“No,” I yelled, wanting to tell him that it was all true, but again he twisted my arm and backhanded me across my already swollen and bruised lips. He nodded and I lifted the seat of the toilet, then he pushed me with his foot, my head pressed against the rim of the toilet. Amateur porn He held himself buried inside me deep as he pulled at my mouth, stretching my lips and jaws trying to fit his fisted hand inside. He lay sleeping peacefully on the bed and I smiled and tiptoed to my mat, stretching my sore body out in ecstasy. Momma knew, he convinced her of the harmlessness of it, after all he wasn’t really doing anything to me, “and sometimes,” he told her, “she even seems to enjoy it.” The older I got the more Momma hated me, spanking me at any infraction, using belts or a kitchen spoon or a spatula on my ass, legs and back. I flinched and he laughed, slowly raising his cock a little at a time until his piss was hitting now and then on the side of my face. The next summer Momma and Daddy were killed in a car accident and I was sent to live with Daddy’s brother, Uncle Dan and his wife Aunt Karen. I lay there for a while
