Boy With The Butt Pt 03

*Knock! Knock!*

I can't stand my fucking mom.

Was it too much to yell at my girlfriend and kick her out of the house when she found us? My answer would lean towards yes.

Did she take it a little too far when spanked and verbally degraded me? Definitely.

But now, even she might be doing too much.

The door in front of me swung open slowly as the head of a slightly elder woman poked out. Pointing her head down to see over her glasses, she questionably greeted, "Uhm... hello?"

"Yes, are you Mrs. Ramirez?" I asked her.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she responded, "Yes. Do I know you?"

"No, we haven't had the chance to ever meet. I'm Jordan," I introduced myself.

"Jordan?" she repeated as the door opened a little bit more. It then hit her and she asked, "Vanessa's boyfriend, right?"

"Yeah, that's me," I smiled as she opened the door and stepped out. The first thing I noticed was her striking resemblance to Vanessa, but I figure that Vanessa must've gotten her height from her dad because this woman was tall. She stood at maybe 6 feet evenly and had long legs under her partially opened house robe, even though she was fully clothed in jeans and a sky blue blouse underneath it. She stepped up to me and I stared up at her and truth be told, I was actually a little intimidated.

She flashed a quick smile and my nervousness left as she stuck her hand out and introduced herself. "Oh, it's nice to finally meet you. Vanessa talked about you so much. As you already know, I'm her mom, Muriel."

I took her hand in mine, noticing her firm grip and shook it. "Nice to finally meet you too, Muriel."

Her face scrunched up a bit and she commented, "I sort of preferred Mrs. Ramirez better."

"Oh, I apologize, Mrs. Ramirez." Great, she's one of those people. Well, luckily, I'm not really here for her. Though, the reason I am here is far worse.

It's a day after my mom spanked me and if that's not humiliating enough, my mom has now sent me over here to break up with Vanessa. According to my mom, she's too much of a negative influence on me. I countered that I'm eighteen and an adult, but she came back with her house, her rules. Since I can't move out yet, I have to abide.

"Is Vanessa here?" I asked Mur... I mean, Mrs. Ramirez.

"Actually, no, she's out right now," she informed me. "But you're more than welcome to come in."

"Uhm... it's... it's fine. I'll just come back later," I stammered out in response to the older woman's invitation.

"No, I come in," she insisted as she grabbed my arm. She stepped a little closer and her presence became more domineering as she stared down at me. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

The grip from her hand on my arm hurt a bit. I gulped as I looked into her eyes, fearing at what may come from my rejection. "O...okay."

"Good boy," she moaned as she leaned down and softly pecked my lips. You'd think that if a beautiful, older woman invited you into her house and kissed you on the lips, you'd get turned on and want to go into her house to see where it goes. In this case, I'm afraid because this woman is petrifying and I'm scared of what'll happen when I go inside. It's also important to note that I didn't accept to go in, I caved and she definitely picked up on that. "Come in."

She slowly let my arm go and let me walk past her as I entered into her home. I heard the door close behind me after a few seconds and her footsteps closely following mine. I'll admit, it's not the first time I've ever been inside Vanessa's home, but it's the first time I've ever been here whenever one of her parents has been home. But, I wasn't lost coming in, going straight to the living room. Once I got there, my eyes were placed on the familiar, three piece beige furniture. Before I could make a choice where to sit, I felt Mrs. Ramirez's hand on my lower back as she motioned towards the couch and almost like she was instructing, said, "Please, sit there."

Well, I guess my decision has been made for me. I went over the couch, sitting on one edge of it as she went over the lounge chair that was placed on the other side of it. In my kind, I couldn't help but be relieved that she had sat over there and not next to me. I don't like it when she's close to me. My eyes began wandering around the room, looking everywhere except her direction as we momentarily sat in an awkward silence.

"Are you nervous?" she suddenly questioned.

She's damn right I'm and she fucking knows that. But, the worst thing to do in this moment is to openly acknowledge it. It might be something she feeds on and I don't want to give her anymor-

"Cat got your tongue, young man?" she cut off my thoughts.

"N...no," I responded.

"So, can you answer my question?"

"N...no," I repeated with the same stutter. I then elaborated, "No, I'm not nervous."

