My stepmother swallowed a tender piece of mutton, took a delicate sip of wine, and let out a long, dramatic, resentful sigh.
"Tomorrow. Your dad is right in the middle of some huge career push and can't waste a single minute, so we're rushing everything. He spent the whole afternoon running around arranging the ceremony. He probably won't even make it home tonight. He was worried you'd feel abandoned, so he specifically told me to come back early and comfort you properly."
She downed the rest of her glass in one dramatic gulp, cheeks already flushed pink from the strong liquor.
"Oh? So Dad already said yes to all those special things you promised me?" I raised one eyebrow and grinned at her. "Stepmother, you're being such a naughty girl."
"How annoying! Why are you so clever all of a sudden?" She stuck out her tongue playfully, eyes already a little glassy from the alcohol. "But honestly, I should really thank that stupid, controlling bitch Linda over there. If she hadn't kept your father on such a ridiculously tight leash all these years, no mistresses, no side pieces, nothing, he never would've found the courage to finally replace her with someone better." She was definitely drunk now, words flowing freely and loose.
So everything that happened today was basically Mom's own fault for being too possessive and strict.
Mom, still under the table using her breasts as a footrest, froze in stunned silence.
"Gurgle, gurgle…" Another loud, awkward stomach growl came from the shadow bitch crouched beside the table.
I had been so caught up talking I completely forgot to feed the pets.
I stood up, grabbed two dog bowls from the kitchen, one brand-new and clean for the shadow bitch, the other old, filthy, and covered in years of grime and dust. That disgusting one would be Mom's from now on. She would eat straight from the floor like the lowest bitch in the house.
I dumped piles of leftover hot-pot scraps into both bowls and set them down.
The shadow bitch dropped instantly to all fours and started devouring her food like a starving animal.
Mom started crawling over too, but my stepmother stopped her with a sharp kick to the ribs.
"Wait right there. You're my granddaughter now. How could I possibly let you eat off the floor like some common street dog?"
For a brief second Mom's lips twitched with the tiniest flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she would be shown a little mercy.
Then my stepmother reached for a big piece of lettuce from the pot, turned around casually, and wiped it slowly across her own asshole, cleaning away the lingering mess from earlier. She folded it neatly like toilet paper, wiped again for good measure, and held the soiled, stinking leaf out to Mom.
"Here. A very special reward from Grandma. Open wide and say thank you."
Mom's face went deathly pale with pure humiliation.
"You…" she started, voice trembling with rage and disgust.
My stepmother's eyes turned ice-cold in an instant.
"What? Not happy with Grandma's gift?"
The threat in that gaze sent chills racing down Mom's spine. She dropped to her knees immediately, head bowed low in total submission.
"Your filthy, slutty granddaughter Linda thanks Grandma for the delicious food…"
She took the feces-smeared lettuce leaf with both shaking hands, brought it to her lips, and chewed slowly, swallowing every last bite while fresh tears of shame rolled down her cheeks.
My stepmother watched until the final piece disappeared down Mom's throat, then nodded, satisfied.
But she still wasn't finished. The hot pot had gone cold, food now only slightly left.
She reached in, scooped out the last five long crab sticks, a huge clump of tangled noodles, and six fat beef balls, all still dripping with spicy red oil.
"My dear son, come help Mommy. I'm going to teach this disobedient little slut a real lesson."
Curious and little excited, I walked over. My stepmother's punishments were always creative and brutal.
"Stuff every single one of these into my asshole. This is going to be her reward."
I blinked at the steaming, spice-soaked food in her hand. "You sure about this?"
"Of course I'm sure! Hurry up!" She was absolutely drunk now.
I didn't argue. Sweet revenge sounded perfect.
My stepmother bent over Mom's back to keep her pinned down, presenting her plump, perfect ass to me.
I parted her round cheeks, revealing that tight, pink anus, and slowly pushed the first crab stick in. It slid in smooth and easy. Then the second, third, fourth, fifth. The beef balls were harder, big and round, but with a little twisting force they disappeared inside too.
Less than two minutes later my stepmother suddenly shrieked, jumping up and clutching her burning asshole, face twisted in agony.
Without thinking she spun around, straddled Mom's face in one swift motion, and sat down hard.
"Open your fucking mouth!"
A torrent of half-digested, spice-soaked food mixed with fresh shit poured straight into Mom's mouth.
Mom gagged, nearly choking to death on the overwhelming flood, but in pure desperation she started pushing it back with her tongue to keep from drowning.
My stepmother only pushed harder, forcing more out.
Back and forth they went, five full minutes of the most disgusting, humiliating tug-of-war, until Mom finally swallowed everything, tears streaming, body shaking uncontrollably.
Exhausted and drunk, my stepmother collapsed forward, still sitting heavily on Mom's face.
She looked at me with a pout, eyes watery. "Baby… why didn't you stop me…?"
I just shrugged, trying not to laugh. "I did ask if you were sure…"
"Hmph!"
"Fine, fine, don't be mad. I have heard cold milk helps with spice burns. Let me give you a nice, soothing enema. It'll cool everything down fast."
I grabbed a full liter of ice-cold whole milk and a big syringe.
Mom's tongue was cramping, her face red and swollen from the spicy filth, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth.