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Bitchy Mom
John ‘JJ’ Sims was 35 and a successful real estate developer. He was single and lived in a nice upscale home in McKinney, Texas. His goal was to make a lot of money and retire to a life of luxury by the time he was 40. John was well on the way to doing that. Other than an occasional one night stand, he had little interest in women. Being the only child in a somewhat stressed family, he had no desire to raise one of his own.
His parents, John Sr. and Mary, were disappointed knowing that grandchildren weren’t in the cards for them. John Sr. was an insurance agent and fairly successful. He had always been a good provider for the family. Mary was a stay at home wife and mother, who was never quite satisfied with anything or anyone. She always had something to complain about. Mary was 55; five years her husband’s junior. She was attractive, a good cook, and housekeeper, but her constant bitching kept her husband and son walking on egg shells around her. JJ left their Houston home after high school and was on his own.
JJ was driving home when his phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, he picked it up.
“Hi Dad.”
“Did I catch you at a good time?” his father asked.
“Perfect time. I’m headed home. What’s up?”
“I gave your mother divorce papers this morning.”
“You did what?” JJ asked.
“I finally got to the point I couldn’t handle her bitching anymore. I’m giving her half of everything. I just need some damn peace and quiet.”
“Is there a woman involved?”
“Oh, hell no. I just want out,” his father assured him.
“How did she take it?”
“Just like I expected. She bitched about my timing, the legal size paper, the big words. You name it.”
“Was she upset?”
“She didn’t say anything about the actual divorce. She just bitched about everything else.”
JJ chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
“Son, I love your mother. I just can’t put up with the bitching anymore.”
“That’s why I left too Dad.”
“I know. I got home about 30 minutes ago, and she was gone. I checked her closet. It looks like she packed most of her clothes. No note or anything. I suspect she’s headed up your way. You might want to stop and pick up some ear plugs.”
“I doubt they’d help much. Any idea what time she left?” JJ asked.
“No clue, but I’d wager she timed the trip to hit rush hour in Dallas, so she’d have something else to bitch about.”
JJ chuckled again. “I wouldn’t be surprised. How much did she pack?”
“At least four big suitcases are gone. I suspect she’s planning an extended stay. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ve got plenty of room. Enjoy your peace and quiet, Dad.”
“Oh, I am.”
“Dad, you’re really going to divorce her?”
“Son, I love her. If you can figure out a way to get her to quit being a bitch, I’d love to stay married to her.”
“Figure the odds of that.”
“I know. I’ll get off the phone and let you enjoy your last peaceful moments.”
“Bye, Dad.”
JJ loved his mother. It was her constant complaining about everything that drove him mad. It was always something. He looked forward to seeing her but dreaded it at the same time.
He pulled into his garage and pushed the button to close the door as he got out. Going inside, he did a quick walkthrough of the house to check for anything out of place. Besides a coffee cup in the kitchen sink and a towel that was laying on the counter in the master bath it looked good. He corrected those issues, but knew she’d find something wrong. She always did.
It was just after six when the doorbell rang. He opened the door for her.
“Hi, mom.”
“Your flowers could use some water. When did you mow the lawn last?”
“The sprinkler comes on automatically at eight and the lawn guy comes every Saturday.”
“Not too early, I hope. There’s nothing worse than waking up to a blasted lawn mower.”
“Ten o’clock, never before.”
“I hope he edges the sidewalk,” she said. “If I had a house key I wouldn’t have had to wait at the door.”
“How long did you wait?” he asked.
“That’s not the point. I suppose I’ll need to put sheets on the guest bed?”
“Nope. I have a lady that comes in on Mondays to clean. She keeps the guest room ready.”
“How often does she change the sheets?” his mother asked.
“I have no fucking idea. Give me your car keys, I’ll get your bags,” he said frustratedly.
Mary handed her son the car keys then walked to the kitchen. JJ walked out to her car. Before unlocking it he paused to take a few deep breaths.
“I wonder if dad ever tried duct tape?” he asked out-loud.
Making two trips he carried the six bags to the guest room and set them on the floor. His mother walked into the room as he put down the last two.
“I was going to fix dinner, but there’s nothing fit to fix. What dolt organized your kitchen?”
“I did. I’ll make you a deal. You don’t call me a dolt and I won’t toss you and your bags out the front door,” her son replied.
Her eyes widened in surprise. “I was merely making an observation. Fine, I’ll quit talking.”
