(Warning. If racial slurs truly offend you skip this story.)
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"I can't believe it. My boy is out there right now trying to get a job to keep a roof over our heads and here you are with that thing!" Mrs. Brenan snarled as she walked into the room where Angie was trying to hide her vibrator. Her daughter in law blushed hotly and remained frozen in place, her shapely rump thrust high into the air with her knees still on the bed. Her breasts swayed beneath her as she leaned over the edge of the bed in the process of secreting her dildo back to its secret hiding place beneath her dresser. Angie's eyes darted to the cell phone that held her fate. She didn't know how long her Janet had been in the room, she did know that there were photos on that phone that would cost her her marriage if they got out.
Mrs. Brenan, Janet, kept walking into the room where her nude daughter-in-law was so lewdly displayed. "You're just a worthless black bitch. It hasn't even been a year and you can't remain loyal to him inside his own home." Janet hissed stepping closer to Angie.
"You can't talk to me like that!" Angie finally shouted tossing the dildo to its place and sitting up. "You haven't paid for shit around here since I got here!" Angie screamed covering her tits with one hand her freshly pleasured pussy with the other.
"I'm his mother! You're a worthless black bitch!" Janet screamed running to the edge of the bed and then stopping to take a deep breath. "I know what you are Angie. . I'll send the pictures of you whoring yourself to your dildo to Jake and we'll see which one of us he kicks out. His dear old mother or his nigger bitch!" Angie lowered her head slightly focusing on the corner of the bed for no reason she could really figure out. "Then we can send you back to live with your parents!" Janet taunted. Tears welled up in Angie's eyes. "Oh wait, your parents don't want you back do they? So what if we kick you out? You'd just be a street cunt. You think you could earn enough turning tricks to keep a roof over your head?" Angie sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. Janet was right of course. Jake had done a damn good job of separating her from her friends over the last two years. There was nobody else to turn to.
"What do you want?" Angie asked staring down at her knees. Janet laughed and told her that she wanted Angie to be her house nigger. Angie flushed with anger until Janet reminded her what would happen if she and Jake got a divorce which would certainly happen if he saw what a slut she was. If she was lucky her parents would take her in. The fact was if Jake decided he wanted a divorce she'd more than likely find herself on the streets.
"What do I want?" Janet mused stepping closer to the bed. "I think I want you out of my house." She teased looking at her phone and scrolling through the pictures. "I always knew you were a fucking good for nothing piece of shit whore." Angie looked to the floor fresh hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "If I get you out of here then I can have my baby boy back."
"Please Mrs. Brenan don't tell Jake." Angie sobbed.
"Fine you can stay here as my house nigger." Janet said standing over Angie. The anger flashed back into Angie's eyes and she leapt to her feet. Her entire body was trembling with rage her hand twitching slightly as she resisted the urge to slap her mother-in-law. "Go on, slap me. Make it that much easier to convince Jake you're a cheating whore who doesn't respect his Mother." The rage flared up again stronger this time but she knew Janet was right and the rage subsided.
"Ok." Of course that wasn't even close to good enough. Janet wanted to break Angie's spirit completely. The bitch deserved it for stealing her son away and besides Angie was only barely human to Janet. Janet deserved to be treated and addressed with respect. "Yes ma'am." That was better, for the moment anyway.