Not In Her House Pt 01

My wife and I had experienced a lot in our two years together. We felt perfect for each other. She was the fully loving and submissive wife, and I, the forceful head of household, was very caring towards her. Unfortunately, our apartment complex experienced a fire, so for the next two weeks, we would be tested mightily by going to live with her mom.

Her mom was a wealthy widow in her late 40s. I had only met her a few times; she seemed nice overall. But I had never relied much on others, nor trusted living with someone else, especially a lady as demanding as her mom. She would order me to do things often while she just lounged around. I was hoping as a full-time guest, I would be treated like one. My wife did warn me her mother didn't like men very much. Since her husband died a few years back, she became bitter towards all men.

As we arrived, she was waiting, sitting in her lawn chair on the porch. She stood up immediately to greet my wife, saying, "Hi, honey! So nice to see you".

As she began escorting her inside the house, she looked back at me. "Can you get the bags and bring them in?"

There were about eight travel bags in total, as we got everything we could manage out before the fire reached us. I looked at my wife and said, "Babe, a little help?"

Her mother turned around fully. "I said you get them!" She continued, "You've got to be respectful if you're going to stay here. Do not undermine me, got it?"

I looked at my wife, who looked just as shocked. My wife tried to intervene, saying, "I can help, Mom. It's not a big deal."

Her mom got louder. "NO! I am asking him." She looked at me, almost intimidating me enough to look down. But as I did, I noticed them: her absolutely gorgeous feet. The way her legs were tapping from frustration, the veins in her feet were popping, and her toes were shining with the white polish she had on them. As it got silent for a second, I could hear her sandals smack against her soles. At that moment, I noticed what an Amazon her mom was. She was heavier set, my height, about 5'10", and had absolutely stunning facial features.

As I looked back up, she had her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. I said, "Fine," feeling defeated in that moment. I angrily went to grab the bags, stomping almost to get them. As I re-entered the home, I slammed the door behind me and slammed the bags on the ground almost at the same time. Bad idea indeed. All I could hear was sandals slapping against the floor, quickly coming toward me.

She yelled while coming around the corner, "Maybe you slam doors in your house, but not in mine, got it?"

Not looking to argue, I said, "Fine, whatever," as I retreated to the room. I heard my wife laugh and tell her mom, "I've never seen anyone talk to him like that, and him not react."

I couldn't make it out clearly as I closed the door, but I thought her mom said, "Get used to it."

I was kind of tired, so I rested for a couple of hours until it was about 10 pm. I got up as I heard laughter coming from the living room. As I approached, I listened intently before making an appearance. I heard her mom and my wife talking, saying,

"This is how you have to treat them. They lack self-control. They are animals."

My wife looked shocked "What do you mean? You never treated Dad like that."

Her mom looked angrily, "I should have. After he died, I found out he was cheating. And on top of that he had older beliefs, he used to slap me around and forced me to live under his rules. well this was my house now and I reign supreme."

Before she could continue, I interrupted "I am sorry to hear about that, and sorry for your los.." Before I could finish, her mother walked towards me "Who told you to come out of that room, little boy? You do not interrupt me when grown-ups are talking." I angrily, "Excuse me, maybe we got off on the wrong foot, but I refuse this type of..." She cut me off further, putting her finger in my face. "This is my home, my house, my rules. You have a bedtime of 9:00 pm, got it?"

I started to speak, but before I could get out a word, she pulled my shorts down to my ankles and grabbed me by the wrist. My wife, stunned, just sat there dumbfounded. As her mom put me across her lap, "Bad boys need spankings." The first slap came like a whip.

"I said, what the hell are you doing?" SLAP SLAP she gave thunderous slaps and looked at me with a grin "Stop talking when I am talking." She turned to my wife and continued, "You must control them. They are so used to being neutered by their moms, they do not know how to act without a motherly guidance."

She grabbed at my boxers, now shouting, "Take your damn bottoms off now!" I felt my heart beating twice as fast now, and my erection spring up. I tried to look as intimidating and confident as possible, I pulled away from her "NO! I am a MAN!"

I stood firmly as she squinted her eyes with a terrifying look, I poked out my chest as I felt I had gained momentum back. My wife just laughed at the site of me and pointed at my obvious hard dick. At this embarrassment I tried to put my hands over my cock to hide it as my confident stance was gone.

Mother seized the opportunity while my guard was down, she yanked my underwear completely down to my ankles looking at me with a victorious grin "Now let's have some fun with you".