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    Punishing Sonny! (Une Merveilleuse maman qui sait comment s'occuper de son fils :) )

    Punishing Sonny!

    bynarendn©

    My Sweet Sonny is about to come back from college. As always he will find his mother ready for him with food and daily instructions. Mommies have to give daily instructions to their children you see. Considering the children around, completely spoilt brats, my sonny is such an obedient child. I don’t even remember when was the last time he uttered no to his mother. I guess last time he said no to me when I wanted to him to pee before going to bed and he said no, because he didn’t wanted to. That was long long back. That day my sonny had to stand in front of pot, with his knickers down, in front of my instructional eyes, for around an hour or so till he was finally able to emit a drop of two or pee. Since them I have taught my sonny how to behave properly with momma. Such minor incidents do occur in life of a sweet sonny and his loving mother, but except that our relation has been that of an obedient child and a careful mother.

    My Sonny and I have a set daily routine. We get up early in the morning, as we have some rituals to do before he leaves for his college. I have instructed him not to wear anything after he gets up in the morning. I guess I will have to confess to you readers that I love watching his small dick dangling in between his tight masculine thighs first thing in the morning. 

    It is such a sweet sight, our first ritual for the day. These days we have our morning pee together. I simple love the feeling when my hot motherly water falls on my sonny’s mouth and he can wash his face without even opening the water tap. At first he questioned our practice. He even used to complain that my first pee in the morning is such a smelly liquid and washing his face with that leaves him with that strange smell throughout the day. But of course, mothers do not have to listen to every silly excuse their son’s come up with, isn’t it. I made him practice the wash every day till he eventually used to like it and asked for it. So he eagerly lies down on cold bathroom floor and I stand over his face and raise my night-gown under which I don’t have any panty on and I relieve myself on sonny’s face. He has been told to squeal in joy and eagerly make the most of the hot water that I can oblige because he may not get more water to open his sleep-ridden eyes.

    Of course he hasn’t relieved himself as yet. I stare at his small childish pee-hose as it looks eager to relive itself of the truck load of water it has collected in night. I gently caress my son’s dick. Oh no, don’t get it wrong, it isn’t incest, my dear reader. I am just verifying that my son’s instrument is in perfect working order and it can raise itself on soft caresses of any lady. I use my soft fleshy palm to get the sonny’s dick out of its slumber. As it begins to rise under my instructions, I use my finger nails to scratch it so as to further stimulate it. Soon it reaches to its full glory, which isn’t much. Unfortunately my son isn’t a well endowed male. And I have made it a careful point for him to realize that those curvy, sexy females founds in streets outside are going to make fun of him and crack jokes on his small stupid dick if they get to see it. My son sticks to his mommy and seeks no other female to relive himself for any such occasional male urges. And of course I happily oblige. It’s my duty as a mom I feel.

    But I am not a dick hungry old lady if you think so. Raising my son’s little dick hard doesn’t mean I will give him an easy entry to my now wet cunt. I have already thought of an innovative method to bring his erect penis back to normal. I ask my sonny to bend, hold the wash-basin with his hands and bend as much as possible. I caress his nice manly posterior and can’t resist smacking it once or twice, but as usual it makes him even harder. Then I bring out my large vibrator. I order my obedient son to hold the wash-basin tight as I start pushing the machine to his arse-hole. He can’t take it easily of course. He writhes with pain and humiliation as he is aware of his erect manhood and tearing apart ass. The sweet lovely ass which is meant to be caressed by soft lady hands is now being torn apart by the ruthless battery operated machine. I keep on smacking hard in turns on his either ass-cheeks. He moans in pain, struggles to keep tears and cries in control and in the end, burst out loud and as instructed, asks for forgiveness. His dick is obviously now back in normal position. He thanks me for his daily dick inspection. His face is well washed by my pee and by this time I ask him if he wants more warm water to brush his teeth. He of course says yes and I try hard to pee in a mug to get some cum mixed urine for my son to get his daily tooth brushing. 

