C Ralston: Donny_s hot mother

The slap was short, powerful, unexpected, and devastating. It came from Laurel's right hand and carried all of her long, lean power behind it. She had never struck Donny in the face before, so he wasn't expecting it, and the force of the blow lifted the surprised teen right off his feet and rolled him in the grass.

"Get up, you little bastard, and get in that car!" the irate blonde screamed.

Terrified by a side of his mother neither of them had known existed before, Donny scrambled onto his feet and bolted for the wagon. Tears were streaming down his stunned face as Laurel slid behind the wheel beside him and threw the lever into drive.

"You don't talk to your mother that way, young man," Laurel hissed as she whipped around a corner and floored the car toward their street.

"Like… like… what?" Donny sniffed under his breath. "Like you're a whore, which you are!"

Laurel screeched like a wounded cat and smacked Donny solidly across the mouth with the back of her hand.

"Shut up! Shut up!" the frenzied woman screamed, hitting her son two more glancing blows as he ducked, frightened, away. "I'll show you what happens when you talk to me that way, you self-righteous brat!"

The car was in the driveway. Laurel turned off the ignition and hurried around to Donny's side. She tore the door open and reached inside, her long fingernail biting into the squirming, protesting boy's ear as she grabbed him and hauled him toward the house.

Donny was sniffling angrily and holding his puffy ear. He was in a state of semi-shock and made no move to resist when his mother grabbed him by the belt and towed him down the hall to her bedroom.

"Now we'll see who's a whore, mister!" Laurel panted, her anger raging out of control as she tore the belt from the boy's pants and ripped at the snap and zipper.

Jeans stripped down around his tennis shoes, Donny seemed to realize all at once what his mother was up to. The teen tried to run, tripped, and fell to the soft carpet face down.

Laurel was on him in a minute, stripping the boy's shorts down around his ankles. She raised the belt over the teenager's bare ass and let it rip downward.

"Agghhhhh!" Donny screamed as the tough leather snapped onto his exposed flesh. "No you don't, you dirty bitch. I'm too old for whipping!"

Donny struggled up onto his arms in a push up position and tried to turn onto his butt. Maddened even more by the boy's insult and resistance, Laurel cast around for something to restrain him with. She saw one of her housecoats lying on the nearby bed and drug it over, stripping the soft cotton tie-string from around the waist.

Donny screamed bloody murder and kicked wildly as his mother threw her full weight onto him and pinned him to the carpet on his belly. Laurel tied one hand securely in the drawstring, then laced the other to it and cinched the two fists securely together.

"That ought to hold you!" the panting blonde snapped as her son flopped around like a beached fish at her feet.

Laurel stood up and went to Donny's room. She found his bathrobe hanging in his closet and took the tie from the waist. She returned to the bedroom and tied the boy's feet as carefully as she had his hands, leaving him totally helpless and thrashing on the carpet.

"Now we'll see who's too old to whip," Laurel said quietly, a strange, powerful warmth flowing over her as she caressed the belt leather with her hand and watched the terror reflecting out of Donny's trapped eyes.

"Mama, no," the teen pleaded in a little-boy voice. "No, please, don't beat me. You've never beat me before!"

Laurel smiled a cruel, calculating smile that made the boy cringe. A surge of complete domination coursed through the tall blonde.

"Maybe that's why you're behaving like such a bad boy," Laurel admonished her son in a soft, dream-like voice. "Maybe that's why you're treating me so badly. Maybe I should have whipped you like this long ago."

The golden-hair beauty sunk to her knees back of her son, an almost trance-like expression on her lovely features. She caressed Donny's naked, trembling flesh briefly with one hand, still toying with the hard leather surface of the belt with the other.

"So mommy's a whore?" Laurel hissed, barely audible, leaning forward. "Well how's this for being strict?"

The belt flew up and came down hard across the boy's bare rump. The loud smack and Donny's thin wail of discomfort filled the room.

"You liked it when mommy sucked your hard little cock, didn't you, baby," Laurel teased, the belt coming up again. "But when she does it for someone else, she's a whore. Well, maybe this will teach you not to be so greedy. And this and this, and this!"

The belt popped across the youth's tender cheeks again and again, Donny shrieking, as much with the humiliation of it as the pain, his body jerking and writhing beneath the loud snap of the leather. Laurel's eyes were bright with excitement at the boy's yelping and wriggling. Her cunt felt suddenly wet and hot, and the sweater she had on over her blouse was now bulky and much too warm.

Stopping for a moment, the succulent blonde peeled off the sweater and, almost before thinking about it, the blouse, as well. Now Laurel was dressed in only her slacks and a skimpy bra that barely held her sumptuous tits in check as she raised her arm once more and brought the belt down on her son's reddened ass.

"Ohhhhhhh! Mama, no!" Donny squealed in agony. "Stop hitting me, Mama, pleeease!"

Laurel whacked the clamoring teen on the ass several more times, her clit throbbing and her nipples glowing with increased excitement every time she brought the leather down. The huge tits swung heavy and ripe in their flimsy restraint, aching to roll free. Laurel's cunt was so wet she feared the pussy juice would leak through her panties and ruin her slacks.

"Ahhhhh, so now it's 'please' and 'Mama' again, not 'bitch' and 'whore'," Laurel purred happily, bringing the strap down as hard as she dared.

"Eeebeeeeegh!" Donny whined, madly seeking to twist and worm his body away from the torture.

White-hot with a kinky passion she had never known existed in her before, Laurel whipped off her bra and undid her slacks. The sex-crazed blonde yanked herself free of all her clothes and knelt naked and trembling next to her half-stripped son.

"Does my body look like a whore's, Donny?" Laurel asked in a low, husky whisper. "Does it? Answer me, you little fucker!"

The belt snapped harmlessly on the rug next to the entrapped youth this time, but Donny whimpered and jumped as if it had lashed his flesh. He shook his head frantically.

"No, Mother, no! I swear to God you don't!" the terrified boy protested, still trying desperately to wriggle away.

Laurel smiled. She reached down and rolled Donny to one side so that she could reach his cock. A startled, delighted gasp escaped her mouth as she rolled her son into the new position.

"Well! So you like this, eh?" the lovely blonde asked as she eyed the boy's stiff prick. "It turns you on, being hit by Mama and watching her big tits flop around. You like what the whore does to you?"

Laurel's hand found Donny's rock-hard prick as she spoke. The boy whimpered with fear and the incredible contrast between the bite of the strap on his tortured flesh and the gentle caress of his firm cock.

"I asked you a question," Laurel hissed quietly, her fingernails biting just lightly into the head of the boy's prick.

"Y-Yes! Yes, Mama, I like it," Donny blurted obediently, leery of the sharp nails and the hovering strap.

Giving him a smile of approval, Laurel brought her fingers into a fist around Donny's pumping cock and began softly stroking it. The boy mewled with pleasure and began to relax.

Laurel brought the belt down sharply across the lad's relaxed ass while she continued pulling at his cock. Donny screamed, but his prick jumped like mad in Laurel's fist and she could see his balls tighten with an involuntary jerk.