I walked through the front door and chunked my backpack into my bedroom. It was my usual routine, get home from school and find something to snack on. I walked into the kitchen and searched the drawers, fairly bleak as usual. I didn't hear any commotion, but both my mom and her boyfriend Chris were home; their cars both parked in the driveway. I kept searching the kitchen, still nothing catching my eye. As I searched the kitchen I could hear voices inside my mothers room.
The voices got louder, I could only imagine what was going on.
"No Chris, please no. Don't do this in front of Alex."
I heard a slapping noise, I could only ponder on what was going on.
The bedroom door swung open, Chris exited the room first. He was yanking on moms arm as he rushed her into the living room, our kitchen a joined the living room. He was shirtless, his usual pair of blue jeans on. His belt was still on his waist, but it was unfastened from his waist; just hanging loosely. Mom had on a blue T-shirt and a pair of lounging shorts on. She looked troubled, I could see it on her face.
"What is going on?" I asked.
Chris pointed to the living room and drug my mother to the center of it.
"Alex, set on the couch." Chris said.
I could tell he had been drinking again, I could smell it on him.
Mom was standing in the living room, watching me closely as I approached the couch and sat down. Chris walked over to her and then looked back at me.
"Terri, you're going to learn the hard way if it helps you learn at all. If I have to punish you in front of your son, then that's what it will take."
"Chris please, not in front of him. You can have your way with me, just not in front of Alex" Mom pleaded.
I sat on the couch, not sure of what was exactly going on. Chris was not abusive on my mother, but he was no stranger to give her a belting. I hadn't seen it before, but had clearly heard it late at night. I just figured it was there business, and I would keep my nose out of it. His beltings sounded painful though, especially when he drank.
"Alex, mommy is about to be spanked. That is what's going on honey. Everything will be okay, you don't have to watch this. Whatever Chris does is alright, he just loves us very much."
Chris apparently had heard enough of the talk, he swiftly grabbed moms right arm and turned her around. She was facing away from me, her backside facing me. She stood still with her arms down at her sides, I could feel her anxiety. Chris leaned down and swatted her a couple of times with his right hand. The swats sounded painful, he definitely was landing his marks.
"How does it feel? Getting your ass whipped in front of your own son. Maybe you'll learn today, maybe this will grab your attention". Chris shouted.
I was a little uncomfortable, leaning back on the couch just a bit. Chris continued spanking mom, swatting her butt with his hand. After a few moments he reached down and pulled her shorts down. They slid down her legs easily, pooling around her bare feet. She wasn't wearing any underwear, the only thing left was her bare butt. I sat there and just gazed at her, mom was sort of pale skinned, not tan at all. She was around 5'3 and fairly skinny, her butt wasn't big by any means, but she had some "junk in the trunk" as my friends would joke.
I didn't know if I was supposed to feel uneasy, or be attentive, or just look away. I know the reason Chris was doing this was the embarrassment factor, my mother was getting a spanking in front of her own son. Not just any spanking, a bare butt spanking. I had been on the receiving end of this growing up, so a part of me didn't feel too sorry for her.
Chris walked over to the kitchen counter and drug one of our wooden chairs into the living room. He plopped it down directly in front of mom, pointing down at it.
"Place your palms on the chair, spread your feet and stick your ass out."
Mom turned slightly to her left looking at Chris.
"Please Chris, my bare ass is hanging out in front of my son. Don't do this in front of him, just take me outside or in the room." Mom pleaded once again.
"Terri, do what I said. You are only making this worse for yourself."
Mom did as demanded, bending over and placing her hands on the chair. This opened the crevice of her butt, a full scale view of her butthole and vagina. I had fooled around with a few girls, but never imagined I would be staring down main street at my own mother. She was shaved cleanly, it was a pretty sight. Her small lips tucked perfectly between her butt cheeks. I noticed my cock began to erect a bit, is this supposed to happen? I wasn't sure, but a part of me was beginning to get excited.
Chris yanked the belt through the loops of his denim jeans. He pulled it away from his body and curled it into his right hand. He looked back at me and grinned, it was a somewhat evil grin. He slapped the looped belt into her ass, landing it perfectly across her butt. The sound of the belt contacting her skin rang out in the small living room, her skin bouncing with the collision. Mom rocked a bit forward with the swat, but remained in position.
Chris continued the thrashing, landing continuous swats from his belt across her backside. Her ass had started to turn a very slight pink color. What was only probably five minutes felt like an hour. I wasn't able to hide my erection any longer, my cock rose up exposing itself through my black sweatpants. Chris noticed it, I was caught, but I didn't really care. He smiled when he looked at me, before I realized it I was grinning back.
