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THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.
Chapter Eight

The Breakfast Table before School with Adam, Erica and Beverly
"What is it Smoopy?" Beverly addressed all her kids Smoopy as a nickname when she thought they might be feeling down.
She wondered if Adam had finally come to his senses and was going to put a stop to this. She was hopeful she would win the bet, own Erica's personal attention for three weeks and still be able to wind up her husband in the bedroom now that she knew what turned him on.
The bet had been a hasty decision. Beverly never thought it would last longer than three days. If Adam didn’t come to his sentences then she assumed that her daughter would surely chicken out and tire of obeying her son. The only way the bet was going to end is if one of them gave up and Beverly assured herself that she wasn’t going to be the one to do that.

Not only was she too stubborn to give in but she also enjoyed the shared camaraderie with Erica. The bet was intensely humiliating but Beverly Goldberg would do anything to be with her kids – even this!
"I am sorry,” Adam said. He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked at them sympathetically.
Beverly wasn't so sure she was ready to win the bet just yet anyway. She wanted at least one more day to drive Murray wild. Erica realized that she may have been wrong about her brother all along. She had bet on him to being selfish, self-serving, and controlling just like her. She would probably lose the bet and have to spend three weeks making pottery and shopping for useless bric-a-brac at the mall.
She wasn't sure what was truly was more humiliating? A nearly see-thru shirt with no bra or wearing matching Mother and Daughter T-shirts with their names on them.
"Things around here have been a little weird," Adam looked up at the ceiling like he had the words there. He wanted to bail on his plan. He had prepared what he would say this morning. He just couldn't find the right words to say it.
Adam quickly remembered that he had folded up a sheet of paper with his ideas written on them. He was inspired last night and didn't want to forget. This morning he wondered if they still made sense like they did when he thought them up. He grabbed his folded list and handed it to them. They read it and looked at him.
"You can't be serious?" the girls asked gravely as they looked over what he wrote.
Adam instantly grabbed the paper and realized his mistake. He had not SAID the words out loud. The mind control must only trigger with his voice. It made sense to him.
He began to read the new rules. His voice was shaky because now that he thought about it, some of his rules did seem a little heavy-handed.
"This applies to both you Erica Goldberg and Beverly Goldberg. It has come to my attention that there has been a lapse in discipline and structure here. I am going to layout rules that apply to each of you. These are forever rules. They do not expire unless I tell you the rule is no longer applicable," he said nervously. It was too late now that he had shown them the rules. He had to read them. The girls looked genuinely concerned. He was worried they'd treat this like they would a suggestion from Barry if he didn't say it out loud.
"Then they aren't forever rules," Erica replied snarkily. "Forever rules are forever. If they can end, then they are just until you say rules," she said smugly.
"Okay, here are the new until I say rules," Adam read them out loud. The girls had already read the paper. They humored him and pretended to acknowledge each one as he read them out loud.
"You will not shut any interior door unless I permit you," Adam said. He looked at them as if waiting for a comment. They nodded in agreement.
"You will open Erica's door anytime it is closed," he said. He was trying to cover any technicality.
Erica raised her hand and asked what she should do if it is locked.
"Unlock it," Adam reminded her it was her room, and the lock could be popped with a coat hanger.
Adam had a bombshell rule for them next. He wasn't sure how they'd react to this one.
"You will both strip completely naked when you enter the house. If I am not home, you will go about your business. If I am home, you will greet me and stand with your arms up and your legs apart and wait for me to give you permission to go about your business," he told them.
Instead of disputing the rule, the two girls look bewildered that he even needed to ask. They seemed fully willing to obey his every whim without question. It was a farce and the more outlandish Adam made the rules the more they smiled and nodded approvingly. Erica was convinced her father would shut this all down once things became extreme.
She was a little worried how she’d live down anything she did in the meantime but right now she smiled and grinned like she agreed with everything he said.
Then Erica started her questions.
"Is it like this?" Erica stood up with her arms above her head and jiggled them. "Or this?" She asked and stood in the attention position from her Trilogy days. Her legs were apart, Mouth slightly open, hands behind head with her fingers interlaced.
"The second one," Adam liked that much better and told them to do it now.
Beverly took a moment to get the position just right and adopted it.
"What if we aren't sure if you are home, and we need to go looking for you?" Beverly asked before Adam could read the next rule.
"You can leave your spot after you wait five minutes if you don't see me," Adam erased the rule and added that stipulation to it.
