Now for Granny
I was exhausted after an exciting couple of days taming my mother, and decided to just kick back in the pub, on my own. But, as the first pint went down, I went over the events, and a question popped in to my head. My mother had knuckled down to my dominance quite quickly, but I was sure that my father (now long departed) had not treated her like that. So: where had the subservience come from?
This gave me pause; and after a few minutes I realised that the answer might lie with her mother - my mother-in-law - a woman well able to speak her mind and thus likely to spill the beans. No sooner thought than I was on my way - luckily Vi, my mother-in-law lived locally, and within half an hour I knocked on her door.
Now, let me describe Vi: she's just into her fifties, a widow, about 5 foot 5 inches, with decent sized tits and bum. When she opened the door to me she had on a blouse of an amazing blue colour, and her standard skirt. She was surprised to see me, but pleasantly so. "Don, come in - what's up?"
"Nothing's up, Vi, just took a notion to pop round. Any coffee going?" Vi smiled and I followed her into the kitchen and sat at the table as she fussed with cups and things.
We chatted about family, my work, and I decided to take the bull by the horns. "Vi, did you know your daughter was a slut?" Vi's mouth opened, closed, and then she said, somewhat tersely: "I don't know what you mean, Don. That can't be right!"
Inwardly I smiled - her denial was a little weak, considering I was slandering her daughter, my mother. "Oh come on, Vi, you know exactly what I mean. She goes along with anything you say, agrees just to please".
Vi sat silently for a moment, her expression far away. "Hm, well maybe just a little. I mean, she was taught to please her man whenever possible. It's....it's how I was brought up." She shifted in her chair, obviously uncomfortable with the thrust of this conversation. I pondered for a few seconds on her last statement, then put down my coffee mug and looked herv straight in the eye.
"Violet, stand up. Now!" I underlined the last word with a thump on the table. Vi hesitated, then slowly, far too slowly, stood up. "Too slow, Vi. Sit down again" I barked, and she subsided back into her chair. She was about to say something but I cut across with: "Stand up!" Vi scrambled to her feet and stood looking at the floor. "Hands on your head, woman!"
Again I was obeyed. Oh my! No wonder my mother hadn't resisted for too long - it was bred into her.
"Come round here and stand next to me". Violet came around the table and took up position at my right hand side, hands still on her head. To test the situation further I casually fondled her backside - no movement but a sharp intake of breath. I liked this. "Tell me, Vi, did your father or your late husband take charge of you like this?" I asked, really wanting to know the answer.
Vi, nodded, then murmured "Yes, daddy did. My mother and I were subject to strict discipline."
Music to my ears.
"OK, Vi, take your blouse and skirt off, put them on the table, then put your hands back on your head." She didn't move for several seconds and I thought I'd moved too fast, but then, with a muted sigh, my mother-in-law began to undress. The blouse came off first, and I realised her tits were larger than her daughter's.