I’m a bitch. I don’t know exactly when I became a bitch. I suppose it was sometime after the twins entered puberty. I decided that my life had peaked and all I had to look forward to was motherhood, obligations, and aging. I wasn’t always so pessimistic but somewhere along the line, I traded youthful enthusiasm for midlife fatalism. I found fault in everyone and everything around me and didn’t hesitate to let them know how they had failed me.
The thing is that I have a loving husband. We had a wonderful marriage and there was a constant heat between us until the children got older. He tolerated my gradually increasing bitchiness with a stoic commitment to our marriage. In hindsight, I must admit that the man was a saint. He stuck with me even though our marriage was completely one-sided. He gave and I took, without thanks and usually with complaints.
I started out as a loving mother and didn’t become a bitch to my children until their teenage years. My husband, Bob, then became the buffer between my bitchiness and our children while they gradually grew more distant from me. That in turn just made me bitchier.
The kids, Sara and Sam, are twins and are rapidly approaching their nineteenth birthday. They are attending college locally, which I am sure chaps their collective asses to no end. I know that they wanted to attend an out-of-state college to get away from home and their bitchy mother. I, on the other hand, didn’t see the sense in going into debt to finance an out-of-state education. Our local college offered the degrees that both were interested in, and they could live at home while attending. It was a smart move financially even though the kids were less than thrilled about it.
I was surprised even though I shouldn’t have been when Bob finally got fed up and decided it was time for an attitude change on my part. We were sitting in front of the television. I had taken control of the remote as usual. I’m not sure exactly when it happened but I was the one who controlled the remote. I think my constant bitching about channel changing and the shows that were selected eventually got the best of my family. As a result, I was the one who always had the remote. We watched what I wanted without fail. If the kids wanted to watch something else, they were welcome to go to a friend’s house. Bob just quietly watched whatever I selected.
I had sat down in my recliner when my husband changed our routine. “I want to watch a documentary tonight. It’s about people who do the same work I do.”
Of course, my bitchiness kicked in immediately. The funny thing is I really didn’t care what we watched on that particular evening. There wasn’t a show I felt invested in, and the documentary sounded interesting. I was being bitchy just to be bitchy. “No, I am not watching some boring-ass documentary about your work.”
Bob didn’t say a word. He just stood and walked over to my recliner. “Get up.”
“Fuck off! I’m not getting up. What the hell is the matter with you anyway?”
Bob reached down and grabbed the remote from my hand. I was livid! “You give that back right now, mister!”
He threw the remote onto the couch and stared down at me. The glare he sent my way should have warned me, but I was used to my bitchy ways and wasn’t about to back off. “What the hell is the matter with you? Have you lost your fucking mind?”
He reached down and grabbed my wrists. The next thing I knew, I was being yanked to my feet. He spun me around until my back was to him and he growled in my ear. “Get your ass to the bedroom right now!”
“Fuck you, Buddy! I’m not going anywhere!”
He hates when I call him Buddy. If I use that name there is no way I could be any more condescending and disrespectful. He didn’t say a word. The next thing I knew I was picked up and tossed over his shoulder. My fists pounded his back as he carried me to the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and looked at me coldly. “Get your ass out of those clothes now or I will tear them off you.”
The look in his eyes was starting to scare me but I didn’t back off. “Go fuck yourself!”
He grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed. He reached down and grabbed the neck of my blouse. Before I could react or say another word, he ripped it! The buttons flew as he pulled me up with the ripped blouse. He peeled it off me and grabbed my bra. He pulled it up and off my tits before unhooking it from the front. His hands pinched both of my nipples hard, and I squealed in pain.
He glared down at me. “Don’t make me take your pants off. You won’t like what happens.”
At this point, my bitchiness wasn’t enough to overcome his fury. I knew instinctively that I wasn’t going to win this with attitude. I also realized something about this was pushing my buttons. Bob had never been domineering with me. He was my gentle and tolerant husband, the one who always offset my bad attitude with kindness. I had never seen this side of him, and it was exciting. My nipples were hard, and chills ran down my arms.
