The Daughter in Law

  The Daughter In Law

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright© 2014 Alison Jordan

  All Rights Reserved

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  "I do not want your hag of a mother in my home for the holidays." I moved around the room as I spoke because if I stood still too long I might commit murder.

  "Vanessa I've asked you not to refer to my mother like that."

  "Why not? She calls me worst and I've got the Facebook posts to prove it."

  "She's my mom. What do you expect me to do?"

  "I expect you to grow a pair and tell that nut job how it is or there's gonna be hell to pay."

  "Baby, come on. Can't you just try for me?" He was advancing but I was onto his shit, no way; not this time buddy.

  "What? You mean for the one-hundredth time? Uh-uh, all trials are over, she failed. When people fail the trial period you don't hire them. You should know that you're a Captain in the army. If your ass had failed boot camp that shit would be out; and let me tell you something, boot camp ain't got shit on a new daughter in law trying to fit in with a narcissistic tyrant set on destruction."

  "She's not that bad."

  "To you maybe, you're her son, to me she's Cerberus at the gates of hell. And while we're on it honey boo boo can't come either." "Who the hell is honey boo boo? Have you lost your mind?"

  "That would be sister number two. In fact, the only ones allowed are your father and your older sister. Them I like, but if I have to sit at MY dinner table after slaving all day to prepare food for ungrateful people who talk about how much they hate me, I'm bringing Tommy to the table."

  "Okay now calm down. I'm sorry I ever bought you that damn gun."

  "You said it was for protection from predators while you were deployed. Those two are the only wild animals I met the whole time you were gone."

  "I don't see why you have such a big problem with my mom, she's been nothing but nice to you."

  "Of course she's nice to me in front of you, apparently she has more sense than you do."

  "What do you mean by that?" Oh, are your feathers ruffled big boy? Tough.

  "I mean that if you've lived with this woman for the first eighteen years of your life, and have known her for the last fifteen and still don't know that she is Beelzebub's bastard spawn. Then you ought not be looking for evil in foreign lands soldier boy because you obviously don't know what it looks like."

  "Vanessa my mom is not evil...." Enough of this round and around shit; I’ve had it up to my eye socket.

  "Okay let's do this the easy way shall we. Your mother, or your wife; and remember, incest is illegal in this state."

  "For fuck sake Vanessa, what the hell is wrong with you?"

  "This is what happens when I put up with sneak attacks for a damn year while that black hearted demon from the pits of hell acts like she's a saint. And before you say anything you'd be wise to ask yourself if I'm the kind of woman to make this shit up. Then again since you don't recognize evil maybe you can't see so good either." I was screaming and ready to pull my hair out at this point. Only that troll could get my blood to boiling this much. Ugh.

  He sighed long and hard while holding the bridge of his nose between his fingers. I guess he was feeling the strain of the holiday drama that was unfolding around him now too. Too bad it had to come to this. I tried, I really did. But there’s only so much a girl can do before she says fuck this shit and takes matters into her own hands. I’m amazed that I held out this long and didn’t hamstring that putrid bitch before now. But hubby had been away fighting a war. It wouldn’t have been good to lose his monster and his wife at once. Because I’m sure if I ever did put my hands on that demon seed it would be the end of her shit stirring ass. Bitch!

  Chapter 2

  "Vanessa?"

  "What?"

  "It's almost seven aren't you gonna get up and put the turkey in the oven?"

  "What turkey?"

  "What...Thanksgiving turkey that's what turkey."

  "Did you tell Satan's concubine not to come to my house?"

  "Not this shit again." He was quiet for way too long after that and I didn't trust it one bit.

  He ran his fingers up and down my spine, the sneak. He knows that's my weak spot.

  "Cut it out Damien, I already got me some last night, it's not gonna work." My ass. Of course he didn't quit but I had to be strong. If I get sidetracked by the dick I'll end up across the table from Lucifer's main bitch and her side kick.

  "Oh shit Damien too deep too deep." This fucker just went balls deep while I was half asleep. Son of a bitch!

  "You gonna behave?" Pound, pound, pound...shit he means business. That shit felt like a lead-pipe on my ovaries.

  "Damien." I tried getting to my knees to ease some of the pressure in my tummy.

  "Uh uh uh you stay right where you are." The fucker tried to come through my navel. You ever had that pussy hurt feeling that was so good but you know the cooch is gonna be sore for hours after? Yeah like that.

  "Just let me get to my knees."

  "No you don't." He pulled my hair bending me almost double, the diabolical bastard.

  "This is what happens when you misbehave. Can my mom come to dinner?"

  "Nuh uh...oowwwweeee you fuck."

  He finally pulled me up to my knees but the pounding only intensified. Now he had my tits to hold onto for added support.

  "Just for being bad you don't get my seed."

  Oh that was a low blow. He knows...

  "That's mean Dami." I had that sulky little girl thing going on only it was for real. I hated when he pulled out, unless he was going to paint my back or my tits. Only I knew when he was punishing me he'd go into the shower and finish in there. I hate his bitch of a mother, this was all her fucking fault.

