Lydia’s mother never lets dirty girls enter the house

The bus dropped us off about a minute walk from Lydia’s house, so we sullenly trudged up, the mud crusting on us in the sun. It was gross and we wanted to be clean as soon as possible.

The door to the Normans’ was locked, naturally, so we waited impatiently. Soon enough, Mrs. Norman came out as boisterously as ever.

“What did you girls get into? You’re dirtier than a pig sty.”

“It was Olivia. She just wanted to pretend like she’s better than us,” Lydia said.

“Well young ladies, you are not coming in this house until you’re clean. Give me your towels and I’ll wash the both of you with the hose.”

“Mom, please, just let us inside--”

“Towels. Now.”

We both regretfully unwound our only clothing and handed it off to Mrs. Norman. Currently we were in the relative safety of the covered porch, but that wasn’t going to last. I looked at one of the houses across the street and my worst fears were confirmed. A boy was scouting out the commotion we were making (or perhaps wanting a continuation of the show at the bus ramp). He was too far away to see details but was close enough that his attempt to act casual was failing. I squealed and pointed him out to Lydia.

Mrs. Norman put the towels off to the side and started working on the hose on the side of the house, completely in the open. I tried to prepare myself for some surefire humiliation.

“Lydia, you’re already as dirty as you’re gonna get anyway, so come help me turn this faucet on. We don’t use this one enough and it gums up over the winter.”

Lydia ran over to her mother and I couldn’t help but notice both the upper and lower more shapely parts of her body jiggling slightly. I suppose there’s a reason the boy across the street wanted a look. I walked over to them for moral support and to get things moving as fast as possible.

“So, how was your day?” Mrs. Norman asked.

“It was fine, actually. Kind of felt like a normal day,” I lied.

“Oh, is that so? I’m sure we could make it more interesting if you’d like.”

I glared at her, arms crossed and hips cocked in the best approximation of cool and collected I could manage while nude.

“I think what Jill means is that it was hard, but we can do a lot if we’re together,” Lydia said, still struggling with the faucet.

“Hrrmph”

About a minute later no progress had been made on the faucet. Worse, I noticed that the boy across the street had started walking toward us. Plus, there was someone else coming down the sidewalk in clear view. I prayed against hope that they would both keep walking and crouched down right beside Lydia.

“Hey you boy, Kevin is it?” Lydia’s mother shouted out. “Yeah, come get as good of a look as you want. Don’t imagine you’d want a couple of sluts like these, but hey, lookin’s free.”

I cringed but kept my mouth shut.

“Actually, you two stand up and give him a proper show if he’s so interested.”

“Nooo--you can’t make me--” Lydia protested.

“Young lady, I think you would be wise to remember that towel you wore today was a privilege and I can take it away at any time. Now stand up and show Kevin here what you got.”

We knew we were beat, so up we rose. After a chastisement for covering we stood there: blushing faces; nipples pink, forward, and at attention; torso partially covered in half-dried mud; and of course, shaved pussies out. Kevin didn’t seem to miss any of it.

“Now Kevin, do you think you could help me with this faucet? Or maybe you’d like to see the back side too. That seems like a fair payment,” Mrs. Norman bartered.

I scoffed at the indignity of being whored out for neighborhood labor.

“Uhh--well if you’re offering then how can I say no?”

“Typical,” Lydia said.

“Go on, girls,” her mother said. We knew we had no other choice so we reluctantly turned around and showed our bare asses off to the neighbor. How much worse could this get?

“I know Lydia has a little more going on back there than Jill, but some boys seem to like that.”

Lydia gave a couple sobs, and I felt even less able to help her than with Olivia. I couldn’t fight her mom, after all.

“Alright, enough perving. Come do the faucet, these girls aren’t getting any cleaner.”

“Is it just not coming loose or what’s up?”

“Yeah, needs a little strength I guess.”

Kevin tried his luck, but didn’t get it for a few tries either. Every time he gave up he gave us another look over, like it inspired him to push harder or something.

The guy who had been coming down the sidewalk passed a small oak at the front of the property and added himself to our leerers. He was probably from school, but I didn’t recognize him and I didn’t want to alert Lydia, so I did my best to ignore him.