"No way! Not in a million years." Alyson was furious now, her titties red and being humiliated beyond all limits. "Mark, we're leaving." She stopped just to pick up her bra and shirt.
"Great, that spoiled brat never deserved to inherit anything." Daria whispered to Adam, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Alyson stopped and turned to her mom. "You're not serious about letting her to inherit everything just because I don't want to be humiliated and paraded like some kind of... animal?"
"Don't insult animals." Daria grumbled.
"FUCK YOU!" Alyson shouted. "You might be older but you're PATHETIC! Always going through life with schemes and lies..."
"THAT'S ENOUGH, BOTH OF YOU!" Her mom shouted. "I see now how much I've failed you both. No matter how much I tried, I failed to raise two daughters who would support each other." Then she took a deep breath. "Alyson, it's not about parading you in front of everyone. It's about you accepting what is asked of you so that you might deal with bigger problems in life and learn when not to talk back, which is a feature of a well-behaved wife." She looked at her younger daughter. "And you, my dear, are a long way from it. So yes, I'll remove you from my will first thing in the morning unless you do as I say."
There was a silence in the room, Alyson and her mom looking at each other. Then Alyson let her bra and shirt fall to the ground, defeated. "Ok mom, you win. But please, at least let me have some dignity."
"You'll need to earn a right to not be treated like a common lowborn girl by not questioning my every word." Her mom said. "When you accept that you've been a bad, naughty girl, who deserves what comes to her, then we can talk about you earning my respect. Now. Lower. Your. Jeans."
Alyson looked at Mark and when he nodded, she felt a bit braver. Yes, she can do this. She unbuttoned her jeans. Then she turned away from her sister, not being able to stand Daria watching her strip. She slowly lowered her jeans, feeling her cheeks getting hotter. She was wearing pink slip panties with floral design. Alyson silently thanked God for not wearing thongs, even though she was planning for some sexy time with Mark after dinner.
"Straighten your back girl." Her mom demanded. Of course, it was not about her spine, as she always had a straight posture, but pure shame that made Alyson try to be as small as possible. Nevertheless, she straightened.
"Now, that's some plump ass, sis." Daria giggled. "How you even managed to fit it into such small panties?"
Alyson blushed even more, but her mom silenced Daria with a stern look. She then approached Alyson and grabbed her right butt cheek which made Alyson squeak involuntarily. She was not used to anyone touching her there apart from her boyfriend.
"Do you exercise girl?" Her mom asked.
Alyson lowered her eyes. "Not in last couple of years mom. I just cannot find time."
"Nonsense." Her mom replied. "One can always find a slot in their schedule for a gym few times a week". She now grabbed her other cheek. "This is totally unacceptable, you're only 30."
Alyson wanted to die from being so shamed, and in front of her boyfriend, no less. He never complained about her looks, or whether her butt is firm or not. Did he lie to her all this time? She looked at him. "You said you love me and enjoy having sex with me."
"I did." Mark responded. "You look great." That put smile on Alyson's face.
"See? And I don't care what the rest of you think." She looked at Daria. "Especially you! You're as flat as a pancake."
"At least I'm not the naked one in the room." Daria responded, which made Alyson blush again.
"Let's cut to the chase." Her mom interrupted Alyson's response. "Alyson, I want you to do 50 squats."
"What, like now?" Alyson was suddenly afraid again.
"Yes, now. Hands behind your head and I want you to go as low as you can. If not, you'll be punished as I see fit."
Alyson gulped, then she did what was asked of her. She turned to Mark, as she couldn't bare her sister watching her. That unfortunately meant she turned her ass towards her.
One, two, three, four... Alyson started to count in her head. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three... She started to sweat, her legs starting to ache... Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven... Now her butt started to ache as well, and sweat started to go in her eyes. She realized that she was in bad condition. But she was not going to give up. She looked at Mark for support, and then suddenly realized that her boobs were also drenched in sweat. What a sight I must be, she thought. Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty. Alyson stopped, trying to catch her breath, hands lowering to her knees. Sweat was dripping from her. She looked at her mom, looking for appreciation. However, her mom was not looking in her eyes.
"Why are your panties wet girl?" she asked, her tone quiet.
"Wh... What?" Alyson was still trying to catch her breath with hands on her knees, not realizing she was showing her bum to her sis and her husband. She then looked down and spotted a wet mark on the front of her panties. The world stopped. "That's just sweat mom." she whispered. "You see I'm not in great condition."
