sure if Savannah was really worried or if this was an act.
“Twenty what?” Betty wanted Savannah to be explicit in what punishment she was suggesting.
“Twenty spankings to my ass, Ma’am,” Savannah could not look directly at her family. She became glassy-eyed. If she was acting, she was performing at an Oscar level. She genuinely seemed reflective and humiliated when she had to hear herself ask for the punishment.
“Undress,” Betty accepted her offer.
Savannah quickly stepped out of her shorts and tank top. She had to roll her panties down her waist.
Alan was laughing and smiling. “This beats any TV show on Sunday evening, doesn’t it?” Alan quipped.
Tucker was amazed when he finally saw his blonde cousin naked. She had a patch of light brown curly pubic hair that did not conceal her delightful slit. Her nipples were tight and deep red in color with small bumpy areola. Her C-cup boobs stuck out straight without any support. They had a slight natural dip but looked like something you would see on a mannequin.
Savannah clenched her jaw and her ass cheeks and returned to the position she had taken initially except now her ass faced towards the family.
“Karen and Tucker,” Betty said that this was the part that involved audience participation. “You can ask her ONE question between swats. It can be anything, and she has to answer it fully to your satisfaction. We take turns. If you don’t have a question, you can pass it, and I’ll ask for you on your turn,” she said.
Tucker and Karen weren’t sure what she meant. Betty said that the questions should be relevant to the punishment or any of Savannah’s shortcomings.
Mark and Cheyenne were permitted to ask questions as well.
Betty was holding a flat wooden paddle that reminded Tucker of a cutting board. She swung it in the air, and Savannah flinched. Cheyenne giggled that her sister seemed very nervous.
“Bend over and grab your ankles,” Betty told her daughter. Savannah looked straight ahead and bent over to grab her ankles. There was a brief moment that her pretty pink butthole puckered like it was blowing Tucker a kiss before Betty’s paddle whapped her ass hard.
“One, thank you, Ma’am,” Savannah counted the stroke.
“Are you going to sneak out again?” Betty asked the first question. She gave her daughter a few moments to form her response.
“No, Ma’am, I wouldn’t,” Savannah said.
“Smells like bullshit,” Betty smacked her ass. “This wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. However, next time you do this, I am going to do more than just smack your ass!” she assured her as she spanked her again.
Savannah counted the second stroke, and the next question went to Alan. In the short time between swats, Tucker had a full view of Savannah’s puckered pussy lips and asshole.
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