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THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.	By : Eddie_Davidson Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 8372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.
Chapter Ten

BEVERLY IS DRIVING ERICA AND ADAM TO SCHOOL – They are late
“Sit in the back with your legs apart,” Adam told his sister and insisted on having shotgun in the front seat as they walked out to the car.
Erica would have usually been the one to automatically sit in the shotgun position. She had to hold her breath for a second not to throttle Adam for being so flippant and entitled about his orders.
“Is there a problem?” Adam raised an eyebrow. He was worried the further the girls get from home, the less control he has over them. He wondered if the more orders he gave them reduced the range even further.
“No, I just wanted to thank you,” Erica quickly pretended to be grateful. In a way, she was. This was the strangest misadventure that she had been on in her life. “You recognized we can be huffy, ungrateful, dishonest, pushy little shits and told us to punish ourselves when we screw up. I wish you would have done this sooner is all,” Erica hugged her brother.
She had on a very sheer white tank top that did nothing to hide the outline of her nipples. She pressed her body close to Adam and held him tightly. Adam had no choice but to let his sister squeeze him tightly. She wasn’t really choked up and full of gratitude. It was the closest she could come to squeezing the snot out of him without tipping her game.
“You can stop hugging me now, Erica!” Adam said when he found it difficult to breathe.
“Thank you, it is just so nice of you to send me to school like this,” she said. She twirled and lifted her skirt up so that he could see her butt.
“Whoa!” Adam said. It was broad daylight in the suburbs, and anyone could have seen them in the driveway.
Erica looked like a confused bimbo. She wore the heavy make-up he liked and pursed her lips like she was befuddled. She dropped her skirt reluctantly. “I want everyone to see my shit-hole. It is beautiful, you said so yourself,” she laid it on thick. Erica looked up at him like she couldn’t wait to show him again but needed his permission.
“Yes, but don’t get us arrested or kicked out of school for indecent exposure,” Adam said.
Erica started to fizzle and twist like she was caught in a logic error as her body spasmed. “You told me to show everyone my cum-hole, tits, and shit-hole. That is illegal. You told me not to get arrested,” Erica made her eyes go wide.
“Oh no, I’ve introduced a logical paradox into her programming!” Adam wondered what Gary and Wyatt from the movie Weird Science would have done.
“Just tone it down. You can want to show it to them but do so discreetly. Never cross your legs when you sit or fold our arms across your chest. You can find subtle ways to accidentally let people peek but don’t offer to show them your body or streak through the campus,” he warned.
“Can I flip up my skirt sometimes?” Erica giggled and flipped her skirt up in the front playfully like a silly girl. Erica liked making him nervous even if it meant flashing any neighbors who might be watching.
“No, only if I tell you,” Adam told her. He liked Erica this extroverted, but he wanted her to be more reserved while at school. He was overjoyed that she was so willing to expose herself, but he wanted her to tone it down.
He had heard of Trilogy only in passing. It was as mythical as tea that made girls do whatever you say – something of fabled legends. He had no idea that his sister tried out for the club in her Freshman year.
“Buckle in, Boopy!” his mother said when he got in the car. Adam did what she told him. He sighed that even while she was under mind control, she was still telling him what to do.
“I will always look out for my little man,” Beverly assured him as she pulled out of the driveway. Adam reluctantly accepted his mother would not change that about her core programming no matter how many glasses of mind-control tea he gave her.
“Girls just want to have fun,” came out of the radio, and Erica and Beverly sang along. Erica had a lovely singing voice, and her mom thought she had one too.
Adam smiled as he thought about the first thing he would do with his sister at school now that she was his obedient toy.
Beverly signed them into school with an excuse for being late. The woman at the reception stared at Beverly’s legs as she walked in the front office. Beverly looked down and asked, “Aren’t they just fantastic?” as she signed them in. She kissed and hugged them both. She whispered in Erica’s ear, “No cheating!” and then she sashayed back to the car.
Erica felt a lot more apprehensive once her mom was gone. She was the only one in a nearly see-through tank top now. It was starting to dawn on her that this would be more daunting a task than she thought.
