Someone stayed the night.

The chirp of your alarm awakens you promptly at 6AM. You're tired and stressed, you didn't get hardly any sleep last night knowing Chris was fucking your mother less than thirty feet away. You scramble out of bed and find some clothes to put on, you don't want to anger your mother. You shamble down the stairs and head for the kitchen. You look in the fridge and decide to make some cheese omlettes for you and your mother. You're almost done with the second one when you hear her voice from the entryway.

"Oh sweetie, that smells wonderful." You turn and see her stretching in the doorway. She's wearing a short red robe and you catch just a glimpse of the matching red lace of her panties before she lowers her arms and the robe falls to cover her again. Before you can register this arousing sight, the moment is ruined when you see Chris come around the corner behind her. He must've stayed the night.

"Mmm what's for breakfast?" He says, wrapping his muscle bound arms around your mother. He kisses her on the cheek and she giggles appreciatively. You just stare with loathing in your eyes. Your mother looks at you and gives her usual raised brow when she thinks you're not showing proper respect.

"Honey, Chris asked what's for breakfast?" She turns to give him a kiss on the cheek as he stands leering at you over her shoulder. The sight fills you with rage. You want to scream at him to get out, to leave you alone but your courage fails you and you just continue to glare as you answer.

"Omelettes." You say flatly.

"Love a good omelette." He says releasing your mother and moving to sit at the table. You realize there's not enough eggs for another one.

"But I only made two, we don't have anymore eggs." You say.

"Well that's alright honey." Your mother pipes up as she joins Chris at the table. "Chris needs the protein more than you clearly, I'm sure we have some cereal." You balk a little at that. She can't seriously expect you to just give up your breakfast to him.

"But I wanted an omelette." You say, trying not to sound childish. Your mother's face turns serious.

"Are you talking back to me?" She says in a condescending tone. "Think you deserve a hot breakfast more than my hunky boyfriend here?" She turns to him and smiles, running a hand along his bulging bicep. Chris just smirks and seems content to let the scene play out.

"No mommy, I'm sorry. I just-" She cuts you off.

"You just what? Embarrassed me in front of company with your disrespectful behavior?" You look down, the familiar feelings of anxiety arise within you as her displeasure grows. She stands up, knocking her chair back which squeaks across the tile. "Come here!" She points to the floor at the head of the table. Chris just smiles as he watches you slowly walk over, head down. Between Morgan's meddling in your mind and your genuine desire to please her, you can't resist even though your mind is screaming at you to run from the room. Your mother grabs your wrist roughly when you get to the table. "Bend over." She says, daring you to defy her.

"What?! Mommy no! I'm sorr-" A swift slap to the face cuts you off and you start to tear up as your mother screams at you.

"Too late for sorries you little sissy! Now bend over this table!" You look at Chris who just chuckles a little through the shit eating grin on his face. Your cheeks burn with the humiliation as you slowly bend over the table. Your mother goes to the drawer and retrieves a wooden spoon. She taps it in her hand as she circles around you again with a predatory look. "Pull down those pants." She instructs. You look up at her aghast but the look on her face makes it clear she'll broke no arguments. You push your pants down to your knees, leaning over the kitchen table with only your tight briefs covering your ass. Your mother grabs the waistband and yanks them down as well. "These too. I'm going to tan your hide. I think you've earned ten swats, what do you think babe?" She looks at Chris who chuckles once more.

"I think ten should do fine." He says, still looking at you with his familiar sadistic malice. Your mother nods and you feel the spoon touch your ass which sends a shiver through you as you prepare for what comes next.

"Count each stroke." Your mother says harshly. "And I better hear some appreciation for the discipline I'm giving you." She raises her hand and lets fly with the first stroke. You feel a white hot pain and give an undignified shout as the spoon lands, leaving a red mark on your pale ass.

