In that exact instant, a brutal wave of scorching hot air blasted straight into Mom's helplessly gaping anus and dripping pussy, burning deep inside her most sensitive places without the slightest mercy.
Mom had always lived a life of luxury and total control; she had never once tasted humiliation this extreme. The searing heat flooding her exposed holes ripped a blood-curdling scream from her throat, exactly like a pig being slaughtered. She thrashed wildly, trying everything to stand up and crawl away from the agony.
My stepmother moved like a striking snake. She picked a thick rubber slipper from the floor and brought it down again and again with vicious, wet smacks right across Mom's stretched-open pussy, each hit echoing through the room.
"Linda, you disgusting old whore, don't you dare push your fucking luck!" she roared. "If you try to escape one more time, I swear I'll ram this entire hairdryer up your filthy asshole, burn that stinking hole until it's ruined, then cut the whole damn thing off and feed it to the dogs! You'll never be able to hold your own shit again for the rest of your pathetic life!"
The terrifying threat hit Mom like a hammer. Her body swayed, legs giving out completely. She collapsed back into position, trembling uncontrollably, hot urine suddenly gushing out of her pussy in shameful streams, splashing onto the floor beneath her.
I stood there frozen, mouth hanging open, totally speechless. I never imagined my proud, domineering mother could be broken so fast, reduced to pissing herself in pure terror from a few cruel words. My new stepmother was clearly a master at crushing women and turning them into obedient pets. If I played my cards right and stayed on her good side, I could have an endless supply of broken bitches to fuck however I wanted. Just thinking about it made the last of my anger toward her melt away.
As for my real mother, she and my stepmother weren't truly mortal enemies or anything like that. Vivi's cruelty right now was only because Mom's arrogant, domineering attitude earlier had genuinely pissed her off. Once a little time passed and Vivi's anger cooled down completely, I planned to speak up softly, beg sweetly on Mom's behalf. With my rare male status and Vivi's obvious fondness for me, she definitely wouldn't keep torturing Mom forever. After all, there just aren't enough men left in this world.
After a few more agonizing minutes, my stepmother finally clicked the hairdryer off. Mom's pubic hair and the fine hairs around her stretched anus were now lightly singed and curling from the heat. Every last drop of sticky pussy juice inside her had dried up completely under the brutal blast.
"This was your lesson, Linda," Vivi announced coldly. "Never act like a desperate, dripping slut every time someone looks at you. It makes our whole family look cheap and brings nothing but shame on my husband and my son."
I opened my mouth, ready to beg for mercy, but the second Vivi's sharp eyes flicked toward me with that icy warning glare, I shut it again instantly. I understood perfectly. This was the new queen marking her territory. If the legal wife couldn't even dominate the defeated ex-wife in front of everyone, how could she ever control the rest of the household slaves? This was about raw authority, and I knew better than to get in the way.
"This worthless bitch knows she was completely wrong and swears she will never do it again," Mom blurted out quickly, voice shaking as she seized the chance to submit fully. She had heard plenty of horror stories about what happened to proud losers who kept fighting.
"Good. At least you finally learned something," Vivi replied, her harsh expression softening into a playful, almost girlish smirk; she was still only in her early twenties, after all. "Since you admit it, I'm not completely heartless. From now on, stop calling yourself 'bitch.' It's too formal. You will call me Grandma, call my husband Grandpa, and call my son Max… Dad."
"You…" Mom's eyes flashed with pure fury, her cheeks burning crimson. Being forced to call people younger than her by entire generations was the ultimate slap to her shattered pride.
"What? You want an even worse punishment?" Vivi lifted her chin high, narrowing her eyes until a cold, dangerous glint appeared.
The threat hit like ice water. Mom instantly felt a terrified shiver race straight through her exposed pussy and brutally stretched anus. She frantically arched her back higher, lifting those large, seductive buttocks as high as possible and twisting them desperately left and right in total surrender.
"Granddaughter Linda knows she was terribly wrong!" she cried out, voice breaking. "Grandma, this granddaughter especially loves being called 'big slut.' Please, Grandma, don't punish me anymore!"
As Mom desperately swayed those large, alluring buttocks left and right in complete submission, her heavy, firm breasts trembled and jiggled gently with every single humiliating movement. My stepmother's sharp eyes were glued to those bouncing tits, and for a split second a flash of pure jealousy flickered across her face. Her own breasts were quite full and beautiful, but they simply could not compare to Mom's massive, perfect pair.
Seeing Mom's nipples harden again and fresh juice start dripping down her thighs, my stepmother's anger exploded instantly. The more she stared at those huge, swaying breasts, the more irritated and furious she became. Without any warning she swung her hand with full force and slapped Mom's own heavy breasts right across her face.
She didn't hold back even a little bit, putting every ounce of her strength into that vicious slap.
"SMACK!"
A loud, crisp sound rang out through the entire room, and Mom's two enormous breasts whipped sideways violently from the brutal impact, causing her whole body to slump heavily to the ground with a thud.