Mothers Rule the Roost

"It's-"

"It's-"

"It's-"

Luke's mind went blank stumbling for words.

"Uggggghhhhhh!!!!"

"Owwww! Mom please!"

Half hunched over, Luke whimpered in pain as his mother drag him by the ear into the living room proper.

"Enough with your waffling! I know what it is!"

A ball of furry Mrs. Caller hald her son onto the couch, and slammed his face down into its backrest. Well trained Luke's ingrained discipline habits took over, hands joining either side of his head and knees spreading on the cushions.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Ahhhhh!"

"I told you to be quiet!"

Hand raining down on her son's presented bottom, Mrs. Caller growled through clenched teeth.

Trembling, Luke bit his tongue as he felt one of his mother's boney fingers slip under the waist bands of his soccer shorts and boxers, dragging them down for her piercing judgemental blue eyes to see.

Silence defining Luke's hips wiggled desperately back and forth as he felt the aura of his mother's burning anger turn stone cold. Icy cool it chilled his **** flesh and shrivelled his poor caged cock as it dangled helpless between his legs.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"How dare you!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"You worthless! Indolent! Little!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Mrs. Caller's words were curt, controlled and even more viscous then her spit fire hand. Spanks fired off at a machine gun pace, her hand a blur as she reddened her son's dancing back side.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Hold still you ungrateful boy!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"How dare you go behind my back like this!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Don't I provide for you?"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"**** away! Day in, and day out! So you can have a good life!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"I'm sorry mom!!!"

"Shut up!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Your father would be so ashamed of you! So we'll behaved and proper! He would never do something like this!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"We had a agreement!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"How dare you shame his memory!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"What else have you need hiding from me? Eh?"

Luke let out a small sigh of relief, tears welling in his eyes, as his mother gave his stinging backside a small reprieve.

Rusling behind him she'd stepped away, a loud racket of objects flying and crashing to the floor. Luke didn't care, any break was a good break as far as he was concerned when it came to getting his ass beat!

That was until...

"What is this?!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"WHAT IS THIS?!"

Luke winched as he felt his hair yanked back, is mother in a deep rage dangling Ms. Peach's white throng infront of his face.

"YOU TRADED YOUR FUTURE AWAY FOR SOME LITTLE WHORES PANTIES?!"

"No, mom I-"

Voice cutting in a horse gag as more tears welled in his eyes Luke wasn't even given a chance to respond, her fingers down his throat cramming in Ms. Peach's thong.

"Shut Up! Your such a disappointment! You can't even men up when your being punished! Typical Man!"

Jaw cramping, the taste of Ms. Peach's sweat juices, and other flavours were bitter on Luke's tongue, making the obstructing gag all the more dreadful as his mother stormed off screaming.

"Don't you dare move!"

Shivering and tearful Luke know what was coming next, bare ass pushed out, caged cock hanging scared between his legs.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Oh No!

It was a sound Luke was all to familiar with, testing her well worn white ivory hair brush against her palm.

"You think your future is just some thing you can throw away willy nilly!"

Thud!

It was tight and blunt. Mrs. Caller didn't beat around the bush when it came to using her ultimate weapon. Hand firmly on the squire of her son's back forcing his ass out more. Twisting her weapons curvy just at the last moment to get that heard sound of full impact.

Thud!

"Putting out to the first little whore who makes your little cock tingle!"

Thud!

"Typical Man!"

Thud!

"Ty-"

Thud!

"-pic-"

Thud!

"al"

Thud!

"MAN!"

Thud!