Alyson was hurrying down the streets, knowing that her mom didn't like when she was late. She had irrational fear from her even though she was 30. She had her own place, a job with a nice and steady income, and yet, she always felt like a little girl when talking to her mom. Therefore, she hurried down the road so not to be late for a dinner with her boyfriend, her sister, her husband and of course, her mom. She didn't like family reunions very much, especially due to her sister being spoiled and mom's favorite. She never understood why everything was expected from her, while her sister got everything served on the plate, despite being older.
She came to the building where her mother lived and ringed on the intercom. The door buzzed, and she went in. She called the elevator and pushed the button for the 6th floor. While going up, she looked at the mirror which was from top to the bottom on the opposite side of the elevator's door. A girl looking much younger than 30 looked her back. She had pitch black long hair and very pale skin. Friends often compared her to Snow White, despite her hair being much longer. She was very cute, with a beautiful smile and dark eyes. However, she wasn't in top form, and she hated herself for not finding the time to exercise as much as she wanted to. Her tummy was visible when she wore tight shirts, and her thigs also couldn't fit most of her jeans when she was younger. Nevertheless, she was smart, witty and didn't lack self-confidence. Except when it comes to her mom of course. She always kept iron discipline in their home when she and her sister were just kids, and this hasn't changed much since. The only difference is that Alyson has moved to her own place now, and tried not to see her mom regularly. This dinner was exception to that as her sister also came. She left the elevator, walked to her old place, where now only her mom lived and pressed the doorbell. The door opened few seconds later.
"You're late." Her mom said, scanning her from top to bottom with her eyes. "Even your boyfriend came."
"Nice to see you too mother." Alyson said and hugged her. Has Daria also arrived?
"Yes yes, both her and her husband. We're all waiting for you."
"Now, don't overreact mom, I'm just 10 minutes late."
"Being right on time was never one of your virtues." Her mom grumbled. "Go in the living room, I'll be there in a sec."
Alyson stepped out of her shoes, went to the bathroom to wash her hands and then she stepped into the familiar living room. There was a dining table, a couch where her sister Daria set with her husband Marko, and finally a smaller sofa where her boyfriend Mark set.
"And the star of the night finally arrives." Daria said with that lazy tone of hers.
"Hi sis, long time no see." Alyson said while sitting next to Mark. "Hey love, sorry for making you wait alone." she said and then kissed him.
"No problem at all sweetheart, I know how you always tend to make tight schedules for yourself." Mark laughed while grabbing a beer from the mini-table that was next to the sofa.
"Ok, let's cut to the chase, shall we?" her mom said while entering the room. "I called you all here because even though you both started to earn money and moved out of here, I still think you are wasting your life, and especially your youth."
Both Alyson and Daria shared confused looks between themselves, and then back to their mom.
"Yes, I was confused as well how this all turned out, especially given how strictly you were both raised. But obviously I was not strict enough, or this wouldn't happen."
"What wouldn't happen, mom?" Alyson asked.
"You both haven't yet fully settled and created families. Alyson is 30, no husband, no kids, just some random relationships. And you Daria, you're 5 years older with only one kid. That is totally unacceptable."
"I'm sorry mom, but this is the VERY reason I wanted to be free from you as soon as possible." Jasna said. "And I believe my sister as well."
"Don't you dare talking in my name." Daria panicked. "Mom, she's out of control."
"SHUT UP, both of you. And shame on you both." Her mom shouted. "This is the very behavior which resulted in all this in the first place." She paced the room "Both of you being spoiled brats, thinking on nothing but yourselves."
"Ok, I'm leaving." Alyson started to raise. "No, WE are leaving, right Mark?"
"Hmmm, well, whatever you say I guess..." he started to raise as well.
"Sit down, both of you, or Alyson, you will regret it." Her mom's voice was quiet know, which was always a reason for concern. "Mark, dear, you may leave, but I promise you it will be very beneficial, and I dare say, educational, for you to stay."
They both slowly went down on sofa, Mark being especially confused.
"Mom, why you actually called us?" Alyson asked.
"Silence girl, I'm talking now. You have both been too much unsupervised, and that ends now. Starting with you."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. From now on, I'll take full responsibility for your behavior, and I'll bring you in line. This starts with the most critical aspect of it, and that is your sexual life as you're obviously not acting like a grown-up woman."
Alyson was stunned. "MOM, I..." She could even hear her sister giggling with her husband.
"I said to keep quiet! You obviously forgot all the proper manners I taught you as a child. No worries, I'll correct that, again."
Alyson was just staring at her mom with mouth half-opened, not believing what she was hearing.
"Good, at least you can be silent for a change. Now girl, I want you to remove your shirt."
"WHAT? No, I won't do that. No chance!"
"You will do as I said or I'll disavow you and you won't inherit anything."
"You cannot be not serious?"
"Oh, you bet I am. You have tested my patience for far too long. I thought I've managed to raise a nice and obedient girl who could one day be a great wife to some lucky man, but I was clearly wrong." Her mom was now standing in front of her, not noticing her sister still furiously whispering something to her husband.
"Now, I want to examine you, to see whether you've gotten chubby. And yes, in front of everyone here." Her mom then looked at her other daughter. "I want to hear their opinions as well."
Alyson's cheeks started to blush. "Mom, please don't embarrass me like this."
"If you continue to complain, you'll regret it dearly. Now, remove your shirt or I'll remove it for you, and I promise you the former option is better for you."
She couldn't believe what was happening to her. She was to be in her bra in front of her mom, sister, her brother-in-law and her boyfriend. She slowly removed her shirt. She was wearing a red lace bra underneath. Suddenly, she was all trembling.
"No wonder why your relationships don't last when you dress like a cheap whore." her mom said.
"Yes, she was always acting like some boy-scout, but the reality is totally opposite." Daria giggled.
"I'm NOT a whore!" Alyson almost shouted. "You're just jealous of me having better looks and bigger boobs. You always were!"
"At least I've always had a flat tummy"
"SILENCE, BOTH OF YOU." Her mom said. "Daria, not a word from you anymore. I'll deal with you later."
Alyson was now shaking with rage. She straightened a bit and was blushing as crazy while trying to cover her breasts as best as possible with her hands. She felt so exposed, especially as she was insecure about her chubbiness.
"No need to cover yourself girl." Her mom said. "Now remove your bra."
"No no no, please don't make me do it." Alyson suddenly felt tears starting to appear.
"Oh, you'll do much more than that girl. Now, if I have to repeat myself one more time, I'll stop asking nicely."
Sniffing, cheeks burning with shame and feeling completely helpless, Alyson removed her D-cup bra with one hand and immediately covered her breasts with the other. She could see Daria enjoying every moment of her shame. Both men were trying to act nonchalant, but couldn't help but stare at her.
"Hands by your side."
Alyson couldn't believe what was happening. She put her arms down and her big boobs were suddenly exposed to everyone in the room. Both men now openly looked intensely at her dark-red and round nipples.
Her mother stood up and approached her. "Hmmm" she said, "not what I was expecting. Your tits are already starting to drop. Although..." she took one Alyson's boob in her hand and pulled it up. "... it might be due to the fact that they're bigger than average." She let the boob fall down. Alyson just wanted to disappear from shame she was feeling.
"I doubt she wears bra all the time when outside, mom." Daria snickered, "She probably enjoys showing off."
"That's not true," Alyson started to feel anger boiling in her. "Mom, she cannot..."
"Silence, both of you." Her mom said. "Daria, If I hear another word from you, I'll start with you."
