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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 13, Family Agreement

Stunned, Marie stared at her husband.  Then, more to herself than 
to anyone else, she whispered, "Randy's wife?  She knew?  How 
could she know?"  She looked at her husband, then at each of her 
children.  "Were you in on this?  Did you know about this?"

They shook their heads.  Brett spoke.  "As soon as that guy took 
you into the kitchen, Blondy put away his knife and released Rick 
and me.  Then very briefly and, I might add, politely, he 
explained to us that this entire episode was a plan conceived by 
Randy's wife to get back at you for the affair you are having 
with her husband."  

Brett went on to say Blondy had explained how Randy's wife wanted 
Marie to feel some of the hurt she felt.  "She truly wanted to 
humiliate you in front of us, your family."

The time it took for Brett to finished this explanation was 
enough for him to gain control of himself.  As he spoke, he 
became much more calm, and his voice changed to a slow, 
deliberateness as he spoke more quietly to his wife, "Marie, I 
guess you really don't care who you screw, do you?"  

"Oh, you have to understand," Marie started to say.

Theresa cut her off.  "I understand plenty!"  She stepped around 
in front of her mother and brazenly posed before her, as if to 
make the most of her personal nudity.  The effect was not wasted 
on Marie or any of the other members of the family.  "Because of 
what you did, those awful men came here.  Because of you, I had 
to run around here stark naked in front of everyone.  Why, I even 
had to go out on the deck ...like this."  She held her hands out 
from her sides, indicating her exposed naked body.

"But you see...," Marie started again.

"Oh, I see clearly," Theresa continued.  "I saw how easy it was 
for you to flaunt your sex in front of us all.  You sucked Dad 
like we weren't even here.  You masturbated like a slut, and what 
I couldn't believe was you actually got off in front of us!  Then 
you even offered to do oral sex on your son.  Was I next?  Did 
you screw the guy with the pigtail while you were alone with him 
here in the kitchen?  You didn't even hesitate when I offered you 
that hot dog, even when I told you it was Dad's penis!  Mother!  
How could you?  How could you do all that?  How could you even 
think about doing the stuff you did so readily?  Are you, like 
they said, that much of a slut?"

Rick picked up the condemnation, "I never, ever thought I would 
see my mother diddle herself in front of me like that.  I think 
you actually wanted to have sex with me."

"See what I mean," Brett snapped.  "Your children have lost 
respect for you, and it's all because you went and spread your 
legs for the neighbor.  For that nitwit, Randy, of all people!  
Marie, how could you?"

"Well," Marie tried to compose herself under this onslaught from 
her family.  "Well, it seemed rather exciting at the time."  That 
was all she could think to say, but she couldn't keep from 
grinning.  There was no excuse, she knew.  All she could do now 
was try to make it up to her family.  "What do you want me to do?  
How can I make it up to you?  Or can I?  Isn't there something I 
can do?"

"We'll have to think about that," Brett said calmly.  "I suggest 
we clean up and take a little time to get hold of ourselves.  
Then I want us to have a family conference so we can talk about 
what we do next.  Rick and Theresa, we need to talk.  And, no, 
Marie, you're not invited.  I think you should go to the family 
room and just sit there and think about what you've done until we 
can decide what is next for this family."  

He looked at the children and said, "Probably you two will feel 
better after a shower and a change of clothes.  I know I will.  
And for heaven's sake, Theresa, put something on, anything!  But 
don't take long.  I'll meet the two of you in the living room."

"Don't I get to shower and clean up too?" Marie asked.  

"No," Brett snapped.  "And don't bother getting dressed either.  
I think you should remain just like you are until we decide 
what's to be done about your sordid affair.  If you remain naked, 
maybe it'll help you realize what you've done."  

"Yes, dear," Marie whispered as she slipped out the kitchen door 
and headed down the hall toward the family room.  Even in her 
humiliation, she couldn't help wiggling her bare butt as she left 
the room.  When she realized what she was doing, she wondered 
quietly to herself, Has sex completely taken over my life?

"Dad," Rick began.

"Please, Son, let's not talk about this until after we've cleaned 
up.  Maybe we'll be able to see through our emotions a bit better 
then.  I don't want us to do anything in a fit of anger.  And 
whatever we decide must be something we can live with for a good 
long while.  Agreed?"  He looked from one of his children to the 
other.

"Yes, Dad," they both agreed.

It took most of an hour before the three had reassembled in the 
living room.  Brett used the shower in the master bedroom.  Rick 
delayed his shower until after his sister had finished and 
retreated to her room to get dressed.  Only then did Theresa 
realize all the clothing she had previously worn that day were 
scattered around the family room floor.  In a way that was all 
right, she decided, because putting on something totally 
different might give her a fresh outlook on what had happened.  
Even so, she struggled with what they should do about her mother.  
It would be a difficult decision.  It's not as if I don't know 
what sex is all about, she thought.  I may be a virgin, but I 
know the facts of life.  Sex has it's place.  But my own mother?  
Making out with the neighbor?  Why did she do that?  How could 
she?

Rick likewise had terribly mixed emotions.  The intruders had 
said they would show what a slut their mother was, and they 
certainly succeeded.  Looking back on what happened, it seemed 
like she made it easy for them to bring out a nasty side in her, 
a side he never dreamed existed in his own mother.  Everything 
she had done was repulsive.  On the other hand, he had to admit 
that watching her masturbate on the floor in front of him had 
been more of a turn-on than he wanted to admit that it was.  How, 
he wondered, could I ever forget what I have seen?  And why did I 
have such a big hard-on while she was diddling herself?  How 
could I do that? he wondered.  Watching my own mother? Did I 
actually want to screw her?

Brett's first reaction was to send his wife packing.  She could 
move out.  Let her go move in with Randy, if that's what she 
wanted.  Of course, he realized, Randy's wife obviusly had her 
own opinion about that, and it did not include having Marie 
around.  After all, it had been Randy's wife who had engineered 
this entire erotic episode for their family this afternoon.  One 
thing is for certain, he knew, our family life will never be the 
same.

All three appeared equally nervous as they assembled in the 
living room.  They sat for several moments without speaking, not 
really looking at each other but awkwardly aware that they had a 
very delicate topic to discuss.  No one seemed ready or willing 
to make a suggestion about what should be done about Marie's 
recent behavior, not about the affair, not about how she had 
acted while the intruders were there, not about her actions 
toward themselves.  

