She gasped as he began to plunge inand out, this time taking hold of her ample hips for leverage. This time as he neared his climax he leaned down...andwhispered into her ear, "Take me all the way up your ass. Clinchyour muscles tightly and give my Peter a good ride." For one minute, he felt the body beneath him tense and thenbegin to buck like a woman in the throes of a mighty orgasm. Upand down and back and forth this woman gave him a ride like abucking bronco. Never had he had such a. ‘No hell I won’t! Why did you have to hit me? You haven’t worked in three weeks and it’s my fault? I can’t lose my job Eric. I can’t and I won….’ Her words are cut short by a flat sound. I can hear two or three fast clicking sounds, then a thud. The motherfucker slapped her then she staggered back and fell. I can hear alot of babbling back and forth, both trying to talk over the other. She’s crying, he’s yelling. ‘Don’t you dare complain to me. You can’t get by without me. You can’t wipe your. ”“Lois tells me you are fun to be with and take good care of her. If I recall, her exact words were ‘A damn good fuck’.” Mom was smiling.Mom’s hand slipped under the covers as she bent over and kissed me. “Your father knows I am here. It’s part of the bargain we made to let Lois sleep with him.” Mom kissed my chest as her hand slipped into the waistband of my briefs.I was paralyzed in disbelief and, yes, fear. I didn’t know why this was happening. My mother had lost it, and I didn’t know how to. She seemed to have a pre-determined plan in mind. Finally, she seemed satisfied. The process was repeated on the right side. A pinprick in my left arm. I lost consciousness as the doctor began sewing my chest closed.I don't know how long I was out. I awoke in a bed with an IV running into my arm. My chest hurt like hell! Looking down I could see the twin mounds pushing the covers up. Natasha opened the door."How do you feel?" She asked. She didn't wait for a reply but continued. "Surgery night.