She shared two classes and lunch with her brother. She knew she’d have to sit with her legs uncrossed even in the classes that she didn’t share with him. If he had friends in those classes, who told her she didn’t, then her cover would be blown. It was awkward, and she was surprised to discover that male teachers were more than willing to overlook her, exposing her crotch to them.
Erica was pretty. She was used to being ogled by boys in her class. She just wasn’t used to that much intense attention since she had been in Trilogy. When she quit, she vowed she had no use for social clubs and didn’t plan to pledge a Sorority in College. She was popular now in her own right, and that came at a cost because she was getting noticed. Boys were looking up her skirt frequently. Some of them boldly and others were dropping pencils and trying to pretend to be discreet.
Her girlfriends noticed, as well. Most of whom wanted nothing to do with her. She was quickly becoming a social pariah at school. Her friends were either jealous or stuck up or a little of both.
Erica’s first class with her brother was physical education. She was permitted to wear a pair of blue shorts instead of a skirt. Adam gave her his to wear on the way into class. They instantly became short-shorts. He told her to wear the tank top she had on instead of changing into one in her locker room.
Erica had to jog around the gym with her tits bouncing around and climb rope to perform the President’s physical fitness challenge. Adam didn’t mind exercising while he watched his sister struggle to keep her dignity like a puppet on a string.
Erica really didn’t mind the attention at this point. Adam wasn’t particularly strict with her, and she secretly enjoyed all the attention she was getting.
It was during Lunch that Adam made her sit with him. Erica usually sat at a lunch table with popular kids and didn’t acknowledge her brother's existence.
“Adam,” she said as she carried his lunch for him to his table and set it down. She bent over in a wide stance to reveal her bubble butt to anyone who saw it before setting down her own lunch. “Are you controlling my mind?” she asked him. She thought it may be fun to see what he said.
“How would I do that?” Adam pretended to be confused.
“I don’t know. It just seems like when you tell me to do something, then I do it,” Erica said. Erica told him she had the urge to take off all her clothes and hold her butt cheeks apart while he finished his lunch. She looked suspicious and suggested it was because of something he was doing to control her mind.
Adam looked nervous. He wasn’t sure if this self-awareness was because she was further away from home or because the tea was wearing off. He denied having authority over her.
“Okay, then why do I want to be paddled when I am mean to people for no reason?” Erica asked him as she took a bite of her food.
“Maybe you have developed a conscience and feel bad about your actions?” Adam said with a smirk.
“No, it isn’t that. You told us this morning that we should want to be punished when we are rude or disobedient, didn’t you? I can’t stop thinking about how many things I have done to you. I’ve done stuff you aren’t even aware of, and I want to give you some payback. Would you spank me now, please?” Erica asked him politely.
When Adam said no, she stood up and lifted her skirt and bent over for him. She presented her ass to him in the lunch room, and all heads turned in his direction.
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FLASHFORWARD: Erica is seated on the Hazing Bench outside of the Principal’s Office. She is in trouble for flashing the school. Adam is talking to the Principal. They are both in trouble.
As told by Erica Goldberg

I haven’t ever had to sit on the hazing bench. It is an old tradition that students sitting in front of the Principal’s office waiting for discipline have to sit here. According to tradition, students and faculty are free to walk up and criticize anyone sitting on the bench. My brother once spent almost an entire week of suspension on the bench. Barry and I were probably the ones who razzed him the most.
Even though I was sitting with my legs apart, very few people actually talked to me. I was glaring and looking straight ahead angrily. I shouldn’t have fucked with Adam’s head so much. I shouldn’t have confronted him about the mind-control.
I just wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this. I was starting to feel embarrassed by obeying his orders and instinctively, I wanted to make him feel smaller to make myself feel better. He was probably inside telling Principal Ball all about his mind control scheme.
“You have big fat thighs,” a girl who used to be my friend passed by for the second time to let me know I have chunky thighs.
“Hey!” Lainey walked up, holding her books. She was dressed in a skimpy little outfit, not too much less revealing than my own. The thing is that was pretty normal for Lainey. I assumed she was here to talk about Barry, gloat, or tell me I had big thighs. I didn’t want to hear about any of it.
“Hey,” I answered back with a shrug.