"Well," Brett finally began, "I don't really want to impose my 
feelings on either of you...."

"Why not," Rick asked.  "She's your wife."

"Yes, but she's also your mother."  

"Well, she certainly didn't act like one," Theresa snapped.  "I'd 
like to divorce her, except that's really not for me to do.  I 
wouldn't blame you, Dad, if that's what you decide."

"Me either," Rick agreed.

"On the other hand," Theresa continued, "She really hurt my 
feelings, and there's something in me that really wants to get 
back at her.  Maybe that's not right, but that's how I feel, 
anyway."

"I tend to agree," Rick frowned, "but I'll go along with whatever 
you decide, Dad."  

"Why don't we give her a choice?" Brett suggested.  "Let's offer 
her the option that she can leave, just move out with nothing at 
all, or she can remain here as part of the family...."

"You're kidding?" Theresa interrupted. 

"Let me finish," Brett continued.  "She can remain..., but under a 
new set of rules."

"What kind of rules," Rick asked.

"Well, it's our family, so we can make up the rules any way we 
want.  And we can do that right now," he suggested.  "What do you 
think?"

"Well," Theresa observed, "she seems to have another side to her 
nature that none of us ever recognized before."  She paused, "I 
caught her earlier playing with herself out on the deck, but I 
never dreamed it went any deeper than that.  I mean, she revealed 
a mighty dark side of her personality while those men were here."

"I think we've already agreed on that," Rick concluded.  "She's a 
sex-fiend in a mother's skin."

"Do you think it's possible," Brett continued, "to capitalize on 
her sexual desires and exploit them until she's had her absolute 
fill of sex?  I mean, until she's sick of it?"

"That would mean some rather explicit rules."  For the first 
time, Theresa grinned.

"For instance?" Rick questioned.  

Theresa said, "Wait a minute.  I'll get pencil and paper."

So it was that the three of them drew up their Family Function 
Agreement which they eventually took down the hall to the family 
room.  Marie was sitting in the recliner still quite naked and, 
from the way she tried to cover herself with her hands, obviously 
quite ashamed of herself.  "You told me not to get dressed," she 
began when the three of them entered.

"That's just as well," Brett said with a forced smile.  "You 
might as well get used to it."

"What do you mean?" she asked flatly.

"Well, that's up to you to decide, Marie," Brett explained.  "The 
three of us have drawn up an agreement for how this family will 
function, that is, if you choose to remain with our family.  The 
choice is yours.  You are free to leave, if you so desire.  You 
can go now, if that's what you choose."  He paused, looking at 
her intently.  "Really.  You're free to go.  But if you remain, 
you must live by the rules the three of us have agree on."

"The three of you have agreed on?" Marie asked.  "What about me?  
Don't I get a voice in this?"

"Oh, yes," Theresa said.  "Dad just gave you that option.  You 
can leave now, just as you are, or you can remain and live 
according to our new Family Function Agreement."

"Well, if I have a choice, then I'm going to stay.  I assume your 
agreement means there will be no divorce?"

"Not at all," Brett returned.  "But you will no longer be a 
voting member of the family council.  Instead, you will obey the 
set of rules which we have drawn up.  It's the way this family 
will function, and if you remain with us you will be obedient.  
Okay?"

"Okay, let's hear my new rules."  Marie frowned, crossing her 
legs and clutching her arms across her breasts, as if to protect 
herself from whatever was to come.

Theresa began to read from the paper she held.  "Here are our new 
Family Function Rules:

1.	You will, immediately following this meeting, select one 
dress from your closet which you will wear when going 
shopping or running any other errands which take you off 
the property or outside this house.
2.	You will empty all of your other clothing and apparel out 
of your closets and dressers, put it all in garbage bags, 
and donate it to Goodwill Industries.  That includes all 
your dresses,, slacks, blouses, pajamas and underwear.  You 
may keep one coat for this coming winter, one pair of 
shoes, and one dress.
3.	At all times while you are here in the house, you will 
remain completely naked. 
4.	You will always keep yourself as attractive and appealing 
as you can, which includes maintaining an attractive hair-
do, cosmetics and lotions, plus plenty of costume jewelry.
5.	You will forget the word "NO" and delete it from your 
vocabulary.  Whatever any one of the three of us tells you 
directly to do, or even suggests, you will do it without 
question or argument.  We will be reasonable, but you are 
not permitted to refuse.
6.	You will be available for whatever sexual activity any one 
of us may suggest for you to perform.  That may include a 
solo act for our entertainment, or it may include sexual 
involvement with any or all of the three of us, plus any 
other activities that Dad, Rick or I may require.
7.	You will continue your regular functions of cleaning, 
cooking, laundry, etc.  In other words, you'll be the 
family's maid and also serve as this family's private sex 
toy.
8.	Finally, you will say nothing of this arrangement to any of 
your friends, acquaintances, or anyone else.  This is our 
private agreement, and it will remain in effect until you 
have proven yourself competent and worthy of returning to 
your regular function as wife and mother.  Until that time, 
you will be with our family, a possession of this family, 
but not an integral part of it."

Brett said, "Well, that pretty much sums it up.  If you still 
want to stay, that's how it will be.  Or would you rather get up 
and leave now?"

"Well, I'm certainly not going anywhere dressed like this," Marie 
snapped.  "And I do not like the terms of your horrible 
agreement, especially since I had no voice in writing it."  She 
paused, and the other three waited while she considered her 
decision.  Finally, meekly, Marie admitted, "Probably, that's 
better than what I deserve.  I mean, you could have just kicked 
me out, divorced me and left me nothing."  She paused again, 
looking at first one and then another of her family, "So, if 
you'll still have me, I guess I'm here to stay."

"You realize," Brett spoke pointedly and firmly, "that according 
to the terms of our Family Function Agreement your role will 
dramatically change in this family.  Your position will not be 
that of a wife or a mother.  Instead, you will serve as our maid, 
and you'll become the sex toy for all three of us."

"I gathered that from what you read," she said, trying to stifle 
a smirk.  "I don't know how that will work, since I am your wife, 
and I am your mother."