    So that’s a good healthy start of a day, readers will agree. Now of course we have to take a bath before I make some food for my sonny. I don’t believe in wasting large amount of water to wash myself. And readers will agree that any bath taken with the help of sweet innocent son is bound to make both mother and son happy. So the usual process is utterly simple. I ask my son to lick clean of his mother’s body since I learnt in some ancient texts that son’s saliva on his mother’s intimate body parts is going to keep a mother young and healthy and always ready for his lusting son. But I have to be careful of these male urges. I don’t know when he might get excited by licking my body and starts attacking my wet motherly cunt with his small dick. So the safe way out is tying him down to a chair kept in out bathroom and then I stand naked in front of him so that he can lick me all over. Well to avoid my consciousness, we both are naked at this point so that I feel homely in being stark naked in front of my innocent son. He usually starts from my armpits. That’s the area needing most cleaning as most female readers will agree that a day’s hard work in and around house, makes my hairy armpits dust and sweat laden. 

    So sonny opens his mouth and I help him bury his mouth in my left arm pit. He can barely move himself as he licks my body. He often complains that my armpit which is so hairy, doesn’t allows him to clean it well, but of course I urge him to try and try harder. He takes out his tongue and licks his mother’s dirtiest zone. Inspite of sweat, bacteria and stuff, my obedient son licks and cleans both of my armpits. By this time his dick is again up. Oh boy, half of my time goes in taking care of son’s useless erections. So I get frustrated and slap my son hard, two or three times on face for having such an incestuous dick. He pleads and asks for forgiveness and yes, I being such a kind lady, forgive him. Then I take out one more tool to take care of these minor erections. This one is a ring, which fits tightly across his dick and it takes two or three minutes of vigorous painful rubbing across his hard pee-pipe to make him come. The actual usage of ring is with lot of lubrication, but I want son to be manly and hence rub his dick hard with the ring without any lubricants. Sometimes he shouts and screams in pain and tears start flowing from corner of his eyes. Just to soothe him, I kiss and lick his bruised organ and he thanks me for it. Indeed I have got such an innocent and nice kid. 

    Our bath is far from over. My wet pussy needs some cleaning and my son absolutely loves this part of our daily routine. I stand in front of his face and thrust my honey-spot in front of sonny’s lips and he eagerly thrusts his tongue to lick it clean. I purposely keep an inch’s distance between his eager face and my hot dripping pussy and love to see my tied down son pushing himself forward to reach to his mother’s dripping peehole. He is enthusiastic and happy when he finally gets to touch my hot clean-shaven love hole and starts kissing and licking it. By this time I start moaning a bit and caress his hair. I spread my legs and bring them a bit closer to his childish face so that he can clean me thoroughly. He cleans his mother well by using his lips and tongue all around and in my cunt and by the time this ritual ends I am happy and energetic for the day. 

    Sometime he again gets a sinful erection by this time. Now that’s not understandable. How can a sweet obedient son have an erection by cleaning his mother’s body parts? I get angry at this time and push him to bathroom floor. He is still tied to the chair so he can’t balance himself and falls with a loud thump. I have to take care of his erection otherwise he might just go out in street and rape the first women he sees. Such a kind and thoughtful mom I am. I tell him to thank god for having me as his mommy as I rub his dick and balls. I use my soft fleshy palm to rub his dick and massage his balls. He likes it apparently as he seems to close his eyes and moan softly. Playfully I take his ball in my mouth and bit him hard and how I like the sudden shriek that he gives out. He writhes with pain if I bite his balls hard. But I keep the pain to a bearable extent. I don’t want my sonny to pass out you see. He still has to go to college today. I use my fingernails to caress his hard masculine thighs and leave some nail marks on them. I oblige him by bending and rubbing my large 38D boobs with his dick and he just lies there with his closed eyes, not knowing what his mother is upto. I keep on rubbing his dick all this time till he comes on my face and boobies and I playfully clean his cum using my fingers and lick most of it. 

    I release him afterwards as he is quite relived by now and will not get excited by seeing boobs, ass or pussy of his naked mother. He thanks me for this daily ritual and I thank him too. Then we have breakfast together and he leaves for college and promises to be back on time in evening for another set of rituals. 

