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Humiliated by Mommy part 2 by Naughtieboys
(c) Em-bare-assed Press 1999
naughtieboys@yahoo.com
THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION (or unpure friction) FOR ADULTS ONLY. NO REAL
CHILDREN WERE HARMED IN THE PRODUCTION OF THIS STORY. BY READING FURTHER,
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She finishes up and returns to her bedroom, and I slump down in the bathtub
for a restless night. I keep looking at all the panties as I finally doze
off. I haven't gotten more than an hours sleep when I awake. There's no
clock so I can only guess that the sun is up. I have a morning hard-on
poking out of my Fruit-of-the-Looms. Once again, I am mesmerized by the
sight of panties. A pair of leopard-skin panties lays at my feet. They
must have fallen off the shower head into the tub. But I don't remember
seeing those last night. I vaguely remember that pair of panties from years
ago. They are especially tiny. I can't help myself as I pick up the
panties to examine them more closely. I start to whisk them lightly over my
body. My cock pops out of the confines of my briefs, and I begin
stimulating it against the slick wisp of material.
Just then the door opens. I use the leopard panties to cover up my dick.
My mother walks in.
Cheerfully she remarks, "Good morning sweetums. Sleep well?"
She quickly turns her back to me (thank god) and starts brushing her teeth.
She's talking away about what a great nights rest she got in her luxurious
bed, when I notice she's making eye-contact with me through the mirror.
"Those always were your favorites," she nonchalantly comments. Then she
exits the bathroom-her words, echoing in my brain.
She caught me playing with her panties. Did she know what I was doing with
them. How could she not know? I have them wrapped around my dick. This is
going to be a long summer.
At breakfast, she compromises in terms of her attire. It isn't diaphanous,
but it is short. She's covering herself in a terry-cloth robe, that barely
covers her panties-and she is wearing the leopard-skin panties. She must
have gotten them from the bathroom after I'd gotten up.
"Mom, we really didn't get to finish our conversation last night."
"I put this robe on just for you. I hope it's not too revealing. Have you
seen more than you want to see?"
"No, but it's soooo short..."
"Oh, did you sneak a peek at my panties? Do you know which one's I'm
wearing? Tell me, what color are they? Tell mommy what color panties she's
wearing." She teases.
"Mom, I don't care which panties you're wearing...."
She interrupts, "You seemed to care about them this morning dear."
"MOMMY!" I yell, reacting to the shameful truth behind her remark.
"Don't take that tone with me Justin Sylvester Johnson. You are still a
teenager, and you know what happens to naughty, disrespectful teenagers in
this house." She admonishes.
I sulk away with my tail (or is it my cock) between my legs. Another failed
attempt at confronting her.
Life went on like this for about a week. She is a constant tease, and when
I try to talk seriously with her, she reduces me to a bad boy. I am
"sleeping" in the bathtub night after night. I've probably gotten all of
ten hours sleep in a week. I am delirious from lack of sleep. On top of
that, I haven't come the whole time. I am in a state of constant arousal
and frustration.
One night, just after I doze off, she barges into the bathroom. "Out you
go, mommy needs her privacy."
She takes me by the hand and leads me into her bedroom. She gives me a
light shove and sends me face down across her bed. I sink into the soft
bed. My flesh tingles against the silky pale pink satin sheets.
"I'll be back in two minutes. Don't you dare fall asleep in mommy's bed,
you naughty boy," She giggles.
"OOOhhh, can't fall asleep. Can't let her win," I think to myself. But
I'm so tired. I've hardly slept all week. Her bed feels so nice. So soft
compared to that cold, hard bathtub.
I hear her talking above the sound of her peeing. "I'd better not find you
asleep in mommy's comfy beddie-bye."
WHACK! I must have dozed off, but I awake with a freight. SMACK! My body
jolts, but I hold my position. My position? I'm on my mother's bed. She's
spanking me! I'm a 19 year old college student and my mother is spanking my
underpants-clad bottom. SPANK!
"Naughty, naughty boy. You fell asleep in mommy's bed. Wake up.
Wakee-wakee."
She gives a tug on the underside of my underpants and exposes most of my
right butt cheek. SLAP! SMACK! It's all too much-the exhaustion, the
embarrassment, the spanking. I'm reduced to a crying six year old.
She asks, "Where do you want to sleep?"
I reply, "In mommy's bed."
"Oh, so now you want to sleep in mommy's bed? It wasn't good enough for the
big college boy a week ago, but now you want to sleep in your mommy's bed."
"Pleeeeze mommy, let me sleep in your bed. I'll be a good boy. I promise."
I can scarcely believe those words are came out of my lips. But they did.
Loud and clear, I am begging her like a little boy.
"Well I really shouldn't let you. Don't you think you're a little old to be
sleeping with your mommy?"
She twists the knife both ways. First she breaks me down to beg her to
sleep in her bed, then she rubs it in that I'm grown-up and too old to do
so.
"I'll be good."
"Well, OK, but under one condition."
"What?"
"I don't want a dirty boy in my nice clean bed, so wash up and you can sleep
in my bed."
"But mommy, I'm so tired," I plead.
SMACK I get a swat to my behind for an answer. I get up and march myself
back to the bathroom. She follows and turns on the water to fill the tub.
We wait silently as the tub slowly fills. I feel confused. Is she going to
stay and see me take my bath? I don't want her to see me naked (or do I?).
The bath is full, so she turns off the water. She grabs me by the wrist and
pulls me over to the front of the bathtub. She teasingly grasps the elastic
at the leg openings of my briefs.
She baby-talks to me, "Are you embawwassed to have mummy pull widdle undies
down?"
The combination of her baby-talk and the feel of her finger gently tugging
and releasing the elastic of my underpants causes me to erect. I know this
is what she wants, just to shame me even more.
"Auuhhh, happy to see mommy? Now is Justie-Wustie going to act all shy
around mommy? Now that your such a big boy, you don't want mommy to see
widdle pee-nee?"
The more she teases me the bigger it grows. My dick is straining against
the tight confines of my jockey shorts. She lets her fingers travel around
the inside of the leg holes of my underpants until they rest against my butt
cheeks. Then she pinches the elastic and pulls out and up, exposing my
bottom. She lets go and the elastic snaps against my bottom. The sound
echoes in the steam-filled bathroom.
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