I know there's a usual tension that comes along when meeting the parents or parent of a date, but this is so much different. There's just a different energy to this. It's like a predator observing its prey.

"So, Mrs. Ramirez," I tried to strike up a conversation and get off my clear fear, "What did you want to talk to me about?"

She crossed one of her long legs across the other, making sure her robe covered everything else and leaned back in her chair. She explained, "As you know, Vanessa came is visiting from college, seeing as she went over to your house first before she even came home. But, that's not what bothers me. If you two love each other that much, I'm very happy.

"But, when she finally comes home, she comes in upset and emotional and just locks herself in her room. I tried talking to her, but she ignored me. I asked what was wrong and she simply told me that she had a very bad, embarrassing experience. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, right?"

Apart from my mom finding her rimming me and then yelling at her? Yes, I have a pretty good idea as to why she came home upset, but I can't tell this woman that. She might eat me alive if she knew the truth. "Sorry, can't say I do. Maybe a bad experience with her Uber driver or something. Very unsafe for a woman to take them and I told her that."

Her eyebrows raised as she listened to my rambling. Her delicate, yet authoritative voice then asked, "You're not lying to me, right?"

This is my chance. I can make this right by telling her the truth and dealing with the consequences. Maybe it won't be that bad. Or, you can cement the lie and hope it all blows over. What do I choose?

"No, I'm not lying," I confirmed.

With that, Mrs. Ramirez stood up slowly from her seat and came over to where I sat. Standing tall over me, it was almost like I began sinking into the cushion and backing into the corner of it, afraid of what was happening. Her scent was that of sweetness, but her vibe was that of anger.

"Stand up, Jordan," she demanded in a soft voice.

She didn't back up an inch, so I cautiously got up, making sure not to make physical contact with her.

"Look at me in my eyes," she then instructed as I stared up and met her light brown eyes. Standing only centimeters in front of me, she then ordered, "Don't move a muscle."

I'm not liking where this is going. Is there a way to get out of this now?

"If you try to leave, I have permission to hit you," she whispered to me.

What!? What the hell does that mean? Why would I try to run? Why would she try to hit me? Who gave her permission to hit me?

Trying to find words, I stammered, "M...Mrs. Ramirez...look... I don-"

"Shh" she leaned down and cut me off as she gently placed her lips on my forehead. "Don't talk, just listen."

She was speaking softly and doing things like kissing my face, but it was clear she was the one in power right now. I've never been more confused, and scared, in my life because I don't know what she'll do next.

She bent a bit so that her face and me were leveled and as close as they could be without touching each others. Then, in a hushed tone, almost like she was cooing with a baby, she revealed, "Your mom called me this morning and told me what happened yesterday."

If words could physically form into a fist a punch me in the gut, that would've been it. My eyes widened as my face got red with embarrassment and terror.

She continued, "She told me what she walked in on between Vanessa and you. She also told me how you were going to come over today and break up with Vanessa."

She then stood up straight and slowly paced past me and around her living room. Chuckling, she went on, "Oh, and don't worry, she told me about how she punished you too."

I know she told me not to move a muscle, but even if I wanted to, I couldn't with all the humiliating and frightened emotions in my body. I was frozen.

"Your mom said she wanted to teach you a lesson, but I told her what she did wasn't good enough. Breaking up with Vanessa isn't going to teach you anything, you'll probably still see each other anyway," she pointed out. "And spanking you isn't going to do anything, your ass is fat enough to just absorb that."

Right after she said that, her strong hand landed right on my bottom and I felt her grab a handful of the soft flesh. "So, I talked to her and told her about how I plan to punish you. She heard my plan, while against it at first, she then thought it through and agreed that it was perfect for this circumstance."

She let go of my butt and made her way back in front of. "You told her you were an adult right? You think you're a man now, right?"

I stayed quiet, but apparently that wasn't the right thing to do.

Her hand raised and she grabbed my chin, getting a little aggressive and said, "Speak when you're spoken to."

"Yes, I said something like that, but I was angry," I reasoned with a trembling voice.

"You are the last person in this scenario who should be angry," Mrs. Ramirez countered. "But, if you think you're a man, then it's time to show you how a real man acts. How a real man treats a woman."

