Chapter 5

She let loose with a controlled smile. “You know what, mom? I don’t want to see that shit. It’s disgusting. Turn around and crawl into bed.” Her mother parted her lips to speak as she glared hard, but Monica cut her off before giving her the chance to say anything else. “I don’t want to hear it. Whatever your going to say, I don’t give a shit.

“You have two choices, mom. Turn around and crawl into bed, or I take your ass back naked. You already know you’re never getting out again if I take you back. You’ll be locked up forever. What’s it going to be, mom?”

She breathed heavily for a few seconds and turned without saying a word. Her pale cheeks were round with all the signs of age as her tits. They bounced a little as she bent over the bed and started to crawl towards the straps that would encase her wrists. Liz kept her legs close together to hide most of what she hadn’t seen, but even this angle showed signs of pubic hairs left untouched.

Monica was tempted to slap her ass as hard as she could, but held her temper in check. “Lay down on your back, mom, and put your arms up.”

Her tits fell into view as she tried to focus on something that wasn’t her bush. They fell across her chest as Monica walked towards the edge of the mattress and reached for the first cuff. She could see the markings of where the previous cuffs had been and held off on touching any part of her mother that wasn’t necessary. Those things would come in time and she would maintain her focus.

She made as little contact as possible with her mother’s soft flesh as the first cuff went on with ease. She expected her mother to fight, but kept silent. Liz’s unwashed hair entered her nostrils in an unpleasant manner, but wouldn’t allow the scent to cause her to lose focus as she bound her other wrist. Her mother was going to take a shower soon enough.

Monica pulled back and moved towards her ankle and felt it yank out of her hand. “Don’t you dare. I only need them for my wrists, you stupid cunt.”

She reached up with both hands and got another unpleasant scent of stale sweat and piss. “I don’t care what you need, mom. Wrists and ankle cuffs came together in a fucking package. I’m not wasting money on you.”

Liz tried to kick out at her daughter. “Of course you’d get a set. I always said you were a stupid whore.”

Monica used the kick to her advantage and soon had her first ankle locked in place. “I saw cuffs for the thighs, mom. I can always get a set and keep your legs spread.”

A look of shock crossed her mother’s face. “You would really do that to me. I’m your mother.”

Her voice was filled with practiced intent. “I would. Stop fighting, mom.”

Her free ankle was bound without a single kick. She stepped back to admire her work, particularly where the legs were forced slightly apart. Pubic hair and shadow blocked her view, but it did the job she needed. Liz looked so helpless before her daughter, which was one step closer to justice. Black cuffs played beautifully against her pale flesh and wanted to linger, but there were other things to do before she could really enjoy herself.

She looked into her mother’s hateful eyes. “This is how your going to sleep at my house, mom. I don’t want to hear any bitching about the ankle straps. You bitch, you go back. Is that understood, mom.”

Liz spat out her answer with all the venom she could muster. “Fine. Now, get me out of this you stupid little cunt.”

Monica’s eyes moved down her body and settled on her brown mound of curled hair. “Not yet, mom. I don’t want to see that disgusting bush ever again. When you go to take a shower later today, I want you to trim it. Either that or I shave it off right now.” Her eyes moved up to see a shocked face. “Trim or shave, mom.”

More venom came from somewhere deep within. “Fine. I’ll trim it. Let me go.”

She shook her head. “I want to make something clear, mom. You’re going to trim it each day before taking a shower.”

Liz scowled and was silent for several seconds. “Fine, you fucking cunt. I’ll trim it each day before I take a shower. Let me go.”

Monica smiled a little as she shook her head. “Not just yet, mom. I’ve got to pee. Might as well make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back soon.”

She screamed out to be released as Monica left the room. She wasn’t telling her mother a complete fabrication. There was a need to release her bladder, but not a pressing one.

Monica stepped out into the hall with her mother cursing her every step of the way. She took off her shirt and tossed it on the ground before returning to her bound mother. A grin crossed her face as she stepped next to her mother’s legs and stared into angry eyes.

She pressed her hand between her knee and felt the warmth of her flesh in her hand as Liz shouted, “Get your hands off me, you filthy whore.”

Her hand pressed up with a gentle touch and enjoyed seeing the look on her mother’s face. “We’re going to be having lots of fun, mom.”

She tried to yank free of the restraints, but all it did was shake the boards a little. “Let me go.”

Monica’s hand reached her soft thighs as her finger dug in a little. “You know I’m not really here, mom. Your daughter’s in the bathroom peeing. If she’s in there, I can’t be in here with you, mom.”

Liz screamed out as she tried to break free, which caused the headboards to rattle. Her fingers reached her mother’s thigh as she got her nose close to her pussy and inhaled the scents of sweat and stale piss. She almost reached out with her free hand to press the curled hairs back to see the pink more clearly, but that wouldn’t have been a preplanned action.

She straightened herself as she let the warmth of her thighs bring pleasure to her body and started to drip a little. “It’s a shame she’s giving you a choice, mom. I would’ve shaved you.”