“Did you drink some mind control tea?” she asked me bluntly. I asked her how she heard that, and it became apparent that my brother Barry had spilled the beans. He and the JTP were probably telling everyone that is why I was acting like such a freak.
“No, the tea isn’t real,” I confided in Lainey. I told her the short version of the story about my mother and me and our twisted little bet.
“That is so hot! I wish my mom were here to play games like that with me,” she said wistfully.
Lainey and I had quit our concession week with Trilogy at the same time. We never played with each other the way we did when we were training for the team. We never talked about it again, either.
“Barry tried to get me to drink some tea. Should I be offended or drink it and take him back if he orders me to date him?” she asked me.
“Well, he is trying to control your mind. Are you okay with sitting in school like this,” I looked down between my legs so that Lainey could see how I had to sit.
“Sit how?” Lainey asked me dumbly.
“He’ll order you to flash his friends and probably suck their cocks,” I explained to her.
“Really? Even Matt Bradley?” Lainey asked excitedly.
I didn’t get a chance to continue the conversation because my mom arrived. I heard boys giving her the trilogy command word in Dutch to lift her skirt. My mom joked and smiled at them. She looked flattered, but she didn’t understand what they were saying.
“Wow, Mrs. Goldberg! Are you trying out for Trilogy?” Lainey asked her.
“What is that? Someone else asked me the same thing,” my mom replied.
“It is this lame club. If someone sees you in the skirt you have on, then they expect you to lift it up and say Trilogy really loud when they say maagdelijk,” I said. I told her she didn’t have to do it, though.
My mom seemed shocked I was so open with my best friend Lainey about the mind-control game we were playing together. Mom glared at me that I was giving up the secrets that were just between us. We waited for Principal Ball, and he finally called us in.
Adam was sitting in a chair and looking at his shoes.
The Principal looked at my mom in shock. She had been in his office many times. She was pushy and could usually wrap him around her finger. He raised an eyebrow to puzzle at how she was dressed. This was definitely out of character for us both.
“What is this all about,” my mom immediately took control of the situation and took a seat. She left her legs open. I had to stand because there were only two seats. I was happy to do that.
“There was a rumor around school that Adam was giving out psychotropic drugs. I am convinced that he has no idea what those are, and it was simply a silly rumor,” Principal Ball said.
“Well, obviously!” My mom looked relieved that Adam wasn’t in trouble.
“The other issue is that Erica’s outfit is not appropriate at school,” he said grimly.
“What is wrong it?” My mom pretended to be offended. She pointed out we were wearing matching shirts. Mom even shimmied her tits a little with an excited grin.
“Well, she doesn’t have any panties on,” Principal Ball stammered when she called upon him to elaborate.
“How would you know? Have you been looking up her skirt?” she asked. Principal Ball was looking right up my mom’s skirt when she asked him that question. His face turned red.
“No, of course not,” Principal Ball answered defensively. He didn’t want to be too graphic. Erica had lifted her skirt in the back when she bent over and gave everyone in the lunchroom a look at her crack.
“I don’t see the problem then,” Mom smiled at him.
“The problem is that she has broken the school rules. Now, I know Mrs. Goldberg that you often don’t feel the school rules apply to your children, but,” Mr. Ball said.
“No, the rules apply,” Beverly interrupted him. “Bend over the desk and let me spank you!” she smiled at her daughter as she produced a hairbrush from her purse. She could tell Mr. Ball was getting hot and flustered. “You’ve been naughty at school and broke the rules! You showed too much skin!!”
“Mom!” I protested. Then I flipped up her skirt and put her hands flat on Mr. Ball’s desk. “That is a great idea!” I smiled at Adam like I couldn’t wait to receive the spanking.
Adam was too nervous to tell them to stop.
“This is completely unnecessary. We haven’t had corporal punishment since the 1970s here at Penn Academy,” Mr. Ball said. He licked his lips and looked at my butt. I knew he was an old pervert. He was Assistant Principal when I joined Trilogy, and he was always out at the old picnic lunch area. He was probably a member of Beta House when he was a student here.
“Oh? Would you prefer I make her stand in the corner?” My mom slapped my butt once nice and hard to give me a little taste of what I gave her this morning. I had to admit it really stung. She told me to go stand in the corner. I held my butt cheeks but didn’t lower my skirt.
