My name is Sally. I'm a single mom raising a 19-year-old son who is the light of my life. It was a difficult birth and because of complications I can't have anymore, so he's all I've got. His asshole father couldn't deal with a kid or a marriage and left soon after. Sometimes we fight and argue like most parents and children, but for the most part we get along great. Sometimes though, Josh, that's my son, gets it into his head to go too far and that's what I'd like to tell you about. It was last Saturday and myself, Josh, Josh's girlfriend, Tina, a cute blonde 19-year-old and Josh's two friends Andrew and Joey were all over. We were watching a football game and having a good time. It was four against one though because I liked one team and all the rest of them liked the other. It was a close game though with each team scoring a touchdown and a field goal. So, when Josh offered a little wager, I couldn't resist. I was sure my team would win.
"There's no way your teams gonna win." Josh said, taking a big gulp of Dr. Pepper. Then he burped. This caused the others to laugh and got a, "Ew, gross!" From Tina.
"Fine, if you're so sure let's bet," I said smugly. Words that would later come back to haunt me.
"Okay," Josh said, rubbing his hands together. "Looser has to do what the others tell them to do for the rest of the day."
"Fine," I said.
"Naked," Josh added. "You didn't let me finish."
"What?" I yelped. "Josh! No way," I said looking at his friends and girlfriend. It wasn't that I'd be embarrassed, I mean I would, but it was more of feeling vulnerable. I mean young kids were full of raging hormones and sexual images. They had access 24/7 to stuff on the internet. Kinky stuff. Plus, I mean it was my son. It would just be strange.
So, let me describe myself. I have short, blonde hair, I'm on the shorter side with think legs, big heavy boobs, medium size areolas and small pebble like nipples. I'd say average looking in the face department. But I was really fun to be around and loved hanging with Josh and his friends.
"You can't welch on a bet. You said fine. Everyone heard her say fine right?" Josh asked.
Everyone agreed I said fine, even his girlfriend. So much for girl power and all that.
"Let's see who wins the game," I said. Hoping and praying it'd be my team.
Spoiler alert: it wasn't.
After the game they made me clean up all the food and drinks from the living room. I refused to get naked though.
Next, they made me act like a dog. I had to crawl around on all fours and bark and beg and lick their hands and take treats (broken up chocolate chip cookies).
"Smell my butt," Tina said and laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"Come on doggie, smell my butt. That's what dogs do, right?" Tina said putting her ass in my face. God, this is humiliating I thought.
"I don't hear sniffing!" Tina chided.
I inhaled deeply, making sure she heard it.
Then it was the guy's turn. First Andrew, then Joey, and finally Josh. Tina was right there making sure my face was literally pressed up against their butts. Especially my son Josh.
Tina was wearing her cheerleading outfit as she'd just come from practice. The guys were all wearing T-shirts and long shorts. I was wearing a football jersey and spandex leggings. I know they don't look great on chubby women, but they're comfortable. However, they're not good for protection as I soon found out.
"Stay like that, because now you're a horse," Tina said, climbing on my back.
"I'm a what?" I asked, starting to stand up.
"Stay, down horsey," Tina said and smacked my ass. Hard.