"No," Brett corrected her bluntly.  "You are a slut.  You screwed 
the neighbor, and in that way you brought disgrace upon all three 
of us.  The neighbor's wife was hurt, so much that she hired 
those guys to come and humiliate you.  Actually, you're lucky 
they didn't rape you, or beat you up.  Instead, the neighbor's 
wife has been wise enough to leave it up to us how we will deal 
with you.  The three of us talked it over, and this is the 
punishment you will receive for what you have done.  Rather than 
seek any legal action, like a divorce, we've chosen to extract 
our "pound of flesh," so to speak.  I believe is a just bit of 
vengeance.  Maybe what we're doing is not nice, but neither was 
the way you treated us.  What's more, if you're as much of a slut 
as you've given us every reason to believe, based on how we saw 
you conduct yourself earlier today, then you may even find 
yourself enjoying these new rules.  If so, who knows, you may 
choose to continue living by our Family Agreement rules.  That 
remains to be seen."

"Well, I doubt that," Marie exclaimed defiantly.

"Maybe you really don't understand what these rules entail," 
Theresa insisted, apparently not yet ready to believe that her 
mother was acquiescing so readily.

"You will be asked to do things that no real lady would ever 
consider doing," Rick explained, "much less a wife and mother."

"I understand," Marie said flatly.

"And that's acceptable to you?" Brett repeated.

"It is acceptable, Sir."  

The way she emphasized the title, raised a question in Brett's 
mind, so he said, "I'm not sure if you're being sarcastic, or if 
you really mean it.  Perhaps we ought to find out."  He turned to 
Rick and Theresa, "What do you think?  Should we put her to the 
test right now?"  They both nodded. 

Rick turned to Marie and said, "In the matter of dress, I want 
you to go right now to your closet and select the pair of shoes 
with the highest heels.  Bring them in here, and let's see if 
they are acceptable for you to wear here in the house."

"All right," she replied.

"I said, 'right now,' and that's what I meant."

"Yes, Sir," Marie said as she rose.  She was gone only a few 
moments, then returned wearing a pair of black sling pumps with 
3" heels.  "These are the highest heels I own, Sir," she replied.  
"Are they acceptable?"  She stood in the doorway, posing.  Her 
frown indicated she was not enjoying herself, but her posture was 
that of a woman who knew her naked body could produce an erotic 
response in a man, even if that man was actually her son.

"They will do just fine," he agreed, "at least until we decide if 
you need something different."

"Pose for us," Theresa demanded.  "Show us what you've got.  Go 
on, flaunt it...."

Marie assumed a variety of poses in the doorway, eventually even 
sitting down and spreading her legs.  "Does that satisfy you?" 
she asked when she stood up again.  "Is that what you're going to 
be asking me to do?"

"That's a start.  Now, it's time for you to clean out your 
closets.  I believe there are several garbage bags in the garage, 
hopefully enough to hold all your clothes.  While you're doing 
that, Theresa will prepare the guest room for you."

"Guest room?  Is that what I am now?" Marie asked.  "Don't I even 
get to sleep in my own bed?"

"That's my room, "Brett said quietly.  "You will sleep in the 
guest room, and you will leave the door open at all times.  That 
way, any of the three of us can have access to you whenever we 
choose.  If any of the three of us are with you in the room, we 
can close the door as a signal to the others not to disturb us.  
Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," she mumbled.

"Theresa, I'll leave it to you to make sure she strips the guest 
bed of all the linens, except for the bottom sheet and a couple 
of pillows.  Have her store the rest in the hall closet for now."  
Then he turned to Marie and continued, "You may remove your 
jewelry and shoes when you're in bed, but you will sleep 
completely naked with the door open.  You will be totally 
exposed.  Got that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, go pick out the dress you'll wear when you leave the 
house."

Rick said, "I'll get the garbage bags."  Theresa headed for the 
guest room, which would soon become Marie's Room.

Marie took her time but eventually returned carrying a light 
print dress, which Brett instructed her to put on.  He decided it 
was acceptable, since it was opaque enough for her to be decent, 
but light enough to be comfortable through the summer heat.  The 
dress had a full skirt, but surprisingly was shorter than he 
expected her to choose, as the hem was a full two or three inches 
above her knees.  Even more surprising was the neckline, for it 
dipped deep enough into her cleavage to reveal that she was 
wearing no bra.

"You're sure you'll be comfortable wearing that to the grocery 
store or the hairdresser?" he asked.  

"Well, it's a damn sight more than I'll be wearing around the 
house here, so I reckon I'll feel over-dressed if I choose 
anything more conservative."

"It's your choice," he observed.  "Now, go empty your closets and 
the dresser.  Get rid of the rest of your clothes."

"Yes, Sir," she replied.  Then with an unveiled smirk, she peeled 
her dress over her head.  "Isn't this what you said I'm to wear 
here in the house?" she asked as she brazenly exhibited her nude 
body before  him. 

"Very good," Brett smiled.  "I'm glad you remembered."

It took less than half an hour for Marie to gather her clothes 
off the hangers in the closet and empty her dresser drawers.  She 
filled six garbage bags, and Rick helped her carry them to the 
garage, with instructions for her to take them to Goodwill the 
next morning.  By then, it was after eleven, and the four of them 
retreated to their separate rooms for the night.  Later, after 
Theresa had finished in the bathroom and was passing Marie's 
Room, she peeked in.  As she had been instructed, Marie was 
curled up on the bed, naked and without covers.  For a moment, 
Theresa felt sorry for her, but then she remembered how she had 
bitten into the bratwurst and decided she was not really sorry at 
all.  A few moments later, she heard her brother make the same 
stop, then go on by to his room chuckling to himself.  Sleep was 
slow to come, and it was a long night for all of them.

The next morning, Marie was the first one up, as was usual.  It 
was Monday, and the others had work to do during the day.  When 
they arrived in the kitchen, she had breakfast cooking and was at 
the stove turning the eggs.

"This is going to take some getting used to," she muttered as 
Brett seated himself at the table.  "I don't supposed your rules 
would permit an apron when I'm frying bacon.  Hot grease has 
already splattered on my boobs."

"Well, I guess like you said, it will take some getting used to.  
I doubt that any of us is in the mood on the very first day to 
start making exceptions to the rules."

