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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 Four

FLASHFORWARD: After more teasing in the living room Beverly and Erica manage to get a short reprieve upstairs to discuss what just happened while the JTP call their mothers and ask to stay for dinner. The JTP wanted to stay and watch what happened next!
"What the hell?" Erica had a churlish expression of disgust on her face. She was still naked except for her pink headband and leg warmers she had worn downstairs.
Erica and her mother didn't have long before they would be expected to return to the kitchen. Adam explicitly ordered Erica to help with dinner, and she hated cooking. Ironically, she had been more willing to get naked than she had to lift a finger domestically around the house.
"What do you mean?" Beverly asked coyly. There could be a hundred reasons Erica was upset. "Are you thinking about quitting? Confronting Adam in front of Barry and his friends and telling him this mind control was nothing but a joke we were playing on him?"
"No," Erica answered emphatically that the contest of wills between them was NOT decided yet. She HAD, in fact, been intending to throw in the towel.
However, once she saw that her mother didn't seem freaked out in the least by parading around nearly naked downstairs, she promptly changed her mind. She would not be the weak link that breaks. It also dawned on Erica that if she tells everyone that this was a prank on Eric, it would mean she was admitting she jammed her own thumb up her ass to play that prank.
What she didn't realize was that Beverly was both excited about the game but equally mortified. If Erica had been willing to give up right then, Beverly would have also been ready to call it a draw and a worthy effort for them both. Erica said she was definitely not giving up. That only stiffened her mother's resolve to continue the charade as well.
"Okay, then what is it?" Beverly looked annoyed at her daughter.
"I think we need to establish some more ground rules," she said.
"We have an entire signed contract!" Beverly reminded her daughter about the rules they mutually agreed to abide in the first chapter of the story. "You aren't going to renegotiate them now!" Beverly insisted.
If anyone was going to renegotiate the rules, she was the one who would be doing it. "I could have been a lawyer! So I think I know a thing or two about iron-clad contracts!" She said.
Erica rolled her eyes. She had heard her mother brag about possibly being a lawyer many times. "Yes, you could have been a lawyer if you attended law school, studied real hard, passed the bar, and began practicing law," she sighed.
"Damn straight!" Beverly agreed while missing the sarcasm, possibly by accident but more likely by intention.
Erica very quickly laid out the problem she was trying to solve at the moment. The two of them weren't on the same page about how the mind control worked and how they needed to be on the same page at all times.
Erica said she wanted to keep their stories straight because didn’t want to add to her humiliation by having the rest of the family find out she did all these embarrassing things as a joke. In the back of her mind, she also wanted to see how far this charade was really going to go. She was willing to go as far as her mother would.
“For this to work, we’ve got to be on the same page!” Erica said.
"It doesn't work at all," Beverly chuckled that it wouldn’t work anyway. Beverly was starting to lose faith they could pull it off. She wanted to make it work but she saw some of the same problems that her daughter did. There were too many loose ends and unknowns and it was driving her bananas.
“We could pretend the tea fried our brains and come out like Frankenstein,” Beverly suggested an alternative approach. She moved her arms lethargically and pretended to need constant supervision.
“No, that would get old quick. Adam wouldn’t be able to micro-manage us like that,” Erica dismissed the idea because she had the same idea as well. “We’ve already started with the Stepford Wife Approach,” she said.
They had both watched a 1970’s movie called “Stepford Wives”. It centered around an idyllic community where all the wives behaved joyfully submissive to their husbands. The husband’s had replaced them with Robots. They were both doing their best imitation of those obedient puppets. Naturally, they did it with their usual Goldberg sarcasm at the same time.
The girls had cobbled together a few common assumptions about how Adam’s mind control worked on them they could agree upon. Erica reminded her mother that Adam was a special kind of nerd. "He is the kind of geek who picks apart movies for plausibility. He will ask questions about how if a Transporter can split two people into two distinct personalities, then why don't they make infinite Captain Kirks to serve on starships," she said.