Beverly and Erica winked at each other when he looked back down at his paper. Adam’s little hands were shaking as he read the rules as if he was a young, nervous Moses holding the commandments.
“You will both ask my permission to use the bathroom. If I am not here, you will ask Barry or Dad. If no one is home but you, then you may go anytime you like,” he said.
“No, they can’t tell us what to do,” Erica wasn’t entertaining the notion that anyone else could order her to do things. She was already concerned Adam was going to make her do very naughty things. She knew Barry would have no qualms about making her go down on the entire JTP.
“You are just saying words to them and waiting for them to tell you the word Yes,” Adam countered. He was ready for that stipulation.
"What if no one else is home, but Bill Lewis comes over?" Beverly mentioned Lainey's Dad. He was Murray's friend and their neighbor. He frequently came over during the day. Bill was lonely and bored, and he liked to suck up Beverly’s time. She didn’t want to ask him permission to use the bathroom in her own home.
"You should ask Bill's permission," Adam said, and he began to update the rule. He told them that then when in doubt to ask permission.
"What if they don't give the permission?" Erica folded her arms and frowned.
“No crossing your arms!” Adam insisted that he had explicitly ordered her to never try to cover her boobs when she was naked. “You believe that your tits are beautiful. You both do! You both want to be seen as sexy! Neither of you mind if people look at your body! In fact, you love showing off and being on display! Your greatest desire is to be naked. If you have to wear clothes, you don’t close your legs when you sit. I want you to smile, jiggle, and wiggle while you walk. You don’t fold your arms across your chest. You want to wear as little clothing as possible because you want to show off and flirt! You won’t even mind if someone looks up your skirt and makes it obvious!” Adam said.
That was a spontaneous rule and not one he had written down. It was rambling and long, but he was excited. He made it clear in no uncertain terms that the girls were now nothing less than exhibitionists.
Erica uncrossed her arms reluctantly. She wanted him to still feel in control, but she wasn’t happy about what he had just told her.
His mother smiled broadly. “You think I am beautiful?” she asked him for validation.
“Yes, you both are! I need you to both believe you are beautiful and sexy! You don’t care who looks at you because you are worthy of being looked at! You want them to see you,” he said almost as if he was trying to use hypnotic suggestion on them. Erica and her mom smiled at his flattery.
“Now, will you ask Dad or Barry at least if you can be excused to use the bathroom?” he asked them.
“If we can remember,” Erica said with the flick of her eye. She was on the fence about it. Her mother smirked at her.
“Okay, that is what brings me to my final rule of this morning,” Adam said somberly. The final rule was something he fantasized a lot about but was nervous to admit even to his willing slaves. He knew it was particularly naughty and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about the girls carrying it out.
“There will be more rules?” Erica looked shocked that he expected to bring out more rules at a later date. She could barely remember the ones they had now.
1. Come in the house and strip immediately – wait for him in Inspection position
2. No shutting interior doors without express permission from him
3. Have to ask permission at home to use the bathroom unless no one is home.
(No guidelines on what to do if they don’t get it)
4. Must not hide nudity, must not cross legs when seated, must jiggle and wiggle while walking.
5. Must push up nose and oink like a pig any time they drink tea he makes for them.
6. Must come to his room in the morning and let him select their outfit – may not change without permission. No bras or panties
7. Both can only wear clothes if they leave the house
Adam summed up the existing rules before he would tell them his final rule of the morning. Erica looked annoyed that Adam was being overly dramatic. She wanted him to just spit it out.
He looked even more apprehensive than earlier, which only made the girl’s chuckle. They liked how nervous he was. It made them feel powerful even though he held all the cards. Once he summarized the existing rules, they really seemed quite tame compared to what Barry might have made them do.
It was almost nothing compared to Erica’s Concession week. She was ready for Adam to bring on his nasty rule. She told herself she was not afraid of what he was going to make her do. The fact he didn’t just spit it out was what made her nervous.
“I’ve noticed that when I give an order, there is a decided lack of response time and enthusiasm,” he said.
Erica put her hand on her hip and pursed her lips with an expression that suggested he was Captain Obvious.
“Therefore, and officially from now on,” Adam read the words on the paper, and his hands trembled. It sounded so much more official in his head when he wrote them down. Now that he said it, he was reluctant to say them. The girls looked at him with wide-expectant eyes that he should just go ahead and spit it out.