"I didn't think so."  She stood for a moment, then asked, "Is the 
family sex toy permitted to eat at the same table as the family?" 

"Certainly," Rick said, indicating the empty chair.  

Marie sat, and in that way the first day began under the rules of 
the new family function.  After Brett had gone to work and Rick 
and Theresa left for their summer jobs, Marie stood alone in the 
kitchen for several minutes.  She was immediately tempted to get 
dressed, or at least to put on an apron.  No, if I do that, she 
reasoned, I'm sure to get caught sooner or later.  Then she 
remembered that all her clothing was in bags out in the garage.  
So, she reasoned, the sooner I condition myself to being naked 
all the time the easier it's going to be for me.  With that, she 
busied herself with the dishes and then tidied up the family 
room, since it had been somewhat mussed up the previous evening.  
She gathered up Theresa's clothing which was still strewn about 
the family room, throwing out the torn dress and putting the 
panties and bra on her daughter's bed.

By 11:00 she decided she had postponed the inevitable as long as 
she could.  I might as well get this over with, she thought, 
knowing that this act of obedience condemned her to whatever 
humiliations the family had in store for her.  I'm not sure I'm 
ready for this, but I don't like any of my other options right 
now, she thought.  And with that thought in mind she pulled on 
the dress she had selected the night before, picked up her purse 
and car keys and marched with manufactured determination into the 
garage.  Her car was already loaded with the six bags of her 
clothing she had collected.  Once again she was tempted to break 
rules.  Perhaps, she thought, I could secret away a couple of 
dresses....  But she fought off the idea, climbed into the car, 
drove up Libido Lane, and turned toward downtown.  

At the drop-off door of Goodwill Industries, the attendant looked 
at what she brought and said, "Looks like either someone died or 
got a divorce."

"Maybe a little of both," Marie responded, glad that he had paid 
more attention to the clothing in the bags than the light dress 
she was wearing.  It must be obvious, she thought, that I'm not 
wearing anything under it.  She drove away without waiting for a 
receipt.  As she drove, she considered changing her mind ...and her 
destination.  Just keep driving, she told herself.  It was so 
tempting that she was afraid she might, and the consequences of 
being out on her own with absolutely nothing were even more 
frightening than the idea of returning to her family and obeying 
that humiliating set of orders they had created for her.  She 
remembered several things she wanted from the drug store, but she 
was afraid to go in dressed as she was.  So she returned home by 
the most direct route.

Once in the garage, even before the door had closed, she stepped 
out of the car and in a act of sudden desperation she peeled her 
dress over her head.  Her decision was made, and she gave a great 
sigh of relief as she ran her hands over her naked breasts, then 
down her sides and across her hips.  Yes, she thought, I'm home, 
and I have to make the best of it.  Only then did she press the 
button to close the garage door.

By then it was noon.  She ate a simple lunch, then retired to her 
room where she stretched out on the bed.  It had been a long time 
since she had taken an afternoon nap, but today she felt she very 
definitely deserved on.  I had better get some rest, she 
reasoned.  Who knows what those three have in store for me when 
they get home!

If only she knew!  Without consulting together, each of the three 
used their lunch hours to go shopping, and the purchases each 
made would change Marie's life considerably.  

Rick went to the camera store and purchased a complete digital 
outfit, which included a full-featured camera, a tripod and photo 
printer.  I'm not sure how long this naked stuff will last, he 
determined, but I'm certainly going to keep a record of it.

Brett went to an adult novelty store and purchased a remote 
control vibrator, along with a pack of extra batteries.  I may 
decide later that I need some other items, he decided, but this 
will at least get me started.

Theresa went to the jewelry counter of the nearby department 
store.  There she purchased several sets of earrings, taking care 
to select a variety of long, chandelier-type designs that would 
hang several inches below her ears.  She also chose two very 
large loops and then purchased a wide silver chain, long enough 
to fit around Marie's waist.

Back at home, Marie awoke surprisingly refreshed.  As with that 
morning, she was surprised to find herself naked.  Without 
covers, she was somewhat chilled, and her nipples were hard.  She 
ran her hands over her body briskly, hoping to stimulate 
circulation, then decided to take a shower.  Allowing the spray 
of hot water to splash over her skin felt very good, and she used 
the hand spray to wash between her legs.  For a moment, she even 
held her pussy open and let the spray wash her clean in an 
impromptu douche.  After rubbing her body briskly with the towel, 
she treated her skin to a generous application of body lotion.  
After drying and fixing her hair, she spent a few extra moments 
trimming her pubic bush, clipping away unsightly hairs, then 
brushing and shaping the remainder until she decided it was quite 
attractive.  If you have to let it all hang out, she said to her 
image in the mirror, then you're going to look every inch a lady.  
Maybe then they'll not treat you like such a slut.

She chose a silver and turquoise necklace on a long chain so the 
medallion hung between her breasts, then stepped into her shoes.  
Hummpf, she grunted.  If that's all there is to getting dressed, 
maybe this won't be so bad after all.  And with that she headed 
for the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Rick was the first home from work.  He glanced in the kitchen, 
saw that Marie was naked and preparing the meal, then retreated 
to his room and closed the door.  Opening the boxes and began to 
prepare the camera equipment he had purchased.  The Nikon digital 
D60 SLR had a zoom lens, and he spent considerable time reading 
the instructions and learning how to use it.  He inserted 
batteries and the 4-gig SD memory chip and shot half a dozen 
pictures around the room.  The flash worked fine, and the 
pictures turned out well.  Thus pleased with himself, he deleted 
the test shots he had taken and took the camera with him as he 
headed for the dining room.

While Rick was getting acquainted with his camera, Brett came 
home from work.  Feeling a bit strange about his noon-time 
purchase, he went directly to his bedroom, closed the door, and 
cut open the plastic packaging.  The egg was about an inch and a 
half in diameter and maybe two and a half inches long.  He 
unscrewed it and inserted the small battery.  The remote had an 
on/off switch and a sliding intensity control.  It required two 
larger batteries, but when he turned it on nothing happened.  
Then he realized there was a power switch hidden on the end of 
the egg, and when he turned it on the egg almost jumped out of 
his hand.  Quickly lowering the intensity, he found that it sat 
in the palm of his hand and gave a low hum.  Its vibrations were 
steady and quite pleasant.  Turning off both units, he put them 
in the pocket of his trousers, dumped the packaging materials in 
the waste basket, and headed for the dining room for dinner.