  Ain't this all about a bitch? First he jerked his shit off in the shower after leaving me high and dry, literally. And this sea hag from hades still gets to show her face at my door? Oh it's on motherfuckers. This Brooklyn Italian bitch is about to show these good ole southerners how it's done. Smile Vanessa don't give this bitch the satisfaction.

  "Oh Vanessa have you gained a bit of weight?"

  Yes bitch, this is the much-awaited grand baby that you won't ever be seeing if I have anything to say about it. You ass abscess. "You think so?" I looked down at my svelte self and gritted my teeth.

  "I sure would like a nice martini, it was a bit of a drive in, what with traffic and all."

  Bitch you live twenty minutes away. "One martini coming up." With a little hint of twenty mule team borax.

  I glared at my dead man walking hubby and I guess he saw something in my eyes because he was on the move.

  "I'll get that you just sit and rest, you've been working all day in the kitchen." My ass you care about that, you just don't want me to poison Rosemary's baby.

  "Vanessa I promise you, if you don't behave what you got this morning will look like child's play when I'm done with you tonight. Remember that time you threw your glass of wine at my head?" He whispered that shit in my ear with a smile for the rest of the room. Shit I started twitching my legs; I could still feel t
he burn and that had to have been over a year ago.

  "The turkey's a bit dry this year. I always made a nice turkey didn't I Clarence?" My poor father in law looked constipated. I have no idea how this man managed to live with Chucky's bride for almost forty years. I gave hubby a look, that was his cue to step up to the plate, but his greedy ass was too busy gnawing on a bone. Oh well, I'll take this one.

  "There's a Boston Market like ten minutes away, thataway." I pointed in the general direction.

  "Vanessa..."

  "What? She's not happy, I'm just trying to be helpful." Next one bitch; I've been practicing this shit in my head all week bring it.

  I could see her gearing up for another volley. She was a little stymied there for a hot minute; she's not accustomed to me answering her jabs. The skank of Babylon sitting next to her looked like she had a pinch nerve in her face. I was ready for her ass too. Meanwhile I'm secretly taping all of this to show the clueless one later. If he thought hard dick scared me he was demented. He knows all I have to do is nip that bar in his cock just right and the tables will be turned. Like putty in my hands.

  "Well, that was rather rude and uncalled for..."

  "Mom drop it, you were both out of line."

  "You only got that half right sport." Now it was his turn to be stymied. Blame it on hormones or whatever but I was not about to put up with their shit. As far as I see it, if he can't stand up to the Gila monster on my behalf it was me against them.

  "Vanessa can I see you in the kitchen for a minute? It's time to get dessert."

  Uh huh. "Why bother? She'll only find fault with the pie, take her to carvels for some ice cream cake. She thinks that shit's gourmet." I think I choked half the table.

  I was ever so proper as I folded my brocade napkin brought from Castile by my dear nana, and left the table to follow hubby. I skirted my way around the island and kept out of reach. He's a grabber. I walked to the pantry and opened the breadbox. I'd planned for everything way in advance. "Now Vanessa, I don't know what's gotten into you but...for fucks sake Nessa put that shit away." He was backtracking fast. Tommy has that affect on people.

  "Did you think I was playing when I said that I would straight up twat punch your incubator and that rotted fruit of her womb you call a sister? Didn't I tell you not to bring these people to my house?"

  "You've lost your fucking mind."

  "YES I HAVE, and it's thanks to that devil's reject you call a mother." He was trying to whisper and shit but I had no problem with her hearing every word. After all she doesn't whisper when she's slinging shit my way.

  "Two years, two years I put up with their shit. One you were here for and the other you were away fighting for your country while I was duking it out with Satan's hench-women in the bowels of hell." I could hear the gasps in the other room from this far away.

  "If she says one more thing to piss me off I'll cap her ass." I could tell I'd really thrown him this time. He has no idea. I'd put up with a lot, but when I overheard the sea hag talking to one of his ex girlfriends about how she wish he'd married her, all fucking bets were off.

  "Baby what's really going on? Why in the world are you behaving this way? Talk to me."

  "Motherfuck...I have been talking to you, you just haven't been listening. Now if I have to clip this bitch one and get her black tainted blood on my good linen and china there's gonna be hell up in this bitch."

  He shook his head and opened and closed his mouth three times. Poor thing he's so clueless, the evil that bore him has him totally snookered. She had me fooled for the first few months after we met too. Until I realized that she was taking everything I said and twisting it around to serve her own twisted, demented purposes. Now I'm just all the way the fuck over it.

  "Get your mom her pie mama's boy." I know he hates that shit but this is war. If I have to act like a raving fucking lunatic...

  I heard the whispers picking up in the next room and I just knew she was bashing me again.

  "Hey old lady we've got stand your ground in this state, any perceived threat bitch, try me." I yelled that shit into the dining room and just for emphasis popped one off at the ceiling. My dad always said, go big or go home. I started this shit off might as well finish it. Who knows when I'll have the chance again? I guess the stampede heading for my front door was the answer to that. Not tonight.