    The spring is beautiful outside as I watch my sonny leave straight for college and not even looking at those whores outside. Why should he, when he has got a loving caring mom at home.

     
      Posted on : Sep 3, 2013 | Comments (0)
     
    Mother punish her little boy

    Almost Grown

    by piltdownman©

    William wasn't sure how he felt as he slowly climbed the stairs. He wished his mother wouldn't call him Billy, he knew that much. And he wished he'd tried harder and studied longer and brought home a more encouraging report card. He'd smiled nervously as he'd presented it to her but he'd known all along what her reaction would be.

    The stairs turned near the top and afforded him the opportunity to glance behind and see her starting up in his wake. He was almost sure she loved him, it was just that she had a strange way of showing it. There were guidance counsellors at school, students were actively encouraged to go to them with any problems they might have at home. In William's case it wasn't an option.

    His mother's expression was hard to describe as she followed him upstairs. She didn't look angry, she hardly ever looked really angry, and she rarely raised her voice. She simply looked like a woman who had a job to do. She might have been going upstairs to make the beds for all her face revealed of her true purpose.

    As he opened his bedroom door he thought about another aspect of his feelings. They were more complicated than the vague wish that he'd tried harder in school. If he'd worked harder his mother wouldn't be taking him upstairs, and although he was reluctant to admit it, there was a part of him looked forward to the things that happened when she followed him into his bedroom and slowly closed the door.

    Williams mother was a traffic warden. All day long, five days a week she wrote parking tickets and pulled off the sticky backing paper and slapped the ticket onto the windscreens of illegally parked cars. Now she closed his door shutting the two of them into his small, untidy bedroom and folded her arms. She still wore her black uniform skirt, plain white blouse, and flat, sensible shoes. She was big but not fat, shapely in an old fashioned way. William was sometimes tempted to tell her that she looked a little bit like a prison warden, especially the way she stood with her solid, shapely legs a little apart and her arms folded under her large breasts as she looked at him. He'd never told her because he didn't want to hurt her feeling but also because he was a little worried that she might stop wearing her uniform when she took him upstairs. Even though he knew it was only a traffic warden's uniform it gave her an air of authority.

    "I'm very disappointed in you Billy," she told him now. "You said you'd try harder and now I have to bring you up here again because you didn't keep your promise."

    As usual she didn't raise her voice or sound particularly angry but she did look quietly exasperated with him. He knew when she was exasperated because a certain look came into her eyes. To William it seemed a combination of love and regret, a mixture of the two.

    He nodded slowly to show he understood but at the same time his heart began to beat a little faster and he felt butterflies in his stomach. Both were manifestations of the complicated feelings he always felt at this time.

    "You're nineteen now, almost grown," she told him next, "but I'm not going to waste time talking about it again. You know why we're here and what we have to do."

    William took off his striped school tie and rolled it and placed it neatly on the bedside table. He didn't look at his mother as he unbuttoned his shirt but he knew that she was watching him all the time.

    A strange dark excitement came over him whenever he took off his clothes in front of her. In some ways he resented that she made him do it, in some ways it seemed forbidden and wrong, but in another way it gave him pleasure. Sometimes his fingers shook as he unfastened his belt and took down his dark, school trousers. Sometimes he could hear his mother breathing as he turned away to put them carefully on a coat hanger and hang them in his wardrobe.

    Now he turned to face her and pushed down his underpants and as usual his cock was beginning to get hard. He blushed as he dropped his underpants beside his bed. Sometimes his cock became completely hard and stood out in front of him as he waited naked in front of his mother. The strange thing was that she never seemed to take any notice no matter how hard it became or how much it stuck in the air or swayed when he moved. It was almost as if she didn't see it or pretended it wasn't there. To William it was embarassing and exciting in equal proportions.

    His cock stiffened a little more then as he looked at her in her black and white traffic warden's uniform. The look of exasperation in her eyes had been replaced by something much harder to define. In some respects she looked the same as always, a practical woman with a job to do and nothing more. A mother who took her responsibilities seriously. But in another way William thought perhaps this new, harder to define inward looking expression in her eyes, belonged to a completely different woman. 

