Mother in law or grandma

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Two months had passed since the beginning of my new relationship with Sarah.

Now I was immersed in my role, Sarah was treating me like a child.

Sometimes Aunt Rose or Aunt Catherine would come to visit us.

Aunt Rose had stayed with me for the night a few times and once took me to her house at night and in the morning when Sarah came home from work she came to her house and brought me back to our house.

Sarah tried very hard to change her shift and go to work during the day to take care of me. But she was told that this would not be possible for another 6 months.

One weekend night Sarah had me on her lap, I was sucking my nipple and I had put my head on her big and soft breasts. And Sarah was reading me a beautiful storybook.

After finishing the story, she looked at me. Well, the story is over, but why is my baby still not sleeping? I pressed my head more to her breasts.

She said, "Okay, son, I have news for you."

I looked up and looked at him.

I have to work to pay for my living expenses, and unfortunately, my job is night shifts, and my manager told me that I won't be able to change my shift for at least another 6 months.

This is going to make it difficult to take care of you, so I made a decision.

I called my mom and talked to her and suggested that she come live with us, so I wouldn't have to worry about taking care of you.

Well, mom is retired and has experience taking care of small children.

She'll be here tomorrow.

This news really worried me. Although I had been in this situation with Rose and Catherine before, this situation was different.

My mother-in-law was a 60-year-old woman and a very disciplined person. How were we supposed to live in this situation?

I took my pacifier out of my mouth and spoke to Sarah in an adult tone.

But Sarah, this situation is unacceptable. How can I play the role of a child in front of your mother?

On the other hand, you know that she doesn't like me very much.

It had been a long time since I called Sarah's name and I hadn't spoken to her in an adult and serious tone.

Sarah frowned, "John, you are no longer a grown man, but a child, and until I decide, you can't talk to me like that. I am your mother and whatever I say will be done."

I protested and said, "No, that's enough. We'll end everything tonight." I got up from Sarah's feet.

I went to the bedroom and started taking off my clothes and diaper.

Sarah entered. What are you doing, you rude child?

I told her that you have no right to call me that anymore. This game is over. I am your husband.

Sarah frowned and came towards me and slapped my ear hard, causing a loud whistling sound to echo in my ears.

Then she grabbed my ear and walked to the bed and pulled me to the bed with her.

She sat on the edge of the bed and laid me on his lap so that my face was facing the floor.

I was still not feeling well from the severity of Sarah's hard slap.

I finally found myself.

Sarah was rubbing my hips.

Okay, honey. I've been kind to you so far, but tonight you showed a rude behavior and proved that you need to learn the manners of interacting with adults, especially mom, now I'm going to punish you.

Immediately after this, he hit my hips hard, it was loud and caused a strange pain and burning in me.

I shouted, Sarah, stop, that's enough and tried to get up, but she held me tightly and started hitting me harder and harder without stopping to break my resistance.

After a few hits, my attempts to escape from Sarah turned into requests and begging. But it was no use, she didn't say anything and just kept hitting me.

Now I wasn't even asking anymore and I just screamed and cried with each hit she gave me.

After 30 strokes, she stopped.

I felt a burning sensation in my buttocks. Sarah massaged my buttocks for about 1 minute and then pushed me down from her legs. I was lying on my stomach while I was still crying and my buttocks were burning with pain. I couldn't even breathe properly and I was sobbing.

Sarah grabbed my arm and lifted me to sit on the floor in front of her feet. This made me feel the pain in my buttocks more and cry more.

She grabbed my chin and said with a frown and a harsh tone, "Shut up, you rude boy." I don't want to hear you anymore and with her other hand she grabbed my dick and testicles and squeezed them. The pain made me cry more and scream again, but while she continued to squeeze, she slapped me again, which was much harder than the previous slap. She grabbed my chin again and said, "Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

This **** and anger of his made me lose my voice and just cry quietly and shed tears. He said, "I'm in a room. It's better for you to be quiet and not move from where you are, do you understand?"

I shook my head in fear.