"It is just a dumb TV show. Who cares how it works?" Beverly shrugged.
"Yeah, but our life isn't a TV show," Erica looked off in the distance at an imaginary camera she pictured filming their lives and turning it into a TV show. "Adam is going to see right through our bullshit.
Beverly said there was no way they could predict all the things her devious youngest son could think up to trip them up. They might make a mistake. Erica and Beverly just wanted to cover off on the most obvious ways it could happen. They were confident they could out maneuver Adam if they anticipated some of the things he would do or say.
Erica agreed and said that they would have to use their common sense, but they need an Establishment Clause. She explained that meant that if one of them pretended the mind control worked one way, then the mind control rules had to work the same way that for both of them. It had to follow the same consistent internal logic, or Adam would figure out he was being played and play them right back.
Adam felt guilty about controlling his mom and sister. He still went ahead and did it, though. Erica and Beverly had no guilt at all about pretending his mind control worked and tricking him. They were, after all, the ones who had to obey his orders.
Neither of them wanted anyone to know they were playing a trick on Adam, but neither of them felt an ounce of guilt about it. Beverly felt Adam might be angry with her or not be able to trust her but she planned to point out he was the one who tried to control her thoughts!
She gave an example about how, when she gets asked a tough question she can't answer, she pretends to enter a dream-like trance. "You start explaining why you are naked as some sort of teachable lesson about accepting your fat thighs or something," Erica said.
"I never said I had fat thighs!" Beverly insisted. She knew exactly what her daughter was talking about now. She had noticed it too. She was making excuses and backpedaling, and Erica was blanking out and ignoring the question. Erica said her idea was best because it was the simplest.
Beverly DID feel she had teachable moments too numerous to list. She was teaching Adam to be more assertive. She explained that to her daughter.
“If someone asks you why you are following Adam’s orders and you say it is to teach him to be more assertive what happens when he finds out? He’ll realize there is no mind control and he is being taught a valuable lesson,” Erica scoffed.
“We wouldn’t want that,” Beverly smirked. "What are you going to say if Adam orders you to tell people why you are doing what he told you?" Beverly asked her daughter what the solution should be. It thrilled Beverly to brainstorm with her daughter like this.
"Yeah, he has done that before. I don't want to confirm that it is because he told me to do it," I said.
"I think everyone knows you did not hug me so sweetly because you wanted to," Beverly summoned some tears to guilt her daughter into feeling bad about showing her mom enough affection.
"We were ordered to stand nipple to nipple," Erica reminded her mother that it was no simple hug. She ignored her mom’s attempts to guilt her into feeling bad. Beverly did that so often.
"Yeah, but my nipples are much higher than yours," Beverly smiled and rubbed her strawberry silver dollar sized nipples. "I thought it was nice spending time close that," she said.
"You would," Erica replied. She got back to the question they were trying to answer. “I love you, Mom. You know that! The fact you’d do this with me. It’s crazy but I feel like it is bringing us closer,” she said.
“Yeah, titty to titty closer,” Beverly teased her daughter and said she understood what she really meant. Beverly accepted her daughter’s offer of genuine affection and beamed with approval.

Erica smiled and said had a suggestion to their problem with being asked why they were doing such outrageous things ."I think if we get asked why we decided to do something Adam told us we can pretend we don't know why we are doing what we are doing. If he asks us too explicitly say we need his permission, we'll say that we do but not why we need it," Erica said they would just bluster and hope for the best..
"Done! I am just as confused as everyone else why I listen to my son and not my smart daughter," Beverly annoyingly pulled Erica's cheeks.
"You CAN listen to me if you lose our bet," Erica reminded her mother that she was her slave for three weeks. She also said that she'd continue any rule that Adam already had for her during that time.
"You wouldn't!" Beverly was aghast that her daughter would even joke about continuing her humiliation if she lost.
Erica pulled her own cheeks and jiggled them to simulate her mother's annoying habit of touching her face. "I would be a lot more creative at making rules than Adam, and I know you aren't really under mind control!" Erica assured her mom she was serious about continuing her mother's nudity after the three weeks was up.