"One! Ow-ow, thank you mommy." You say. She raises her hand once more and delivers another swipe to your toosh. You grunt and groan. "Two! Thank you mommy." Your mother delivers two more in quick succession, making your knees bend. "Three! Four! Thank you mommy!" You're shouting now as tears begin to flow freely down your cheeks. Chris is gripping his sides and roaring with laughter at your predicament. You hear your mother's voice.

"Thank you for what?" She says as she delivers another burning stroke.

"Ah! Five! Thank you for punishing me mommy." You sob and groan, the stinging in your ass feels like fire searing your flesh.

"And why do you need to be punished?" She emphasizes the last word with another painful whack.

"Six! AH-a-a! Because I embarrassed you!" Another two quick swats cause you to scream and groan even louder. "Seven, eight! Thank you mommy!" You look at Chris who is still dying laughing as your mother continues to **** your ass.

"What else?" She delivers the penultimate strike. The spoon whistles through the air before it makes contact. Your knees buckle and you scream in agony. "Count! Or we'll start all over!" Your mother's threats quickly bring you back to counting.

"N-i-ine! Not giving up my omelette to Chris! Thank you mommy! Please no more!" Your mother raises her hand high, wanting the last stroke to really smart. She brings it down with twice the **** as any of the previous. Your mind goes blank as a jolt of white hot pain and humiliation shoots through you. When the feeling registers you scream again, your face now drenched in tears. "Ten. Thank you. Mommy." You manage to grunt out the final count through your suffering. Your mother stands over you arms crossed with a pleased look on her face as Chris's uproarious laughter continuous to echo in your ears.

"Dr. Knight said you need more discipline and I'm beginning to clearly see why. Now get up and set this table so me and my boyfriend can finally enjoy some breakfast." You sob and wince as you pull your pants back up. Your ass sends a fresh burst of pain to your brain with every movement you make. Your mother puts the spoon away and sits down next to Chris again, she takes his hand in hers and smiles. "Sorry about that. I don't know what got into him."

"It's quite alright, young boys need a strong hand." He says, smirking at you as you put the food on the table. Your mother and Chris begin to eagerly enjoy the eggs you prepared while you slink over to the cupboard to find some cereal. You make yourself a bowl and sit down but give a little girly moan as you do. Chris laughs and your mother chuckles.

"Think twice before talking back to your momma again, won't you?" He says condescendingly. You blush and look down at your cold cereal, not wanting to engage. Thankfully, your mother seems content to let you pout while she enjoys breakfast with the man who once hung you by your briefs from a flagpole. The groundskeeper had to cut you down while the whole school watched you struggle and cry like a baby. They chat happily away, taking no further notice of you.

"Still on for the gym after I get off work?" She says.

"Yeah babe, just swing by. Got a few classes today but should be free after." He smiles and continues eating. He gives a satisfactory grunt. "Mmm. These are great Quinn." You look up and see Chris smiling at you. You look at your mother who gives you another expectant look.

"Thank you." You say looking back down at the bowl. Your shame and humiliation somehow increasing after all this.

"See now is it so hard to be a good, polite little boy?" Your mother says condescendingly.

"No mommy. I'm sorry." You go even redder than your ass is right now as you try once again to disappear into your cereal. Chris finishes his omelette and stands, stretching. His massive arms flex above his head. He bends down and cups your mother's face in his hands as he gives her a goodbye peck.

"See you later babe. Gotta get home and get showered up for work."

"You don't have to go home for that!" You feel another pang of rage and jealousy as your mother casually flirts with him.

"Didn't bring any clothes babe." He says, giving her another peck. "Didn't think you'd wear me out like you did last night." He looks at you with another smirk as your mother's eyes clothes and a low moan escapes her lips. She clicks her tongue.

"That's what you get for doubting me I suppose." He chuckles.

"I guess so." He straightens and looks at you. "Bye bye Quinn. Have fun at your session with Dr. Knight." You dare not remain silent after the thrashing you just received for disrespect.

