"Well if you must marry that woman then you must, I don't suppose you'd listen to me anyway but mark my words, I told him this, it won't last, for one thing, she's to old for you, her two boys are only three years younger then you and for another thing you should marry in the church, god is the word and the church is the right place, " Grace Mole droned on, Janice White yawed, god how many times had she endured her sisters story.

Grace Moles only son Raymond had married Daniela Bent six months ago and after the one visit home after the short honeymoon had not been seen by his mother since. To say she was annoyed by the way she had been forgotten, was an understatement, not even a phone call and she was dammed if she was going to ring him even if she knew the number, which she didn't.

Janice shook herself and retuned to the voice, "Nineteen years old and her nearly thirty, god she's only eight years younger than me, what's he see in her, she doesn't go to church and he won't now because he always running around after her, I know, I can see it, he's just like a skevy, I dread to think what the house is like, she does nothing and--."

Janice stood up, "I've told you before Grace, it's his life and he's old enough to make his own mind up, if you're that bothered, go see him, but do something, don't moan just do something, I'll help but you make the first move, just make your mind up but now I must be getting back, Bill will be home soon, I'll see you next Tuesday as always, and for god sake tell me something different, to be honest at the moment you're boring the pants off me."

Grace looked hurt but as Janice made for the door she looked back, "Sorry dear, I know your like me and don't like confrontation but for your own sake and not to mention, my sanity, sort it out,"

Grace looked away, Janice stopped shouting, "Look why have you buried yourself in the church, your always there, its taken over your life why haven't you married again, Bill says you are a very good looking woman, and you are, well you made me jealous you were always lucky in that you look younger then you are and with the worry of Raymond, well you've lost a few pounds, you don't drink or smoke, your fit, you should be you walk everywhere, especially to that bloody church. As Bill says you look really good and he did use the word cuddly. Now I must get home, Bills away for all of next week and he will be mad if things aren't just right, and he will ring just to check I'm busy and that's something you can do, just ring me, I'll come next Tuesday as always as long as Bill says I can."

It was only by chance Grace met an old friend of Raymond's, he had seen him at the dry cleaners, they had exchanged a few words nothing like his old bubbly self in fact nothing of interest at all but he had remembered the address he gave the shop assistant he commented on the rough area he was living, not like when he was at home with her, the small talk was wasted it didn't bother Grace at all now she knew where her son was and with all the gratitude he had shown a piece of her mind was due to that boy.

Instead of cooling down the more Grace thought about all the things she had done for that boy since her husband was killed the more all the things she wanted to say festered inside her, she had to go, she would check out the area, yes that was the plan, check out the area, see where the house was, it would be better to try and see Raymond on his own with out that bitch around, talk some sense in to him, after all it wasn't much to ask, just a little kindness and consideration towards his mother, yes, Grace smiled, I'll try this out next Monday.

All weekend she worried, even at church she prayed for the strength to do this; she wasn't a brave woman, quite the opposite, as her sister said she didn't like confrontation and that was half the reason she was mad at Raymond, he had done a little to help out but both of them had completely relied on her husband, he was the strong one, always taking control, giving them their orders, at least she didn't have to think for herself, but now, especially with Raymond gone, life, people, and decisions seemed to frighten her, that's all it was, she just needed some-one strong to share the burden of her lonely, timid life.

She hardly slept a wink on the Sunday night; it was literally will power that forced to see this through. She wasn't going to be made look cheap, she was going to dress up, look smart show that woman up for what she was, common.

Grace looked in her wardrobe and picked; first a neat blouse, her little white top would go with that if it were cold, next a skirt, she had good legs the only problem was it was a little bit above the knee, still what was the matter with that and black heels, she thought nice.

She showered, taking a while, her stomach churned, she convinced herself, she wouldn't be in until after she had seen her son, he would stand up for his mother, right, where was I? Pink underwear, she liked the lace set and tights, damn her tights were ruined. She hunted around her bedside draws but all she could find was a packet she forgot she had, hold ups, god she hadn't worn them for years, still no chance to change now, time was pressing.

The bus was prompt, but she did feel bit self-conches as she hurried through the estate. She found the road, then the house, all looked quiet. First she skirted the house, looking for signs of movement or more to the fact looking for her, nothing, then she saw him, Ray was emptying a vacuum cleaner, she thought he looked strange, the baggy shirt and shorts were never his style, but that was for later now was the time to move.

