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She was in the bathroom brushing her long lavish hair as he made his way down the hallway. Sticking his head in to say goodnight, as she stood there grooming herself.
"Your becoming a great deal like your father Brent, nosey! Little pig, big pig I guess!" Her voice sarcastic and cold as she spoke.
(Tom Peterson was gone for the week, setting up a networking system in another city. He had given up on his relationship with Julie sometime ago. All they had in common now was their son, when he got older and left, Tom had already contemplated leaving as well.)
He lowered his eyes to the floor hurt by his mothers comment. He wished this could be done some other way, but knew it couldn't. She had become a stranger to him, no longer the protectorate whose smile warmed his childhood days. He didn't know this cold, selfish, uncaring person, and no longer wanted her in his home.
He opened the door to the small storage area looking inside for something as she coolly ignored him. His eyes fell on something useful he thought he might be able to utilize. Closing the door he crossed quickly to her and raising her t-shirt up around her head and arms forced her wrist together.
He slipped the panty hose over her hands and pulled them part way down her arms. Grabbing up one of the dangling leg sections he wound it tightly around her wrist. He repeated this maneuver with the other section, but in the opposite direction. Finally tying the two ends together.
She had already begun to struggle before he had finished. But now she had gone wild. But she was still no match for his six-foot muscular frame. He was lean and hard from all the sports activity his father had encouraged him to participate in.
"What the hell are you doing, have you lost your fucking mind," she screamed?
"No Julie, but you may before I'm finished with you." He told her calmly.
Julie was a beautiful sight at 36, with a lovely face, rich lavish Chestnut hair, and long wonderfully toned legs. Her ass was a treasure of firm perfectly toned curves. She possessed a pair of the most beautiful breasts Brent had ever seen with nipples large enough to be easily seen through her blouse. Every shimmering detail of her body was magnificently amorous, and she was total bitch! She hadn't always been this way, but over the last several years her disposition had drastically changed.
Without another word he unceremoniously drug her screaming to her bedroom where he had already prepared his other tools. He leaned her over the foot of the bed driving her face cruelly into the mattress. Her firm hard panty covered ass straight up in the air. The slick clothe of her undies drawing up around the contour of her soft full cunt lips. Delineated exquisitely her delicate hidden treasure.
"You little bastard, let me go," She screamed at him!
"I will, when you're completely subjugated to my will and wish, and happy to tend to my budding sexuality, only then will I let go Julie."
"You sick little shit, this is incest, let me up!"
Smack-Smack-Smack! His hand landing on the firm luscious flesh of her ass as the sound of his rough discipline resounded crisply in her bedroom excited him tremendously! Whack-Whack-Whack his hand fell on her hard ass firmly, making her squirm, and whimper with pain.
"Damn you, stop this, your hurting me," she screamed at him!
"That's the idea Julie," his voice distant and unconcerned!
Suddenly she felt his hand between her legs as his fingers lewdly probed into the soft flesh of her womanhood causing an array of wonderful sensations there. Then up between her legs to her ass where he squeezed, and kneaded her firm cheeks while lightly smacking her ass periodically.
"Stop it Brent, stop it now, I'm your mother and this is incest it's wrong," she screamed at him!
"Yes, and isn't it wonderful Julie," he told at her!
Such a filthy disgusting thing that her own son was doing to her she thought. But still, she marveled that it could produce such sweet sensations in her flesh. She couldn't understand why he was being so brutal with her.
He placed nylon cords around her wrist after moving them to her back. The nipple restraints he used each had a small chain running from it to a larger brass oval in the center, and from it a single thin metal chain draped low in front of her. The idea being that the harder she pulled away the tighter the clamps clinched around those lovely nipples.
His eyes fell to the small wooden paddle, and a wicked smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he surveyed the device.
Smack the paddle sounded landing firmly across her delicious little ass. Smack, smack, smack, Julie Peterson's little rump was a lovely shade of angry red, and tears were flowing down her face from the incessant heat in her back side.
"Please stop Brent it hurts," she sobbed!
Her son Brent was going crazy on her, and she couldn't understand what had gotten into her 18 year old son. He was usually such a nice demure little fellow you hardly knew he was there. But now he was savagely spanking her ass and loving it.
"Why are you doing this Brent," she wailed loudly?
"I'm tired of you bullying dad and me around, tired of your bitching ball-busting ways," he told her!
"It was partially true she thought that she and Tom had been growing farther apart with the passing of time. They seldom had sex anymore; she just didn't feel the same way about him. He had once been such a dominant forceful man, but he had changed. Became soft, reserved, docile, and she couldn't love a man like that it was like sleeping with another woman!
