the girls wise up

“Cram it up your ass, Jello jugs.”
“What’s wrong with you!?” Mama snapped back.
“Maybe I’m afraid The Titanic might run into your tits and sink.”
“Well excuse me, miss black sheep! If our family’s not stupid and ugly enough for you to fit in, you’re welcome to leave!”
“Maybe if you didn’t stand in m way I could have been something, but your fat ass was always blocking my view!”
“At least I have an ass, bitch!”
Becky grabbed Mama by the hair and pulled her face up against hers. “I’ll gut you, you stinking pig!!!”

Tulip shook her head and smiled. “Still squabble like a pair of roosters,” she sighed. She ran in for a double clothesline, but her daughters suddenly turned away from each other and kicked Tulip in the head.

“We’re not your babies anymore, mother,” Mama smiled, grabbing one of Tulips arms while she was still down.
“And we’re DONE riding on your coattails!” Becky snapped, taking the other.

Both girls wrapped their legs around their mother’s arms, stuck their heels into Tulip’s sides, pulling her wrists away in an arm bar. Tulip screamed out in pain as they held her down. Mama secured her hold and moved her feet to cover up Tulip’s mouth and nose, muffling her growl and struggling sounds. Becky used hers to twist at her nipples.