Good Night 2

James was wrapped around her, almost like they were cuddling. His legs were so tangled with hers that I was ninety per cent sure his cock was rubbing against her pussy. And his head was stuck between Mom’s sweaty tits like a sausage in a hot dog.

His hands were not idle either, one on her ass and one on her tits. I immediately got a hard-on. It was the fastest of my life. But what happened next dampened my enthusiasm.

James started to slap her partially naked tits with one hand. And it was not a light playful slap. A hard, full-**** slap – as if he was angry and those soft breasts were his punching bag.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Imagine the horror I began to feel, her nightgown now down to her waist and one hand constantly abusing her melons. The hand that used to punch me in the face or humiliate me in front of the whole school was now squeezing my mother’s breasts.

SMACK! SMACK!

The sound of each slap was like a knife in my heart, her sweaty soft flesh coming into contact with the hard skin of James’ hands, white skin turning red and the sound of whimpering echoing through the room.

Mom was trying her hardest, but failing, “uuuhhh, aahhhh, nohhh” I could hear her repeat the few incoherent words that she was able to spit out between the smacking.

SMACK! SMACK! was always followed by some weird kind of moaning “NUHHH-OOOOHHH,”

I wonder how my mom was able to hide her moans, oh, now I see, her hands were not above her head as I could see, they were covering her mouth, trying to control the cries she might have screamed otherwise. But…were they screams at all?