Chapter 1: Introduction
The doorbell rings, bouncing its deliberate jingle off ornate marble walls. The click-clack of shamelessly extravagant heels tapping towards the entrance preceded the quizzical glance of his own humble brown loafers. "Ah, David. You came, I was not sure you would." Lori proclaims, dragging wisps of cigarette smoke into the house as David steps inside, his patient eyes sizing up the dragon of a woman before him, a 62-year-old firestorm wrapped in a tight black dress, six-inch stiletto heels, perfectly manicured fingernails and toenails painted burgundy. Her make-up was also done to perfection with her lips matching her fingernails. David stopped as he took in the sight of his mother-in-law. His wife had passed nineteen years prior, but he stuck around to help Lori with tasks around her house since they both were alone after her passing. Lori had always dressed like this; her age and size did not impact her confidence. If she were not his mother-in-law, and such a hateful woman, David could see himself being interested in her in another life. In this life though, he saw her as a mean, cold, and bitter woman who wore her anger like a shield against the world. Still, he could admit to his own curiosity about her. She lured him with her charm and disarmed him with her flirtatious quips, a dance macabre David couldn't resist. "Straight to business, then?" He asks, rubbing his calloused hands together. "Oh no! Follow me! You can work in a little bit, there will be plenty of time for you to work. For the moment we are going to discuss my issues with you, and all the things I have wanted to do to you over the years." She exclaims, spinning on her heels with a profound waft of perfume, and cigarette smoke.
David follows Lori down the long hallway, the sound of Lori's heels clicking on the marble floors as she walks creates and eerie sound as it echoes off the walls. David finds himself almost hypnotized by the sound as he tries not to stare at her ass, her large cheeks bouncing up and down with each step she took. He tried not to watch, but it felt like the harder he tried to look away the more he stared. He was so thankful Lori could not see him stare at her ass, she would never let him live it down. She led him into her expansive living room that was oozing with elegance and class and far more exuberant than his modest studio apartment. To David, this room looked more like a museum than a living room as its oily white marble walls were decked out with priceless paintings and adorned with expensive artwork. Shimmering crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, and intoxicating aromas wafted through the oversized space. The sight left him in awe; he wondered how one person could accumulate so many worldly possessions. As if reading his thoughts, Lori turned to him, her fiercely painted eyes piercing him with a smoky allure. "You must find this room extravagant, but this isn't even the best of my collection!" She says, with a malevolent smile pulling at her lips. "I have a new item coming later today that will be the pride of my collection. My greatest achievement." The way her eyes linger on him feels unusually intimate. His paranoid mind wonders if she knew the thought he has had even though he pushed them to the side.
"Take a seat David, I need to tell you how much I hate you and explain the thought I have had about torturing you over the years. David sat in the leather armchair as Lori sat on the luxurious sofa. "It is not like it is a secret that you hate me, mom. You have been nothing but rude and humiliating towards me since the day we met. Even after my wife died a year into our marriage, I stayed to help you. She was the last family you had, and the last family I had. Nineteen years I stuck by you, helping you take care of your house, your property, even your car. Yet after all that you still fucking hate me." David's voice was laced with frustration and raw emotion, the pain of years of verbal abuse spilling out of him in a flood of resentment. Lori's impervious facade flickered ever so slightly, her eyes softening for a moment before her usual sneer returned. "I knew you were smarter than you look, David. I do hate you, but I despise myself even more." The coldness in her voice sent chills down David's spine, the truth in her bitter words a cold slap to the face. David let her words sink in as she took a long drag off her cigarette. Why would she hate herself more than she hated him he wondered. He thought about her words briefly before he sought the answer from her. "What possible reason could you have for hating yourself more than you hate me mom?" David asks, his voice shaking slightly. Lori exhales a plume of smoke before crushing her cigarette into an ashtray on the coffee table. "I don't owe you an explanation, but I'll give you one anyway.
