We were all lubed up and ready to go.She got on her hands and knees and I got behind her.As I started slowly into her asshole some how i slipped and j...ammed into her.I stopped right then as she was hurt.I held her.I kissed her.I knew she was hurt.I was ready to just let her be till she was ready to go home.Then she said "Okay lets try that again".This time I was able to stay steady and slipped into her slowly.I worked her over slowly till she started to loosen up.When she was ready she told me. "Mother," I said "is my skirt shorter?" Yes honey," she said "I shortened a few of your dresses and skirts a fewinches while you were at school."I thought it was short before, about three inches from my knee, but nowit was about six inches.I asked my mother "Did you shorten them all this much?" Oh, no honey, some are shorter and some are longer." she replied. "Nowdo your hair and then your nails. Then come show me."I pulled my hair back and put a barett in it. Then I took pink nailpolish and. I have become used to been yelled at now, but the most humiliating part was that colleagues sitting close to me had heard how his yelling at me and was surprised by the way he treats me. I felt ashamed, for myself, for putting up with this kind of behavior, for having no dignity and for not standing up for myself. They must have felt I am a disgusting submissive woman, but I cannot help myself. I made my way to the CEO's office. As soon as I entered, Judy left and shut the door. I stripped. I’d hear my mother gasping and groaning, my stepfather grunting and snorting like a pig, the headboard slamming against the wall, the bed squeaking, as the stout little man rutted my mother like she was a piece of meat.I knew Pat was a real brute in bed, like a wild animal at times, just by the commotion coming from their bedroom during the night. Sometimes it would go on for hours and he would give my mother one hell of a pounding. The loud rhythmic slapping sounds, accompanied by mother’s.