"Meanie-Butt!" Beverly stuck her tongue out at her daughter. She would prefer matching t-shirts with their faces and names on them instead of matching garter belts. She wouldn't continue Erica's nude assignments, but she would definitely take advantage of three weeks of her daughter's undivided attention.
"Also, you can't leave me hanging out there! You left me out there in the living room alone!" Erica sounded hurt that her mother wasn't there for her. Beverly knew it was not genuine emotion, though.
"You hid in your room while I made the snacks," Beverly reminded her and said that she would have been down there, but Murray dragged her upstairs for some boom-boom.
"Gross!" Erica didn't want to hear about her parent's sex life.
"He really gave it to me! Unclogged my pipes like Drano and then washed me up like Mr. Clean," Beverly insisted on giving a few more unwanted details.
Erica rolled her eyes and said, "I think we need to agree that unless Adam orders us out of the kitchen or living room that we both need to hang out. No cheating!"
Beverly agreed but scoffed at the idea of cheating. She pointed out it was frequently Erica who ran off and hid in her room.
Erica said that Adam closed that loophole by forbidding her from shutting her door.
"He told you to go straight home and undress, and we found you at the mall," Beverly reminded her daughter that she and Adam caught Erica in the food court hanging out with friends. She knew Erica was being sneaky and trying to avoid hanging with her daughter. “Shame on you for cheating at this game! It was your idea!” Beverly said.
"Yeah, well, you cheated too! I'll bet as soon as we left for school you put clothes on?" Erica shot back.
"No!" Beverly denied the accusation like it was unthinkable. Then she agreed with a smirk that she spent an hour with her toy unwinding before getting dressed. Beverly explained, "Why stand around naked all day if no one is going to be home? Besides, I had to get the mail and go shopping!" she said. She pointed her coffee klatch of fellow moms frequently came by and wouldn't understand.
"I had to wear a slutty outfit at school ALL day in front of all my friends. You should have to be naked at home!" Erica insisted.
"What is the big whoop? No one is here to see me,” Beverly insisted. She suddenly realized the same case could have been walking around her house naked all these years in comfort instead of getting all dressed up to clean house alone. This was different because she couldn’t get dressed if company came over and she was concerned her friends wouldn’t understand the charade she was playing on her son – they would probably be horrified.
“They are the Bevolution! You named your group after yourself. They will do whatever you tell them. Heck, they’ll probably think it is a new aerobics trend and want to do it with you,” Erica said.

Beverly huffed but she realized that Erica was right. Her friends pretty much did do what she told them. She was still worried that a delivery driver or neighbor she couldn’t bully into believing anything she told them would stop by. The next door neighbor Bill was unemployed and frequently stopped by the house.
"Look, let's just say that Adam has one of his Ferris Bueller flashback moments where he wants to re-create that sweet Matthew Broderick movie," Erica said. Erica had a well-establish crush on Matthew Broderick and John Cusack. "If he came home early from school and caught you not following his orders, then he'd realize that we were playing him all along," Erica said.
"He caught you not following his orders at the mall!" Beverly reminded her daughter.
"I thought we agreed that the mind control wears off the further away from the house we are? You are IN the house," Erica argued that would make no sense if she was caught disobeying an order.
"I am ALWAYS in the god-damned house, Erica!" Beverly replied angrily and added, "I am a housewife!"
"Tough titties sucks to be you," Erica smirked. If her mom got the worst of this bet, that was just how the cookie crumbled, and Erica was okay with it.
Beverly thought about it and mentioned the establishment clause. She told Erica that when she took Adam for Ice Cream, he told her to lift her shirt and flash the Ice Cream parlor attendant.
"Relax, there was hardly anyone else in there," Beverly said. Then she explained how Adam insisted on watching her try on all the sexy outfits in the dressing room she bought Erica at the mall. Beverly used to watch ADAM try on outfits in the mall and then make him walk out into the store in his underwear to pick out different sizes. Beverly knew it was payback but she enjoyed the time with her son anyway.