"I fucking hate you for the way you make me feel, the things you make me want to do to you! Twenty years I have wanted to make you my full-time slave, beat the shit out of you! I know I should never have felt these feelings, but the more I see you the more I want to make you suffer and cry for mercy! The more I want to make you my worthless fucking bitch, and that is only the half of it!" The vitriol in Lori's voice left no room for doubt; every word was filled with an intense hatred that made David's skin crawl. He sat back, stunned, as he tried to process her words, a sickening dread building in his stomach. The thought of being at this cruel woman's mercy made his skin crawl, yet the way her eyes bore into him stirred a dark desire deep within him. It was shameful to admit, even to himself, but the way she treated him, he had similar thoughts over the years, thoughts he always pushed aside as soon as he thought them. "You want that, don't you?" she whispered, a wicked glint in her eyes. "You want me to take control, to punish you and abuse you. I have noticed the look in your eyes when I humiliate you. The look is a mix of anger and desire. If you deny it you are lying to me, but more you are lying to yourself." David's breathing quickens, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to silence the traitorous thoughts screaming in his mind. With every word, Lori strips away more and more of his carefully constructed armor. "You will be lucky to ever leave my house again. The question is will you truly want to, or will you admit the truth to yourself David?" Lori taunts, studying his reactions with deliberate precision.
Her stabbing words penetrate deep in his core, stirring something dark and primal within him. His heart pounds louder, faster than before, more audible with every filthy promise spilling from his mother-in-law's lips. "If you hated me so much, and had these thoughts about hurting me, why did you insist I continued to call you mom? As cruel as you have been to me, you are the only mother figure I have left in this world, and I am the family you have left. That said how could you think about doing these horrible things to me Lori?" He hoped to keep the focus off his own thoughts about her from years passed up until the walk into the living room today. "So, why insist I continue to call you mom all these years if this is what you think about doing to me with your hatred Lori?" He asked, his tone very to the point. Lori let out a dark chuckle as she took a drag off her cigarette. "It is really quite simple David. The things I am going to do to you will be so much more humiliating from your mother figure rather than some random old lady. Not to mention the strange satisfaction I get from the thought of beating my son-in-law into complete and total submission to me. This has been twenty years in the making, and I am going to enjoy every single moment of it." Her words linger heavy and filthy in the air between them, strong enough to ignite a fire of embarrassment and dread in David's heart. The realization of the twisted bond that exists between them overcomes him in a rush, leaving him with a strange sense of vulnerability. Lori continues her poetic prose, every syllable dwelling deep in his psyche, corrupting further and further with every passing second.
"Have you ever imagined me screaming at you while I pound on your face with my wrinkled old hands? My rings tearing into your flesh as you cry for mercy at me feet, just to realize there is no mercy to be had." Lori pauses taking a long drag off her cigarette, her burgundy standing out more to him the more she speaks of the things she wants to do to him. "Maybe you imagine me walking all over you like a rug under my feet, my stiletto heels digging into your flesh with each step I take. I know you have fantasized about my ass. What do you think about it? Do you fantasize about me forcing you to your knees, and making you press your lips to my wrinkled big ass so you can kiss every inch? Better yet, do you imagine me sitting my large, wrinkled ass on your face until you are about to pass out from loss of oxygen just for me to move enough for you to catch a breath and do it again?" The more Lori spoke of these unspeakable acts the more he began to notice the bulge growing in his pants, even as he tried to push the thoughts out of his mind. The image of Lori forcing him down onto his knees while she ground her big, wrinkled ass onto his face was almost more than he could handle though. The more he tried to push the thoughts from his mind the harder it became to control the hardening of his cock. "Mom, please stop. I cannot think like this. You are my mother-in-law even id technically we became just two people almost twenty years ago." David begs, his voice desperate and low.
"Oh, but I can't stop now, David." Lori's voice is sultry and smooth as she rises from her seat, a snake coiling up for the kill. "I need you to see just how far I am willing to take this. I need you to see that I am willing to inflict untold amounts of pain. Humiliation beyond anything you have ever experienced before. Culminating in your complete and total submission, so much so that you will beg me to continue the beatings and humiliation. You will long for suffering at my hands, long to be of service to me in every conceivable way." She begins pacing back and forth by the couch, as if waiting for him to admit he wants to experience her like this. The way she plays into his shame is maddening, eating at him just enough to make him wonder what it would feel like to serve her. It's a game of regret and pleasure the two of them have played for years now, subtly pushing and pulling, testing each other to reach the breaking point. A part of him knows there's enough hatred left in her heart to back up the torrent of filthy language flowing from her lips, and if he was being completely honest part of him had wanted to experience her anger and hatred for years. No matter what though he could not admit that to her, hell he barely admitted it to himself. Yet deep down he knew the truth too well, his traitorous body never let him forget for long. The slightest glance of her large, wrinkled ass bouncing up and down as she walked was enough to make his cock swell with an insatiable hunger for her. It wasn't that he wanted to have sex with her, it wasn't like that at all. He wanted nothing more than to be her bitch, her beast of burden bewitched by her quips and filthy promises of pain and pleasure.