“I don’t think exposing herself is an appropriate punishment for exposing herself,” Mr. Ball was clearly conflicted. He wanted to see me naked, but he also wasn’t sure what was happening.
“Oh, no! Did I do something wrong?” My mom pouted and handed my brother her hairbrush. “Adam, would you please punish me?” she said as she bent over and showed him her tush.
“Ahem,” Mr. Ball cleared his throat.
FLASHFORWARD: Five Minutes Later
As told by Erica Goldberg
“Wow, you got me suspended for five days,” I lamented as my mom walked me out of the school towards the car. Adam was like Teflon – nothing stuck to him. He was back in class.
“Yeah, your brother said we were supposed to ask for punishment. Do you think I should have asked him to give you two weeks suspension?” Mom smirked.
“Mom, I need to keep my grades up!” I insisted as we got in the car. Mom plopped down in the driver’s seat.
“If he dares try to lower your grades, then he’ll have Beverly Goldberg to reckon with! I may just MAKE him give me a spanking,” she chuckled. “Now, are you ready to go shopping or not?” Mom smiled at me.
I was ready to go shopping! It sounded fun. Mom cranked up the radio and asked me to dish on what I did the night before. We were supposed to be comparing notes.
I told her everything including the part about shoving the candy bar up my ass. I told her that the reason Barry was upset was because I started everything with the fake candy bar.
“I can’t believe he still remembers that! No, I started it by being an over-protective Mama who over-plans and over-packs! I didn’t have what I needed at the beach and I over-compensated! I thought everybody appreciated the fact I remembered to bring everything we need on vacation?” Mom said. She was in denial. She heard us complain numerous times about the extra suitcases and redundant packing on vacation.
“Mom, you can’t be serious! You take everything to extreme conclusions!” I rolled my eyes.
“You mean like making a bet with my daughter to obey my son’s every whim?” she chuckled.
I nodded and admitted that I asked him to hand me the candy bar. “I was a stinky sister for doing that to him. It was so many years ago that I forgot all about it. Barry hasn’t, and I gave him a little payback,” I shrugged.
Mom nodded understanding and then asked me about Trilogy. I was hesitant to tell her about my experience. I wasn’t sure she would really get why I did it and what she might think. There is really no not telling Beverly Goldberg something when she wants to get information out of you. She took me for Ice Cream and buttered me up until I spilled all the beans on the full story about Trilogy. I was ashamed at first but I was bragging by the end.
She looked shocked and horrified through some of it, and she laughed through most of it. It is funny how time can make it seem like this great adventure I was on.
“So, even though Lainey didn’t come with you, she was kicked out the next day?” my Mom asked.
“Yeah, we never talked about it after that. We weren’t friends for a long time. I felt like she abandoned me. The thing is, we were never going to get in. We were just supposed to be party favors for the real victors of the concession week. At the end, they would have told us we didn’t make the cut no matter how hard we tried,” I said.
“But it still didn’t stop you from wanting to go back and finish out the week did it?” Mom smiled as she took a bite of Strawberry Ice Cream. We were sitting in the Ice Cream parlor with our legs uncrossed and pretending not to notice the stares from the guy behind the counter.
I never admitted that to myself before. Somehow my mom knew that a part of me wanted to complete the seven days even though I had no chance to win. I asked my Mom how she knew, and she told me that I was more like her than I realized.
She said she was shocked that Pops rescued me and didn’t tell her anything. I told her that I thought about calling her, but I knew she’d make a big huff about it. Pops drove out to where I was and got me. He gave me a robe and didn’t ask too many questions. He could have asked why I had Fart Face written on my ass in magic marker or what I was doing out there. He just smiled and told me that this would be between us.
“You never met his wife. He loved my mom more than anything,” Mom said as she considered telling me about my Grandma. There were very few pictures of her in the house, and I didn’t know anything about her. “She was a nudist. At least, that is what she told me. Every morning out of bed with a leather collar around her neck with a bell on it. She’d serve me and my brother’s breakfast. She’d slap me on the butt on the way out of the house and tell me to be a good girl. Pops used to spank her in the living room just like he spanked us. I never thought of it as kinky. It was just how things were,” Mom smiled.