Theresa was the last to come in from her summer job.  Much as her 
brother had done, she peeked into the kitchen, saw that Marie was 
fixing dinner in the nude, then smiled as she went to her room 
and inspected the costume jewelry she had purchased.  She 
discarded the cards on which the earrings had been displayed and 
held each set up to her ears.  They were all long enough that 
they dangled almost to her shoulders.  Not bad, she thought.  Not 
bad.  Then she checked the large loop earrings, holding them to 
her breasts.  Even though she was fully clothed, the sight of the 
loops gave her an erotic boost, and she indulged herself with an 
evil grin as she thought how they would look on Marie's bare 
breasts.  Finally, she unwrapped her other purchase, a pair of 
tiny silver bells.  They were intended to be hung in a parakeet 
cage as a toy for the bird, but Theresa envisioned them jingling 
from her mother's nipples.  This time her slight grin became a 
salacious smile.  She stored all her purchases in a corner of a 
dresser drawer, and then went to the bathroom.  There she snapped 
off two lengths of dental floss.  In the family room, she found 
Marie's sewing box and selected a two-inch needle with an eye 
large enough to accept the floss.  She threaded one length of 
floss in the needle, then went to the dining room where she 
stowed the needle and floss out of sight on the sideboard.

Rick and Brett arrived a few moments later, almost together.  
They took their usual places, Brett at the far end of the table, 
with Theresa and Rick on either side.  Almost immediately, as if 
she had been waiting for them, Marie came in carrying a large 
platter.  Her naked breasts bounced and rolled as she leaned over 
to set the dish in the center of the table.  Then all three 
watched as her naked cheeks alternately bounced as she left the 
room.  None of them spoke.  In fact, it was if they were all 
hypnotized by the presence of the naked Marie.  Finally Rick 
said, "I think this is going to be very interesting."

Marie's dinner was a huge success.  She had prepared an excellent 
meal, knowing that all the family would be eating together.  Each 
of them seemed to appreciate her efforts.  They ate well, and 
they complimented her on each dish.  In spite of the awkwardness 
of their Family Function Agreement, they were able to talk about 
interesting things that had happened during the day and about 
future things scheduled at work.  

When the meal was finished, rather than rising to hurry of to 
their separate activities, only Marie rose to clear the table.  
The other three, as if by unspoken agreement, remained seated and 
watched as she made several trips to the kitchen.  After all the 
dishes were gone, Brett said, "Take away the table cloth, too, 
Marie."  She did, folding it as she took it to the kitchen.  She 
simply stood behind her chair when she returned, as if to say 
What next?

Brett spoke, "Thank you, Marie, for such an excellent meal."  The 
others nodded, and he continued, "Now I have something for you."  
She gave a polite, surprised smile, which quickly vanished when 
he said, "Please climb up on the table and lie on your back."

"As I recall," Marie questioned, "I'm not allowed to refuse any 
orders or requests."

"That is correct," Theresa affirmed.

"All right, Sir," Marie responded, and a moment later she was 
lying prone on the table.  

"Nice dish," Rick grinned, picking up his camera and standing up.

"Oh, no," Marie whispered when she saw the camera.

Theresa spoke sharply, "That's a forbidden word, Slut."

"I'm sorry," Marie whispered.  "It just slipped out.  It won't 
happen again."

The double-click of the SLR was simultaneous with the flash.  
There followed several more flashes as Rick moved around the 
table taking pictures from various angles.  Marie eventually 
managed a slight smile when he instructed her to pose pretty.

"Here's what I have for you," Brett said as he produced the egg 
from his pocket.  He flicked the switch on and held it up.  "Do 
you want to insert it?  Or shall I?"

"Insert?" Marie asked, then knowingly she added, "Oh."  She 
raised her knees and spread her legs as she reached up and took 
the egg from Rick's hand.  "I'll do it, if you don't mind."  Rick 
moved around to the end of the table and took repeated shots as 
Marie inserted the egg deep into her twat.  "I suppose this 
little wire should be left hanging out, so I can get it out 
later?" she asked.

"That is correct," Brett told her. "Now just lie back and relax." 
He smiled, "And enjoy yourself."  With that, he turned on the 
remote control at the lowest power.  There was no sound, and he 
hoped that was because the egg was now insulated within Marie's 
abdomen.  

"It tickles," Marie grinned.  "Kinda nice like."  Her comment 
informed Brett that it was working.

Theresa leaned forward and rested her hand on Marie's abdomen.  
"Okay, I can feel something going on," she smiled.  "At least it 
has her muscles contracting."  When she removed her hand, it was 
clear to the others that Marie's stomach muscles were indeed 
reacting.

Brett smiled and boosted the power.  Marie lurched, arching her 
back, suddenly thrusting her pelvis into the air.  The gasped 
audibly.  "Oh!"  Then, "Oh, oh, oooh!"  Her hips rose from the 
table as she balanced on her shoulders and heels, thrusting at 
her unseen lover as tension rose within her.  "Ooooh, OH!"

"I thought you'd like that," Brett grinned.  He cut the power, 
turning the unit off completely. 

"What happened?" Marie asked as her body collapsed back on to the 
table.  "That was just beginning to feel really good."

"So did you want to cum already?" Brett asked.

"You bet I do.  That felt great." 

"Well, I'm not ready for you to cum.  I'd like for you to sort of 
stay with us for awhile."  He turned to the others, "Do either of 
you have a request for her?"

"I have one," Theresa spoke up.  She stood and retrieved her 
needle and floss.  "Dad, perhaps if you distract her with the egg 
this won't hurt so much."

"Hurt?" Marie asked.  "What won't hurt?"

"Remember when you had your ears pierced?" Theresa asked.  "Well, 
we're going to do a bit more piercing tonight."  She held up the 
needle.

Marie immediately responded by cupping her hands over her 
breasts.  "You must be joking."

Theresa looked at Brett, and he nodded his approval.  Then he 
turned on the egg and slowly increased the intensity.  After a 
few moments, Marie's eyes began to glass over.  Unconsciously, 
she lowered her hands.  It was obvious that the vibrations within 
her required more concentration than what Theresa was doing.  
Slowly, Theresa pinched one nipple until it stood up firm and 
hard, then with one quick push she thrust the needle all the way 
through the dark pink nubbin.  

