" Well, you are a bitch, Mom," I pointed out before I peeked down. "Um, may I ask you something though?" What, babe?"I took a deep breath and just vib...ated a bit. I couldn't just get the words out naturally, but I knew they needed to be said."What is it, Celcia? You can ask me anything; I'll do anal if you'd like." No, Mom, would you be okay if we didn't have sex with you anymore?"Her smile faded, and she leaned her head back too."I'm sorry, Mom, but I want him to be my husband, and I want to. His fingers were slightly moist from her and he very slowly placed one against the opening of her ass, her rosebud as he called it sometimes. He held it there without moving , such a slight and yet firm pressure. She fidgeted more, but he held his finger still, adjusting with her motion but the minute magnitude of touch never changing. She felt her muscle contract slightly, again then again as he seemed to enjoy her predicament, her body asking and wanting. His finger tapped firmly in the very. He was angry at her for thinking she could leave him. he would let her know she was his forever. He Brought His Arm Back And swung it forward hit her on her lower back. She screamed. he was going to enjoy this to much. he kept whipping her. finally he quit. there were at least 3 dozen welt marks on her back, ass and legs. He couldnt wait another minute. He had gone 3 ½, months without that pussy and he needed it. He dropped his pants and climbed onto the bed. He pulled her ass up till her. " That's alright", I told her, "You can buy the next time I see you down here."We packed up our gear and went back to my truck. With our rods and tackle boxes in the bed we went down to the little convenience store. The old lady at the counter gave me a funny look as she rung up the twelve pack and a bag of ice, it was only a little after eight in the morning. I shot her back a look that said to mind her own fucking business and paid for my shit. If I'd wanted to be judged I would have stayed.