"Gross! You already wore all my stuff?" Erica turned up her nose in disgust.
Beverly didn't deny it. She said she looked much better than Erica in the headband matching leg warmers. “I make it work,” Beverly did a cute Aerobic pose.
Erica rolled her eyes and scoffed. She folded her arms in front of her.
“Ah! You covered your boobs! Adam told you that is a no-no!” Beverly teased her daughter playfully. They were off the clock as far as she was concerned.
“Yeah, what is he going to do? Spank us?” Erica said. She and her mother chuckled for a while at the thought of Adam’s tiny hand trying to make an impact on their plump derrieres.
Erica did think about a time once when she was spanked and got turned on. She pushed those thoughts out of her head and back to the matter of hand.
"You know Adam made you buy those leg warmers for me because the brunette that looks just like me on the cover of his dirty magazine was wearing them?" Erica had found Adam's Penthouse when she snooped through his room in the past. Barry knew about it as well.
"Oh honey, you aren't that hot," Beverly teased her daughter. She built up her sons and told them they could have long careers as doctors who were also models. She liked to tease her eldest though, and that was a form of affection between the two of them. Erica could give back as much as her mom and more.
"Well, you see who he bought them for," Erica smirked triumphantly and asked what else she used to bribe Adam.
"Bribe? He ordered me to buy him things. I couldn't deny him," Beverly shrugged that she had no choice and feigned outrage that her daughter dared to question her integrity.
Alternate scenario," Erica held up a finger and described a situation where Beverly waited for Adam to get home and then made her son THINK it was all his idea that they splurge at the mall.
"Okay, that may have been more accurate," Beverly admitted that she had totally bribed her son. She was trying to buy his affection and make him feel guilty about ordering them around. If he apologized in the first three days, she automatically won.
"What else did you buy him?" Erica insisted that Beverly list off all the purchases that day. She was jealous Adam had a shopping spree more than she was upset over her mom’s attempt at bribery. Erica would have done the same thing in that situation but she wasn’t willing to admit it.
Beverly listed off what sounded like a lot of expensive electronics and video games, as well as a Coleco-vision adapter that Erica knew had to cost a pretty penny. She knew it did because her dad hit the roof every time Adam mentioned it.
"What if Dad shuts down this entire thing? If he wakes up from his nap or puts down his newspaper. He might insist we stop," Erica pointed out her dad may pop his top when he sees his credit card statement this month. He was a notorious skin-flint.

"What can he tell us to stop doing? Listening to what Adam tells us? Walking around in skimpy outfits? Looking longingly into each other's eyes and spending time together?" Beverly scoffed at the idea that her husband really ran things in the house. Beverly did run the house. She usually let everyone else feel they had some say before she told them what they were going to do and how to feel about it.
"How about Dad yells at Adam to knock it off, and then Adam orders us to stop it? Who wins?" Erica brought up an intriguing scenario.
"Obviously, I would because you can pretty easily annoy your father until he tells Adam to knock it off," Beverly said.
Erica admitted that she could wrap her Daddy around her little finger when she really wanted to do that.
Beverly thought about it and made a new rule suggestion.
"Okay, we have to help each other in our little charade. We've already agreed to be there for each other when we are in the house, Right?" Beverly acknowledged that she would accept that rule.
Erica nodded in agreement.
"We also agreed that if anyone asks us why we follow Adam's orders, we don't know. We just do," Beverly said.
"It's like why do people like Apple Jacks if they don't taste like Apple? They just do," Erica nodded.
Beverly said that they would agree no more cheating. "No manipulating the rules. I'll be naked all day if he tells me. The weekend is coming up, so that goes for you too," she said.
"Trust me; I just let Geoff Schwartz watch me jam a thumb up my butthole. I think I can handle nudity," Erica said. She was still jelly inside about what she did in front of everyone. Erica knew she was good looking but she still carried around a lot of body image issues. She was strangely excited about it how naughty it all was. The world hadn’t ended and she loved fucking with everybody’s head and making them wonder what was really going on.
