Consoled by Consuela

"What's wrong, baby?" Consuela said, as Douglas entered her small home, eyes brimming with tears.

"I just ... just had it out with my dad," Douglas said, sniffling.

"Are you okay?" Consuela asked.

"I ... I don't know. He beat me," Douglas said. Consuela didn't see any bruises that were visible.

"Where, baby?" Douglas side, dropping his slacks, exposing a red ass, welts forming. As she inspected him, rubbing some lotion onto his sore ass, she noticed his cock start to grow. She reached down, gripping it with her free hand.

"Ohhhhh," Douglas mewled.

For whatever reason, Consuela felt maternal in that moment. She led Douglas to the couch, and he perched on his knees beside her. She exposed her bosom, and he greedily latched onto a nipple, nursing on it. She gently stroked him to a muted orgasm, and he fell asleep against her, his face still buried in her breasts. Perhaps he had more of a submissive side to him than she originally anticipated, she thought.