To Tell the Truth…

Claire held the card aloft for her mom since the box was pointing at her. "It's for you. Read it aloud." She took the box from her mom, crossed the room, and set the box on the living room table, settling in for a long game. Mia and Ryan joined her on the couch, exchanging conspiritorial glances.

Cynthia read the card, "Either you must tell the truth or must lie when asked questions." She looked to Randy and asked, "Why would I lie?"

Randy shrugged, having put his shirt and pants back on. "It's not really up to you, mom." Mia chimed in, waving them over. Mom sat in a recliner, crossing her legs so she wouldn't flash the kids. Dad rested his hand on her shoulder.

"I don't get it. Didn't your dad have to get us to play or he... streaked?"

"His was kind of like a goal... but if there is a choice/condition/whatever... we vote."

"Do we raise hands or something?"

"No, you just think what you want and if there is a majority then its decided."

"Oh." Said mom, nodding along. Poof. The card disappeared from her hand. She still seemed amazed by that. "So, what happened?"

"Do you love dad?" Asked Claire, taking advantage of the moment to learn something about mom, assuming her siblings thought the same as her.

"More than anyone the world." She squeezed his hand and gave him a warm smile.

"Did you and dad have sex last night?" Ryan asked, pushing her boundaries.

She looked shocked, but answered immediately. "Yes, three times. Is this an interrogation?" Mom asked offended.

"What positions?" Ryan pushed it again, smiling.

"Just doggy and a blowjob. Ryan!? Do you want me to ground you?"

"What!?" He feigned naivety. "How boring... it's just a game."

"You shouldn't know any positions and I'm still your mom when the 'game' is over, mister."

"Whatever, I do." Ryan, rolled his eyes.

"Manners, Ryan." Randy chastised.

"Who is your favorite?" Asked Mia, in the lull of Ryan's sulking.

"I told you I don't have a favorite, but if I had to choose it would be Claire." Said mom, covering her mouth as she spoke it.

"Freaking knew it!" Said Ryan, elbowing Mia.

"That is not fair..." Cynthia protested. "You know I love you all the same."

Seeing what choice had been made, Randy got thinking that he could extract useful information so he leaned over to whisper a question in her ear.

"If you are thinking about keeping something from the rest of the us, I'm just going to ask her after." Said Ryan.

"Fine." Groaned Randy. "Kids cover your ears if you don't want to hear. Or... you want to be respectful to your mom." No one covered their ears. He made a stinky, disappointed face and asked anyways. "What's your favorite position and why, babe?"

She smiled as she spoke, "Prone bone. I like when you go deep and dominate my pussy and I can really push back into you in that position." Her smile turned a little sour as she saw all of us staring at her. "Babe, whose side are you on here? Do you want to ruin our children?"

"I'm already ruined." Said Ryan.

"I second that." Said Mia.

"Third." Said Claire.

Dad just nodded and shrugged.

"Mmm hmm." Said mom. "See if we have sex thrice tonight."

"Oh, we'll see." Claire chortled, knowing perfectly well where the game could take them.

"What exactly does that mean, sweetie? I think you owe us answers..." She put hand on her hips, but it pulled on her towel, nearly revealing her breasts, so she quickly covered them up.

Ding.

"I'm not obliged to say. Just know that I didn't ask for this... Anyways, there's a card for Mia." She handed it over.