"You mentioned Geoff specifically! Do you like him?" Beverly seized upon a Yenta Matchmaking moment to try to set her daughter up with an eligible boy. Geoff would probably make a fantastic husband and breadwinner.
"No!" Erica didn't want to admit she liked Geoff. He was gentle and kind. Geoff was also not like most of the bad boys that usually appealed to her. That was both good and bad because she liked bad boys and wanted someone who could butt heads with her. At the same time, they always ended up cheating on her or being selfish jerks. Erica wanted a nice guy, but she wasn't ready to admit it to herself yet. She reminded her mom they were running out of time, and they still needed to work things out.
"We also agreed if one of us does something, then it becomes established as a rule. The problem is, where do we draw the line? I flashed my tits in an ice cream parlor," Beverly said proudly. It made her feel wild, young, and desirable to do something that daring. She never would have on her own, but the fact she had been ordered to do it made it appealing to her on a level she still didn't understand.
"There was hardly anyone in there. Adam might tell me to whip my tits out at a pep rally!" Erica said.
Beverly still felt her son was a good boy with good intentions, but it was equally apparent to her that Adam was more than capable of ordering them to do something like that.
"Okay and what is the worst that can happen if you do that?" Beverly shrugged.
"I could get suspended," Erica said.
"Your mom is Beverly Goldberg. I've got the Principal's phone number on speed dial. I assure you if you get in trouble for following any of Adam's dares, I've got your back no questions asked," Beverly said.
"Gosh, that makes me feel so much better about it," Erica said sarcastically. They were nowhere closer to understanding the boundaries of Adam's authority over them.
"What if every night we tell each other everything we did that day. I mean, really spend time comparing notes. Anything you did that day at his command I'll do if he orders me to do it," Beverly's suggestion came from her natural instinct to suck up all of her daughter's time if possible. The time they spent comparing notes was a little more time.
"You'd do anything I do?" Erica asked in disbelief.
Beverly thought about it for a moment. She was queasy and apprehensive about the idea of an open offer like that. “Anything you will do, I will do!” she promised her daughter unequivocally.
“How do you know I won’t do something crazy?” Erica thought about some past judgment calls she made when she was a Freshman at Penn Academy. She wondered if her mom would have done those with her under the same agreement.
Erica once tried out to join a club of popular girls and ended up being hazed and spanked. She hadn’t thought about that time until she started this game with her mother. She hid her participation from Beverly at the time. “Just make sure you don’t chicken out then,” Erica warned her mom with a smug grin.
"I know you have good judgment because you'd ALSO have to do anything I would do! If one of us already did it once, then it is fair game. We've already established he can order either of us to do the same thing after that. There would be no limit to how frequently he can order it again," Beverly reminded her daughter to be careful.
"So if Adam can order you to spend 200 dollars on video games, then I can order you to spend 5,000 dollars on a brand new cherry red VW bug when I win this bit?" Erica smiled greedily.
"I see your point. We could pull a Murray," Beverly said. When Erica didn't have the foggiest idea what her mother meant, Beverly described it by acting it out. She hit her head and waved her arms in dismay. "If I ask Murray to take me out to eat, he may say yes. If I tell him I want the Lobster, then he starts to act like this," Beverly imitated him in a very animated way.
Erica recognized that look immediately from the many times she asked him to fund a band camp or field trip. They both shared a long, warm-hearted chuckle about their father's tight-fisted temper tantrums and shortcomings. They both loved Murray very much and accepted he'd never change being a skin-flint or a hothead, and they didn't want him to change.
"He may just keep asking," Erica reminded her. She pointed out that they couldn't just do her father's follow up move when they kept asking over and over, hoping he would give in or say "Go away, you Moron! Scram!"
That elicited another laugh from the girls.
They heard their names being called down the hallway. They had to decide quickly what their new rules would be.