His imagination ran wild with smutty images of her laying into him, tearing down what little confidence he had left. With each step she took, her vulgar words and threats hung heavy in the air, thicker than the intoxicating scent of cigars and cologne lingering between them. David's eyes trailed after her violently swaying hips, achingly aware of the torture in her every movement. He trembled at the thought of being reduced to nothing but a helpless worm in her hands, whether in lust or rage, he craved the chaos she promised to bring, and he feared it. "Imagine begging me for mercy as I use you for an ashtray, punching bag, and a toilet all at the same time." Lori continues her vile diatribe, her filthy words growing more and more explicit, each foul word causing David to squirm uncomfortably in his seat. He tries to shake off the sinister sensations creeping up his spine, trying to dismiss her words as some sick taunt, but her raspy voice worms into his skull, polluting his mind. Lori's painted red lips curl into a wicked sneer as she takes another drag from her cigarette and puffs it out in David's direction, a cruel trick which only serves to provoke him further. "So, my dear son-in-law, are you ready to submit to me completely?" she asks, her voice dripping with malice.
"No, mom. I can't willingly submit to you this way." David said his voice shaky at best. "Why not? You are a widower; I am a widower. We have needs and even though I hate you there is no reason we can't both get satisfaction out of this." Lori continued, her cold eyes piercing through him with a rare hint of genuine emotion. Despite himself, David couldn't help but feel his body stir at the idea of submitting to her demands. The forbidden allure of giving in to the one person he had never been able to stand, only added to his growing excitement. Would she truly do the things she has mentioned in her effort to make him submit to her? He could not fathom the idea that she would truly do those things to him, yet the thought alone was enough to set his imagination racing. He has fantasized about her demanding nature many times over the years, her cruel words invoking an undeniable fascination that he could never quell. Against his better judgment, the sickness in his chest unravels, filling him with an inexplicable need to service her in ways that he never thought possible. With each sultry swing of her hips, he could feel his resistance slowly unraveling, his defenses melting away under the pressure of her venomous aggression. "Oh, mom. If you were not my mother-in-law, I would likely submit to you willingly. I did not know these ideas would have the effect they are having; I just can't get past the fact I have looked at you as mom for nineteen years Lori."
David admitted, as he stared at her with beady eyes. "Well, David, that is the thing. I am not really your mom, and you are not really my son-in-law anymore. Yes, we shared your wife, my late daughter, for a year of our lives before she left us. However, at this point we are just two people who have known each other for twenty years. I am going to use the mom thing to make things so much more humiliating for you though. Imagine being beaten by me and kissing my wrinkled old ass while I taunt you saying something about kissing mommy's ass." Lori smiled at him, the corners of her painted lips tugging up into a vicious grin. Her words slithered down his spine, igniting an explosive wave of depraved pleasure. He squirmed audibly, unable to hide his burgeoning erection from his merciless monster of a mother-in-law. It swelled insistently in his jeans, the shameful evidence of his twisted infatuation threatening to engulf him entirely. "Well David it is time for me to take you upstairs to fix my toilet. I will let you in on a little secret though, the toilet was not really broken when it started, but it is backed up now." Lori exclaims, raising an eyebrow in a sort of twisted dare. David stared at her. "Wait, the toilet really isn't broken?" David asked, his voice laced with surprise. "Well now it is broken, and you will fix it. I am not going to tell you what is wrong with it now. I want to see your face when you figure it out for yourself. So, follow me son, and I will show you to the toilet in need of repair." Lori responds, her voice decisive, and commanding.