This was her usual tactic when confronted; the silent treatment. Instead of speaking, she would ignore you for a day as she made lists of her complaints. At least she was quiet.
JJ left the room and went back downstairs. His mother stayed in the guest room, presumably to unpack. He knew her patterns well enough to know that her next step would be to scour the ensuite bathroom. A short time later she came down for the cleaning supplies.
“I’m going to order carryout for dinner. What would you like?” he asked.
“Chef’s salad. No onions or cucumbers. Low calorie bleu cheese dressing. Perrier to drink.”
“Any dessert?”
She looked at him like he was an idiot. “I never eat carryout desserts.”
“Okay,” he replied. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”
“It’ll take at least that long to clean the bathroom. Make it forty-five minutes.”
JJ drove away moments later after calling Outback and placing their dinner orders. He stopped at the grocery store on the way to pick up breakfast items, knowing they would be needed in the morning. Keeping a close eye on the clock, he returned home exactly forty-five minutes after leaving. He set out dinner plates and tableware on the table then went upstairs.
“Dinner is ready,” he said, then left before his mother replied.
He sat waiting on her at the table. She stood beside the table looking everything over before sitting. JJ saw her lay her notebook and pen on the table as she sat. The page appeared to be over half full already. These would be her complaints. During dinner she added three more lines to her list. Neither spoke as they ate. After he finished, JJ threw away his trash and put his dishes in the sink. He rinsed them, put them in the dishwasher, then returned to the table. When seated, he pulled the notebook in front of him to read.
01-too many lights left on. Raises the electric bill
02-food selection is pitiful
03-put seat down in master bath
04-rinse shower after use in master bath
05-pick up after yourself. Tissue on the floor in master bedroom
06-run dishwasher daily
07-unoccupied rooms don’t need so much heat and should be closed off
08-kitchen disorganized
09-mustard and catsup don’t require refrigeration
10-need house key
11-watering the lawn and flowerbeds should be done in the morning
12-save water. Rinse all dishes at once
13-don’t throw away perfectly good leftovers
14-salad too large for one person
JJ shook his head and pushed it back to her. “Jesus,” he said, leaving the room.
“I’m trying to help,” his mother said.
“Trying to help what?” her son called back.
“Help you run a more efficient house.”
He returned to the room and stood at the table.
“Don’t you see? This is why I left right after high school. It’s why dad is finally divorcing you. Nothing and no one are good enough. You pick everything apart. Mom, your constant bitching is intolerable. How would you feel if I picked apart everything in your life?”
“Fine. Do it!” she snapped.
JJ grabbed her notebook and sat across from her.
1-quit bitching about everything. Not everything needs your input
2-your hair in that damn bun adds 20 years
3-your dress is old fashioned. Hell, all your clothes are granny looking.
He pushed the notebook to her, and she read. Mary teared then pulled the bobby-pins out of her hair and let it fall free.
“Better?” she asked snidely.
“Much,” her son replied.
Mary stood and began unbuttoning her dress then pulled it off. She dropped it to the floor.
“Happy now, dolt?” she grumbled, standing there in granny panties, bra, and stockings.
“I didn’t realize you could still buy 1950 underwear. Get new ones.”
“My choice of undergarments is none of your business,” she snapped.
“Since that’s all I’m allowing you to wear in my house it is,” JJ barked back.
Mary was taken aback for a moment before replying. “I don’t need yours or anyone else’s permission to dress, you dolt.”
Dolt had been his moniker from his mother his entire life. It gnawed at him. JJ stood and stepped to her. He picked her up with one arm and carried her to the couch, as she struggled to get away. He sat and laid her across his lap then pulled her panties down, ripping them in the process. Her son began spanking her bare ass with his hand as she continued to struggle. After about ten smacks she quit struggling. Her ass was beefy red. He continued for at least another ten before he stopped. His mother was sobbing.
“From now on there will be no more bitching. And don’t you ever call me Dolt again. Got that?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“You cook. You clean. You do as you’re told. When I let you up, go put on another pair of your 1950 underpants. Bra, panties, and stockings are what you’ll wear from now on. Understood?”
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Failure to follow my instructions and you’ll get another spanking. I’ll use something more than my hand next time. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” his mother replied.
“Okay. Clean up the kitchen after you get dressed,” he ordered and let her go.
About fifteen minutes later she walked back into the living room holding her previously discarded dress in front of her.
“What are you doing with the dress?” her son asked.
“Trying to cover myself.”
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