"What?" I asked confused as she let go of my chin.

"Get on your knees," she ordered.

"Wait, what?" I questioned with unease.

Her hand raised again, this time slapping my jaw and resting on my shoulder. "You heard me, I said get on your knees."

Her hand gripped on my shoulder a little, her nails digging a little into my skin and she explained, "Jordan, you can either be a good boy or a bad boy during this. I will let this be easy, or I can make this your worst experience ever. It's up to you. Now, don't make me tell you again. Jordan, get on your knees like a good boy."

The hushed tone through her anger was the scariest part about this. Her nails dug a bit deeper, a little whimper coming from my mouth. This is her being easy, and if this is an indication, her doing anything worse than this is something I don't want to live through. So, I abided and got onto my knees as my head was now level with her waist.

"That's my good, smart boy," she hummed with a gentle, yet devious smile as her hand moved from my shoulder.

"Do everything I tell you to do, and this can be quick, okay?" she whispered.

"Yes, Mrs. Ramirez," I followed, trying to say everything right to keep her on her 'good' side.

She then played with the string around her floral house robe, before untying it. I was expecting a jeaned crotch, but what I got was something different and unexpected.

A strapon.

A strapon, already harnessed to her waist with a maybe 7 inch brown dildo hanging from it. I guess the sole reason for her wearing a house robe over clothes was to hide that from me so she could see my reaction to it. Saying I was shocked would be an understatement.

"Don't be scared. I promise not to be too rough," she teased with her sadistic, whispered voice.

I was speechless. I didn't even know how to react to this with words. I wanted to beg her to not do it, but I don't know how one begs someone to not use a strapon on them. Besides, begging might only feed her sick mind. I simply gulped and closed my eyes. I felt her hand cupping my cheek and my eyes shot open at her touch. She was bent down, still looking down at me. She then gave away her sick plan to me. "Jordan, I'm not even going to let you wonder about it. My strapon is going to go into your ass and I'm going to fuck you with it."

I leaned back slightly, but her hand creeped its way to the back of my neck and she held me still. She continued, "But first, you're going to suck it."

"Mrs. Ramirez, please don't do this," I finally found words to come from my trembling body.

"I didn't speak to you, Jordan. I was speaking at you," she let go of my neck and stood back up, her strapon flopping in my face now from the movement. She then expounded her plan. "Now, I was going to give you two minutes, but since you've decided you want to be a good boy for me, I'm going to give you five minutes to suck it. Now, you better make sure you get it as wet as you can because whatever saliva is on it is going to be the lube when I shove it in your ass. You got it?"

I anxiously nodded, but that wasn't good enough for her. She grabbed her strapon, slapping my face with it and asked, "I spoke to you. Don't turn bad now and get three minutes taken off from your blowjob duties."

"Yes, Mrs. Ramirez I quavered.

"Good, she smiled as she let go of it. "Now, suck!"

Her last word was demanded with a bit of hostility in her whisper, and I did as she said. Just as I was bout to grab it with my hands, she whistled and instructed, "No, no hands. Just use your mouth."

I put my hands back down, leaning my neck in, sticking my tongue out in a bit of shame as it was really beginning to hit me as to what I was doing. Lining it up, I slipped the head of it into my mouth and glanced up at her. A grin appeared on her lips and she placed her hands on her hips, staring down at me. She mocked, "All the way in. And remember, don't use any teeth."

I did as told, making sure not to get my teeth on the dildo and slowly moved my head forward on it, letting more of it enter into my mouth. I moved my head back before moving forward again. I repeated the process a few times, feeling an embarrassment with every bob of my head.

"Spit on it," Mrs. Ramirez demanded.

I did as ordered, taking my mouth off it, forming spit in my mouth and releasing it onto her strap. A bit of my spit dripped from it. I glared up at her with mortification, to which she responded, "Don't look at me like that. I'm trying to help you out so I don't have to fight to put it in. Now, get that mouth back on it. And for your own good, get it wetter. Only three minutes left."

Doing as she said, I enveloped it back into my mouth. I increased the pace of my neck movement, sucking on her strapon with a little more intensity. I made sure that the dildo was getting covered by the wetness inside of my mouth. I sucked on it, completely succumbing to the fact that I was overpowered and the weaker one in this scenario. It only pained me more to know that this wasn't even the most humiliating thing to happen to me right now.

