She still hadn’t washed her pussy at all. Not letting her even have a chance to complain, I put her over my shoulder and took her into the bathroom.... I got the shower on and then made her get in. I stripped quickly and got in with her. I washed her from head to toe with the nice smelling soaps, rinsed her off, washed her again, dried her, brushed her hair out and then pulled her hair back into a plain pony tail. It had a dramatic effect. All the crap I hadn’t seen caked on her face before was. "Go clean yourself up, and, when you come back, I'll have a surprise for you." "Yes, Mommy” I go into the bathroom, and, jump into the shower. And clean myself off, and, puts on a bathrobe, and, walks back into the bedroom, and, notices my mom standing there, wearing a strap-on cock. "Do you like my cock, you little fuck slut?" she says, stroking her plastic cock. "Yes, Mommy this little fuck slut likes your cock." I say, lowering my head. "Then take off your robe, and, drop to your knees she. Every time I have tried to explain the whys and wherefores, there are always the little pieces missing. The little pieces that made such a big difference.People always seemed to think of abuse and neglect in terms of the scars left behind, the brutal actions taken, but it's not so. It's the everyday supple and constant hammering on the psyche of a child, which pushes them down so far into denial, that they see their abusers as their protectors, and their protectors as their abusers.It took me. "Oh, Sissy did a gooood job teaching you, didn't she." she pulled her son to her breast and cuddled him until she stopped shivering from pleasure. Chuck had Briana in front of him lying on his side, she was facing away from him with her back and ass pushed up against him. He cuddled her close. "Holy shit." Briana giggled as she heard the wail from her mother's room. "Cary must have shorted out her vibrator." Chuck laughed sincerely. He was impressed with not only the physical attributes of.