He started forward and I scrambled to get my pants down. I looked up at him expectantly. I could see the anger in his eyes unchanged. “Underwear too. Now!”
I bit my lip as I pulled my panties off and dropped my bra to the floor. Bob sat down on the bed. “Get your ass over here. I want you lying across my knees.”
I hesitated and he grabbed my wrist. He pulled me across his legs and held me in place with a hand on my back. “I am sick and tired of your bitchy attitude. That is going to change starting tonight.” With that said, he smacked my ass hard. It stung like crazy, and I tried to get up. He held me down and gave me another swat. “You had better not move again or I will spank your ass until you can’t walk for a week.”
I quietened down and lay on his legs. I was so angry I was quivering. I was also feeling something else. Something I wasn’t sure I wanted to admit to myself. He gave me another smack and I continued to quiver but, somehow, I wasn’t as angry. By the time he had smacked my ass for the tenth time I was no longer angry. The anger was being rapidly replaced by arousal.
His hands pushed my legs apart, then he gave my pussy a smack. I felt like I jumped three feet in the air! Another lighter smack against my pussy followed by his fingers pulling my labia apart. One touch of his finger between my labia told him all he needed to know. I was soaked and he knew this was turning me on. He gave my pussy another little smack and then shoved me onto the bed. “Lie there on your stomach and don’t move.”
I lay on my stomach with my red ass at the edge of the bed and my legs hanging off. If my eyes had been opened, I would have been looking at the drapes on the window. The rustling sounds behind me led me to believe that my husband was taking off his clothes. I lay there quivering, no longer with anger but with arousal. I felt totally submissive, and I loved it.
I felt his hands grab my ass and spread my cheeks. He spat on my ass and used his thumbs to rub it on my asshole.
Suddenly, my bitchiness returned with a vengeance. “What the fuck are you doing, Buddy?”
“I’m going to stick my thumb in a bitch’s ass while I fuck her.”
I tried to squeeze my ass shut. The slap of his hand on my ass changed that plan in a heartbeat. We had never done anything anal, and I was very apprehensive. He didn’t hesitate. His thumb pressed against my sphincter and pushed inward. Soon his entire thumb was in my ass. He positioned his cock at my entrance with his other hand and entered me. He slammed home and the orgasm that overcame me took my breath away.
He began slamming his meat into me while his thumb moved in time. He had to know from the moans and gurgling coming from my mouth that I was loving every second of it. He slapped my ass over and over as he fucked me hard. I don’t know if I came multiple times or just one endless time. I was in a dream-like state when he pulled his cock from my pussy and his thumb from my ass. He pulled me off the bed and onto my knees. His cock pressed against my lips. I wanted to suck him desperately, but I pretended like I didn’t. My lips were pressed closed. He slapped my tit. “Open your mouth bitch and suck my cock.”
I opened my mouth, and he crammed his cock in until I choked on it. He began fucking my face. Each inward stroke choked me until I finally relaxed into the blowjob. Within moments, he was shooting his load down my throat. I have never seen him cum so much and I never swallow. I did now and I loved it. When he was drained, he pulled his cock from my mouth. “Clean it with your tongue until I tell you to stop.” I did until he said the word.
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard, the taste of his cum still strong in my mouth. My knees went weak. I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my body hard against him. His hand lightly slapped my ass as the kiss ended. He looked deep into my eyes. “I love you, woman, but from now on when you act bitchy, expect to be punished. Do you understand?”
I gave him the only response I could. “Yes, sir.”
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Sara and Sam snuck away from their parent’s bedroom door. They held their hands over their mouths to keep from laughing out loud. They had just witnessed the hottest thing either of them had ever seen. They went to Sara’s room, both trembling with excitement. Sara being the boldest of the two, was the first to speak. “Oh, my God! That was so hot!”
Sam’s response was within milliseconds of his sister. “Dad really put it to the bitch, didn’t he?”
