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Mother my slave

... I growled. “Lose them and I'll strip your hide off your ass!” As I released my grip on her right nipple. Mrs. Joan Peterson's stomach did flip-flops as her taste buds registered the acidic taste of her own urine and the earthy taste of her own excrement. She wanted to spit her soiled panties out of her mouth. But she feared her son's retaliation too much to do so. So Mrs. Joan Peterson continued to munch on her soiled panties as if they were a tasty bit of chocolate candy. I took a long delightful look at my mom's succulent body. She was five-feet six inches. With long carroty red hair that hung down to her mid-back. She had kept herself in suburb shape over the years. Though not as tight and firm as she was in her teen years her 36”-30”-34” figure was a delight to look at. A thick unrulely forest of pubic hair denoted that she was a natural redhead. Her legs were well tapered and seem to go on forever. They ended at the junction where the flesh pillowed up to form the delectable plump twin half moons of her derrière. Like most natural redheads mom's body was specked with freckles. Especially her face and upper chest areas. Even the tops of her 36” C-cup breasts. They drooped somewhat and had stretch marks (but hey what can you expect after having two k**s suckle on them) but they were still a fine looking set of jugs. They were caped with inch long nippers sitting atop pimply half dollar size areoles. Her tummy also showed the berthing of her c***dren. Despite her workouts ...

... at the gym she stilled showed stretch marks there. However since both births were of the vaginal type she had no surgery scars. Having not been out to the beach for several years or to a tanning salon mom's skin was lily-white in completion. Well normally it was that color. But now Mrs. Joan Peterson skin tone was a bright crimson color from head to toe with total humiliation from standing before her son necked as a J-bird. The only clothing she had was her housecoat and nightgown dangling from the crook of her right arm. With her son staring lustfully at her nudity Joan self-consciously pulled her housecoat in front of her nude form. SMACK! My mom's head snapped to the right and a bright handprint sparing up on her cheek where I had slapped her hard. “NO ONE SAID YOU COULD COVER YOURSELF BITCH !” SMACK! The housecoat that she had been trying to cover herself with fell to her side as her head was snapped in the other direction. “ BITCH ; TRY TO HIDE THAT BODY THAT BELONGS TO ME FROM ME AGAIN AND I'LL BUST EVERY FUCKING FINGER YOU HAVE!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!… Mom's head snapped back and forth as I slapped it hard a dozen or so times. “UNDERSTAND BITCH !” Trembling like a leaf mom nodded meekly. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!… “DID I SAY YOU COULD STOP CHEWING BITCH? ” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!… “I THINK NOT!” Mom shook her head in a negative response. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!… “CHEW BITCH AND KEEP CHEWING TILL I ...