Marie hardly flinched, as Theresa continued to push the needle 
all the way through the nipple leaving only the double-strand of 
floss in it.  Then she clipped off the floss, freeing the needle.  
About two of inches of floss remained, sticking out on each side 
of the nipple.

"Nice job," Brett said.  "I always wondered how that was done."  

Rick said, "You did that so fast I didn't get any pictures.  Can 
you take it slower on the other one, so I can get a couple of 
shots?"

Marie moaned, so Brett increased the intensity slightly.  Theresa 
took her time, repeating the process with the needle, as Rick 
shot close-ups of the operation.  After the floss had been 
clipped off, Brett raised the intensity again and brought Marie 
to full climax.  As she bumped and bounced, Theresa pinched 
Marie's nipples brutally.  "That's to connect the pain with her 
pleasure," she explained to the others.  "I want her to get 
turned on just through the process of wearing nipple jewelry."  
Then she added, "It'll take awhile for them to heal," she said.  
"I read where one girl said it took six months, but we're not 
going to wait that long.  Two or three days, maybe, and then I'll 
give her some rings to wear."

"Nice choice," Brett said, smiling.  "Nipple rings will add a 
touch of class to her scant attire."

"I wondered how I would do the piercing," Theresa admitted, "but 
your remote egg did the trick rather nicely."  She smiled, "For 
some time, I've wondered if those things really worked."

"You have?" Rick asked.  "I didn't know you were into that 
scene."

"A lot you know, Big Brother," she laughed.   

"Do you suppose she's had enough?" Brett asked, looking back at 
Marie, who was still thrusting and thrashing on the table, having 
one orgasm after another.  "I didn't count.  Did you?"

Theresa laughed, "No, but I don't think she can handle much more 
and be worth anything later in the evening."

Brett slowly turned down the vibrator, then finally shut it off.  
Even then, it took several minutes before Marie completely 
settled down on the table.  Even then, she thrashed around with 
several recurring after-shocks.  "Let's just leave her here to 
cool down.  Later on, if you have anything you want her to do, 
then go for it."  He smiled and went to the family room, where he 
turned on the television.

Rick took a couple of close-ups between Marie's legs, especially 
concentrating on the stream of moisture which was draining on to 
the table.

"What do you plan to do with those pictures?" Theresa asked.

"I have no clue," Rick responded, "but I'm certain in years to 
come they will become increasingly valuable." With that, they 
both retreated to their rooms, leaving Marie by herself on the 
table.  

Sometime later, when she sat up, Marie realized she was sitting 
in a puddle of her own making.  After cleaning it up and 
polishing the table, she went to the bathroom and washed herself.  
Then she removed the egg and wiped it off.  For several minutes 
she studied it, found the switch and flipped it off.  Then, with 
a sense of fear at what might happen if she disobeyed, she turned 
it back on and reinserted it in her vagina.  Strangely, if felt 
warm and comfortable inside her, and she thought, I think I could 
learn to like this.

The dinner dishes were still waiting in the kitchen, and she set 
to work washing and putting them away.  Finally, after everything 
was in order, she went to the family room.  "Anything on worth 
watching?" she asked Brett.  

"Not that I'm interested in."  He studied her for a moment, then 
snapped off the TV and said, "Dance for me.  I like to watch you 
dance.  And somehow I think you'll do even better naked."

Marie selected a CD and turned on the stereo.  As music swelled, 
she began to dance, first awkwardly, then as she felt the freedom 
of her unbound breasts, she became more suggestive, bending and 
swaying, rolling her hips as well as her breasts.  Leaning back 
and thrusting her hips forward, she did an old-fashioned bump-
and-grind in front of Brett.  He had seen similar dances before, 
but never one done by a totally naked lady.  Especially his wife.  
He responded by turning on the remote, giving her an inner boost 
as the vibrator began to massage her within.

"Oooh, I like that," she responded, suddenly glad she had not 
removed it or turned off the power.  Pleased with herself, she 
became even more erotic and sensual in her movements. 

When Brett sensed she was just about to explode, he suddenly cut 
the power on the remote, then said, "Kneel down here and suck me.  
If you do a good job, I might let you cum."  Marie did her best, 
and it didn't take long before Brett unloaded deep within her 
mouth.  As she sucked him dry and licked off his penis, he turned 
the remote back on, and within a couple of minutes Marie exploded 
with her own orgasm.  She collapsed with her head in his lap, 
then looked up and whispered, "I think I like being your sex 
toy."

The next day, when Rick, Theresa, and Brett had a few minutes to 
themselves, they agreed that Marie was far more responsive than 
they had ever dreamed.  "We must have turned her on to some 
hidden desire," Theresa observed.  "She would never have agreed 
to this sex toy business unless she had been wanting it all 
along."

"Maybe that's why she had that affair with Randy in the first 
place," Rick suggested.  "No slight on you, Dad, but I think she 
has been wanting something on the wild side, probably for years.  
Now that she's experiencing it, she's liking it."

"Well, I must admit that we have been a mighty laid-back family.  
Maybe she was bored with our regularity.  Or being too proper.  
Maybe we ought to push her farther.  What do you think?"

"I'm not sure about my own feelings in this," Rick admitted.  
"That's why I bought the camera.  It was something I could do 
without personally getting involved with her.  You know, touching 
her.  What do you think?  We said she is no longer to think of us 
as her children, or you as her husband, but still....  How 
literally can we actually take this sex-toy business?"

"As far as you want to take it, Son," Brett answered.  "As far as 
you want to go."

"Do you agree?" Rick asked Theresa.

"I think so," she said hesitantly.  "For you, I think whatever 
you want to do will be fine, but for me, well, I'm really not 
interested in lesbian stuff ...at least not now.  Maybe something 
will come to mind.  At this point, I'm satisfied just doing a 
little decorating ...you know, like the nipples.  And I was 
thinking about getting some body paint.  What do you think?"

"Great!" Rick responded.   "That would make great pictures."

Later that night, when Marie was in her room removing her 
earrings and preparing to go to bed, Rick stepped in and closed 
the door behind him.

"Yes?" Marie asked, wondering what he was expecting.