"Bye Chris, thanks." You mumble out. He chuckles once again and gives your mother a final peck on the cheek before heading for the door. You hear it open and shut and let out a breath. Relieved he's finally gone for the moment. Your mother turns to you.

"I don't ever want to see you disrespect my boyfriend like that again, do you understand me?" She says sternly.

"Yes mommy." You reply pathetically.

"Good, now get to work. This house really needs to be cleaned after your little vacation."

"Yes mommy." Your mother finishes her plate and gets up to go get ready for work, leaving you alone to clean the kitchen. You wash the dishes and start on your tasks. The house actually isn't that dirty but you grab the furniture polish and some upholstery cleaner and start working on the couch in the living room. You're just about ready to move on to the shelves when your mother appears, dressed for work in a bright red suit with dark stockings and glossy red heels. She's carrying a new gym bag along with her briefcase.

"When you're finished in her, make sure you get my bathroom. I better not see you digging through my panties." She sternly reminds you that there are still cameras set up in her room. You wonder briefly if she turns them off when she fucks Chris before responding.

"Ok mommy, have a good day."

"Thanks sweetie." She smiles at you as she turns to leave and you feel that same warm feeling again. Her approval is slowly becoming rather addicting. You finish polishing the furniture in the living room and make yourself some lunch, electing to eat standing up at the counter to spare your sore bottom, before heading into your mother's room. Walking into your bathroom you look down to once again find a pair of your mother's panties left discarded on the floor. You wonder if she is leaving them here on purpose. They are the same red lace panties you caught a brief glimpse of this morning. Perverted thoughts run through your mind as you bend down and take the panties in your hands. You run your fingers along the smooth yet uneven texture of the lace. When your eyes see the gusset you notice something. It's still a little wet. You immediately bring the garment to your nose and inhale deeply. The scent of your mother is strong, fresh. They must've been soaking when she left them here a few hours ago.

Your mind conjures up a thousand lewd images of your mother lying naked before you, begging for your cock the way she begged for Chris. You feel yourself become painfully erect at the thought of your mother on her knees sucking on your shaft and balls, demanding to taste her young son's cum. You don't care if your mother has cameras in her bathroom, you need to jack off. You continue to huff the erotic scent as you fish your cock out and begin stroking it wildly. Guilt and shame mingle with your arousal in a cocktail of heightened emotions you've become so familiar with. You quickly approach climax, but the thought that sends you over the edge is that your mother must've become so wet from thrashing your ass in front of Chris. You groan and fall to your knees on the tile floor as your cum spurts into your waiting hand. Basking in the afterglow, you finally take your mother's panties away from your face and look at your cum drenched hand.

This new curiosity fills you once again. You want, no need, to clean up your mess. Your freshly fucked hand moves slowly to your face. The smell is off putting but something about it seems to entice you onward. Good boys clean up their messes. The thought forms automatically in your mind. Over and over it passes through your synapses until it pushes away all thoughts of decency or pride. You extend your tongue slowly. You perceive a bitter taste as it makes contact with the milky goo. You don't like it per se, but you find you crave more and draw your tongue along the length of your hand, scooping up a large glob of the stick substance. You hold the dollop of freshly spilt seed in your mouth, the flavor makes you grimace but entices you at the same time. You swallow and as the cum flows down your throat you begin to lick your hand clean with a ravenous hunger, savering each conflicting drop. When you're finished, you sit on the tile floor for a while, surprised at yourself. You didn't think you were into this sort of thing, though you suppose you can't know if the cravings you're feeling are genuine or part of Chris's sick game. You stew in your confused, lust filled thoughts for a few minutes but eventually, mindful of the time before your appointment with Morgan, you pull your pants back up and stuff the panties in your pocket to add to your illicit collection before grabbing some cleaning supplies and getting to work on the bathroom. You finish with just enough time to shower and get ready before you need to call a ryde to Morgan's office, hiding the panties with the other you've already stolen.