“You both feel you should be more helpful and pleasant around the house. Your greatest desire short of being naked and Adam Goldberg’s happiness is that you be immediately corrected if you express any of the following behaviors; Pushiness, rudeness, impatience, anger, vanity, rudeness,” he said. He told them they will openly admit any wrong doing and ask for punishment on the spot from this moment on.
“You said rudeness already,” Beverly was already rolling her eyes.
“Interrupting while someone is talking,” Adam tried not to smile. He had intentionally added the second rudeness to the list expecting to be interrupted. “Laziness, tardiness, bullying, manipulation with guilt trips, tantrums,” He continued listing off their shortcomings. He also specifically included dishonesty and failure to execute his orders as he intended to the best of their ability.
“Okay, no problem,” Erica shrugged like it was no big deal.
Adam wasn’t finished.
“To that end, you will recognize when you have exhibited these behaviors and be extra sensitive to them. You will report to me on your own transgressions and failings in your duties, or tell on each other,” he paused and looked at them. “You will accurately and honestly tell on each other and not intentionally try to get each other in trouble,” he decided to amend his rule and scratched out his original notes.
They smirked at each other. Beverly and Erica were a team now in their little charade. They would have both intentionally gotten each other in trouble had they not made their agreement.
“You will report to me and say that one of you has done wrong, and why I should correct your behavior,” he concluded while folding his paper.
“So you want us to come to you and tell you that we have been naughty, and you are going to punish us?” Erica chuckled. She knew that Adam was a pervert, but he was spineless as far as she was concerned. She didn’t think he was capable of disciplining her – at least not how it happened during Concession week.
“Yes, that is good, tell me you were naughty,” Adam unfolded his paper. He made a note of that before asking if there were any more questions because there was only twenty more minutes left before they had to go to school. Barry left with the JTP earlier in the morning. They liked to go on a Donut run before school.
“How exactly are you going to correct us?” Beverly winced a little at the possibility that her son would turn the tables on her and start punishing her now. Up to this point, they could resist and take their time obeying orders. They could be snarky and goofy. His new instructions rendered that much more difficult.
“I would put you in the corner for small infractions and spank you for bigger ones,” Adam said like that should be obvious.
They both laughed extremely hard at the notion Adam could spank either of them properly. Adam was physically much weaker than both of them. He was all around smaller than both of them. The physical logistics of how they might do it seemed laughable. They pictured lying across his lap and crushing him with their body weight before he could give them one swat.

Adam assumed that they would obey him even if they laughed at his answers. He wasn’t thrilled they were laughing at his consequences. His mom spanked him with shoes, forks, just about anything at hand, but it had been a long time since the last time he got one. Adam assumed it was pretty easy to do. His mom never hit hard. The intent was to just make him ashamed of doing something bad.
“If that is what you want,” Beverly said when she got control of her senses and stopped laughing her ass off. “Would you mind planting one on Momma’s kisser, so she knows just how hard it is going to sting?” she smacked her butt cheek and offered her ass to him.
Adam hit her butt as hard as he could. Her ass cheek jiggled slightly and quivered. He heard the slapping sound. The palm of his hand stung. He felt he had done an excellent job demonstrating that HE could spank them. “Did you feel that?” he asked proudly.
“Feel what?” Beverly looked at him with a straight face. She had felt his love-tap of a swat. It felt sad and pathetic. Murray had spanked her in the bed last night, and she was a tough woman. She wouldn’t break easily with a little tap. She was just having a little laugh at his expense. Her body language suggested she wasn’t afraid of this either, but she told him he would have better luck with a hairbrush.
“Go get a hairbrush!” Adam insisted his mother obey him as he took a bite of his waffle.
“At once!” Beverly dashed upstairs like it was her life’s ambition to carry out his orders.
Erica was fuming. This was cutting into her time to get herself ready for school, and she didn’t want to add being late on top of wearing a slut’s outfit to school.
Beverly was back in a moment, and she handed the hairbrush to her son like she was the Lady of the Lake extending Excalibur. Adam made a Jedi Light Saber sound with his mouth as he swung it around.
“How should I stand for this? Like this?” Beverly told him to try again and bent at the waist. She grabbed her thighs.
“No, grab your ankles and spread your legs wider,” Adam insisted.
“Okay, take your best shot,” Beverly did as she was told. She knew he was looking at her wet pussy and her puffy asshole. Murray had really pounded her hard last night. She joked to herself that he’d be the one to pay the therapy bills if something he saw between her legs frightened him.
-Ploop-
Beverly’s eyes grew as wide as they could possibly be. Spankings don’t make a sound like “ploop.” They make a sound like “Wap.” She didn’t register what had just happened because it was so shocking to her.
