My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.
Some spelling and grammatical errors are mine however some are intentional. Which is witch I leave as an exercise for those anal enough to care.
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Enjoy. Dom Woolf
My wife Dawn and I were doing pretty good even in this depression, down turn, call it what you will. We both work from home, I'm an architect, and she runs a pretty profitable web based sales business. We own our home here in Las Vegas which we bought at a foreclosure auction for cash, paid 180k for a 550 k house, free and clear.
We have had our ups and downs, a lot of which were from working out Dawns sexual hang ups from her childhood. She was molested by her stepfather, but we worked through all that. She still had a mad on towards her mother and to tell the truth I never really liked the old broad myself. Charlene, Dawns mother always put on the airs of an old southern aristocrat but I always thought she was more like plain white trailer trash if you know what I mean.
Not that Charlene wasn't a good looker for her age (55), with her stylish blond hair, trim waist, long legs, and tight rump, she always reminded me of that old porn star Candy Samples, especially with her 44 double d tits that she liked to show off in tight low cut tops. Fortunately we didn't need to deal with her except at holidays most years.
It was just before summer when the door bell rang in the middle of the afternoon. Dawn was out shopping or something, I figured it was a neighbor or a package delivery; imagine my surprise at finding Charlene with two suitcases standing on stoop.
"Charlene, this is unexpected."
"Where is my daughter? She demanded as she pushed her way inside. She dropped her bags and strode off into the living room.
"Hello to you too," I closed the door.
In the two and a half hours before Dawn got home Charlene and I didn't exchange two words. I heard her puttering around the living room and the kitchen making her self at home.
I was about to go down stairs when I heard them start to argue, I found another two hours worth of work I had conveniently forgotten about.
My wife came up to my drafting room just as I was finishing and dropped down in my recliner. Dawn is a pretty woman with long brown hair, long and lean like her mother but with only softball sized tits. Still way more than a mouthful as the old joke goes and she does love to show them off when the occasion calls for it.
"Your not going to believe what my bitch of a mother just told me!" Dawn may not be a red head or have a reds fiery temper but once she works up a head of steam you don't want to be the object of her anger.
"My rapist son of a bitch of a stepfather lost all their money, lost the house, everything, and then has the balls to run off leaving my mother destitute. The house was foreclosed; she's out on the street with everything she owns in those two suitcases." Dawns voice had been getting progressively lower and she finished almost growling, "Turns out he had never even married her."
I was stunned for about a minute, then it sunk in, and I started way down deep in my belly, a long rumbling laughter. It burst out before I could stop it, Dawn looked at me in anger, and horror for about ten seconds then began to smirk, snort, and finally burst out laughing as well.
"The queen is dead." I managed to spit out. Dawn finished with "Long live the queen!" before curling up in my recliner, laughter slowly giving way to tears.
I held my wife for the next ten minutes as she let out all the repressed feelings for her mother, her stepfather, her lost childhood. When she finished crying she just sat her head hung down for another ten minutes or so before she suddenly sat up wiped her cheeks on her sleeve and announced, "Dinner in fifteen minutes." She was up and gone before I had a chance to react.
I washed up in the upstairs bathroom, taking my time before heading down to the dining room. Dawn had set three places at the table, one at each end, and one in the middle. Normally we eat at the kitchen counter, it's just more convenient, but with Charlene here she had decided to go a bit more formal. I noticed Charlene had parked her ass at the head of the table but I didn't say anything just went into the kitchen to help Dawn bring out the food.
Dawn asked me to grab the enchiladas and swung through the door with the salad. I heard her telling her mother to move to the middle seat, that she was sitting in my place before the door swung shut.
Dinner was a quiet affair, I noticed a couple of things going on. Charlene didn't eat much and drank a lot of wine. Dawn didn't eat much either but spent most of the meal looking coldly at her mother. The few conversations I tried to start died of neglect in short order.
After dinner I began to collect the plates to clear the table when my wife told me to leave them and asked her mother and I to join her in the living room.
Charlene of course started right in saying she was tired and wanted to go to bed. Dawn told her to sit down and shut up.
"Mother you're broke; you hocked the last of your jewelry to take a bus to my house. Everything you own is in the two suitcases by the door. You have no friends that will help you. You have no family besides David and me. You have never worked a day in your life so you have no job skills and the job market is in the shitter. So just what is it that you expect us to do for you?"
Charlene's face screwed up in anger, before a word came out of her mouth I could have told her this wasn't the right approach to take with Dawn. Dawn had spent a lot of years getting over what her mother had let go on in their family home before Dawn had run away. Now with the shoe on the other foot, Dawn was going to exact her revenge! Charlene didn't have a clue. This pretty much summed up Charlene's life, up to this point.
"I expect, young lady that you are going to help your mother out in my time of need."
"Fine, Mother," Dawn face wore an evil grin. "We will help you out just the way you took care of me as a child. You can work here as a housekeeper for your room and board. You will cook, clean, fetch and carry, you will follow orders or I will throw you out in the street.
Charlene was shocked, but Dawn finally made her understand, she would cook and clean or leave. Dawn gave her the night to think it over.
In the morning Charlene was gone.
Dawn and I cleaned up the dishes from the night before and made breakfast. Sitting at the bar stool in the kitchen I was just about to dig into my omelet when my wife casually threw out, "She'll be back. She won't last a week on the streets."
"Do you really intend to make her our housekeeper?"
My wife got that evil grin once again. "I intend to do much more than that. I am going to pay her back for every insult, beating and sexual depravity I suffer growing up. I intend to humiliate her mentally, physically and sexually. She is going to wish I had never been born before I am through with her and you my darling are going to help. You're going to get to do all those kinky things you have always wanted to do to me, but to her. You're going to treat her like a dog, make her take you in every hole in her body, cover her in your cum and bring in others to use her like the bitch she is."
I didn't respond, not then. Maybe I should have, but the more I thought about all the years Dawn had been made to suffer at the hands of her stepfather and his friends, of how Charlene had looked the other way or actively blamed my wife for her boyfriends depravity, the more the thought of humiliating her mother began to sound like a good idea. Though to be perfectly honest I really didn't expect Charlene to come crawling back or to agree to my wife's demands.
I was wrong, Charlene quietly knocked on the door three days later. I heard Dawn answer the knock and heard them talking in the living room for several hours but I was busy working on a tricky structural problem and didn't really pay attention.
I heard the shower in the guest bedroom running for what seemed like an hour and later still heard Dawn call up that lunch would be ready in fifteen minutes.
I really don't know what I expected but what greeted me when I came downstairs for lunch wasn't it. The dinning room table was set, a sandwich, juice, chips and a dip were on the table. Dawn was seated at the foot of the table and my place was set at the head.
Standing out of the way was Charlene, her normally coiffed hair combed straight and cut, rather raggedly, at her shoulders. Her face was devoid of its normally heavy makeup and she was wearing a maid's uniform or I should say a maid's uniform from a porn show. Square cut across the bosom with a platform bra pushing her breasts up, out her large mounds on full display.
The skirt was short, very short. She had on a maid's cap and apron but with very high heeled and rather severely cut shoes.
I think I froze with my mouth hanging open for several seconds before my wife's voice made its way through the shock, "Darling this is our new housekeeper Char. She has agreed to meet our every demand in return for room and board."
"It seems," my wife continued, "that she tried living on the streets for awhile and found that starving, sleeping under bridges and being used by dirty old drunks isn't her thing. So since she had little choice in the matter she returned here to face her past and my justice. Isn't that right Char?"
"Yes, maam."
Gone was the haughtiness from Charlene's voice. This new Char was a different woman, defeated, submissive.
