Have a word with mom.

Terror is written all over her face as she writhes to keep as much distance between you and her as possible. Fuck that you think, and grab a handful of her hair and pull her to you. She squeals involuntarily and tumbles from the sofa, her hands flailing at your arm but without touching, "Ow, aaah. Oww."

You lead her around the floor by the hair, keeping her head low, then relax your grip a little and sit down. She goes to rise and steps backwards to retreat from you.

You advance menacingly, "Stay there and strip!"

Disbelievingly, she finds herself pulling her ribbed sleeveless top over her head. She isn't wearing a bra, and although she is a little scrawny, her breasts are full but substantially less pert than her daughter and sag noticeably on her frame. She pops the button on her tight ripped faded denims and has to sit on the floor to peel them off, throws them behind her then steps out of her plain cotton underpants to reveal a poorly gardened thatch on a presumably well used cunt.

"That's better. You can speak, but be quiet and polite." You grab both of her nipples and squeeze them hard as she regains her feet.

"Uchh. Thank you." She looks like she has just rediscovered her tongue, and her hand goes to her throat. "How, how did you?"

"Not important. Listen and suck my toes", you say, releasing her nipples and sitting down in Cora's French knickers on the sofa.

"oh. ok", she squats between your legs and carefully lifts your right foot to her lips and begins obeying the command.

You continue. "Cora's a good kid. She deserves a hell of a lot better than this. She deserves a hell of a lot better mom than you. So you're going to improve. (Yeah, suck the big toes more, that's it). Here's what you're going to do. Number 1 - Don't drink **** any more. No more **** or smoking anything." You reflect that you could do wonders at sessions of AA or the like. Just tell everyone to stop and they'll do it.

"Number 2. Keep the house neat, clean and tidy like a good mom should." You warm to your task, watching the naked middle aged skank give your big toe a blow job. "Do you have a job?" you ask, breaking the thread of the conversation a little.

"Uh, no."

How do you get money?

"umm, I get benefits, and I get a little cash from sucking dick." she says.

"Ok. No more sucking dick for money. Or fucking for money. Got it?"

"Yes".

"Right then. Number 3. I want you to smarten up your act. Look like a mom should. Dont wear jeans, tshirts, vests or stuff like that. Get A line knee length floral dresses. Wear them everyday." I was getting into a Stepford theme here, "and keep your hair neat".

"Number 4. Don't hit Cora again. Don't shout at her. Don't criticize her. Try your best to be as nice to her as possible. (Do you think you could fit the whole foot in your mouth? Go on give it a try - Attagirl)."

Satisfied that mission was indeed accomplished, you leave with your balls still full and begin walking back to the sex shop.