Charles tried to think of a way to explain his presence and his curiosity. He knew he shouldn’t have looked, but he had been so blasted curious! Charles stumbled over his words as his mother began to move.

Charles heard a laugh he recognized well, his mother’s cruel laugh. The laugh she gave when he did something stupid, as he so often did. Charles blanched as if he had been slapped. He looked away, shame burning his cheeks.

“Now son,” his mother began, in a voice that was hard and cold as her own heart. “You should have known better.”

Charles opened his eyes to look back at his mother’s eyes. He had to see the cruelty, to confirm for himself that it was real. So many times he had lied to himself that his mother loved him, or cared for him at all. The fact that she would so blatantly have sexual encounters was extremely disrespectful to him, and a confirmation of her hatred rather than submission to love. He had been worried she would be angry at him for being late, instead she had taken advantage of the time to get her jollies.

The thing that Charles saw moving toward him however, was not his mother. It had her face, and her cold eyes, but the body did not match. Her body had changed, and she slithered across the floor toward him like a great snake.

“Charles, there is no escape.” His mother’s head said, and then the transformation was completed, and a snake was moving toward him faster than lightening.

Poison skipped through his veins, and Charles screamed into the face of his fat aunt, with her breasts hanging low, and her mouth stinking of woman’s juices. Charles screamed and screamed, and his death was not quick. It took hours for Charles to complete the process and die.