Chapter 1

Dorothy Hughes scrubbed at a jelly stain on the kitchen table. She had tried everything, but the wooden top refused to give up the last bit of discoloration. She began to cry. Dorothy was not a strong woman. She had married young to a much older man whom she had thought was strong enough for both of them, but his strength proved a bully's, and he had treated her with nothing but contempt for ten years until he died in a factory accident. She had suffered heaps of physical and mental abuse at his hands, all for the sake of a love she once thought was true and their one boy child. The strain of her marriage had left her a husk of a personality.

Her son, Chuck, recently 18, was beginning to resemble his father in feature and attitude. Dorothy would always try to please the child hoping he would learn to love her in spite of his father's influence, but she had ended up spoiling him, and more and more Chuck began to use his father's tones and expressions to get his way. Only this morning he had called her lazy about not keeping house clean, so that she would give him ten dollars to see a movie. Dorothy's life was little but a slave's, who received a small insurance check every month.

Dorothy still hoped that if she showed Chuck how much she loved him he would mend his ways, but she was beginning to fear the worst. She didn't know what she would do. Her husband, Angus treated her exactly as if she were his slave, to do with as he pleased. He had never tried to make her happy once he knew she couldn't stand up to his contempt. Even when they made love, she would invariable find his cock thrust deep into her throat, choking her or forced up her ass making her scream in pain, rather than given gently into her cunt. When he fucked her normally, he would beat at her pelvis with his hips, hard, and he would grab her juicy tits roughly and bite them. Sex with her husband was just one more way that he treated her with absolute scorn. That was what she feared most.

She looked at herself, standing in the kitchen. Not ugly, by most men's standards, she was tall and slender with a nice sized pair of breasts and beautifully curved hips. If she had more self esteem, she would have looked gorgeous, but the only clothes she owned were old and ugly. Angus had bought them at garage sales, while he paid for fine suits and shirts. Dorothy knew that he cheated on her, but she was more relieved than angry. That was one less time she had to endure his violence.

After he died, she thought about buying some nice clothes, but her son Chuck was already canny about how she spent her money. She ended up buying him toys and gadgets that he played with once and discarded.

Dorothy looked at her cleaning clothes, they were little different from her usual house clothes. She wiped her eyes and went to the refrigerator. Chuck would be getting home soon and would want his dinner.

She was stirring a pan when Chuck arrived. He stalked into the kitchen and slumped into a chair.

"How was the movie?" Dorothy asked.

"It sucked."

"That's not a nice thing to say."

"Aw, I don't care. I told Susie I'd buy her ticket, and she freaked out when I put my arm around her."

"That's nice you have a girlfriend." Dorothy was curious. Chuck hadn't told her anything about a girl named Susie. The last girl he talked about was a neighbor girl who had gotten him into trouble with her dad. He had called her and complained that Chuck had tried to put his hands under her dress. Dorothy wouldn't believe any such thing.

"Aw you don't know anything. I was trying to reach her tits, and she yelled at me. Stupid girl."

Dorothy was shocked at Chuck's language. She stared at him and dropped her spoon. "How could you be so awful? That-that that's..." She didn't know what it was, but she was horrified. Chuck suddenly gave her the meanest look she had ever seen.

"God-damnit, now you made a mess on the floor!" He barked at her.

Dorothy immediately forgot about Susie and looked down where she had dropped the spoon. There was a splotch of noodles and cheese sauce on the linoleum.

"How can you be so stupid? Well, clean it up." Chuck seemed almost happy to vent his frustrations at her.

Dorothy grabbed a sponge and bent over to pick up the spoon and scrub the mess. She heard Chuck move from his chair, but she didn't see him carefully looking at her raised ass.

"And make sure you get it all." He had never noticed before that his mother had such a great ass. Her old dress was torn in a couple places and he could see patches of the cotton material of her panties. He quickly wondered if his mom's tits were as firm as her ass.

When Dorothy stood up again he was standing right in front of her looking at her tits. For a moment she didn't notice, but something caught in her throat when he didn't look into her eyes after a second.

"Uh..."

"Hmmph!" He turned his gaze down at the floor and studied it. "It looks like you got it all, but how could anyone tell? The floor is always dirty." He gave her a glance of disgust.

"Oh, now I cleaned up all day. I worked very hard to wash in here today." Dorothy struggled to defend herself. She was close to tears.

"Yeah, yeah." Chuck turned his back to her and sat down again.

"Chuck, I'm sorry dear. I guess it just isn't good day." She reached out and held his shoulder, but he swatted her hand away. Then she smelled the noodles.

"Oh my God!" They were starting to burn. She turned, frantic, and pulled the pan off the stove. They hadn't burned very much in fact, but Dorothy almost had a nervous breakdown. She hurried to dump the pan into a bowl, and then she scooped out only the non-burnt parts and put it in a dish.

Chuck hadn't said a thing but his eyes smoldered at her while she put the dish in front of him. She stood there waiting for him to try it, knowing he wouldn't let an opportunity to chastise her escape. He grabbed his spoon tightly and dipped it into his dinner ceremoniously. He didn't even taste it. He flipped the spoon of macaroni and cheese right at his trembling mother.

"There, that's what you deserve for giving me burned food. I can't believe how stupid you are!"

That was all it took. Dorothy burst into tears and knelt on the floor. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She repeated and clutched at his shirt.

"You sure are. Get away from me. You're getting shit all over me."

"Oh, honey, don't say that word. I'll make you another supper."

"Shit, shit, SHIT!" Chuck pushed her and she sprawled over backwards.

He stood from his chair and stepped halfway over her body. "I'll say whatever I like, because you're so stupid why should I care what you think?"

"Please..."

"Now what are you going to do about it?" Chuck straddled her trembling body and flicked a noodle off his shirt down onto her. "Jesus, I'm a mess." He glared at her.

Dorothy didn't move. She didn't know what she was going to do. Chuck had finally proven to her that he was her master, and she needed to rely on him. She'd do whatever he wanted. Her face turned white with fear when she saw his eyes strangely soften. He wasn't looking at her anymore. He was looking at her tits.

Chuck was enjoying every minute of this. He felt he could make his mom do anything. Here he was, standing on top of her and ordering her around like she was his plaything. A very sexy plaything. She was holding one arm in front of her face as if he was going to strike her, but caused her tits to straighten out from her chest, and he could see how nice they really were. He had never noticed them before because her clothes were so loose and ugly. An idea came to him.

"I know what you're going to do. You made this mess. You're going to clean it up."

"Of course, dear. You know I'll do whatever it takes. I'm so terribly sorry." Dorothy saw something new in her son's face. She wondered what it was. She felt a pang of fear deep inside her. When she tried to get up from the floor, Chuck stepped back. His eyes held some hidden meaning.

"First you're going to have to deal with this. He pointed at the stain on his shirt."

"What do you mean?"