"If that's sweat, then panties would be wet everywhere, not just on one spot." Her mom's voice was strangely quiet. Alyson knew she was right, but she couldn't admit that, nor to her mom, nor to herself. Was she... Was she turned on by Mark looking at her, bare chested, doing squats? And what about Adam? He was certainly looking at her butt, going up and down. No, no, she was not like that.
"Mom, I swear it's just a sweat." Alyson started to panic.
"Turn around girl, let's see what your sister has to say."
Alyson felt like in a dream. She slowly turned around, trying to keep legs together. Adam's eyes widened, and Daria looked at her panties, then at her, then at her panties again. "Mom, she's all wet down there. Oh god, what a... Alyson must have been enjoying every moment of this." She paused for a bit, then smiled. "This is obviously not a punishment for her."
"No mom, don't listen to her." Alyson pleaded. "She just hates me."
"I've heard enough girl." Her Mom was getting angry again. "And I've certainly seen enough." She approached her. "I will confirm this myself. Lower your panties."
"MOM!" Alyson's head was now spinning, both from lack of air from doing squats and from what she just heard.
"Now girl!"
Alyson's hands started to shake. This was not happening. She was not going to be fully naked. Her mom is not going to... inspect her... in front of everyone. Oh god. OH GOD! She placed her hands on her panties, closed her eyes, and slowly, lowered them to ankles. Then she straightened, still not opening her eyes. She heard Daria gasp. She could almost hear the deadly silence and could feel all eyes on her.
"Spread your legs girl."
Like in a dream, she complied, stepping out of her panties. She was now stark naked, her pussy completely bare. And her bum. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it would break from her chest.
She felt a hand touching her down there. Oh God, a hand is touching me and it's not Mark's. Alyson wanted to scream, to fall into the ground. Her legs started to shake. She felt her cheeks becoming crimson. Worst of all, she felt wetness down there. Not the sweat. She was delirious. She always considered herself to be a well-behaved girl, even a bit shy. Now, her body was betraying her. She was... somehow... turned on by all this. Involuntarily, she was thinking. It must be just a natural reaction.
"Open your eyes girl."
Alyson complied. She looked Mark, looking her like he sees her for the first time. She looked back. Her sister was watching her with half-opened mouth, while Adam didn't want to meet her gaze. She did however see obvious bulge on his jeans. On some distant level, she felt that she has won. Her sister's husband was obviously turned on by her ass.
Her mom was strangely calm. "I see three problems here. One is easily fixable. One is not fixable. And the third one will be dealt with in time". Alyson looked at her mom with a puzzled expression. She felt like she was slowly getting out of the trance she fell into.
"First problem is that you're unshaved." Alyson then remembered that her mom has always insisting on shaving everything below the head. It was hygienic, she was saying. And also, good girls have nothing to hide. Alyson had a landing stripe for few months now. It made her feel more mature. Mark also liked it. Suddenly, her mom grabbed her pussy hair and Alyson squeaked. "MOM!"
"SILENCE! How many times have I told you that only hair on a woman should be on her head?"
"But mom, I'm not a teenager anymore." Alyson pleaded, feeling more and more uncomfortable while with her mom squeezing her pussy hair.
"You will shave girl. Or, better to say, you will be shaved."
"Mom, can I do it?" Alyson heard Daria's voice from the back. "She probably doesn't even know how to shave anymore -- she's probably paying someone to do it for her, enjoying displaying her pussy."
"SHUT UP!" Alyson screamed.
*CRACK* Alyson felt her cheek burning from her mom's slap, and when she we tried to step back, she felt a sharp pain down there. Her mother was still firmly holding her by her pubes. Alyson had never felt so powerless.
"If another word leaves your mouth in the next 2 minutes, I'll rip this bush of yours, hair by hair."
Alyson was stunned, still trying to process what she just heard. Luckily, she managed to close her mouth.
"Now, where were we..." her mom finally released her pubes, but Alyson didn't dare to lower her hands in order to scratch herself down there as her pussy itched everywhere.
"Second problem, which cannot be fixed, is that your inner lips are visible." Alyson felt heat getting back in her cheeks. "I cannot even imagine how many times you had sex, or worse, played with yourself, stuffing god knows what in you, which consequentially ruined your pussy for any decent man that would have you." Her mom was getting furious. Alyson desperately wanted to respond. This is all nonsense. Having sex has nothing to do with how my pussy looks. It's... It's such a rural thinking. She however didn't dare to speak.
