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Stern looking Mrs Jones challenges you as you approach. “What the hell did you do to my daughter? ” She is absolutely and abundantly a mother you would like to fuck on a daily basis. You have a thought that Ashley Jones is an only child.

Dressed as a career workaholic woman in her mid-thirties, you suspected Ashley’s father was a wimp that let his wife do whatever she want regardless of what he may want. The superior elitist aura is also a definite sign.

“I am your daughter’s fiancée.”

Slightly taken aback, the woman looks into your eyes as if she could somehow divine the truth. “Fiancée you say? This is the first I have heard of it. My name is Rachel Jones.”

You quell a smirk before it reaches your facial muscles, “My Lady, I beg your pardon but I suspect that may be a common occurrence when Ashley wants to avoid fighting with you.”

“Such cheek!” Rachel’s eyes flared as if she really does feel antagonized, “I concede that Ashley said she was going over to Faith’s house earlier, but instead she lied and went on a date. I should ground her for lying such as that."

“Yet here you stand, waiting as if you expect her to be right back out.” Rachel correctly deduces, and you realize she may have a brain afterall. Her reason and logic simply fails at an emotional level, instead of on all levels.

With a disarming warm smile you grab Rachel’s hand and bow to kiss the back of it. After dropping her hand and straightening back up, “I wish to meet my future mother in law, Lady Jones.”

“I will have you know that I am not, and never will be your Lady. Apparently you think my daughter is already your Lady though I think not. No daughter of mine is going to be getting married at this age. She just started going to college…!...”

You try to bite your tongue and hold your retort in your throat. There is little good in continuing this verbal sparring match. Rachel seemingly has already cast judgment and found you wanting.

However, the arrogance of this woman reminds you of Ashley’s father and one of the reasons you had let your lustful pride execute your plans on publically humiliating them both the Jones and Faith Olson’s family.

After thirty minutes of listening to Rachel’s verbal **** you finally had enough. “I fully understand your beliefs and opinions, my Lady but they are also irrelevant. Ashley is past the age of consent and able to make her own choices.”

That simply infuriated Rachel even more even though that seemed such an impossible feat beforehand. “Irrelevant? Me? You want to be my son-in-law and have the nerve of calling Me, her mother? Irrelevant?” For a moment you wondered if she was going to have a heart attack right there despite her youth. The stress had to be wreaking havoc on the chemistry processes in her mortal coil.

"As long as Ashley lives in ‘my’ house then she will follow my! rules.”