"Mom, can I just get a drink?"
Gina smiled at you "Sure, babe." She lifted her foot from your shoulder and Amy did the same, pouting. Amy had insisted you give her a, good, long, final toe sucking before vacation was over, which had gone on for well over an hour, and this was the first opportunity you had to wash out your mouth.
You walked over to the fridge, but Amy called back to you"Stan, you moron, you already have a glass of water here!" You turned around and saw the glass she was holding. For some reason this made your mother laugh quite loudly, but she covered her mouth.
You came back and took the glass. "Didn't you drink from this a while ago?" You asked. Amy replied "No, I put mine away after I finished it, you poured a glass and never finished it." For some reason your Mom was still holding back a laugh.
You raised the cup to your lips, but your mother stopped you "Do you really want that?" This was a game you often played with your mother when you asked for something. You knew how to respond.
"Yes I do"
"Do you really?"
"Yes, mom."
"Then ask."
"Mother dearest, may I drink this water?"
"Yes, but you must drink every drop."
You raised the cup again, but your mother was still in stitches, that old habit of hers never made her laugh like this.
You took a sip, wondering too late why it was murky.
You choked up as the contents went down.
Amy and Gina burst into laughter, holding each other. Gina pointed the basin of water out to you. It was the one you had washed the sweat and grime off her feet in, and it was the same color as the water in his hand.
You turned red, you had actually begged your mother too drink sweat and toe jam tainted waiter. You actually saw it floating around the glass. You made to put the glass down but your mother stopped you.
"Oh no, Stan, you promised to drink every drop."
"Oh, come on, Mom!"
"Drink."
You looked shocked at your mother, she was still playful, but dead serious about her demand.
You raised the glass up and started to drink.
It was even more disgusting now that you knew what it was. You could taste sweat and dirt, and gunk was getting caught in your teeth. You were starting to cough it up and stop when your mother leaned forward and tipped the glass up, pouring it down your throat.
You actually fell on the ground after you were done, your face turning a bright red as your family laughed at your suffering.
"Wow, bro, you're really serious about your new Job!" Amy teased.
"Stan, how did you like my foot water?" Gina said, joining in.
One glance at Amy told you what your answer had to be. "I loved it, mom." Gina clasped her hands together and laughed again. "Then thank me, Stan."
She held out the top of her foot, like a princess. You grabbed it and kissed it. "Now thank Amy, she poured you the glass.
Now it was Amy's turn to laugh as she held out her foot. You grabbed your torturer's familiar foot and kissed it as well.
Gina and Amy then went back to their previous position, they rested their feet on your shoulder while you massaged and they chatted, making a few jokes about your new favorite drink.
Amy was feeling evil, this was going better than she thought. Her mom had totally enjoyed bossing you around, now she just had to push it further....
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