"Come on," he said. "Wouldn't it be good if your mother got some happiness for herself?" He tilted his head. The gesture was casual. Conversational. The body language of a man discussing the weather. "Aren't you a greedy daughter, keeping all the happiness for yourself?"
She shook her head. The motion was rapid, violent. "Don't say that. Don't... don't say that."
He pushed her.
Her body hit the table. The wood was hard beneath her back. The plates rattled. The tea cup spilled, the amber liquid spreading across the wood. The sheet, tangled at her waist, twisted. Her legs, bare, dangled over the edge.
Beneath the table, his tail released the mother-in-law's neck. The appendage withdrew, the scaled surface dragging across her skin. She gasped. Coughed. The cock, still in her mouth, slid from her throat as she pulled back. The head emerged from her lips with a wet pop. She collapsed. Her hands caught the chair. Her body, trembling, sank to the floor.