It explained a lot as to why my Grandfather didn’t seem all that shocked by what he saw us doing around the house.
“One thing about this Trilogy that I like is that they made you shave your entire body and even your pussy? How did that feel? Did it make you feel like a little girl?” Mom scrunched her nose up like that would be the worst but smiled sweetly like she thought it might be fun anyway.
“Yeah, it took away the feeling that I was a young woman. It made me expose my cunt-hole fully to inspection. I couldn’t hide anything about my body!” I admitted that it was strangely arousing but also humiliating.
“Let’s do that when we get home!” she smiled at me.
“Shouldn’t Adam tell us to do that?” I asked.
“He told us to want to expose ourselves as much as possible. I think I can spin that!” Mom said excitedly.
“How can we ever decide a winner of this bet if neither of us will back down no matter what?” I joked that my mom’s gung-ho attitude meant that we’d probably be in this contest of wills for a while.
“Well, I haven’t told you about what I did when we were apart,” Mom cleared her throat. She took a bite of ice cream and looked at me. She started to give me the run down about how Dad treated her like a kitten upstairs.
“Gross, you don’t have to go into the sex details between you and Dad,” I said. I said it loud enough the guy next to us could hear me. I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. He looked down at his Ice Cream.
“I mentioned that because I got so horny and flustered that when Adam first jabbed me in the ass with that hairbrush, I had another orgasm! I don’t know if you could tell?” she said.
I smirked and said, I could. I couldn’t really, but it was amusing to think of my mom being a slave to her desires and having an involuntary orgasm when her son stuck a brush in her butt.
“After you left, I went back home. I didn’t cheat. I stuck the brush up my ass and cleaned around the house by myself for a while. I called the Bevolution over around 10am,” she said. She had a group of four friends about her own age that she called the Bevolution. Just like Barry is the leader of the JTP, my mom is the leader of her group of friends.
“You CALLED your friends over?” I was shocked she would intentionally invite her friends over.
“Yeah, if I don’t herd them around, then they never get anything done. I thought it would be better to meet them on my own terms rather than wait until they came over or heard rumors. I told them that I was into naked Aerobics now,” she said.
“They bought that?” I was shocked.
“Hook, line, and sinker!” Mom said proudly. All she had to do was make fun of the imperfections in their mom bods and promise them that naked Aerobics was the next big fad to make them look slim and young. “It allows you to really see the muscles as you work them out,” she smiled as she told me her pitch line.
It probably could have been a fad! Some horny women strip down in the comfort and privacy of their living room and sweat while lifting their legs to a videotape of Aerobics!
“What did they say about the hairbrush?” I asked with surprise. The eavesdropping guy was getting a vicarious thrill listening to us. I glared at him again.
“Okay, I told them it was a massager and muscle relaxer,” my mom admitted she made a white lie. She said she went upstairs and brought down her toys, which she also called massage relaxers and passed them out. “It was like a Mary Kay make up party except I demonstrated various dildos. I took seven orders to buy toys. I really think I could make some money holding parties like this,” she smiled.
That could probably have been a fad too! Just like Avon or Mary Kay cosmetics, some horny women get together and try it and then buy sex toys in the comfort and privacy of their living room.
“So basically, you had a group masturbation session with your friends?” I said when I realized they were putting them in their pussies too.
“Yes, basically,” my mom turned red, and she was embarrassed.
I smiled giddily at her and asked what else.
“Well, what else is that Bill Lewis came by,” she explained. Lainey and her dad, Bill is our next-door neighbor. He is one of my dad’s few friends, and he is frequently at our house. He is something of a shell of a man since his wife left him.
“Uh-oh,” I knew this might get weird.
“Well, one thing led to another, and we got really hot and heavy during the work out session. We didn’t stop because Bill was there. We kept going, and well, I may have sucked his cock,” my mom confessed.
“MAY have?” my eyes shot up angrily.
“Okay, definitely sucked his cock. I just got so frustrated with the toys that I had to have some real dick!” Mom admitted lustily. I heard the man nearby cough and try to stifle a laugh.
“You cheated on Dad because you couldn’t wait for him to get home and slip it to you?” I said.