She let go of me and got up and left the room.

I was writhing in pain and crying. After a few minutes, he came back and sat on the edge of the bed again, holding a wooden spatula.

Okay, John, from now on, a few rules will change.

For now, until you get used to this, my mother will only be at your service so that you won't be alone at night. Remember, you only call her grandma and the other women and girls are your aunts and I am your mom. You have no right to call anyone older than you by their first name or disrespect them. If this happens twice, I will punish you like this again.

Do you understand?

I shook my head.

She raised his voice. Don't shake your head, answer loudly.

Do you understand???

Yes

Yes who?

Yes mom.

She stretched out his two hands towards me and placed them under my sides.

She got up and pulled me closer to his side, put his right hand under my hip and put my right hand on his shoulder.

She went to the bathroom, washed my face with water, and returned to the room and laid me on the bed.

She applied baby powder and ointment to me and diapered me again. He put on a set of shorts and a swing for me and turned off the lamp on the bed and he lay down on the bed himself.

While I was still in pain, I thought about the events of that night. And how it would go from now on.

I was thinking about these things when I fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning and Sara was not next to me. I rolled over a little and then sat up, having filled my diaper.

After a few minutes, Sara came in. Well, how is my beautiful son today?

She no longer had that angry face from last night and had become my same kind mom again.

She sat on the bed and kissed me.

She touched my diaper, apparently Kasab needs to change, but it's better to eat breakfast first.

Saying this, she stretched out her two hands towards me and cradled me on her legs.

She unbuttoned her shirt. Both her shirt and bra were white.

She unbuttoned her bra and put her soft and big breast in my mouth.

I started sucking and warm, fresh and sweet milk entered my mouth, I loved the taste. Sara pressed me more towards her and played with my hair and caressed my body and sometimes kissed me. After ten minutes, she changed my position and put her other breast in my mouth. After finishing breakfast, she tied her bra and shirt again. She made me sit on her legs and put my head on her shoulder and slowly started hitting my back. After a few seconds, I burped.

She said, "Well done, my son, I better change you and get ready to meet grandma."

She got up and walked towards the bathroom with my head on her shoulder.

While I was still in his arms, he first took off my clothes and diaper, then took off his own clothes and went under the shower and opened it.

We were in the shower for a few minutes and he started playing with me and occasionally tickling me.

Now this behavior had made me completely forget about last night.

This type of bathing was also interesting in its own way. He used to put me in a hot tub and clean me, but now he was still holding me and taking a shower himself.

After the bath, we went back to the room, he changed my diaper and put on another set for me. After he got dressed and put on his makeup, he came and lifted me out of bed, hugged me, and went to the kitchen.

Okay, little mommy.

We have a lot of work, we better start before it's too late.

While he was carrying me in one arm, he was busy doing chores and cooking. He came to the living room, tidied up the place, and vacuumed.

Now, her behavior towards me was really like a mother holding her baby and doing the daily chores of her house.

It seems that last night's room took most of us in our new role as mothers of the children of the sub-family.

About two hours had passed since then, while my mother was holding me, she had tidied the house, washed the clothes, and prepared the meals.

Of course, she sat down for a few minutes to rest or do other things, but at the same time, she continued to carry me in her arms.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Well, I think Grandma has arrived.

Let's go greet her.

Anxiety and worry arose in me again, Sarah's behavior towards me since morning was in a way that I had not thought about my mother-in-law coming.

Sarah went to the door and opened it. My mother-in-law was standing in front of the door.

A tall 60-year-old woman with thick gray hair and a beautiful, but serious, face. She was wearing a white suit and high heels.

Sarah said hello mom and as usual she went forward and kissed her. My mother-in-law treated her very warmly as always and then looked at me with a new look. She and Sarah's twin sister were never very friendly with me and now she was looking at me while I was dressed like a child and in Sarah's arms.

Sarah nodded at me. Okay son, say hello to grandma.

I said hello grandma.

Sarah said mom, look what a handsome and polite son I have.

Very well, come in.