Adam was genuinely confused about what his mother was suggesting. She thought he was going to use the flat of the hairbrush to paddle her ass. She had done it to all her kids, and her mother had done it to her. It seemed like something that didn’t need an explanation.
Adam had stuck the brush end first into his mother’s asshole and pushed it in. There was no resistance because she was still moist and loose from last night. He pushed the brush all the way up to the bristles into her asshole. Erica smirked at her mother’s exasperation. Adam was simply too naïve to know that his mother was suggesting he spank her with it.
Beverly’s mouth hung open in shock. The brush didn’t feel half bad – although she was completely mortified. This was much more humiliating than pretending to be a cat at the table. The only way she got out of that pickle was being so sexy that Murray chased her upstairs and had his way with her.
“I think she thought you were going to spank her,” Erica nodded with amusement.
“Why? If I hit you with the brush or my hand, it would have the same impact,” Adam asked.
“He has you there,” Erica smirked at her mother, who was huffing slightly. She reached behind herself to pull the brush out.
“You may not pull the brush out. Leave it in,” Adam told his mother, and she removed her hands and stood up. She glared at him. It was already ‘established’ now that she’d allow this. The worst part was it was turning her on something fierce.
“What is that white stuff dripping out of your pussy?” Adam felt uncomfortable mentioning his mom had a pussy, but that was what it was. He saw a long strand of her cum mixed with some semen hanging down.
“That is mom’s excitement to start following the new rules,” Erica smiled.
Adam told her to snap it off and clean herself up. He said that was another thing he’d want to punish her for. “I don’t want you walking around aroused,” he said. He was aroused himself, and they could see his boner pushing through his underwear. Beverly didn’t want to say that it was punishment itself that was causing her an acute orgasm right now.
“Put your nose in the corner and hold your ass cheeks apart,” Adam shrugged. He wanted to punish his mom, but spanking and corner time were the only things he could think of. She wouldn’t care if he put her on restriction. She was home almost all of the time and didn’t care about TV programs.
He puzzled out loud whether he could ask his Dad or Barry to punish them. He knew that they wouldn’t do what they told them to do. He didn’t mind talking through his ideas to control them with himself out loud in front of them. Even though it was obvious he was giving them orders, the girls seemed complacent and willing to accept that he had the ability to simply do that. They seemed to harbor no real resentment toward him for the orders he gave them.
He saw no reason not to share his problem with his Mom and Sister since he had just told them that they MUST want to be punished if they misbehave.
“Erica, do you want to be punished if you are pushy, rude, or in any way unpleasant?” Adam asked his sister.
“You bet!” Erica tried to hide her sarcasm but wasn’t doing that well.
Adam felt like he could make them more obedient if they had consequences for their sarcasm. He felt they were sometimes resistant to his orders, and he wanted to see if the fear of punishment would change that.
Adam asked if she believed her mom should be punished for the same behavior, and this time Erica didn’t have to pretend. She was all for it.
“If I wasn’t here to punish you, then what could work instead to keep you in line?” he was hoping she had an idea.
Erica drew upon her experience in Trilogy. She pulled the brush from her mother’s ass like she was sliding Excalibur out of the stone on top of an anvil. She immediately spanked her mother twice across the ass cheeks to make her release her hands. It was hard and not at all playful. “Count!” she insisted her mother keep count of each stroke.
“One!” her mother gasped after Erica gave her a mighty swat to the ass. Erica said she would provide her with ten of those. Adam was surprised that Beverly gasped and seemed flustered. “I could turn her around,” Erica spun her mother around and told her to stand at attention. She moved her mother’s arms behind her head to simulate the position they had to stand at the door in. “Spank her on the boobs,” Erica gave her mom two cracks across the nipples. Beverly thought she was going to piss herself from the sudden wave of pleasure she got. The paddle smashed her nipples flat. Erica made her count two when she demonstrated.

Adam smiled.
Erica kicked her mother legs further apart and told her to stand like that. “If she was really naughty, I could spank her on the cunt-hole,” she said. She hadn’t meant to use that word. It just slipped out. At least she told herself she hadn’t intended to use it. She wasn’t sure now. Thoughts about Trilogy were coming back to her and she was basing her punishments on the kind she received as a Freshman.

She followed through with an explosive splosh with the hairbrush against her mother’s pussy.
