STRANGE COUSIN. Part 2.
By
GW

Nina got up off Mom's back, but held on to her wrist. Very slowly, she let Mommy get up, on her knees, but, all the time, she was real careful, about keeping Mommy's wrist pushed up, as far as she could get it.

Every time Mommy tried to get loose, Nina gave her arm a hard jerk, and Mommy would scream and stop wriggling. Nina must have really liked hurting Mom, because she kept her like that, for along time, long after Mom stopped trying to get loose.  Every few seconds, Nina would ram her arm up a little higher, making Mom yell and scream, some more.  There were big tears running down Mom's face, by now. Except when Daddy died, I never saw my mother cry before!

Finally, Nina must have gotten tired or bored, because she let go.  Mommy's arm just flopped down to her side, as if it was paralyzed.  She massaged it with her other hand.  She stood up, kind of dazed, like she didn't know she was doing it.

I was kind of surprised Nina let Mom get up.  I thought the fight must be over, because Mom sure didn't look like SHE could fight anymore.  She still looked dazed, and there was a scared look on her face, I never saw before.  I'm sure when she came into the bedroom a few minutes before, it never entered her head, that her teenage niece would defy her, or that Nina would actually attack HER, and she SURE as heck, never expected Nina would, or could, beat her up. It would be hard for anybody to believe it, if they hadn't seen it, with their own eyes.

You could tell that from that scared look on her face, and the tears running down her face, that Mom was beaten. It was clear as a bell; there was just no way she wanted to fight that nasty little bitch anymore.  I'm sure Nina knew it too, but even so, she put up her fists, like in boxing.  When Mom saw Nina coming after her with her fists cocked, she got a real panicky look on her face, and tried to back away.   She was shivering as though it was freezing out, and her eyes were big and dark looking. I suppose that's how you look when you're really scared.

Mom tried to tell Nina she didn't want to fight anymore, but even so, my nasty cousin hit Mom in the face with her fist.  The punch landed in Mommy's eye, and she screamed again.

Nina didn't stop with one punch; she went after Mom, like a boxer, punching right and left.  Mommy's one arm still seemed numb, but to tell the truth, I doubt she could have done any better with both arms.  Even I could tell Nina was a much better boxer. I suppose her Father paid for boxing lessons for the little bitch too

Nina knocked Mommy backward, with every punch. She hit her in the boobs and in the stomach, and even lower than that, sometimes, right between the legs.  Mommy moaned or yelled, at every punch.

I never believed before that night, that I'd ever hear my mother begging; she's always so proud, but she was begging and pleading with Nina to stop hitting her. It was pitiful to hear her like that. Even though Mommy was begging her to stop, Nina just kept right on hitting her, again and again.

Finally, Nina backed Mom into a corner, and then she really zeroed in on her.  It was brutal, just like she was hitting a punching bag. Mommy couldn't do anything to protect herself at all, anymore, and she couldn't get away, because Nina had her trapped.  She just stood there, getting punched.  Between punches, my Mommy was crying like a little kid.  Then, Nina put everything she had, into three punches into Mommy's tummy, below the
waist, right above her brown muff.

Mom's tummy muscles that looked so firm and strong, when her robe first fell off, looked all soft and squishy, now.  Nina's fist would sink into her tummy almost to her wrist.  After each punch, Mommy's body would shudder and shake, and first go stiff for a second, and then go limp, and she'd almost fall over.  All the while, between sobs and gasps of pain, Mom was begging Nina to stop. It was still impossible to believe I was hearing my mother begging like that, and begging a skinny, little teenager at that.

It's hard to describe but it really gives you this strange, sick feeling, to see your grownup Mom, getting beat-up that way.  I always thought she couldn't be hurt, like she was invincible, and here she was getting beat-up by a kid my age, and begging and pleading with her to stop.  I felt all quivery inside, whenever Mommy would scream at the pain.  After the third punch, Nina stepped back, away from her.  Mommy's mouth was hanging open, like she wanted to scream, but no sound came out.  She just gagged, like she was gonna throw up, and her face was white as paper.  She took one step away from the wall, but her long legs wobbled crazily, and she fell down on her knees.  She hugged her stomach with both hands, and just crouched there, a second at Nina's feet.

When Mom did finally get her breath back, she started crying, again.  She sobbed real hard, like I did when I was a real little kid.  That quivery feeling, I had, got worse. It's so weird, to hear your mother crying like that. I wanted to help her, but I was afraid to.  It wasn't just that I was scared of Nina, although I sure as heck was.  She's a real scary girl!  It was more like I was embarrassed, that I shouldn't have been there, seeing something like that happen to my Mom.

Nina stood there looking down at Mom and grinning.  It was the nastiest grin I ever saw. At first, she was breathing real hard, herself, but she got her breath back, long before Mom did. Mom looked like she was going to fall on her face, but before she had a chance, Nina grabbed one of those big beautiful breasts in each hand. She clawed and pinched Mom's soft, ripe boobs, until Mom shrieked pitifully.  I couldn't stand it anymore and covered my ears and closed my eyes.

Even with my hands over my ears I heard Nina yell. "Ya want me to twist them off ya, bitch?"

Poor Mom couldn't take anymore. "Nooo, no, st-stop! I quit! I quit!"

