I watched in stunned amazement as mom’s oval face screwed into a pout. Tears ran down her cheeks. Her face turned bright red. She clenched her fists...and began pumping her arms and jumping up and down, her large breasts bouncing disturbingly.“John promised me. He promised me you would take care of me. You don’t love me.” My 50-year-old mother, the hardnosed flinty eyed businesswoman, was throwing a tantrum.As I watched the angry red color move up her neck and face, I recalled dad’s admonition to. I walked to the front of the car, and before Ryan met me he went into the trunk first. “I’m glad you keep this in your trunk mom.” He said laying out a blanket on the top of the hood. “Yeah old habit I guess. You’re father and I used to picnic a lot, and I just always kept one in there.” I told him. “Well that old asshole isn’t here anymore but I am.” Ryan said and then kissed me and laid me on the blanket. I was laying down now and he got up and walked in front of me. “I’m sorry you couldn’t. .” Before I could finish she punch me in the face, and knock me on my ass. (You see I’m only 5’8 127 pounds and this beast for a girl stands 5”10 and about 200 pounds.) Then two other girl appear out of no where. ‘Drag him into the bathroom” she barked. After dragging me into the bathroom she told them to take my pants off.“Wow it’s really as small as they say it is.” I wanted to die at the embarrassment that I felt. She laugh and told the girls to hold me down. She then climbed over my face. But I knew I wasn't done. There was one more orgasm within me from a spot I hadn't yet touched. I didn't feel relief, I wouldn't feel relief, until I had experienced it. My clit was tender to the touch. I inspected the small bullet in my hand and wondered if I was about to do permanent damage to my sensitive organ. I decided to concentrate on the marker in my ass. I pulled it out and slowly pushed it back in, repeating the motion for a lingering amount of time. It felt amazing and I couldn't.