Beverly held the position with her arms behind her head and looked straight ahead. She was mortified and panting. Her daughter had just used a word that neither of them used except when describing very dirty women.
“Wow, say that again,” Adam said.
“Cunt-hole,” Erica over-enunciated the word. It had been drilled into her when she was in Trilogy. She hadn’t used the word since. It sounded funny and extremely taboo to say out loud in front of her brother and mother. She felt embarrassed but strangely empowered by taking the word back.
“Say more things like that,” he instructed her to keep talking in the same vulgar manner.
“Cum-hole,” she tapped her lips, and then she tapped her butt and called it a “Shit-Hole.”
Adam’s mind was blown. He ordered them both to only refer to their mouths, pussies, and assholes in those terms. He knew he was running behind, and they still had to wash and get ready. There were more naughty words and rituals that Trilogy used, but Erica wasn’t inclined to share any more than that yet.
Adam’s final rule that morning was that they want to be disciplined by him. “I am empowering you to discipline each other at home. You can put each other in the corner or spank each other for up to twenty swats. It is up to you to decide the severity of the infraction. If you do something wrong yourself, you should ask me first, but if I am not available, you will punish each other. If you are alone, then you may stand in the corner for 15 minutes and tell me about it when I get home,” he said. He made all of that up off the top of his head and planned to write it in his rules.
“Go ahead and put the hairbrush back in Mom’s shit-hole, and you two can get ready. Mom, we are going to be late for school so you can drive us today,” Adam was feeling like a champion. He never said the word Shit in front of his mother until today. It felt liberating to do it now. This couldn’t have gone any better as far as he was concerned.
His mother was still reeling from what had just happened. She pretended to have a mental short-circuit and said, “Put the brush back in my shit-hole? Without washing it first?” she asked politely.
“Wash it first, Erica,” Adam said with a shrug. It was a trivial concern as far as he was concerned. It had been in his mother’s butt, and it was going back in until they were ready to leave.
If you asked Erica why she did this, she wouldn’t have an answer. It may have just been thinking about those days in Trilogy when they washed all their sex toys with their mouths. They used their mouths to eat pussy, to kiss, to suck dicks, and clean them off. Erica had been able to get over the disgusting factor by repetition with Lainey. They practiced gobbling and slurping their butt plug over and over after it had been inside them every night between challenges. She licked the toy after it was slick with spit, pussy juices, or ass-sweat. They swapped toys enough that it didn’t matter whose it was. Erica licked the salt from her friend’s sweaty tummy and the dirt between her toenails just to be ready to impress her Leader at the next challenge. She wanted desperately to have the leader’s approval, and she was willing to degrade herself in any way possible to get it.
Erica opened her mouth and throated the entire handle of the hairbrush. She didn’t gag or struggle as she pushed it passed her tonsils and into her throat like an obscene sword swallower. It was another talent she developed that week in concession. She pulled it out and kissed the tip of the hairbrush before planting it in her mother’s asshole with a little twist to ensure it was seated correctly.
The reason she did what she did was most likely because she wanted to shock Adam or her mom. It may have been she did it because she just wanted to shock herself and see if she had the guts to go through with it. It was no accident. It was definitely above and beyond what Adam could have ever imagined or expect was possible.
Beverly looked at her daughter with a new found respect and awe. She couldn’t deep throat seven inches of the brush handle. She didn’t think any woman could do that.
“Yes, you will both have a hairbrush and keep them clean that way,” he said.
“How long do we leave the hairbrush in during punishments?” Erica asked. She was riding high on an adrenalin wave. She assumed that the hairbrush was required for standing in the corner.
“You will both clean and then insert your hairbrush as soon as you get home before you stand at attention. You will keep it in your shit-hole until you have permission to remove it to use the bathroom. You can use it to spank each other,” Adam smiled. He imagined that the women would be self-contained and equipped with a hairbrush at hand anytime he wanted to spank them himself.
“Your dad won’t allow this,” Beverly was flushed. She was wickedly excited by what just happened to her and yet unable to fully believe that somehow they could function as a family this way. She knew Murray had gone along with everything so far, but she assumed this new rule would exceed his limits. She was hoping someone might apply the brakes on things before Adam realized she had a toy upstairs to fit perfectly in her cunt-hole. A naughty smile spread across Beverly’s face when she realized she was already referring to her body parts in her thoughts the way Erica had instructed her too. She hadn’t thought of a pussy. It was a cunt-hole. That was such a vulgar and obscene term! She couldn’t believe how much it turned her on to dare think it.
