no way so easily

Karen's face softened for a moment as she was twisted in the position. "Becky...." she whimpered pleadingly. Her sister held the position, but shifted her body to look at Karen's miserable expression.

"Yea? What?" she said skeptically. She didn't expect Mommy Dearest to suddenly spit in her eyes, making her recoil sharply and Karen easily bursting from the hold.

"You think some little sob story will make your mother go softer on you!? I do what I please to my perverted, wretched little children!" She rose and threw a kick into Becky's stomach, making her grunt painfully. She scowled at her downed sister. "You'll eat those words, you miserable little bastard. You'll regret the day I gave squeezed you out of me. Maybe if I reintroduce you to your old home you'll respect and worship me like you ought to!" she insisted, running her fingers affectionately over her own pussy, twirling her fingers in her trim pubes.

"Downright Freudian, ain't it?" Becky chuckled weakly. Mommy just kicked her in the face for it, making her cry out and hold her mouth. Nobody else seemed to like psychologist jokes.