    Now she moved and a floorboard creaked and she sat carefully on his bed and looked at him, the same but somehow not the same. William found himself looking at her knees and how tight her skirt was and the fullness of her breasts inside her white blouse and the way they stretched the crisp white cotton and strained the small white buttons and he blushed again as his cock suddenly jerked all the way fully erect and throbbing.

    "Come here," she said and he went to the bed. Up close he could smell her perfume and the fabric conditioner she used and mixed with that her own smell underneath and mingled with it all.

    He had to hold his cock to keep it in a comfortable place as he self consciously lowered himself across her lap. When he took his hands away it lay stiff and hard beneath him. Her hand was warm and gentle on his hip as she helped him into position and when he was ready she kept it where it was to hold him there and stop him sliding off.

    William contemplated the weave of the carpet as he waited and his cock lay stiff and aching sandwiched between his stomach and his mother's sturdy but shapely legs.

    "-You-must-try-harder," she said, and each word was punctuated by the sound of her hand falling on his bottom and accompanied by the sharp, stinging pain that flared suddenly from nothing.

    He closed his eyes against the pain and his bottom jerked involuntarily.

    "-You-promised-you-would-try," she said, and her hand rose and fell, from cheek to cheek.

    William gasped and gritted his teeth as his bottom trembled under her sharp, fast blows. It was humiliating and painful. He felt helpless and vulnerable, but at the same time, somewhere below the level of the pain and humiliation he was aware of his cock, rock hard and straining as his mother spanked him. He was alternately aware of the ache in his cock and then suddenly the tingling and smarting of his bottom.

    "-You're-almost-grown-but-you're-not-too-big-for-this," his mother said as if through clenched teeth and starting to sound a little breathless.

    He saw his fingers hooked like claws into the carpet when he opened his eyes. Without thinking about it he had begun to squirm and writhe on her lap as he tried to evade the next hard slap. Held there like that it was impossible to escape one after the other after the other as they rained down, but he continued to squirm nevertheless. It was a natural reaction and beyond his control.

    "-You listen to me Billy," his mother said, and she stopped spanking him, and spoke a little louder.

    William stopped squirming. He could hear her breathing quickly. His bottom burned and smarted.

    "Make sure you learn from this," she told him, and then she spanked him again, one solid, stinging hard one.

    He didn't think it could hurt anymore than it hurt already but it did. He gasped and nodded at the same time.

    "You make sure you try harder in future," she told him.

    He waited, suddenly aware that her hand was lying on his left cheek. He could feel it resting there and then she raised it and spanked him again, another hard one, this time on the other cheek.

    "I will," he whispered.

    There was silence then apart from the sound of her breathing slowly returning to normal but she didn't signal for him to move and he knew better than to try to get up before he was told.

    He waited with his hair hanging in his eyes. His mother didn't usually drag his spankings out so long but did what she had to do and left him.

    "You're not a bad boy," she said, "you just need to be kept in line sometimes."

    She spanked him again, another hard one. It surprised him and he cried out. At the same time he felt his cock stiffen and swell, coming dangerously close to climax.

    "Are you listening to me Billy?" she said, and spanked him again.

    This time she didn't do it so hard but he felt his cock strain between them and suddenly realised that she undoubtedly felt it too.

    He nodded slowly. His bottom was stinging but now he was more acutely aware of the urgent ache in his cock.

    She spanked him again, not hard, but more slow and deliberate and he suddenly saw the two of them as they must look to an observer. His mother with her full breasts straining the material of her blouse. Him lying naked across her lap. He saw her hand rise and fall. 

    If she'd wanted it to be over by now it would have been. 

    He closed his eyes, not thinking now. There was only his stinging bottom and his aching cock. She spanked him once more and William bit his lip as his cock began to spasm. He tensed against it and she spanked him again. He began to move his hips, rubbing his cock between them. She spanked him again and he began to cum. He felt it inside and then he felt it rising in his cock and he moved his hips more urgently. His whole body stiffened in anticipation and her hand slapped his ass again and he let himself go with it. Let it happen. 