  "Are you happy now?"

  "No, I'll be happy when you get your head out your ass and realize that that wasted shot of jizz is not a saint."

  "You..."

  "Yes I called your mother a wasted shot, your grandfather should've flushed that one."

  "I can't believe you, where's this all coming from?"

  "It's called frustrated, fed up and pissed way the fuck off. Did you hear anything that man that was standing in front of us at the altar said? Forsaking all others, that means meddling, destructive, lying ass mothers who talk shit about your wife to anyone who would listen. I intended to keep up my end of the bargain but since you can't or won't there's no point in me putting up with this shit. You can get the fuck out of my house too."

  When I felt the tears starting I turned to leave the room. I won't show any more weakness in front of any of them. I just wish I didn't love the stupid jerk so much that it felt like ripping off an arm to fight with him.

  "Vanessa get back here, this is not how we handle things in this house."

  "Tommy says kiss my ass."

  Chapter 3

  I tore off my clothes and put on the ugliest, rattiest sweats I owned, with a t-shirt to match; something else that would set him off. He expects a sweet smelling lace and satin wearing sexpot in bed. He can kiss my ass. I'm so fucking mad it's a wonder I'm not levitating. It didn't take him long to traipse up the stairs. He stopped in the doorway and studied me but I igged his stupid ass. I had Tommy across my lap in case he got jumpy. He's a spanker.

  "Vanessa put the gun away." I didn't answer just kept gazing off into space like he wasn't there. "Baby..."

  I hit play and her screeching voice filled the room. He got a curious look on his face and came farther into the room so he could see the screen. I didn't say anything just let the scene play. From my bright hello and her first words of complaint. The look on their faces while we were in the kitchen was priceless; not to mention the bee line to the door after the shot was fired. When it was done I just clicked off and rolled over with my back turned; too mad to even care any more. Out the corner of my eye I saw him sit on his side of the bed with his head in his hands. He stayed there for what seemed like forever before turning to me.

  When his hand caressed my shoulder I cocked Tommy.

  "Vanessa, quit it. Turn around let's talk."

  "Ain't no more talking to be done, you had your chance."

  "So what're you saying, that you want to leave things like this?"

  "No, I'm saying I'm done. I don't want to live with a man who doesn't respect me enough to stand up for me. Your dick's good but the price is too high. I'm sure I could find some that don't come with all the hassle." Oh shit, I think I went too far. Tommy went flying out of my hand and I had one pissed off captain leaning over me breathing fire. "What did you say?"

  I couldn't say shit; my heart was knocking against my rib cage and I think I forgot how to breathe. And that was before the hand around the neck thing. Now he's going to choke the shit outta me. I always knew that bitch was gonna be the death of me. "If you fucking ever..." Oh boy, he's too mad to speak, this is not good. "You wore this shit because you thought it would keep me from wanting you?" He went after my sweats, and then my top. I didn't know you could tear sweats. What the fuck's the army been feeding my man?

  "Ohh." I croaked out a sound around the hand he had wrapped tight around my throat when he pushed two big, long callused fingers inside me as he swallowed my tit. Fucker, he knows just what to do.

  "Nothing stops me wanting you, not even your fucking mouth."

  Why oh why does my own body always trip me up? There was
no point in denying it; the proof was already in his palm, on his fingers, in the air. I was juicing like a sprung leak and he hadn't even given me the dick yet.

  "Dami..."

  "Shut...up." The fingers came out and he slid the dick in nice and slow. I tried, I really did. For all us girls who have to put up with this shit time and time again. I tried to hold onto my mad but shit. Okay one last one for the road.

  "Who do you belong to?" I guess I didn't answer fast enough because that hand tightened and the dick came in on a different angle and hit something.

  "Damien..."

  "Who the fuck do you belong to?"

  "You..." Another croak. This fucker pulled me up by my neck and bit into my lip while pile driving his monster cock into my poor little cooch.

  Was that our bodies making that sound? Sounded like thunder claps or gunfire? I was about to beg for mercy when suddenly he pulled out. I had a split second of relief before he flipped me over and did me rough from behind. I think I spoke about three different languages then. Have you ever tried grabbing ten-thousand thread count Egyptian cotton? It doesn't work. I couldn't grab ahold of anything as he pounded my body into the mattress. His hand had left my throat for my tits which he squeezed like he was milking me, which for some reason set off the mother of all orgasms. Shit, dick shouldn't be this good.

  "Should I pull out?" He growled into my ear before biting into my neck.

  "No, please, gimme." I locked down on his cock just in case he tried pulling out. I wanted his seed, I deserved that shit, I worked for it.

  "Only my good girl gets my seed. Are you my good girl?"

  "Uh huh." The fuck I know, I just want the dick. And he gave it to me, he gave and gave, and...

  "I'm almost there babygirl." Smack. Oh shit he's pulling out all the stops. A spanking just as I'm about to cum. I'll be no use to anybody for a good couple hours after since I'll be dumb deaf and blind from overload.