“NOT if,” Mom stipulated and suggested, “I did it because of Adam’s mind control.” She explained it technically wouldn’t be cheating because she was under the influence of mind control. She admitted she MAY have told Bill that she did it because Adam told her too when all her friends were watching her.
“First of all, we agreed that he can’t order us to suck cock,” I started to protest. My mom had really ratcheted things up more than a few notches for us both. She even admitted we were under Adam’s influence. I didn’t know how to take that.
“No, I didn’t tell him it was mind control, exactly. I just said that I liked to make my son happy and that he told me I should be more outgoing and friendly!” Mom admitted.
“You can make Bill Lewis happy without sucking his balls in front of your friends!” I insisted.
“Technically, we said that if it makes cum come out of a dick. I started by giving him a hand-job, but his dick looked so delicious that I couldn’t help myself,” Mom ate the ice cream like she was picturing another delicious dick in her mouth. Mom looked apologetic but not entirely regretful. She did what she did and now we both had to deal with the consequences.
“A hand job would make cum shoot out of a dick,” I reminded her. My mom conceded that point. “Adam didn’t order us to do things like that anyway,” I said.
“I know, but it is really a matter of time until he does, isn’t it?” Mom tried to justify her actions sucking the cock.
“You were the one that said he would come to his senses and in three days apologize to us for trying to control our minds,” I reminded her.
“I know, but he is obviously not going to do that,” Mom admitted she was way off about that prediction. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t know about your past with Trilogy,” Mom sheepishly suggested that we make Adam think this was his idea. She brought up the Establishment clause that if one of us does something, then someone else does something.
“How will we make Adam think he ordered you to give Bill Lewis a hand-job and suck his cock? He was at school treating me like a toy!” I pointed out.
“I don’t know,” Mom admitted and smiled at me mischievously. “That is where I thought we could put our devious minds together and come up with something,” she said.
“Are you really comfortable sucking dicks and cheating on dad?” I asked her to be real with me for a second.
“I hate admit it, but that story you told me about Trilogy got me super excited. I never did anything like that. I have always fantasized your father took me to one of those gloryholes and let me just suck random dicks. You know? No faces. No one wants to talk to you afterward. I love sucking dick,” She said.
“I bet, but that doesn’t answer your question,” I said.
“Your father’s biggest fantasy is that he shares me with other men,” Mom finally admitted and blushed.
The man next to us was clearly eavesdropping, and he made a lot of noise as he stifled his laugh.
“Hey Buster, we are trying to have a private conversation here,” my mom shouted at him with an annoyed expression.
“That was very rude,” I said calmly to her. “Apologize to him and offer to help him jerk off into your Ice Cream! It is the least you can do!” I demanded. I technically had the authority to punish her.
My mom’s eyes got wide, and then a slow smile spread across her lips.
“Sir, I am so sorry for my outburst! Could I make it up to you?” Mom walked over to him and pressed her body against him. She was dressed like a total slut, and his eyes popped out of his head when he noticed her big tits. “I am sorry for teasing you and winding you up. Could I give you some relief into my ice cream?” She reached down and stroked his jeans. My mom can be pushy. She took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom while holding her Strawberry Ice Cream.
He walked out with his hair messed up and sweat running down his dirty-t-shirt. Mom was all smiles as she walked over to me with a jizz covered Ice cream. I took a bite, and she slapped my hand. “Get your own!”
“I just might,” I smiled at her. I looked at the man who just accompanied my mother out of the bathroom. He was completely spent.
“What are you looking at?” I snarled at another customer and bent over enough he could easily see up my skirt. I waited for a moment, and when my mom said nothing, I asked her politely to punish me.
“Oh! Yes, go apologize to him right this minute!” my mom said as she finished her well-glazed ice-cream. It looked like it had snot all over it.
“I am so sorry! I apologize for my temper! Please allow me to make it up to you?” I said to the confused man. He looked at me with a shrug and accepted my apology. I put my hand on his lap and looked him in the eye. “Would you like me to melt your ice cream for you?” I asked him.
He understood what I meant right away and followed me into the bathroom. We locked the door. I popped my tank top and kneeled at his feet.
“Wow, why are you doing this?” he asked. He was about my father’s age and not at all very handsome.