Sara smirked. “Hell yes! And that gives me an idea.”
Sam was used to his precocious sister getting them in trouble, and it was with a bit of apprehension that he asked. “Like what?”
Sara and Sam had a unique sibling relationship. Sam has found his sister irresistible for years, Sara knew this and loved to tease him. She had never admitted it to him, and probably never would, but she thought her brother was the sexiest man she knew. Her on and off again boyfriends never knew that she often pictured her brother’s face when in the throes of lust with one of them.
Sara still had a smirk on her face as she approached her brother. “First things first.” She reached out quickly and grabbed her brother’s hard cock through his pants. “I see you liked watching the bitch get fucked. Would you fuck her?”
Sam stifled a groan as his sister squeezed his cock. “If she wasn’t such a bitch, I would do her in a heartbeat.”
“Brother, you are a sick man wanting to fuck your own mother.”
“Oh, come on, sis! Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do Dad if you had the chance.”
Sara grinned. “That’s different. Older men are hot, even if the older man happens to be my dad.”
Sam grinned back. “Older women are hot too and mom doesn’t look anywhere near her age, except when she is being a bitch.”
“You mean when she is awake?”
“All right. I admit it is rare but when she isn’t in one of her moods, she is very attractive. She has a nice body and I love her tits. They look like they are just a little smaller than yours.”
Sara’s smile left her face. She looked into her brother’s eyes. “Do you think mine are too big?”
Sam looked seriously at his sister. “Yours are perfect. At least what I’ve seen of them.”
Sara’s hand squeezed her brother’s cock through his pants, and she smiled again. “Well, if my plan works out, you may get to see them.
“But first I need to get a few things. Once I do, it’s on!”
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Saturday two weeks later Bob was off playing golf. Sara and Sam were parked on the couch watching the game on television when Joanna walked into the room and sat down in her recliner. “Give me the remote and go clean your rooms.”
Sara glared at her mother. “We want to finish watching the game, Mom!”
“You heard me, young lady. Now get your collective asses in gear and clean your rooms.”
Sara stormed out of the room followed at a slower pace by her brother. Sara paused at her room and grabbing her brother’s hand pulled him into her room. No sooner had her door closed than she turned to her brother. “OK, this is it. It’s time to set her straight, just like we planned.”
Sam was apprehensive. “Are you sure? This could backfire horribly.”
The stern look on Sara’s face reflected her commitment. “What’s the worst she can do? Dad won’t let her kick us out of the house. Fuck that bitch, literally!”
Sam nodded. “OK. I’ll distract her and you take care of your part.”
The two teens quietly moved down the hallway. Sam moved in front of his mother while Sara slipped up behind her as she sat in the recliner. Joanna looked up at her son as he stood in front of her blocking the television. “What the hell are you doing? I told- gaaack!”
Sara slipped the ball gag in her mother’s open mouth and quickly buckled the harness in the back. Sam moved forward and grabbed her arm, placing one of the handcuffs on her wrist. He quickly grabbed the other arm and secured the other. Sara slid a leather collar around her mother’s neck and buckled it. She attached a six-foot lead to it and walked around in front of her mother. “Ok, you want to be a bitch? We are going to treat you like a bitch. Now, heel!” Sara yanked on the leash, pulling her mother’s head forward.
Sam pulled his mother to her feet and Sara pulled on the leash, forcing Joanna to stumble forward. Sara continued pulling, not allowing Joanna the opportunity to resist as she led her down the hall. They led their mother into her bedroom and Sam pushed his mother onto the bed face down.
Sara grabbed the scissors she had placed on the nightstand earlier. Sam held Joanna down while his sister cut her mother’s blouse from the hem to through the collar, then across each sleeve. Once that task was completed, she released the catch on her mother’s bra and cut the two straps. Quickly rolling her over, Sam pulled her handcuffed arms up to the head of the bed. He squatted on his mother, holding her down as he released the cuffs and tied his mother’s wrists to the headboard. He then yanked her blouse and bra away revealing her tits.
