Chapter 14

I’ve no idea what he’s talking about, since I can’t imagine what he would need to do in my bathroom. There’s nothing to get ready, but I’ll take the reprieve. His fingers leave my body, and it’s not easy to move. My son’s kept me in the same position too long and I ache all over as a result of more than his continual assault on my ass.

The distance between mind and body is vanishing and I feel everything now. It’s almost unbearable to stand, but I won’t shed so much as a single tear. Some of him drips down my thighs and want to tear away at my skin, but my hands remain at my side. Hanson may be in my bathroom, but could return at any moment. I want to look as indifferent as possible in hopes of boring him into ending this nightmare.

I start to walk slowly to stretch more than just my legs, and hear water running in the bathroom. There’s nothing I can do to cover myself and must deal with further humiliation by my son. There’s no escape from him and no to the nightmare in sight. God will do what I can’t when he casts him into the lake of fire forever.

A bucket starts to fill from my bathroom and I do hope he was serious about me being able to take a shower. My feet press against the cushion of the carpet as I feel my tits bounce a little with each step. I hate being naked, but my son’s given me no choice in the matter. There’s no doubt he would have Walt do what he threatened.

The water comes to an end and hear a little dripping as his voice calls out from my bedroom. “Get your ass in here, mom.”

I wish I could delay my steps, but must do as he wants and start the trek to my bedroom. My eyes glance down as my feet hit the cold surface of my attached bathroom and see his softened state with evidence remaining of what he did to me. There’s an unpleasant scent of more than just sweat coming off his body, and I can’t stop myself from getting closer to him.

I see what he has planned and know there’s nothing to stop him. His trimmer and the razors next to the shaving cream tells me all I need to know. I can see various colored cloths in the red bucket of steaming water, and wonder if there’s any humiliation he will not put me through.

He’s not even trying to hide the excitement in his voice. “Lie on your back and prop your head up. I want you to watch me shave every last hair, mom. Once your pubes are gone, I expect them to stay that way.”

My face reddens as I lower myself and wince from the pain as my ass makes contact with the ground. There’s no getting out of this, which means I must continue to position myself the way he wants. The eyes of my son are more focused than I’ve seen in a long time and wish he would look away from my pussy and my body.