Her stomach churned as she opened the gate, she moved down the side of the house and around to where she had see her son, the back door was still open, she pushed, listened and waited.

Hardly daring to breath she went in, she could hear a noise, movement she followed the sound; opening a door she saw Raymond, dusting, spray polish in one hand and a long feather duster in the other, he was cleaning like his life depended on it, nothing was being missed on the high class expensive looking furniture, she softly said, "Raymond," he jumped, turned and knelt.

"Raymond, its me, your mother," he looked startled, his wide eyes flicked around the room before they locked on her face, "What do you want, why are you here, you can't stay, go, go, now," with the panic in his voice he wasn't the only one startled.

As Raymond moved so did the door, Raymond's whole body stopped as if frozen in fear he remained motionless, a voice loud, with sarcasm filled the room, "Well, well if it isn't mummy, welcome to our little love nest."

Grace moved, turning as she backed away from the voice, the sofa stopped any further retreat; a large woman filled the door.

The woman was Raymond's wife; she towered over both of them, in-fact Grace looked bigger than her son at the side of this Amazon type woman.

Grace was trying to comprehend her, she was obviously of mixed parentage, a mane of black tightly curled hair framed a hard stern face, the tight roll neck jumper stood out large and firm from her chest, her waist was large but so was her buttocks they had to be to power the thick thighs that stretched at the leggings, inches were added by the black high heels, she was an overpowering sight, Grace swallowed, she felt as though her enterer being was going to sink in to the floor.

As she took a step inside Raymond immediately moved to her side, he looked like a little hench man beside its master, she carried on as though he wasn't there, moving another step closer to Grace, sarcasm venomously poured from her mouth, Did we fancy a little coffee with your little boy, I'm sure Raymond would be more than obliging, please sit, you look most uncomfortable standing, but I must say you look quite sexy, nice outfit, sit."

As if hit by a fist Grace sat, she watched as Raymond stood by her, she turned a muttered something to him, he almost bowed as he turned a scurried to the kitchen, but Grace didn't have time to think, the woman moved towards her, "Little Raymond won't be long, how are you?"

Fear gripped Grace as the woman now stood in-front of her, she had to lean back to see her face, what with her size and her breast's jutting out, she had all on to get a glimpse of her white teeth grinning down at her.

She turned and sat beside Grace, the sofa bounced as she slumped down on it. Her hand moved quickly gripping Grace's jaw and turning her head, as their eyes met Grace stifled a squeal.

The white teeth parted, "I saw you from my neighbours house, looking over the house, looking for little Raymond, you should have rung, Raymond would have worn his new outfit for such a visit, no worries he's got it on under his clothes, you'll see it when he brings tea, such an accommodating boy, the type of husband all women should have, why did you never marry again?"

Grace was panic struck, "I, er, didn't emm find, you know, er," Daniela carried on, "Your quite the looker for a woman of your age," Grace froze as she felt a hand on her knee, "Sexy legs, good body, face still pretty, yes a looker," Grace was almost pleased by the complement until, "Bet there are quite a few men around here that wouldn't mind having their cocks stuck in your pretty little mouth while you gave them a good sucking or have you bent over while they fuck the shit out of your cute ass."

Grace wanted to be angry but the sheer size of the woman stopped her, the same feeling came with her as they did with her husband, she was cringing from the remark and the hand now on her thigh, thank god the door opened.

Grace's hopes were soon dashed, Raymond arrived with a tray of coffee, but it was Raymond, covered head to toe in a tight rubber suit, only his eyes were visible.

"Well mummy how does your boy look now, bet you didn't know that how he likes his sex, all restrained and helpless, is it like mother like son?"

Grace wanted to run, scream, protest but she darn't, Daniela was half across her, pinning her back while reaching for her cup. As she took the cup her other hand squeezed Grace's thigh just above the knee, Grace jumped, so did Daniela's hand, the coffee cup somersaulted spilling its contents all over Grace's blouse and skirt.

After the squeals of pain and Grace jumping up, trying to pull her clothes from her body, Daniela just got up, "Raymond take you mother to the kitchen, remove her wet things and wash them, I'll arrange some alternative clothes."

Grace, although in pain quickly followed her rubber-clad son in to the modern almost high tec kitchen, I chance to talk to him on his own and a chance to get away from Daniela.