Then, apparently not satisfying her enough, she put her hand on the back of my head and pushed it down onto her 'cock.' As she pushed, another inch of her strapon forced its way into my mouth until it was at the back of my throat. Not being able to handle it, my I let out a loud gag as my eyes closed from the pressure on my reflex.

"A man makes sure the girl gets the whole cock in her mouth, no matter what," she mentioned.

I was slobbering all over her strap, some of my drool even escaping from my mouth and wetting my shirt. She pushed on it even more and started to thrust her hips, the dildo now poking into my throat. Again, I let out a loud, even longer gag and panicked, slapping her thighs in hopes that she'd stop. She did a few more thrusts then stopped just as I felt myself about to vomit, but still used her hand to shove my mouth all the way down on her strapon. She then teased, "Good boys don't gag like that. Good boys take cock all the way in without a problem."

Just as I felt myself losing breath, maybe even turning blue in the face, she let go of my head and I quickly backed away, her strapon falling from my mouth in the process. I quickly gasped for air, rubbing my eyes and mouth of all the spit that was running from it.

As I was doing that, I heard her laugh, "Looks like I got a little carried away and gave you an extra minute. But, you made it nice and wet, so it shouldn't be too painful for you."

I was still struggling for air on my knees, hunched over a bit when I felt her fingers running through my hair. She ordered, "Now, stand up."

Taking a brief moment to collect myself, I then stood up, still swallowing and trying to catch my breath. "Bend over the couch and pull your pants and underwear down."

I again did as told, now not even second guessing everything I did. There's no point, it's going to happen whether I want it to or not. Let's just try to stay on Mrs. Ramirez's good side. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and grabbed the waistband of my pants and jeans, pulling them down to my knees and put my knees on the couch and leaned over the back.

"Arch that fucking back," she growled as I felt her hand swat my rump and the resulting jiggle.

I arched my back, my ass sticking up in the air from the position I was in as I felt her presence directly behind me. Her hand began gently rubbing my butt, groping it and digging her fingers into it as it was almost like she was purring from satisfaction from touching on it. Just when I thought I couldn't feel any more mortified, the older woman then commented, "Vanessa was right, your bottom is mesmerizing and girly. It was made for this."

Just as I was about to question her statement, a loud, painful groan escaped me as I felt her strapon making its way into me. I felt it trying to push its way in and felt my walls tighten. My body tensed up from the unpleasant feeling.

Going back into her whispered voice, she then, in what I'm guessing, tried to soothe me by cooing, "Just relax, my sweet boy. Don't tense up. I'm going to take real good care of you."

I felt her pushing more in, the wet dildo sliding into my tight ass as she grabbed a handful of one of my ass cheeks with her other hand. I buried my head into the couch, trying to ease my body, whimpering as I felt it go in inch by inch. It then slowly began to make its way out, then in again repeatedly as her hands wrapped around and held onto my waist. My whimpers were getting a little quieter with each thrust she was giving me, and my head raised a bit as my chin laid on the back of the couch. For some reason, and I don't know why, I could feel my cock get a bit of a tingle.

"See, a man has to know what to say to a girl when she's scared during sex. He has to calm her down and take control," she lectured me as if I was actually taking note of any of this. "Not like you'll actually be taking control of anything. I don't think there's a girl alive who would be happy taking that small dick."

Her waist movement increased after that insult, and as my dick flopped more from her intensity, it actually got harder. What the fuck is going on? I don't like this. I don't lik-

Her hand slapped my ass again and a soft moan came from me as she began pounding into me. Though it was easily going in and out now, I was still grunting and groaning in pain, but my body wasn't exactly opposed to it now. Was I starting to enjoy it?

"Who is my sweet, big butt boy?" she asked out loud.

Without thinking, and as if it were instinct, I moaned out, "I am."

"That's what I want to hear," she too moaned as I felt her slide it out of me. "Now lay down on your back."

I quickly got on my back, my head right under the arm of the couch as she kneeled by my feet. She touched my legs as if she were about to lift them up, but like it was a natural tendency, I lifted my legs in the air for her.