I hate fuck my estranged mom (Part 4) The After Party

I woke up the day after the club and the world seemed peaceful. The birds sang, light broke through my window, and my bed felt softer than ever. I woke up with the biggest hard on and needed relief.

I walked out to the living room and there was my mom wearing her French maid outfit while sitting waiting on her ottoman. She looked at me and a tear rolled down her cheek. I walked up to her and combed her hair back and placing my dick in her mouth. My energy was calm and so I didn’t feel the need to rape her throat. I just needed release. I had her head by both sides and pushed and pulled my dick into her mouth. I did so as I stared into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. I was finally able to cum and I pushed my dick as far down her throat as possible.

She knew I was done and she licked my dick clean with wet small licks. Omg, life was good. I pulled away and she asked are you hungry? I am I answered. I made you an egg and avocado omelet and I started to brew you som coffee the moment I heard you stir.

Good, I said. Thank you. Now tirn around and let me look at you pussy and asshole. She turned around and pulled down her ruffles underwear. I looked closely and saw light bleeding nothing out of the ordinary. I told her to follow me and I lathered her pussy and asshole with KD ointment. We better stay away from those holes for a few days.

We walked back to the kitchen, I washed my hands and sat down to eat my omelet. Did you already eat? I asked my mom. Yes she said and went to get my coffee. Do you take it black? No I want a once of hazelnut creamer and a tea spoon of Splenda. She came back and I told her to drop my pants and suck on my balls while I ate. She did. I liked how she wasn’t questioning anything anymore- just a few days and I had broke her spirit.

How did you like all those guys fucking you? I asked her. She pulled away from my balls and said, at first I didn’t, but then I realized I could go no where or do anything to stop it, so my body gave in. One of the guys had a big mushroom head, he felt good. Kind of like you but with a shorter staff. But there was a guy who had a big long shaft and I felt like he was trying to make it come out my mouth. He felt like a horse dick, not that I’ve ever, but it’s what I imagine a horse dick to feel like. After I knocked out they undid me and lairs me down on a bench still restrained. You were too busy to see me but I watched you. I watched everyone. You looked like such a good lay son. You looked gentle and compassionate. I wish you would be like that to me.

I’m glad you liked the session I said. And, stop calling me son. From now on it master or sir. Yes sir she said. You did good today. I enjoyed the breakfast and the coffee was great. “Thank you for tending to my pussy and ass, sir. “

I led her to my bedroom draped her over my bed, ass up, arms out stretched above her head and knees on the floor with her feet stretched out on the floor. I went to my closet and brought out a bamboo stick. It was about a with of an inch long, long and flexible. I keep this for special occasions I told her.

Whack the first smack was on the back of her thighs. Oh, sssssso, master! Why, she cried out. I ignored her and whacked her again. I whacked her about five times and then moved on to her feet. Whap! Whap! WHAP! WHAP! I noticed her toes curl and I stopped. You stupid bitch, I said. I slept in my junky car. I ate from trash cans, I stole food food and went to jail for theft. Why? Because you tried to break me. You didn’t defend me and worst of all, you stayed with him! WHACK, WHACK WHACK. Three to her ass. Oh sir, she cried. I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! I said, I look at you and I see trash. I see a. East that needs to be tamed. I see a selfish, stupid, self centered asshole!

Oh my god I’m sorry! she cried out. Did you feel sorry for what you did at the time that he died? How about during all the time that you stayed with my sister and watched as her husband beat her?

Did you feel sorry at every Xmas, Thanksgiving, or July 4th? Because, feeling sorry now that everyone has abandoned you weighs just about as much as a feather on a scale. Whack. Whack. Whack. Three to her thighs. I said, you say that you are sorry but you say it because of convenience. It’s not heartfelt.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. You are a bad mommy! And you deserve every mark that I’m gonna leave on you today. She was crying and it was like gasoline on a fire. I shook her head and whipped her ass. I have a toy that I know you would love and I can’t wait to stuff it into you but not today. Today you feel pain to day you feel the shit your feeble mind couldn’t feel for me. Today - WHACK- today you feel. I brought out a duster and lightly feathered her back and ass. Whack.

I tickled her shoulders and neck and Whack! I tickled her toes and… WHACK. I tickled her ass again and paused. I saw juices running down her legs. Whack. Bitch, I said, you are liking this! Whack. I smacked her ass a few more times, I smacked her thighs a few more times, and then her feet a few more times. I told her thank you for not trying to move away because it would have been so much worse - I would have brought out the leather.

I sat her up and pinched her dark brown nipples. She flinched and looked up at me with tears in her eyes. Open your mouth, I said, and stick out your tongue. She did and I licked her tongue softly. I lightly bit her cheek and then slapped the other cheek.

I’ve gotta do some work I said and left her on the bed. She fell over squirming to rub her back on my sheets. I placed the rod back in my closet and said Bye mom. By master she replied.