Once in the kitchen she grabbed at him, "For god sake why are you wearing this?" Grace could only see his eyes but the mouth piece was round with vents so she heard, "Its now the way, I like the safety of it, she is my wife I must love, honour and obey, give me your blouse and skirt."

With out thinking she grabbed at the buttons and started to undress, her mind more on trying to talk some sense in to her son; soon she stood there in pink, lacy bra and pants and hold up stockings a tea towel held in front, rapidly talking to a man who wasn't listening while trying to cover her own front.

Daniela strolled through door, "He won't listen to you now, he's mine, totally mine and does exactly what I tell him," she grabbed Grace by the arm and marched her through and back to the sitting room, "And you need to know I'm not some one you mess with, did you honestly think you would come here and reclaim your son, poking your nose around my house?"

Grace trembled in her grip, she was almost in tears as the hand gripped harder, the other hand grabbed the silly towel from in front of her, "Stand up and don't move, hands by your side, your in my house, my rules so now its your turn to do as your told."

"Hands by your side, NOW," the scream hadn't died from Grace's ears when her hands were by her side, she stood there, shaking with fear, the woman's face contorted with a malicious sneer as she moved towards her, "And don't you move until I tell you, I want to look you over, but this time in detail."

Like a tiger around an injured deer the large woman circled Grace, "So this is my little Raymond's mummy up, close and personal, nice figure, are your tits firm?" Grace just looked at her until a hard slap on her arse shoot the words, "Yes, yes quite firm, but."

She grabbed at Grace's hair, "Just answer the questions, that felt like a firm arse, does it take a good spanking?"

Staring up at the woman, who was head and shoulders taller, "I don't know, I never had."

Daniela shook her head, "Your lying to me, Raymond has told me of his father, strong and firm, pity he died before he could make Raymond a man not the mummies boy he is now, but he has his use's, the question at the moment is will you have yours, open your mouth and put your tongue out."

As though at the dentist Grace opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out, Daniela shook her, "I said out that means all the way," Grace stretched her tongue out as far as it would go, "That's better, do you enjoy French kissing?"

Grace was trying not to shake, the intimidation of this woman, the smell of her sweaty body all added to her fear, she thought as long as answered question and didn't antagonise her, she would be spared any pain, it worked with her husband, she stuttered an answer, "I used to when I was first married but that was a long time ago," she tried a silly smile hoping to defuse the situation.

Without letting her move Daniela continued her torment, "So don't you fuck now?"

Swallowing hard Grace tried to act normal, "No, no."

Daniela was relentless, "What not even a legs open drunken fuck against the wall?"

"No, no I er, don't drink, my church forbids it and I get drunk very easily so I stopped."

Danielas grin grew, "Well that's a shame because around lunch time I like a drink, my boys will be back from their probation officer soon, so we usually have a few, and to show there are no hard feeling between family you will join us, don't answer I know its yes."

Grace stood opened mouthed but not for long, Daniela pushed her back on the sofa, "Raymond bring drinks, the boys are coming up the path and I want your mother to meet them, up, close and personal," she laughed but Grace panicked, "Can I have some clothes?"

Daniela moved to the door, "In here boys we have a visitor, your grandmothers here, come, say hello," she turned and looked at Grace, "No, your dressed just right, my boys, your grandson's appreciate a good looking woman."

Two scurfy, heavily built boys swaggered in to the room, both eye'd the woman, then grinned at each other, as Raymond scuttled in Daniela announced, "This is grandma, say hello."

"Hi lady forget your dress, nice tits," the other joined in, "Bet she's got a good arse too," Daniela moved up to them, "Show some respect for Raymond's mummy, now what about the meeting, Raymond a drink for your mother, a large drink."

The boys muttered to Daniela as Raymond brought a large glass of something, Grace took it and whispered, "Are my clothes dry yet, I must go?" Daniela spun on her, "You'll go when you have had a drink with us, if you want to go now drink it all now," she looked at the drink in Graces hand, "And that's not a drink in my house."

With two large steps she grabbed the glass from Grace and marched in to the kitchen, Raymond could be heard apologizing for the mistake before a loud slap silenced him, Daniela returned, the glass filled almost to the top, "Here if you want go drink it all, speak to your grandsons and then your son should have finished cleaning your clothes, do it."