"Coming! Just taking care of lady business! Want me to come down and show you?" Beverly bought the girls a little more time by suggesting she show her son her tampons and feminine hygiene products. Adam and the guys definitely had no interest in that.
"Today, when Adam told me to fart on Barry's face, I couldn't do it," Erica had an epiphany.
"That's very mature of you," Beverly said with a chuckle. It wouldn't be the first time that her kids farted on each other in a family brawl.
"No, I don't mean I couldn't because I felt bad about doing it. I’ve farted on Barry plenty of times. I just didn't need to fart right then. I offered to queef instead," Erica said.
"You queefed on Barry? in front of everybody?" Beverly was flabbergasted at how outrageous that must have been.
"Yeah, and you will too if he orders you to do it. That is what we just agreed to," Erica reminded her mother, and Beverly reluctantly agreed. She was a little more discreet than her daughter when it came to ripping them at the table with the rest of the family. "I am saying that if he suggests something you can't or won't do, and then you pull a Murray. If he doesn't relent, then you offer him something you will do," she said.
"So if your brother told you to flash the entire gymnasium during a pep rally and wouldn't relent, then what would you offer instead?" Beverly just wanted to be sure she understood what they were talking about before giving it a final agreement.
Erica thought for a moment. That was a particularly hard one because she didn't want to be the laughing stock of her school. She pretended for a moment that she was fighting the mind control and explained that she liked to scare Adam. "He thinks I'll break his lock on me. I like to rattle his cage," she said.
Beverly said that was fine with her and smirked mischievously.
"I..I can't Adam. I will get suspended. Can I make it look like an accident that my shorts fell down around my ankles?" she said.
"Oh, that is brilliant!" Beverly was ready to rejoin everyone downstairs and whip up an incredible meal. She wanted to energize Murray for some amazing sex tonight. He had become increasingly turned on by her in stockings and ravished her. That re-kindled excitement made all of this worth it to Beverly. She promised her daughter that she'd run interference if her father got annoyed with them, but if he did put a stop to it, then they'd have to declare a stalemate.
"I've one more thing before we go," Erica promised she'd make it snappy. She was reluctant to bring it up, but she wanted to make it clear. They agreed to no sex in the initial rules. Erica pointed out that they'd have to give alternatives rather than tell Adam no and that they never really defined what sex was.
"Sex!" Beverly couldn't believe it wasn't obvious what sex meant. "When a man's penis cums inside one of your holes,” Beverly made it clear that was all that needed to be said on the topic.
"Gross," Erica was disgusted when she realized her mom meant even sex in the butt. Erica was very familiar with anal sex but she pretended to be disgusted.
Beverly had anal sex with Murray twice in two days which was more than she had done in years and found it strangely pleasurable. It felt like Murray was dominating and controlling her. It made her feel very girly-girl afterward despite the pain and discomfort. Beverly felt like she should go bang her husband’s clothes on a rock by a river to clean them like an old school pioneer woman.
She said that she’d acknowledge her son was a pervert and Barry and his friend’s influence encouraged him to make naughty demands on them but that he wouldn’t order them to have sex.
“He ordered me to jam my thumb up my butt,” Erica stated bluntly that Adam might just push the boundaries of sexual definitions.
Beverly blinked as she took that in. If she had recently experienced anal sex again she might have folded on this entire experience. “Establishment clause,” she reminded her daughter and held up her thumb. “It is just a matter of where you are and whose hole you are poking it into,” Beverly made a popping sound with her mouth and pretended to jab her thumb into someone’s imaginary asshole.
Erica scrunched her nose as well. If Adam had ordered that on the first day there was no question she would have lost the game and been her mother’s loyal slave for three weeks at her beck and call. The fact that they had come this far together and her mother was willing to do it too made the strange behavior seem more acceptable.
Beverly repeated her definition that no cum/dick meant no sex. She hoped it wouldn’t come to them finding out where the boundary truly was but she felt that was a line she wouldn’t cross and Erica shouldn’t either.