“You have never had a problem telling Dad how things are going to be. You will be pushy and assertive with him about obeying my orders. You won’t be punished for that,” Adam decided to write that into his rules as well. He led the girls upstairs so he could get ready for school. He graciously decided Erica didn’t have to insert a hairbrush in her shit-hole because they needed to hurry.
“Oh, aren’t you worried that if Erica flies off the handle and needs a butt whoopin’, we’ll only have one paddle?” Beverly smirked at her daughter as she waddled after her son upstairs. The brush in her ass made her feel like sticking her butt out further while she walked. She felt like she was moving like a duck.
“You can use each other’s brush or your hands,” Adam said graciously as he changed in his bedroom. He left his door open. The girls would use the bathroom to get ready.
Together the girls used the upstairs bathroom. Erica fired up her crimping iron and started getting ready like what happened was entirely normal. She was smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
Her mom pulled the hair brush out of her ass and looked at it. She plopped down on the toilet seat to take a morning piss. “Well this is another fine mess you’ve gotten me into, Ollie!” she joked in a hushed whisper so her son wouldn’t hear.
“What is that from? Tom and Jerry?” Erica didn’t get the dated reference. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“No, and it doesn’t matter! I am beginning to think your brother has a point about your attitude needing adjustment,” Beverly said as she sniffed the brush and finished pissing.
“Your attitude is MUCH worse than mine,” Erica grabbed the brush out of her mother’s hands and cleaned it with her mouth before handing it back. She scoffed and told her Mother not to smell it or think about it first. “Just do it! It will make it much easier,” she warned her Mom.
“What happened to being a team?” Beverly hissed in a low whisper.
“We are a team,” Erica smiled at her mother while looking her in the eyes. Her fingers slid over another hairbrush. She picked it up and pushed it down her throat expertly while maintaining eye contact with her mother. She kissed the tip once she removed it and reached behind herself and slid it up her butt. She clenched her asshole to grip it. She had a brave face, but inside she was wondering if she truly had gone too far just now. It was just the talk of punishment sparked old memories in her.

“I’ll wear it if you wear it,” she promised her mom.
“I’d like to see your face the first time you waddle around the house with a hair brush up your ass in front of your Dad and Barry!” Beverly wiped her pussy with a small folded piece of toilet paper as she stood up and flushed the toilet.
“I’d like to see YOUR face when YOU do it,” Erica assured her mom and nodded at the recently slick and cleaned hairbrush her mother was holding.
“You will,” Beverly insisted that was going to happen but seemed reluctant to reinsert the brush.
“Look, when you get home from dropping us off at school go to the butt cabinet,” Erica offered some advice. She suggested her Mother go through her cabinet of dedicated tushy-medicines and lube up with some Vaseline and preparation H. “It will make this easier if you grease up a few times a day,” she said. Erica reminded her she wouldn’t have to wear the hairbrush while she was at school but said it would be the first place she went when she had the chance to do the same thing.
Her mom was surprised that her daughter knew this. She was also flattered that her daughter finally found a use for her mother’s obsession with creating dedicated repositories for medicines to treat specific body-parts and ailments.
“How did you learn how to do that?” Beverly whispered as she put the hairbrush up to her lips. She was curious how she had taken the entire length down her throat without throwing up.
Beverly was no longer demanding an explanation for her daughter’s outrageously over the top performance downstairs. What was done is done, and it was time to move on. They couldn’t go back and erase what just happened in front of Adam if they wanted too. They could either confront him or continue the game. There were no other options and neither girl was ready to confront him. They weren’t afraid of him. They both had their reasons for playing but the consequences of losing the bet was now secondary. They were both fascinated and curious where this strange game was headed.
“Can you teach me how to do that?” Beverly asked her daughter to teach her how to deep throat a comb. She imagined Murray’s face the first time she could throat his balls down her gullet.
“Do what? Deep throat a brush like a dick?” Erica smirked and took her mother’s hairbrush and did it again. “It helps to keep it clean and makes it easy to slide back in,” she shrugged.
“Yeah, but when did YOU learn to do that and WHY?” Beverly took the hairbrush back.
Erica wasn’t ready to spill the beans about Trilogy to her mom. She also didn’t have enough time to tell her all about it. They still needed to compare notes about what they did last night. “I think I learned it for the play Annie? Remember? It’s a hard-ass life! Instead of treated WE get tricked,” she said as she reached around her mother and popped the brush handle into her ass. Her mother put up very little resistance and it just slid right in.
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