A mother changed

Looking at the exhausted old woman the first thing he thought was she used to be attractive. Her stringy matted gray blonde hair was in disarray she signs of what it may once have been. Her features were not unlike her daughters, but were drawn and wrinkled from too many years of sun and stress.

He turned to his ****.

“What do you think? The house is filthy, we do need a maid. Maybe she’d consider that position in our new household?” he asked the pretty woman next to him. She just nodded.

“Issue is, she’s pretty ugly, not sure I’d want that around the house. Ugly both in personality and physically I should say,” he continued.

The woman looked up, she had finally come to her senses. Her foul personality came out almost instantly. Looking at him like he was a bug, she sneered. “Get the hell out of here, I need to rest.” she said unsteadily as she stood. The old woman looked at his ****.

“What the hell Mel, get some clothes on!” she snapped at her daughter. He now frowned at the woman, he was about to give her a break and send her away, but not now.

“Okay, listen, I have a deal for you. Would you like to be young and pretty again?” he asked the old woman.

“What the hell are you talking about?” she snapped, then looked down “Of course I’d like to be young and pretty”

“Okay, here’s the deal, everyone here, including myself, will see yourself at age 20, but with the following rules. You cannot speak any longer, nobody wants to hear your shit. Second, you are required to do anything a person in the house asked you to. Third, you are our full time maid, you’ll spend all day and night cleaning, you may eat and sleep but your life is primary cleaning”

“Wha…..” the older woman said then went silent. Standing in front of the two was a very different person. Where once stood an old bitter woman, now stood a silent pretty twenty something.

His **** turned to him. “Is this real?” she quietly asked. Playfully pinching her right nipple, he said, “Yes, everything I said is true, at least to those who are here” She grasped his hands and spread his palms across her large breasts.

“That feels good master”

The **** turned to her tormentor.

“Okay, let’s see if this works. Mom, please slap your face hard”

Smack came the reply. The now very young woman tried to say stop, but she didn’t even try to say a word. She wanted to cry, nothing. She shook her head, pleading with her sparkling blue eyes.

The **** could clearly see a handmark on her mother's cheek. He could see his **** had an evil streak.

“Okay mom, from now on, whenever you want to break the speaking rule, you will go to your room in the garage and fist fuck yourself for an hour”

The very young woman simply nodded, trying hard not to want to speak. She walked off, knowing the next hour would be painful.