Dear Mistress Vicky,
Mom is a big woman. She's in her late 40s, 5'10”, 180 lbs, 38DD black hair. A couple of years ago a few college kids rented the house next door. One of the very hot young women that moved in was Ann. She is the same age as I am 20 years old, 5'4”, 115 lbs 34C, short/medium blonde hair. It wasn't more than a day after she moved in that her collie puppy started running over to our back yard and depositing all his poop. It seems like either the puppy was trained to go to the bathroom away from where he lives, or he just liked our back yard. It wasn't more than a couple of days before mom stepped in a pile of poop, and getting it on the kitchen floor. The next morning mom was furious and after going outside in the back yard, she stormed into the house to write a scathing letter to Ann, warning her not to let her dog go to the bathroom in our back yard. Apparently Ann was quite lazy and just kept letting the dog out the back door, and the dog continued to poop in our yard. Mom saw Ann as Ann walked to her car and mom yelled out, “you better stop that dog from going to the bathroom in our back yard. Ann gave mom her middle finger. Mom was so mad that I knew Ann was lucky to have got in her car and driven away. Saturday Ann was out in her back yard, in the skimpiest bikini sun bathing. I was checking Ann out from the terrace on the second floor when I saw mom storm out the back door, right over to Ann. Ann apparently didn't see mom coming. I could see just how angry mom was as her face was red. Mom has a big, black garbage bag with her and she screams, “take this bag you stupid little bitch, and clean up all the poop in my back yard.” I couldn't hear what Ann said to mom, but whatever it was it really pissed mom off. Mom grabbed Ann by her feet and she pulled her off of her chair and onto her back on the grass. Ann screamed and she started to sit up, but Mom walked around behind Ann and grabbed her by her short blonde hair and she started dragging Ann into our back yard. Ann was screaming and trying to grab mom's hands to pull them out of her hair. Somehow Ann's bikini bottoms were pulled down to her knees, and somehow Ann managed to turn over onto her hands and knees, still screaming as mom dragged her across the grass. Ann lunged at mom trying to wrap her arms around mom's knees to trip her, but mom was just so much bigger and stronger than Ann that this only seemed to make mom even more angry. Mom pulled Ann to her feet, and Ann was screaming “let go.” Mom took the open palm of her hand and she started cracking it back and forth across Ann's face. She slapped Ann forehand and backhand over and over again. Hard, powerful slaps and Ann was crying and begging mom to stop. Mom was smacking Ann so hard that at first I knew Ann was seeing stars, asnd then spittle and blood and saliva was flying off of Ann's face and dripping down her chin and onto her chest and her sexy bikini top. Then mom held her up by the chin screaming, “are you ready to clean up the poop bitch, or do I really have to beat you up.” Ann was crying like a baby, crying out, “yes, yes please I'll clean it up. I'll make sure it perfectly clean.” Mom let go of Ann and Ann's knees buckles and Ann crawled around the lawn picking up every last drop of poop.
Ron