"I don't normally let guys cum in my mouth," Erica imitated a blowjob by opening her mouth, pushing her tongue out her cheek and then pantomiming a giant cock going in and out of her throat. It was as vulgar a joke as she would have done in front of her girlfriends from school. She never admitted anything about her sex-life in front of her mother until tonight. She realized they had both opened up to each other during this game.
"You had pre-marital sex?" Beverly said in shock and horror. She knew very well that Erica had pre-marital sex because she washed her laundry and found the cum stains. She also knew Erica was on the pill. They both had a mutual understanding to never talk about it with each other.
"No, never!" Erica lied with a smile.
"Whether you spit it out or swallow a blowjob is still sex," Beverly explained the obvious to her daughter. Beverly prided herself on swallowing. It was a quick gobble of a spoonful of goo and made things much more tidy that way.
"When I say they don't cum inside me, I mean they pull out and spooge on my face or all over my ass," she said.
"Anytime a man's penis goes inside you, then that is sex," Beverly amended her definition.
"You didn't mention hand jobs?" Erica said. Beverly and Erica were simultaneously aroused and uncomfortable with this line of conversation. It was especially taboo since it was about what Adam could order them to do.
"If a cock goes in you or as a result of your actions, causes a man to blow his load, then I think that is sex. I washed Adam in the bathtub until he was 12 and made me stop," Beverly said. Erica looked at her with a curious expression. "I had to wash him everywhere. His little tush and his dickie," Beverly said. If he ordered her to bathe him again, then she would. “I could wash his dick without pulling him off,” Beverly shrugged. She would love for things to go back to the way they were when Adam was little and needed her to bathe him.

“Gross,” Erica turned up her nose at the idea of her mom washing her brother’s dick.
“Just sayin,” Beverly said she washed his bottom too.
“What about Barry?” she asked.
“Until he was eight. Then there are some things even a momma won’t do,” Beverly chuckled.
Erica remembered her mom also bathed her until she was about eight or nine. She always insisted she could do it but Beverly would say “I know you can do it. I am going to do it RIGHT though,” and do it for her anyway. She chuckled for a moment as she thought about those old times that would never come again.
"Do you think he'd order me to bathe him?" Erica shivered in disgust at the very thought.
"Establishment clause! I already did it, so you would too! Those are the rules!" Beverly smiled broadly but added that she'd hope Adam would choose her.
"What if he orders you not to have sex with Dad?" Erica said.
"I'd pull a Murray and offer something else. It's been amazing the last two days and even better than my honeymoon," Beverly assured her daughter.
They both agreed that anything outside of that narrow definition of sex was now a gray area that depended on their discretion and the establishment clause.
"No secrets!" Beverly took her daughter's hand and squeezed tightly. The irony of the fact their entire game was a secret was lost on her. "We have to be closer than the bond of sisters. This is the bond between mother and daughter! An eternal covenant that is stronger than steel! I know you will be a worthy competitor, but we also have each other's back. You have to tell me everything Adam orders you to do, and I'll do the same. I may even keep a journal or something! My rule of thumb is if you can do it, then I will do it. Once it is established by one of us, then it is on the table. Are you in?" she asked her daughter.
"I am in," Erica placed her hand on her mother's hand without hesitation.
"Great! Let's get downstairs and show them how to make something spectacular out of leftover chicken parmesan and a mother and daughter’s unyielding bond!" Beverly said enthusiastically. She was re-energized and ready to have fun with this naughty little game.
"We could also order pizza instead! I know this great place on Old York Road that delivers," Erica suggested as she followed her mother downstairs to whatever fresh hell the boys had cooked up for them. They were both still extremely nervous and apprehensive. There were so many unknowns that it seemed both bewildering and thrilling at the same time. The two of them weren’t sure anymore if they were doing this to see how far they could go to make Adam realize his mistake. They may never have admitted it but both of them for entirely different reasons were enjoying the game they were playing.
Despite their concerns they were both more excited and energized than ever to face it together.
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