    The force of it took his breath away. There was nothing in the world but his pulsing cock and the cum rushing from it, pumping from it, ejaculated in three, long shuddering spasms more intense and explosive than anything he'd ever experienced before.

    He lay unmoving, gasping for breath as his mother's hand moved lightly over his still smarting bottom.

    "You're a good boy Billy," she said. Her voice sounded normal again.

    He slid embarassed from her lap into a kneeling position at her feet. His cum was smeared on her black skirt, already beginning to soak in, but she didn't seem to pay any attention to it. She looked at him as if nothing had happened. She might have been any mother anywhere. Her eyes were soft and gentle and a small smile touched her lips.

    Williams cock lay against his thigh but he made no attempt to cover himself. He noticed that his mother had lost a couple of buttons from the front of her blouse. He could see the soft, upper swellings of her large pale breasts, and the delicate white lace of her bra. He wondered what she would do if he reached out and cupped a nervous hand under one of her breasts, or if he leaned closer and kissed her there, pressing his hot face between them. If he would get as far as exposing one of her nipples. He wanted to but he hesitated, and while he thought about it, she got up and quietly left the room.

     
      Posted on : May 13, 2013 | Comments (1)
     
    Momdom ... just a little part of time of a lucky young man..

    A Punishing Deed

    by R.T.McCants©

    JACOB

    When I was younger my mother told me that a child needs a good spanking when he or she does something that warrants one. I have to admit, looking back, that I deserved every spanking I ever received and to some degree I even liked it. As a grown man, I even now, still enjoy a good spanking. I lived with my mother until I was about twenty years old. She was very strict on me and I didn't get away with much. Every time she bent me over her knee, pulled down my pants and spanked me, my dick got hard. The harder it got the more I liked it. Eventually it got to the point where I would cum while she spanked me. What twenty year old still gets spanked with their pants down? 

    One night I was out with the guys a little too late and when I came home she was sitting in the living room waiting for me. I knew what was coming, and part of me had grown to like it. She motioned me to where she was sitting in the chair and told me to drop my pants. My dick was starting to harden already. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down stepping out of them. She curled her finger moving it forward and backward until I was standing in front of her.

    "Aren't we forgetting something?" she said, looking at my underwear and the growing bulge in the center of them. 

    "No Ma'am," I said reaching for the waistband and pulling them down.

    My dick sprang back fast and hard making a plopping noise on my belly. I stood before her naked and hard and ready for what was coming to me. She grabbed me by the thigh, digging her nails into my skin and pulling me toward her. I lay over her lap and braced for my punishment as my dick slid up her robe- covered thigh and my chest rested on her lap with my knees bent on the floor. 

    She shifted her thigh so that my rock hard dick was trapped in the bend behind her knee. I felt the first whack and it stunned me like it always does. Warm heat spread across my ass cheeks as the paddle lifted and fell again. WHACK! A shot of hot piss squirted out onto the back of her knee and trickled down her calf and to her ankle. 

    "I, thought, I, told, you, to, be, in, at, a, decent, hour," she said, stretching her words out to correspond with the whacks to my ass. 

    "Yes, Mother," I whimpered, enjoying the burning feeling that was coming with each whack the paddle delivered. 

    After about fifteen whacks, she put the paddle down at her side. 

    "I don't like to discipline you. You know this, but you make me," she said, her voice hitching as little moans came out. She stroked her soft hand over my burning bum, soothing it with each loving stroke.

    "I, know, Mother," I sobbed, feeling her hand beginning to caress my reddened ass a little softer. Her fingers slid down the crack of my bum, lightly stroking the soft hairs that surrounded my asshole. 

    "I'm sorry, mother," I whimpered, as a finger stopped on my asshole and lingered there for a moment. Her dry finger plunged into my asshole, causing me to shoot another stream of piss onto the back of her knee. 

    "You're a dirty boy," she scolded, shoving her finger up to the last knuckle into my tight bunghole. 

    I nodded my head in agreement as piss streamed out of my dick and onto the floor at her feet. I got turned on even more by hearing my piss splash on the floor in front of me.

