Dealing with that bitch Catherine (Uptight Mother)

I stepped out of the car and approached with a false smile. Megan's mother Catherine seemed to wear permanent judgment on her face. In addition to that, she had that 'I'd like to speak to your manager' haircut. She was slimmer than Megan, almost skeletal like. I assumed that Megan got most of her features from her original father, who’d been smart enough to divorce Catherine. Just before I'd met Megan, Catherine had married Neil. He was of similar build to Catherine. In fact, he looked like Mr. Burns come to life, with his long nose, and fading hairline.

As soon as Catherine got a look at her daughter's little dress and knee-high fuck-me boots, she gasped. To be fair, it was the exact kind of thing she'd complain about, seeing as the dress flaunted most of her legs in addition to ample cleavage. Unfortunately, Catherine stopped short of having a stroke, but I still took satisfaction in upsetting her. Neil, on the other hand, seemed to be copping a view of her. Guess I can't blame him, considering the frigid bitch he'd married probably didn't give him any.

"Hey Mom." Megan said.

"Ah, hello dear." She said, her voice quivering with anxiety.

"We didn't keep you waiting that long, did we?"

Catherine flashed a smile. "Just a few minutes, but it's okay."

"That's good."

Catherine then turned to me. "And how are you, Mike?"

"I'm good, thanks."

"That's good to hear."

"How about you come on in?"

Megan unlocked the door and led her parents inside to our house. I followed along too, as Catherine said, "So what were you two getting up to?"

I couldn't wait to hear the lie Megan was going to come up with.

"Oh, not much. Just uh... hanging out around town." Megan let out a nervous chuckle at the end of her statement. It was hard for me to maintain composure as I thought of what Catherine's reaction to the truth would be.

"So how's college going?"

"Yeah alright, but, my laptop got broken earlier in the week."

"Oh dear. What happened?"

Megan proceeded to tell Catherine about her incident. Thankfully, Catherine didn't offer up any money for Megan's laptop. Not like I expected her to. Being charitable in her vocabulary had been replaced with 'giving handouts to freeloaders'. Maybe she'd change her mind if she knew the sins her little angel would be committing onstage for the amusement of other men.

As Catherine prattled on about her book club, I looked to Neil. I was getting a feeling that Neil wouldn't mind being a part of that audience. He couldn't help but take the occasional glance at Megan's cleavage, even knowing what Catherine would do if he caught him peeking. To be honest, I found it a bit unnerving. Sure, he wasn't blood-related to Megan, but it still crossed a line. Either way, there wasn't much I could do but hope Catherine might notice Neil's perving and succumb to a heart attack.

After drinking my coffee, I found myself needing to take a leak. I made sure to take an extended break, even checking on my phone to kill time. The only thing that stopped me from taking any longer was Neil knocking on the door. With a sigh, I left the safety of the bathroom and headed back towards the living room, where I overheard Catherine saying, "You can't be wearing that sort of thing in public Megan."

"What do you mean?"

"You look... Trashy."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you do Megan. That's the truth."

"All my girlfriends wear outfits like this."

If only they did. Then again, the new friends she's gonna make at the strip club probably will dress like that.

"Well then they dress like whores."

Megan's face fell into a shocked expression. "Mom!"

With a grin, I stepped into the living room and said "That's no way to talk to your daughter."

Catherine started stuttering, realizing I'd heard her. She realized at that moment that she'd been a little too honest and even worse for her, I'd been a little too near. I could see the anger and frustration on her scrunched up face. Catherine always liked to pretend she had the perfect family, and that her daughter was a little angel.

Catherine glared at me. "I'll talk to my daughter however I may please." Then she stood up and called out, "Neil. We're leaving now."

"Just a second." He replied.

Catherine pouted at the two of us. "Hmph. I'll be out in the car."

With that, Catherine stormed off outside. I tried my best to contain my laughter, at least until Neil left. When I finally calmed down, I looked to Megan, who sat there stunned over what happened. I however grinned, having just gotten rid of that cunt of a woman rather quickly. Now it was time to deal with my little whore.