Disclaimer:
This story can be triggering even for seasoned fetish readers due to a combination of three things; it involves religion, family and features a lot of emotional torment.
If any of these subjects are off limits to you then you should definitely not read this story.
If it only makes you more interested in reading it however then you might enjoy it very much.
Chapter 02: Chores, Chores And More Chores:
Daniel woke up the following morning with a rumbling stomach; not eating anything since lunch had not been a good idea. The abuse he suffered yesterday had temporarily prevented him from feeling hunger but now he was starving. He got up a little earlier than usual and started eating breakfast before mom had even gone up.
Daniel was almost done eating the mountain of sandwiches he had prepared when mom walked into kitchen; wearing nothing but a pink nightie. To his displeasure she ruffled his dirty blonde hair and kissed him on the cheek as she made her way to the fridge.
Daniel sat stoically through it, to him her affection felt like punishment as well.
"Slept well hunny?" mom asked as she opened the fridge.
"Yes." he answered mechanically.
"And how does your butt feel?" she asked in voice that could only be described as playful.
It creeped Daniel out immensely and he took a while to answer as he really didn't know how to respond to that question.
"Alright." he finally said with no emotion in his voice.
It was not a complete lie as he did not feel any pain from yesterdays spanking; though it still bothered him emotionally.
"Good." mom said and shut the fridge door.
She began preparing her sandwiches on the table next to him and smiled motherly.
"I don't want you to be in pain Daniel, I only want you to learn." she said sympathetically, "I hope you understand that."
"Of course." Daniel said with as much sarcasm as he dared and walked out of the kitchen.
He really couldn't phantom her psychopathy, one minute she was violent and cruel and the next she was kind and playful. Kinder even than she had been before she went crazy.
Daniel went straight to the bathroom to shower and get ready for school, he ended up leaving earlier than usual, mostly in order to avoid being around mom for longer than he absolutely needed to.
The school-day went by quickly, too quickly for his own taste and he soon found himself on his way home again. Hopefully he could get through this day without being punished if he didn't fail with dinner again.
Mom was already home when he arrived and conveniently exited the bathroom mere seconds after he arrived home.
"How was school hunny?" she asked sweetly.
"Alright." Daniel said shortly and took off his jacket.
"Daniel, I've been thinking about something..."
Daniel braced for the worst, this was probably some new rule he had to follow.
"I've been having such problems with my back and hips, do you think you could be so nice as to give your poor mother a little massage?" she asked and tilted her head sideways.
He knew it, another task for him to do. He could think of few things he'd want to do less than touch her body but knew this wasn't a question but a demand; though it certainly wasn't presented that way.
"Okay, I can do that." he said emotionlessly, "Do you want it now?"
"No, I'd like to go to the gym first, just to run a little bit, maybe do some squats as well." she said and looked up at the ceiling.
"I'd like to get my massage before dinner however so if I go to the gym right away maybe you find a way to massage me before you start with dinner?"
Daniel again strongly suspected these weren't questions, but orders.
"Okay." he said to end the conversation.
To his horror mom walked up to him, gave him a kiss on his forehead and hugged him.
He fought off the desire to push her away so he stood there and let himself get hugged.
"You're such a good boy nowadays Daniel." she said and looked proudly at him.
Daniel clenched his fists tightly but nodded politely, 'Lashing out at her will only make it worse.' he told himself and headed to his bedroom. It wasn't long afterwards that he heard mom exit the house on her way to the gym.
Daniel drew a sigh of relief, any minute he was home alone was a minute he wouldn't potentially have to spend with her. This really was the time for him to do something she didn't want him to do like masturbating for example but he didn't feel like it at all. The thought of having to massage his mother destroyed any sexual thoughts he might've otherwise had so he spent the time alone playing games on his computer.
Mom came home about an hour and a half later. She wasted little time and headed straight to his bedroom. She opened his door without announcing her arrival per usual.
"Hello, is there a massage therapist in here?" she asked jokingly.
Daniel smiled politely at her joke and got off his chair.
"Where do you want to do it?" he asked, not at all liking how he worded that.
Mom smiled back at him, "In my bedroom, it's the most comfortable I think."
They walked to his mother's bedroom and once there she began to undress in front of him.
He averted his eyes as she slowly took off her clothes, he had hoped it would only be a neck massage but she apparently expected more than that. She undressed until she wore nothing but her red bra and underwear and turned around to face him.
"What do you think of these?" mom asked, pointing at her red underwear, "They're new." she added and smiled proudly.
Daniel couldn't believe he was being asked this, 'Had the woman no shame?' he wondered.
"They look great." he said shortly and tried to avoid looking at them or her large breasts that almost popped out of her far too tight bra.
