I'm standing in front of her naked and sobbing. I'm crying uncontrollably, shaking, my eyes burn with tears that cover my face, drip to the floor. My hands at my sides, the backs of my cheeks and legs are covered with deep red welts.
She stares at me.
She's dressed as she was in the basement, dressed as she was when she came home and ordered me to my punishment room. She's wearing a just-below-the-knee dark gray tight pencil skirt, lighter grey soft turtle neck sweater and wide black leather belt. Her legs are crossed with her hands folded in her lap. Her spike heel knee-length boots make her look sexy and menacing. Her look is stern, says nothing to me just watches me cry. She sits like that for what seems like forever.
"We both know this is what you need, don't we."
She makes it a statement, not a question.
"Yes, Mama, yes...", I stammer, choked words between the sobs and tears.
"Good."
She says that as she leans forward. I feel her take my penis in her hand tightly, feel her turn me roughly to position my rear for view. I bend slightly forward, leaning at the waist, shaking and sobbing. She releases my penis, feel her hand run over my right cheek.
"Today was your first serious lesson. This is the least you can expect if you disappoint your mother. It's what you expect if you are a bad boy."
She sits back in her chair. She looks at the raised welts on my cheeks and legs.
"That will take a while to fade. Hopefully you will not need another whipping between now and the time Allan wants to see you again. I think my point has been made, don't you, baby?"
"Yesssss, Mama, yesss, I won't disappoint you again, I won't..."
She sits and listens to my apology.
"I meant it when I said it. I want my house cleaned to my specifications. I want my house cleaned perfectly. That is not asking too much. I expect that from my son. I let you in here twice a week to clean, find any imperfections and this will be the minimum that happens to you. You do understand that, right?"
"Yes, Mama, I do."
I start to calm myself a bit, sobbing still.
"You know I couldn't discipline you like that when you were a little boy, would have been abusive. But now that you are grown young man I can. You didn't know your dear mother had it in her did you."
She laughs loudly, doesn't wait for an answer. She stands.
I feel her turn me toward her, feel her take me in her arms. I feel her breasts against me, her hand on my back, her other hand on my face.
"And I know you didn't know about your dear mother's special room in the basement, did you. I have had a few others down there but none that move me as much as my own son does. I liked that. You made me wet. You make me wetter than when I take my friend Doris down there."
I feel her hand move to my naked penis, feel her start to masturbate me, pump my through her soft hand.
"Does it please you that you made me wet? I can cum like that you know, beating you like that. My dear friend Doris needs the same thing you do, baby. But she gets to sleep with me after I take her down to the basement. You won't be able to do that. That wouldn't be right. I'm your mother."
Her hand brings me to erection. I feel her finger on the wet spot on the end of my erection.
"Ooooo, cute little hard on for your dirty minded old mother. Our secret, baby. Our secret."
I cry out slightly, whimper as her hand grips my cheek tightly and holds me in place while her other hand runs over the head of my penis.
