My stomach dropped like a rock.
That message… the one that said "Son" instead of "baby" or "Max." It had felt off, cold, wrong… but I'd been too hyped up, too eager to notice.
And the shadow bitch earlier… she'd only said "Master brought back a new bitch," never once saying who.
"Hehe, everything is clicking into place now, sweetie?" Vivi giggled, voice dripping with teasing honey. "From this moment on, you call me Mom… or Stepmother if that makes it easier. I really don't mind either one. Come on, say it nice and loud for me!"
"Stepmother…" I muttered, the word tasting like ash in my mouth.
I had zero choice. This was the law the country had written decades ago, exactly to stop heartbroken sons from murdering the new legal wife after something like this. The rule was absolute: the victor inherits everything, no revenge allowed, no exceptions. That's why the law existed in the first place.
"Oh, my Max is such a sweet, obedient boy," my stepmother cooed, squinting those big, sparkling, watery eyes at me with total satisfaction, clearly enjoying every second of her victory. "Now pay very close attention, baby. Mommy is going to show you exactly how a real queen disciplines a pathetic, broken old bitch properly."
My real mother wasn't old at all; she had just turned thirty this year, barely seven or eight years older than Vivi. Calling her "old" was nothing more than a cruel, deliberate insult to crush her pride completely. In our world, people marry extremely young; Mom gave birth to me when she was only fifteen, and now I'm fifteen too, already fully old enough by law to take a wife of my own.
The moment those commanding words left Vivi's lips, it hit me like a slap. My mother was still right there, kneeling silently on the cold floor the entire time. I had been so shocked and overwhelmed that I had actually forgotten she was even in the room for a few seconds.
When I finally forced myself to look up and really see her, my heart twisted. There she was, completely naked and trembling, kneeling obediently like a defeated animal. The long, gorgeous hair that used to flow freely down her shoulders was now yanked back and tied into a tight, harsh high ponytail that exposed her neck completely. Each of her large, heavy breasts was clamped with cold, shiny metal clips, and two brutal iron weights hung from them, stretching her sensitive skin downward in constant, burning pain.
"You filthy old bitch, turn around nice and slow. Let our Max get a good, long look at that big, shameless, dripping pussy and your cheap, worthless asshole," my stepmother ordered, shooting me a wicked little wink and a knowing smile while I stood there unable to move my eyes away from Mom.
Mom's face burned bright red. She kept her head bowed in total humiliation, not daring to make a single sound, and slowly, obediently turned on her knees until her back faced us.
The instant she was in position, Vivi slammed her sharp high heel down between Mom's shoulder. Mom collapsed forward with a gasp, her heavy breasts smashing hard against the cold floor and squishing into two thick, flattened mounds under her own weight. The brutal angle forced her round buttocks up high in the air, spreading everything wide open for me and the shadow bitch to see every single detail.
Thin fishing lines had been tied to Mom's swollen pussy lips and pulled cruelly to each side, stretching her wide and pinning her open like a perfect, glistening pink hole. Thick, clear pussy juice poured out nonstop, running in shiny streams down her thighs. Deep inside that gaping entrance, a bright pink vibrating egg buzzed loudly, making her inner walls twitch and clench helplessly around it.
My mother's two large buttocks were covered entirely with big insulting words: on the left butt, "slut," "bitch," and "meat toilet"; on the right butt, "cock sucker" and "slutty sow." Then, right in her deep butt crack, there was a bold downward arrow pointing directly to her stretched anus, next to which were the words "trash can" written clearly.
Mom's poor anus was cruelly stretched wide open by four thick, unyielding cylindrical metal spreaders locked firmly in place, completely exposing the raw, angry-red anal flesh deep inside her gaping hole. That delicate little ring of muscle kept clenching and twitching desperately over and over again, fighting with everything it had to shrink back into its original tight, perfect little star, but the brutal spreaders made any kind of closing absolutely impossible now.
"Max, sweetheart," my stepmother said with total confidence, her voice smooth and proud, "my talent for properly training and breaking a bitch is every single bit as good as that worthless Linda's, maybe even better. From this day forward you'll only know endless sexual pleasure with me, I promise. You're definitely not losing anything, only gaining the very best."
She reached down and gave Mom's wide-open, dripping pussy a few light, mocking little pats, coating her entire palm in thick, glistening pussy juice. With an exaggerated look of disgust she wiped every last drop off by smearing it roughly all over Mom's shaking back and trembling ass cheeks.
"What a shameless, filthy, disgusting slut," she sneered loudly. "Getting this wet and horny right in front of her own son, absolutely revolting! Are you seriously trying to seduce my precious Max, you dirty old whore? Looks like someone desperately needs a very severe beating right this second."
As soon as those angry words left her lips, stepmother took a powerful hairdryer from the bathroom counter, jammed the plug into the wall socket with a sharp click, and immediately twisted the dial to the absolute highest, most heat setting possible.
The motor roared to life with a loud, menacing hum, and a blazing torrent of super-heated air blasted out forcefully. Because Mom's anus was forced so obscenely high into the air and everything was spread helplessly wide, my stepmother aimed the hairdryer straight downward, directing that punishing wave of burning heat directly into Mom's fully exposed pussy and gaping anus.