As if in a race Grace lifted the glass to her mouth and drank, Daniela stood over her, her face set rock solid as she watched the cowering woman empty the glass. With a smile she took the glass, "Now its time for you to meet your grandsons properly, they want to show you their projects, they want you to share in their interests, they want to show you their room," Daniela heaved the half naked woman off the sofa, Grace felt dizzy, the room swayed as she felt herself directed towards the boys.

"Hello, which one is which, are you Dan?" Forgetting the way she was dressed she moved close to them, they smiled at her, "Who gives a shit which ones which, mum says you want to see our interests, will their best seen in our room."

Before Grace could say or do anything Daniela gripped her arm, "The boys will show you their interests and if I hear one sound that you aren't interested in their interests then I will deal with you," from her pocket she produced a black handle, with the touch of the button it telescoped in to a long thin hard whip, she flashed it in front of Grace, "My punishment stick, and believe me it hurts, do you want to feel?" Grace shook her head in fear; her brain trying to focus at it swam in confusion.

She looked for Raymond, she needed help but none was coming, Daniela snapped, "Well aren't you interested in you grandson or are you more interested in this?" again the whip flashed passed her eyes, "I'll see their room, please I don't like to be hurt."

Grace swayed as the two boys jostled her out the room and up the stairs.

Their hands fondled the bemused woman as they climbed upwards, not two pace's behind Daniela followed watching her son's hands as they pushed and prodded the attractive, half dressed woman towards their room. They pushed her through, Grace went to speak but stopped as a searing pain flashed across her left buttock, Daniela held up the key to the room, "Any noise, if I hear my boys aren't getting on with their grandma then they will be allowed five strokes each on your arse and that's after my ten, so be a happy family, that's why your hear isn't it then you better make sure their happy" the door slammed and locked.

Grace was getting very confused, the drink, the fear, she struggled to speak, "Well how are you boys getting on with my son?"

The both stood either side, looking over the half naked woman, "Ray, he's all right does what he's told, when he's told, doesn't argue, if we need our cocks sucked he does, whatever but at the moment our interest is his mother."

Grace was trying to comprehend what had just been said, "Did you say sucks your err?"

Both boys were the same stature as their mother, big, one grabbed Grace by both arms, "Yes sucks our dick, you know what that's like, if you don't and you need a lesson just get on your knees and we will show you."

Grace tried to break free, "No, no that's, err your just boys, no your family its," her protest came to a sharp and pain filled end, the other boy pinched the welt left by the whip.

"You want us to shout for our mother, she will take a great deal of pleasure when she teaches Rays mother the meaning of pain, ask Raymond, he knows all about pain, boy can he scream."

Grace felt dizzy the fact that one boy still held her stopped her from stumbling, "Stop it boys your frightening me."

The one who had just pinched her arse let his hand move around to squeeze her left breast, "We are not frightening you we are warning you, mummies boys always get what they want, mummy sees to that, now do you want us to call her, tell her your not interested in our welfare, do you want to make that mistake?"

Grace stood staring at the boy in front, her arms held, she didn't move as the third hand continued to squeeze her full bra, all she allowed herself was a small whimper as the forth hand rubbed over her left buttock, the boy in front grinned, "Then I take it your interest in self preservation will allow us to explore our interest."

Broken with fear all Grace could say was, "Please don't let your mother hurt me, I'll be quiet; you two can do the talking."

The grin stayed set on his face, "Talking was the last thing on our mind, just get your arse on the bed." With an easy shove he pushed Grace back towards the bed, as she stumbled back, the back of her knees hit the bed and she tumbled on to it, before she could get up the boys were either side of her.

She moved to try and get up but sets of hands moved faster, her wrists were grabbed and held firmly to the bed, face's gloated over her, she felt hands on her naked skin, she cowered back not daring to speak, just pathetically shaking her head as she felt the hands moving in opposite directions.

Grace felt weak, she attempted a, "Please boys stop, you must stop, I can't move very well, I," but the only thing that happened was a face gloating over her, "That will be the muscle relaxant mother put in your drink, it just makes it easier for us to keep you where we want you and with your legs open."

Amongst the giggles Grace struggled to speak, "Look boys, no, I'm your stepfathers mother, that makes me your new grandmother."

It made no deference, her hands were now under the boys, their weight holding her weakened state easily; a hand slid in to her bra as another slipped under the waistband of her panties, she tried to move but a voice beside her stopped her, mocking voices taunted her, with stupid, silly voices one answered the other.