Chapter 10

She turned away from her mother, and reached for the cold knob. “Now you can have some water, mom.”

Monica left her house to the sound of screaming, and was glad she couldn’t see her breath. The sun was hanging low in the sky to send warming rays. Her mother wasn’t going to open the door behind her, since she would never dare show her naked body outside her house.

The soft roar of the engine greeted her ears as she turned on the ignition, and pulled the seatbelt across her shoulder. It dug in a little as it clicked into place, and put the car into gear as cold air reached her knuckles. She gripped the wheel tight enough to whiten her knuckles as she let the insults leave her before pulling away.

Once she was just out of sight with no chance of being seen by her mother, she pulled the car over to the side of the road. Cold air continued to blow as she turned off the ignition and put the keys in her purse. Monica stepped out and closed the door behind her with a soft click to prevent any sound from traveling.

She would have to hurry if she was going to catch her mother before she stepped into the shower. It wasn’t hot enough to cause her to break a sweat as she moved quickly towards her house without letting herself be seen by her mother. Monica spotted the steps beneath her bedroom window, and silently removed her clothing before opening the unlocked window.

The sound of water running from the sink told her she didn’t need to be rushed. Her mother was doing a thorough job of removing the taste from her mouth as she could from the kitchen sink. She crept through her window with all the silence she could muster and closed it behind her.

Monica opened the drawer where she kept her strap-on hidden from sight and lifted the massive flesh-colored dildo in her right hand as her left reached for the anal lube. She set the lube on her bed as she quickly pulled on her strap-on and felt the familiarity of the pleasant straps caress her flesh. She looked down with a smile at the head and veins, and wished it had a set of balls to finish the effect.

With lube in hand, she moved with great care towards her mother who continued to consume vast quantities of water. Her eyes took in the sagging cheeks and was tempted to reach out for them, but that wasn’t part of the plan. Monica moved her eyes up her back to where her hair was waiting, and prepared herself for the next part.

The water was on the verge of being turned on when her free hand reached out to take a fistful of her loose hair. Greasy texture could be felt as loose strands ticked her wrist, and listened to her mother cry out from the sudden intrusion. Monica yanked Liz’s hair up hard and grinned as she cried out from the pain.

Her mother’s voice shrieked out from pain and anger. “Get your fucking hands off me, cunt.”

Monica yanked hard and could feel skull beneath her finger. “I told you last night how to end what you say, mom.”

She jumped a little from more than just the pain. “Get your hands off me, my daughter.”

Her grip relaxed, but didn’t let go. “So much better when she’s not sleeping. While your daughter’s out, I’m going to have some fun with you, mom.”

Liz screamed out. “Let me go, my daughter.”

Monica firmed her grip. “Set the glass down, mom. You’ve had enough fucking water.” The glass tinkled against the metal. “You don’t believe she’s gone, mom.”

She tried to free herself, but Monica’s grip was too strong. “No. Your in your fucking house, my daughter.”

A controlled laugh escaped her lips. “Let’s go see, mom. If I’m really your daughter, her car’s going to be parked in the driveway.”

She forced her mother to move towards the window without letting the dildo make contact. Her strap-on had to be a surprise. Liz’s feet dragged a little as she pushed her with a controlled yank, which elicited more screams of pain.

Liz’s forehead was pressed against the window. “Is her car here, mom.”

She tried to shake her head as her voice almost caught in her throat. “No, my daughter.”

Monica spoke with a calm voice. “What does that mean, mom?”

She choked a little on her words. “She’s not here, my daughter.”

A controlled laugh was released. “I’m not really here. Am I, mom?”

A delayed answer resulted in a hard yank that caused her face to bounce softly against the glass. “No, my daughter.”

She released Liz’s hair with a smile and felt the strands she yanked tickling her fingers. “Turn around and look at me, mom.”

Her tear streaked face turned towards her daughter with fear in her eyes. She was scared, but not even close to broken. Monica’s smile turned to a grin as she held up the bottle. Liz’s eyes widen as she saw the purpose and started to tremble.

Monica’s face firmed. “Is this real, mom?”

Liz’s eyes grew a little wider as the fear reached her voice. “No, my daughter.”

She spoke with confidence as the grin widened. “That’s right, mom. None of this is real. It’s all in your sick fucking mind. Everything that happens is because your subconscious wants it to happen. Look down and tell me what you see, mom.”