"It's time," he said.  "Turn around and face the bed."

"What do you have in mind?" she asked.

"Well, I'm not sure I'm ready to have actual sex with you, but 
we're going to do it part-way," he explained, "so bend over the 
bed and put your butt in the air."

She complied silently, as Rick spread her cheeks with his hand 
and pressed his cock up against her anus.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Marie asked fearfully.  In 
all her previous sexual activity, Marie had never permitted anal 
sex.  She feared the pain, and in her mind it was something she 
did not desire.  Now, here was her son demanding, yes, even 
ordering her to accept it, and she had agreed never to say "no."

Rather than answer her verbally, he responded by pushing hard.  
His tool slipped past the muscle and once inside that barrier it 
slid in all the way.  Marie felt his testicles bounce against her 
upturned pussy, and she gasped at the warmth which pervaded her 
entire bottom.  The egg was still in her vagina, and even though 
it was not turned on, it added pressure to her insides so that 
she started responding, knowing it would not take long for her to 
climax.  Rick thought it strange that even though he did nothing 
to stimulate her, it happened.  She came.  She came hard.  So did 
Rick.  They pounded and bucked together for several minutes, 
thoroughly engrossed in the satisfaction they were giving each 
other.  Eventually, Rick pulled free, amidst a stream of sperm 
and brown fluids.  He retreated to the bathroom to wash himself, 
while Marie simply collapsed forward on the bed and reveled in 
total satisfaction.  I'm a full-fledged sex toy she said to 
herself.  My son did it.  We had anal sex.  And I enjoyed it.  
Immensely.  I must be sick in the head.

The next day, Theresa checked the floss threaded through Maria's 
nipples.  There had been minimal bleeding, but enough that the 
floss was stuck to the flesh.  Theresa used a warm, damp cloth to 
soften them and work the floss loose enough that it would slip 
easily back and forth.  The following day, the floss did not 
stick but slipped freely.  

"I'll give it one more day," she told Marie, "and then you can 
wear some jewelry to make yourself more attractive."

Marie continued to keep the house clean.  She had breakfast ready 
when the others rose in the mornings, and she had dinner ready 
soon after they came home in the evening.  All day long each day, 
she remained naked.

Thursday came, and as promised Theresa was ready to remove the 
floss from Marie's nipples.  After breakfast was over and both 
Rick and Brett had left for work, she called Marie into the 
bathroom and instructed her on how to remove the floss.  Marie 
did as she was told, and only then did Theresa show her the large 
hoop rings.  Carefully, Marie threaded the metal pin through each 
nipple and clamped them closed.  The rings swayed seductively.  

"I like them," she said.  "Thank you."

"Well, that's not all," Theresa told her.  Then she produced one 
pair of the dangling of earrings.  When Marie put them on, they 
did indeed reach down far enough to brush her bare shoulders.  
"Now, maybe you won't feel totally naked today," Theresa smiled.  
She paused to look at her mother for a few minutes, then added, 
"Tonight, I'd like you to bathe and perfume yourself, make 
yourself really attractive, before we get home from work.  Then 
fix the meal, but don't set the table.  I think we'll do this 
dinner a bit differently."

Puzzled, Marie agreed.  How could I not agree?  Why should I not 
obey? she asked herself.  Throughout the day, she wondered what 
Theresa had in mind for dinner, but her thoughts were interrupted 
often by the tug of the rings in her nipples.  She found them 
sometimes annoying but more often scintillating.  Looking at 
herself in the mirror, she thought her naked body was quite 
attractive thus adorned with body jewelry.  

She had dinner cooked and ready, sitting on the kitchen counter 
when Theresa arrived home.  And she had already scrubbed and 
oiled herself to perfection, fixing her hair and even brushing 
her pubic hair so that she was as attractive as a naked lady 
could be.  "Should I wear my nipple rings?" she asked.  Theresa 
told her no, that tonight all the focus was to be on her body, so 
she should wear nothing whatsoever, no shoes or jewelry.  Then 
Theresa instructed her to remain in the kitchen until she was 
called.

Theresa had Rick sit on one side of the table with Brett on the 
other.  She set her own place at the head of the table, then 
returned to the kitchen and instructed Marie to walk into the 
dining room and pose for the men.  "Let them get a good look at 
you," she said.  "Then climb up on the table and lie down flat.  
I'll bring in the food."

"Am I permitted to ask why?" Marie asked.

"Certainly.  You are the centerpiece for the dinner table 
tonight."

Marie did as she was told, pausing a moment while the men looked 
at her.  Then she knelt in the chair at the end of the table, and 
from there climbed up on to the table.  She lay full length on 
her back, then glanced each way, smiling at the men who sat on 
both sides observing her.  Pleased that her breasts had flattened 
only slightly as she stretched out, she noted that for the most 
part they remained quite firm.  In that moment, as both Brett and 
Rick sat looking at her, she realized that it was really nice to 
lie there level with their faces and feel their eyes feasting 
upon her.  "I'm not sure if I'm allowed to speak," she began, 
"but when you told me at first that I might come to enjoy being 
your sex toy, I thought 'no way'!  Right now, however, I feel 
like a million dollars.  So, please, enjoy the view.  I like for 
you to look at me."

That's when Theresa came in with the first course of the dinner 
meal.  As she set the dishes on the table, she instructed Marie, 
"Raise your knees slightly and spread them."  Marie obeyed.  As 
Theresa had expected, Marie's movement opened her pubic privates 
enough that both men had a clear view.  "Don't you think she 
makes a nice centerpiece for our meal?" Theresa asked.  The men 
agreed.  Marie smiled and heaved a big sigh.

After a few more trips to bring food from the kitchen, Theresa 
joined the men at the table, and they ate mostly in silence, only 
occasionally speaking with each other, but otherwise ignoring 
Marie as though she truly was simply the floral centerpiece.  
When they had finished eating, the men continued to sit at the 
table while Theresa cleared the dishes.  Then she asked, "Marie, 
did you want anything?"

"It would be nice," she responded.

"Dad?" Theresa asked.

He nodded silently, then drew the remote from his pocket and 
turned it on.  Marie's legs, which had remained spread as 
required throughout the meal, suddenly slammed back down on the 
table as she twisted to lie flat of her back.  Her hips began to 
gyrate, and her pelvis bounced.  In less than a minute, she 
exploded in orgasmic convulsions.

