She heard Yvette beg ‘Mom’ and not being able to distinguish if this was a cry of help, ecstasy or need, increased the rhythm of her penetration of her daughter. Mom withdrew the source of Yvette’s satisfaction then grabbed her daughter by the shoulder and flopped her onto the floor saying, ‘Get showered and get dressed, we have housework to do.”
“Sure,” Yvette answered from the floor trying to regain her strength, “just let me rest first.” and curling up to take a nap, Yvette panted into near unconsciousness, only to be forced awake as a savage blow from the ruler added another welt to her battered ass. “Going to hit on me? She then placed a knee on the couch to block Yvette’s other arm from reaching back. She watched as her mother dripping baby oil along the shaft of the business end of the strap-on before rubbing it thoroughly over the entire surface.