“I was mean to you,” I shrugged and unzipped his pants. I took his cock in my mouth and began to lick him.
“No, you weren’t. You shouted at me for no reason and stuck your butt in my face. Then you asked me if you could suck my dick. I am confused,” he said.
I noticed he had a wedding band on his finger. I smiled up at him while I licked his dick. “If you don’t think I was rude and deserve to be punished, and then I can stop,” I smiled.
“No, you were insulting,” he agreed, and we both pretended I needed firm punishment. I bobbed up and down on his dick, and in a few moments, I knew he was ready to cum. When he started to spunk his load, I let him cum on my face. I smiled as the warm goo dripped off my nose and on to my chin. It was so disgusting and degrading, but at the same time, it made me giggle.
He left the bathroom without as much as a thank you. I stood up and put my top back on. I looked at myself in the mirror. I smiled at the semen dripping down my face and remembered how much of a mess I must have looked when my grandfather picked me up that night I quit Trilogy. I never had any desire after that to join a club, but I wanted to join one with my mom.
I was about to wipe away the cum and wash my face when I decided to walk out of the bathroom with some of it still dripping from my nose.
“Do I have vanilla ice cream on my face?” I said to my mother when I sat down with her.
“Yes,” she kissed my nose and licked off most of it. I looked disappointed, but she told me that we can always get refills.
That afternoon we walked around the mall and shopped. We practiced punishing one another. It wasn’t difficult to throw a hissy or be rude. My mom bought a shirt on sale and then immediately wanted to return it after the cashier rang it up. When the Cashier gave her attitude, my mom went into a bitch fit.
I made her bend over and spanked her ass right in front of the cashier in one of the dressing rooms.
“I probably won’t get to shop at the Gap for a while,” Mom said.
Mom bought us half-tops tops and had our names embroidered on them. I didn’t mind, and we flashed the guy at the kiosk in the mall when he asked us what size we wanted.
Mom spanked my tits when we went to Orange Julius after I was rude to the boy there. He gave my mom the Trilogy code word for flipping up her skirt. “All he wanted to see was me do this!” mom flipped her skirt up and shouted Trilogy. The entire food court turned around and looked at us.
Mom and I got our pussies and assholes waxed at the Korean nail place. “So much hair! You have so much pussy hair! Why you not trim it!” the little old lady demanded.
I spanked my mom’s cunt in the backroom right in front of her. “You should have taken better care of your pussy. You have gobs of cum dried in it! That’s disgusting!” I teased her.
Once we were freshly shaved, we visited a few shoe stores. My mom made us go to ones she didn’t care about as much. Shoes are her passion, and she wanted to be able to visit her favorite stores after our games were over.
“Are you sure you want this game to be over?” I asked her as I sat with my legs apart in a chair at the shoe store. I was waiting for a salesman to offer to let me try on a shoe. The game was that I’d try on anything as long as he put it on my foot.
“Yes, eventually. The salesmen can only look up our skirts so often before it gets old,” Mom said as she smiled at a Salesman who wasn’t being very discreet about lifting her leg.
“No, I mean the game of you and me punishing each other and being under mind control,” I said.
“What do you mean game? The mind control is real. I am only doing this because Adam ordered me too. We should get home and shove hair brushes up our ass. Your brother will be home soon, and I need some more tea,” Mom sounded serious, but I knew she was joking. She told me that there may be time for one more before they go.
The shoe salesman was very interested in our conversation. Mom picked up a shoe that was sitting next to her and threw it at him. It didn’t hurt him, but it was apparent she wanted to be punished.
“Mom, apologize to him right now! You have been teasing him all afternoon,” I demanded.
“Yes, I am so very sorry! My daughter and I both are. Do you think you could take me in the back of the store and see if you have a shoe that fits my size?” Mom stuck the tip of a high heel shoe in her mouth and tried to suck it all in. She still wasn’t good at deep-throating. She choked a little and gave him a sexy look.
He knew what she was meant. The sales clerk felt pretty lucky that day! He didn’t ask questions why two hot women wanted to have their way with him. He took Mom by the hand and led her to the back of the store.
“Do you have another associate my daughter can be rude too? It is almost 4pm, and we need to get home,” My mom asked as she followed him to the back room.
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