Even though Mom gave in, Nina twisted and squeezed her gorgeous boobs, some more, before she let go.  I think she just loved to hear Mommy screaming.  When Nina did finally let go of Mommy's breasts, she went and picked up Mom's hairbrush from where it dropped.  When she came back, Mommy was crying, and rocking from side to side.

Nina took hold of her long brown hair, and told Mom to get up.  Mommy saw the hairbrush in Nina's hand.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to guess what Nina was going to do with THAT!  Mom didn't move, but still crying, she moaned.  "Pl-please d-don't!  Please, leave me alone!  Please!"

Mommy wouldn't, or maybe she couldn't, get up at first, until Nina let go of her hair, and grabbed her by the ear, the way teachers do sometimes to kids they're mad at, only this was my teenage cousin doing it to my Mom, the High School Principal. She pulled real hard on Mom's ear, and Mommy got right up.  She didn't fight back at all, but let Nina walk her over to the bed.

I guess if I hadn't felt so bad for her, it would have looked funny, weird anyway, seeing a little teenager pulling a big, grownup woman, stark naked, across the room like that, especially a woman like my Mom. It must have really hurt, because Mommy was all scrunched over, and she was crying and begging Nina to let go.

Mommy tried not to look at me. I could just imagine how ashamed she must feel, having her teenaged daughter see her disgraced this way, and by another teenager.  She was still whimpering and snuffling, as Nina sat down on the bed.

Nina made Mommy lie face down, across her lap. Mommy kept sobbing and begging Nina not to do it, but she didn't try to fight back anymore, and Nina just laughed.

I was so upset, I wanted to run away and hide, but for some reason, I just stood there and kept watching.  Seeing your thirty-eight-year-old mother lying across a schoolgirl's lap, like a scared little kid, is really creepy.  I noticed that the hairbrush was one with steel bristles, that Mom used on her hair, not the one with soft bristles that she used to use on me once in a while. Nina jiggled her knee in Mommy's stomach, to get Mom's behind, just the way she wanted it.

When Nina finally got Mom's rear pointing right up in the air, she didn't waste any time, but went right at spanking her. Mommy's big round buttocks gleamed white, at first, but as Nina spanked them, with all her might, with that steel bristled brush, they turned bright pink.

Mommy yelped in surprise, at the first spank, but then she gulped, and tried to keep from yelling.  I guess, even then, she didn't want to give Nina the satisfaction.  She was gritting her teeth, as Nina kept on spanking her, but finally she couldn't hold it in any longer.  She started yelling and screaming, again.  The pain must have been fierce.  Her bottom kept getting redder and redder, until it looked like raw hamburger.

Mommy begged and begged Nina to stop.  "Please, please!  I'll do anything you want, but stop it!  STOP IT!  Oh please!  It hurts, so much!  Please, I'll do anything! ANYTHING! Only please stop it!  Please! Oh pleasseeee!"  Mommy's voice was so choked up, she sounded like a little girl begging, instead of a grown woman.

Nina stopped for a second, but she still had the brush raised right above Mommy's bright red heiny. "Okay Auntie! I'll stop, if you promise to do everything, I tell you for the whole time I'm here!  Every single thing, mind you!  No matter what it is, and you promise to never tell anyone what happened.  And you promise to wait on me, and be my servant and maid!  But you've got to swear it to God!"

Mommy didn't answer right away, and Nina started in to spank her again.  After three more spanks, Mommy yelled. "All right!  All right!  I'll do it. I swear, but stop it!  Stop it!"

Nina spanked her one more time.

"Oh my God, please stop it!"

"All right then, swear it, Auntie, TO God!"  Nina laughed.

When Nina stopped this time, Mommy sobbed out. "I swear to God..." Mommy started, but she choked up and couldn't get any further.

Nina spanked her again. "All of it, Auntie!"

Mommy began to sob again. "I swear to God, I'll do everything you tell me, and I'll never tell anyone, and I'll be your servant, and I'll do everything you tell me!"

"Okay, Aunty, Dear!  The first thing you can do is, stop that blubbering, and go wash your face!"

Mom looked kind of relieved.  I guess she thought it was all over, even if she had been disgraced, and hurt real bad. It took Mom awhile, to even get off Nina's lap.  The way she moved, it looked like it hurt like the dickens every time she moved.  When she did slide off, she wound up kneeling at Nina's feet.

Maybe it was that, that gave Nina a new idea; she giggled. "Oh Yeah! From now on, I'll just call you Ruthy, and you call me 'MISS Nina' like our maid at home does.

Mom didn't look up, but she muttered loud enough to hear. "Yes Miss Nina!"

When Mom did get up, she could barely stand. Her legs shook and quivered, and whenever she took a step, she'd wince, and moan.  Her buttocks were flaming, red. Even walking, must have hurt, like anything.

Hurt as she was, the first thing she must have thought of, was that she was still naked.  Like I've said Mom is extremely modest.  She reached for her bathrobe, but Nina stamped her foot on it snatching it out of Mommy's hand, and snapping at her like you yell at a dog.

"You don't need that, Ruthy!  I like to see you naked!  It's funny seeing your fat tits jiggling all over, and your big, fat ass rollin' around, looks like raw steak!" Nina giggled, as Mom gulped back another sob.