Even though Selma had beaten the stuffing out of her, and made her beg for mercy, and she was crying like a baby, my church-going Mother resisted paying the ultimate penalty for losing, of having to eat Selma's pussy. It wasn't until Selma smacked her across the face again, that Mom finally gave in.

In fascination I watched Mom close her eyes and stick out her tongue, with the tears running down her face.

Despite her disgust, there must have been something terribly arousing about her helplessness and submission to that vicious bitch. As she ate Selma's pussy, Mom began to play with her own pussy and rub her breasts. I was kind of shocked, because Mom was always lecturing me about the 'evils of masturbation.'

When Mom satisfied her, Selma stood up and adjusted her swim suit. It was then she glanced down, and saw that Mom's hand was still on her pussy. She laughed and sneered in contempt at Mom's humiliation.

Then Selma put on a big act of being outraged at Mom's weakness. She grabbed her arm and started pulling her.

Selma's yard was always kind of messy and there was an old wooden box lying on the grass. Selma sat down on the box and pulled Mom across her knee!

"Ommigosh!" I thought. "She's going to spank MY MOTHER!" Even after what already happened, it was hard to believe anyone would dare spank my Mother. Mom was squealing and crying, and I really felt sorry for her, but at the same time seeing my powerful Mother draped across Selma's lap like a naughty little girl really excited me. Poor Mom still kept begging and protesting. Of course, it didn't do any good with Selma.

Mom screamed and struggled, but she couldn't get away from Selma! Selma smacked her big behind with all her might, and Mom screamed even louder.

Selma only used her hand to spank Mom, but it still must have really stung the way Mom screamed at each smack, and the way her butt kept getting redder and redder, after each one.

For a while, Mom struggled and screamed bloody murder, but then she just lay there sobbing and begging Selma to stop, although she'd yell louder and her body would jump at each smack.

I guess Selma got bored when Mom stopped struggling, because she took a good look at Mom's poor, sore bottom, and then spilled her onto the ground, with a nasty laugh.

It looked like the fight was over then. Mom rolled over and tried to get up. I suppose all she could think of was to get back to the safety of our house, but she was shaking so, every move obviously hurt her, and it took her a long time. Just then Selma looked down and spied her garden hose lying on the grass. She never put things like that away. She knelt down beside Mom and grabbed the hose. Then she grabbed Mom by the hair again, and held her down.

At first, I thought Selma was going to squirt Mom with the hose. That would have been bad enough, I guess, but Selma had something much worse in mind. She meant to stick that hose up Mom's behind. Mom's screaming and begging didn't have any effect at all. Selma just laughed at her.

That awful witch shoved the hose so far up Mom's behind that you couldn't even see the nozzle anymore. Mom reared up and screamed so loud I thought the whole neighborhood would hear her!

Once she buried the hose in Mom's behind, Selma kept on ramming it in and out, while Mom shrieked at the pain that must have been awful.

Mom fell back on her stomach, but Selma kept ramming the hose in and out of her butt. Mom kept on screaming.

It was just about the time that Selma finally stopped ramming the hose in and out, that the three ladies from Mom's work arrived in our back yard and began calling for her.

Selma at least had the decency to pull the hose out of Mom's butt, before the other women saw her like that, or maybe she thought she'd gone too far, and didn't want witnesses to that part of what she'd done.

Looking through the gap in the hedge, Mom's three coworkers obviously couldn't believe what they were seeing. My Mom stripped naked, her butt still red from the spanking, and they could hear her loud sobbing. It wasn't too hard to figure out Mom had gotten the worst of it from Selma.

Even though she' taken the hose out, having an audience was all Selma needed. When the three women came into the yard, Selma devilishly put her foot on Mom's back, and pressed her face into the ground, and assumed a victory pose. Mom was still holding her poor sore spanked, hosed bottom.

Now that she had an audience, Selma really showed off at poor Mom's expense. She pulled Mom up on her knees, and ordered her to kiss her behind. Mom begged and pleaded, but as usual, it was no use.

Selma got sick of Mom's begging and pleading and threatened her with another slap. You could tell how scared Mom was of Selma by then, because she did what Selma told her without any more protests, even though she had this awful sheepish, embarrassed look, and her face got as red as her butt.

When Mom had thoroughly humiliated herself, she fell back on the grass, and lay there sobbing in misery. Selma forcefully suggested that Mom's friends get her home.

And so, Mom limped home, hardly able to stand on her own. It must have been one more humiliation to have to have to rely on the other women's sympathetic help, just to walk. The help wasn't all sympathetic though; I saw Mavis wink at Selma, as they left.

I never had the nerve to tell Mom that I saw her disgrace, but pretty soon the whole neighborhood heard about it. I guess Selma and Mavis saw to that. Brian made the rest of my summer miserable, too. Every time he beat me up and hold me down and tell me, again, all the things his Mom did to my Mom. After that day I never told Mom when Brian beat me up.