A Grandbaby

Lois felt her hands run down her body, over her lips and face, grabbing her own breasts, squeezing and kneading the nipples between her fingers, which then ran down the flat valley of her tummy, feeling the hard muscles beneath the skin before diving into her pants. She could feel everything as if she was doing it herself—but she could control nothing. Only stare out helplessly through her own eyes, a prisoner in her own body.

"You are magnificent Lois," Ella Lane spoke with her daughter's voice. "You grew up into such a beauty...kept your body nice and toned and fit..."

The fingers plunged into Lois' cleft, feeling the wetness there between her legs. Lois was shocked at the ease and abruptness of the intrusion. On her own, she preferred to handle her sex more delicately.

"...but you don't have a man, do you?" Ella mused out loud. "And you've certainly never had a child. You do know how much mothers want their grandbabies, don't you?"

Lois wanted to scream, anger and resentment flaring inside of her, but if Ella Lane noticed she gave no indication. It wasn't just that what Ella was saying was true—Lois had put career before having a family a long time ago, though she still wanted to have a baby someday—it was how her mother was literally controlling her. Every daughter's nightmare.

"Yes, we do...and so very often all we can do is sit back and wait, let nature take its course. But tonight...I'm in control. And you, my darling daughter." Lois felt her hand pat her stomach, just below her belly button. "Are going to get fucked. There are any number of eligible bachelors upstairs who would piss themselves at the chance to put a baby in your belly."

The smile stretched Lois' face painfully. "At least one of them is going to get the chance."

With smooth grace, Lois' jacket in hand, leaving the shirt on the bed, Ella walked out of the room, back into the club. No one stared at her as she made her way back beyond the black door, and into the freight elevator. The lift lurched into motion, carrying them up, back toward the club with all of its drunken revelers...

Ella put on the jacket, the bare leather cool against Lois' bare skin. Without a bra, unzipped, it just barely covered the reporter's nipples...provided Ella didn't move too much. Lois wanted to squirm, frustrated at her complete inability to do anything except watch as the elevator shuddered to a halt, and the doors opened to reveal the meat market.

Blinking at the change in light, Ella stepped forward with less confidence than a moment ago. Her eyes struggled to adjust, to make sense of the scene... and, Lois noticed, the gaze was continually drawn to single men, their crotches and ring fingers. Lois would have shook her head if she could, disgusted as she had a front-row seat for her own mother on the prowl—and in her body no less! The inspection was only halted by an unexpected interruption.

"Lois!" A voice called, a body moving in from the crowd. Ella turned to see who had recognized her, and Lois was wondering that herself.