Katherine sat at her kitchen table and tried to swallow but couldn't. The sound she made as she tried to coax some saliva out of her mouth was a comically loud gulp. Running her tongue against the roof of her mouth, it scraped dryly against the soft flesh. She tried to breathe and her lungs burned. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as Samantha reached across the table and pressed the white arrow that served as the "play" button on her smartphone.
"Let's watch it again."
"No Sam don't"
But it was too late and the figures frozen in time on Samantha's phone were moving again. The wet slap of flesh on flesh began at a steady rhythmic pace. Michael's deep grunts kept pace with each thrust. In the video, the two of them were clearly shown. Katherine could see her stomach quivering and swinging under the force of each thrust. When she pushed back against him, her breasts began swinging in time with the ripples that ran through the cellulite on her thighs and belly.
Then came the telltale grunt from Katherine, in the video. She watched herself squirm and listened to herself whine and whimper as both the Katherine in the video and the Katherine sitting at her kitchen table knew what was coming next.
"Please Sam can you"
But the video just kept on playing. There was the pained squeal from Katherine as her orgasm hit and her bladder gave up. She squinted and turned her head, but kept watching as he had every time the video played over the past ten minutes. The sound of piss hitting the floor was unmistakable. The shine of it as it ran down her and Michael's legs could not be confused with anything else.
"No way mom, that's the best part."
Katherine didn't respond, just sank lower in her chair like a scolded child. Her stomach was cold and her face was hot. The shame knifing through her was sharper than any she could remember.
"See, without that last part, this is just another sad, middle-aged woman getting bent over by some hot, young college guy. You can find that everywhere on the internet."
"Please Sam, you can't."
"But that last part, where you beg him not to make you piss all over yourself right before you do. We can make that go viral."
"Sam, you didn't!"
Sam began walking around the table, tracing a long circle around it's edge. Savoring the power she had over her mother, she intended to drag this out as much as possible, to make this hurt as much as she could.
"I didn't."
Sam just let that hover in the air, the impossible hope that this wasn't as bad as it was.
"I...are, are you going to?"
Katherine hated herself for letting herself hope that Sam might let her off the hook. She knew her daughter and knew that she was just setting herself up for the next hit, but the part of her that wanted this to be over couldn't help but lunge for the light at the end of the tunnel.
"That depends on you mom."
And there it was. Katherine always knew her daughter resented her, maybe even hated her, but not this much. Katherine's shoulders hung and she couldn't meet Samantha's gaze as she asked
"What do I have to do?"
"Something that might be kinda hard since you've never done it."
"What's that Samantha?"
"Be a good mom."
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"Mmm, what smells so good?"
Michael walked in through the front door and his first breath took him back to his childhood. The smell of fried potatoes and savory meat filled the entire house. Tossing his jacket on the couch and setting the bag of snacks and beer he brought back from the store down next to it, he entered the kitchen to see Samantha and Katherine standing in front of a table covered with food.
"Hey you two. Did you guys cook all this?"
A pitcher of strawberry lemonade glowed pink on the kitchen table, catching the light from the windows and shimmering in the middle of the table like a centerpiece. A pile of hamburger buns sat next to a bowl filled with seasoned ground beef. On the other side of the bowl filled with meat was a plate heaped with home-fries, sparkling with salt and fried to a golden brown everywhere except for the tips which had browned to crispy points.
"Mom did," Samantha said. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt and denim cutoffs. Michael had never once seen her so much as pick a flower, much less any actual yardwork, but she claimed these were her "weekend work clothes."
Michael suspected that she liked the way the t-shirt hung past her shorts and made it look like she wasn't wearing anything at all. Samantha couldn't budge the smile on her face as he looked her up and down, squinting briefly to see if she was actually wearing anything under the t-shirt. In response to his gaze, she did a little curtsey, pulling the hem of her t-shirt up high enough to see that she was.
Katherine was wearing a large t-shirt as well. Normally she walked around the house in her yoga pants and a sports bra but today, just a t-shirt.
"Aww, thanks Kat," Michael said as he pulled back a chair to sit.
"Aren't you going to wash your hands first," Kat said.
Michael stopped with his butt hovering inches above the chair he'd pulled away from the table. He hadn't eaten some of these things since childhood and his brain completely shut off. The smell of fried potatoes followed him all the way to the kitchen where he squirted some dish detergent on his hands and started rubbing them together furiously under the water.
While Michael's back was turned, Katherine turned to her daughter with pleading eyes and desperately mouthed the word, "Please." Samantha gave her a cruel sneer and shook her head "no."
Michael was walking back to the kitchen table, flicking his hands dry and spraying little droplets of water when he asked what they were talking about.
"What's going on with you two?"
"Why would anything be going on," Sam shot back with a playful smile.
Michael sat back down at the table and started piling up his plate, but with a little less enthusiasm. He was pretty good at this, Sam thought. The surprise of the food covered up the surprise of seeing her and her mom together, but Michael wasn't stupid and he would keep asking questions.
Samantha gave her mom a pat on the ass as she sat down across from Michael and started putting food on her own plate.
