Allie managed to get her mouth in contact with her mother's again before she was pushed away. That was a matter of leverage. She was stronger than mom, or at least, she assumed she was, because mom spent all her time sitting on her nice curvy ass, while Albany spent a good few hours of each day cycling to and from a warehouse, helping to shift boxes around, lifting packs of copy paper, moving and stacking wooden pallets, and flirting with this really cute woman who drove one of the trucks. So Allie had muscles where Jean did not. Being pushed away was all to do with the fact that mom's back was against the back of the couch, giving her something to push against.<br/><br/>But this was disobedience pure and simple, and while part of the teenager had hoped for her mom to disobey, that didn't mean she wasn't angry. Her right hand swung back and forward. She originally intended to just slap mom across the face, but her hand seemed to ball into a fist of its own volition. The blow wasn't especially hard, mostly because it was as much a surprise to Allie as to Jean. It connected with the side of Jean's face and pain lanced up Allie's hand, wrist and forearm. "OW! Holly fuck. How does that work in the fucking movies then?" She wiggled all her fingers to make sure she hadn't broken any.<br/><br/>With that settled she looked back at her mother. "You stupid bitch. You made me hurt my hand." Her anger was still there, that blind red rage that she knew could so easily end with her beating someone to a pulp. "I am so going to hurt you, bitch!" Allie's left hand shot up and hit her mother on the throat, grabbing and gripping, squeezing hard enough to hurt, to restrict mom's breathing, but not hard enough to shut it off completely. With her right hand she poked the older woman hard in the breast with her first two fingers. "Does that hurt? Good." She paused just long enough for her mother to start to say something, then let a smirk spread over her face. "Wait a sec. You're enjoying this. You<i>want</i>me to hurt you. Don't deny it, I can see it in your eyes." Allie was making it up, of course. But if she could plant the idea in mom's head, it would further humiliate the woman. "You fucking<i>slut</i>! My mother is a fucking pain slut, who'd've thought it. Well Mommy fuck slut, you are getting your wish."<br/><br/>One hand still clamped arpund Jean's throat, the other now gripped the woman's breast through her clothes, squeezed hard and twisted.