    "I promise to try and be good from now on mother," I pleaded. 

    Her finger was suddenly gone from my ass. She pressed my head back down over her lap as I tried to lift up and look behind me at my swollen red ass. 

    "I'm not done with you yet," she hissed.

    I lay back down obediently and waited for the rest of my punishment.

    I felt her reach down beside the chair and just knew that I was going to feel the whack of the paddle across my ass once again. I braced myself for the upcoming sting tightening my ass cheeks together, which only made the paddling worse. I closed my eyes tight and prepared, but no WHACK! came. Instead, I felt a hot white heat, and I suddenly had the urge to shit. Something long and thick was penetrating my asshole. 

    My mother's breaths were coming short and heavy, and her lap vibrated and rocked as her hand worked whatever it was she was holding in and out of my asshole. I started to moan as the object violated me, and made my dick stand out farther against my mother's leg. I began to move my hips, causing my dick to jerk and fuck the back of her bent knee. Back and forth, forth and back the object plunged me. The last stream of piss had jetted from my dick and ran to my knees soaking them. I wanted whatever she was using in my asshole to ram me deeper, harder and faster. I started bucking my hips and moving my ass back against the object in her hand, lodging it deeper in my shit hole. I had moved so hard and so far back that my dick came dislodged from the crook behind her knee, and was now rubbing up and down the width of her thigh. 

    My mother began to convulse and moan loudly before she pulled the object from my asshole and tossed it to the floor. She pounded on my ass with her bare hand. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I felt my balls start to shake and move closer to my body as they tightened. As another whack landed on my sore ass, I shot my first ball of spunk onto her bare leg. Another jet landed and then a third and fourth. Hot thick globs of spunk clung to her leg and some plopped to the floor in the puddle of piss. My body was weak and sore. She pushed me off her lap and stared down at her thigh that was coated with my spunk. 

    "Get over here you dirty little boy and clean this mess up," she hissed.

    I crawled to her left side and used my tongue to lick my spunk off her milky white thigh. 

    She watched me as I licked and sucked my own spunk from her leg as her hand dipped between her thighs and stroked her wet muff. 

    "Get over her and service me well," she barked, watching me scramble to do as I was told.

    She spread her thigh open wide and I crawled in, burying my nose in her soft fur. I licked at her wetness, devouring her muff in greedy gulps. She pushed my head farther in as I pushed my tongue into her hot hole and felt it begin to quiver around it. She humped my mouth and tongue, bucking wildly in the chair.

    "And when I've cum and you've licked me clean. You'll start on the mess you made on the floor."

    I licked her muff until she was drained of her milk and she stood up and pressed my face to the floor. 

    "Lick it like dog," she barked and I began to lick up my own piss and the globes of spunk that had fallen from her leg.

    I watched her walk into the kitchen and return with the mop and a bucket of hot water.

    "You really are a bad boy," she said patting my head and making me stand up.

    She mopped up the mess on the floor and walked back to the kitchen. My ass was really sore from being fucked and spanked. I looked down at the chair to see what she had impaled my asshole with. I found the polished end of what looked like a rolling pin lying next to the chair. I picked it up and hurried it over to my pants and slipped it into the pocket. She returned a few moments later, and kissed me on the head before going off to bed.

    I hobbled into my room and sprawled out on the bed. I pulled the object from my pocket as my dick began to harden again. I pumped my fist up and down my dick a couple of times and then reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the lubricating jelly and greased up my hot hole. I tossed my legs over my head and shoved the object deep into my asshole while my other hand yanked on my dick. I fucked and jerked myself hard and fast until my balls tightened again and spunk was shooting up onto my chest. I tucked my object back into my pocket and went to sleep.

    I usually do things to warrant a spanking from my mother. I've thought about moving out on my own on occasion, but if I did, I would be giving up a good thing. I like being at home with mom, maybe, I am a momma's boy, but who gives a shit, as long as she spanks my ass good and hard and makes me cum...

     
      Posted on : May 13, 2013 | Comments (0)
     



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