"My, my," Theresa laughed.  "I didn't realize lying there while 
we ate would get you so worked up.  I'm always surprised at what 
turns some people on."

They let Marie enjoy herself for several minutes before Brett 
turned off the vibrator.  After she calmed down and collected 
herself, she sat up on the edge of the table and looked from one 
to another of the family.  "Thank you," she said.  "I've never 
felt so truly feminine in my life as I did tonight just lying 
here while you looked at me.  Thank you."

"I take it," Brett commented, "that you're not angry at us for 
requiring you to be our sex toy?"

"Not in the least," Marie agreed.  "Certainly not now.  When you 
first gave me the choice, I almost left, but remaining here 
seemed more logical.  Actually, I thought I could argue if you 
demanded I do something I really didn't want to do.  So far, 
nearly everything you've required of me has been pretty much in 
line with fantasies I've had, but never had the nerve to try."

"So, is there anything you'd like to try?  Something you want to 
suggest?" Theresa asked.

"Oh, no.  Not yet.  You three seem to be doing quite well without 
my help."

"Well, if you do think of something," Rick interjected, "just let 
me know, and I'll see about it."

"You do recall," Brett put in, "that these family function rules 
are meant to be retribution for your affair with Randy, don't 
you?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied, "I can only wish that all punishment 
were this pleasant."

The following day, Theresa dropped in at the adult novelty shop 
and purchased a set of body paints.  On Saturday, she instructed 
Marie to shower and come to her room without jewelry.  There, she 
experimented with a variety of body designs, and Rick took 
pictures of each painting.  Afterward, Marie would shower, and 
Theresa would try another design.  The last painting Theresa did 
looked like a green bikini.

"Not bad," Marie commented, when she saw herself in the mirror.  
"I never had the nerve to actually buy a bikini, but I think this 
one looks really good on me.  Or maybe I should say that I look 
good in it."

"Well, don't wash that one off until tonight," Theresa 
instructed, as Marie paraded around Theresa's room in her new 
costume.  

Later, when Theresa announced that the evening meal would be a 
barbeque on the deck, Marie asked, "Since it will be outside, 
does that mean I should wear my dress?"

"No," Theresa replied.  "You'll wear your new bikini."

"Oh," was all Marie could think to say.

That evening, as the four of them sat at the deck table eating, 
three were in shorts and tank tops, but Marie was in her bikini.  
Otherwise, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.  Theresa laughed, 
"I guess I did a good job painting."

Marie agreed, but added, "Maybe so, but this bikini sure lets in 
a lot more air than any other bathing suit I've worn.  In fact, 
that breeze tickles all over."  Everyone laughed.  The evening 
was fun, low-key, and apparently quite comfortable for them all.  
Theresa wondered what really made the difference, because 
evenings like this had been rare, even before Marie's affair.  
Now, with Marie always nude around them, they seemed to be 
getting along so much better.  Maybe it was because Marie had no 
choice but to do whatever the others requested.  Or maybe 
something else was really beginning.

They sat on the deck until darkness fell.  Eventually, Theresa 
began to gather up the dishes to take them inside.

"Let Marie do that," Brett instructed.  Then he looked at Marie, 
"And when you've finished, come on back out here.  We'll be 
waiting for you."  Rick and Theresa looked questioningly at him, 
but he only smiled.

After the table was cleared and Marie had returned, Brett 
instructed her to stand out in the yard.  "Now, remember," he 
told her, "you must be quiet, because you don't want any of our 
neighbors turning on their yard lights."

"I know," she said quietly, still wondering what was about to 
happen."

Brett said, "Theresa, that was a great job you did on Marie's 
bikini, but I'm sure she doesn't want to sleep in it tonight.  
And I certainly don't want the paint coming off on the couch."  
He walked around the corner and a moment later returned with the 
garden hose, "So let's see if that paint is waterproof."

"Oh, no!" Marie protested.

"Quiet, Slut!" Brett ordered as he turned on the water, dousing 
her with the spray.  

"It's so cold," she complained.  

In the darkness, it was hard to see what effect the water had on 
the paint, but Brett took no chances.  He adjusted the nozzle to 
a solid stream that blasted against her naked skin.

"It hurts!" she exclaimed.  

"You like to be hurt, don't you, Slut?"

"Ooooh," was all she said.

Brett moved in closer, so that the spray hurt even more.  "You 
like that, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered.

"I want you to wash the paint off, Sir."

"Then what?"

"Then I want to suck you dry, Sir."

"Very good."  He turned off the spray.  Now, stand there until 
the water has dried off your skin, and then come in to the family 
room."

"Yes, Sir."  In spite of the way her skin hurt, she remained 
completely obedient.

The next day, because the pantry was about empty, Marie put on 
her dress, and Brett took her grocery shopping.  Rick and Theresa 
had some time to themselves, and it was then, as they talked 
about what their father had done the night before, that she 
learned about Brett's previous visit to Marie's room.  

"I didn't really consider that I was having sex with her," he 
explained, "since I didn't do it, you know, in her pussy."

"Oral?" Theresa asked.

"No, up her rear."

"You're kidding!" she exclaimed.  "If you hadn't told me, I would 
never even thought of that."  She paused a moment, then asked, 
"How did she react?  I mean, what did she do?"

"She came ...like a major orgasm, probably because she still had 
that egg in her.  Of course, it was not actually vibrating, but 
it still had her hot even before I got started, and we came 
together.  It was weird."

"You're aware that I've not done much with Marie, besides 
decorate her body with the paint and some new jewelry," Theresa 
began. 

"The bikini was nice," Rick smiled.

"Well, I would like to suggest something interesting.  It's an 
activity I will enjoy watching, and it's likely you and Dad will 
enjoy it, too."

"Tell me more," Rick urged.  "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I met a lady at the pharmacy.  Actually, I was about to 
leave when I heard her name called at the prescription counter.  
She was picking up her supply of birth control pills.  Anyway, I 
followed her to the parking lot, and we talked for awhile.  Let 
me tell you, she is one bright and very beautiful lady."

"So who is this woman?" he asked.

"Randy's wife."

~~~~~
Continued in Chapter 14


  
Chapter 13, Family Agreement