Rick stood at the foot of the bed, looking down on the sleeping woman. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were hastily put on and she reeked of alcohol. She was not a bad looking woman. Skin the color of cinnamon, tits that seemed to be bursting from her too tight blouse and the longest sexiest pair of thick heavy thighs that a black woman can have. Her short skirt had risen up around her waist in her tossing and turning and Rick looked between the open thighs at her shaved pussy. She didn't have any panties on.
The obvious evidence of sex was all over her. Her face had crusty cum stains on it. Her hair was matted with gobs of drying cum and her thighs were spotted with white patches of drying cum. She whimpered in her sleep. Normally, the sight of a near naked woman would have aroused him. After all, he was a 19-year-old male that loved the opposite sex. But the sight of this woman only caused him to become angry.
Rick watched as she jerked twice. The gagging sound, of her stomach about to erupt, was the only sound in the room. Grabbing her by her hair, Rick pushed her head off of the bed. Her stomach emptied it contents of liquor and fast food onto the floor. He had no sooner turned her over onto her back, than she let loose with another eruption.
The anger and disgust at seeing her helplessly being sick had reached the point of almost blind rage within him. "I'm so fuckin sick of watching you come in like this! What the fuck is wrong with you? How many guys did you let fuck you this time?"
His angry words seemed to stir the woman on the bed. She looked up at him in her drunken stupor and tried to get her eyes to focus. She seemed to recognize him finally. In her slurred speech, she answered him. But she was too drunk to see just how much pent up anger was within the young man.
"Jusssst who the fluck, do you thin you talkin to! I'm your fluckin mother and I aint takin that kind of talk from no half-grown bastard of mine! I'll fuck as many dicks as I want. You don't fuckin like it, get the fuck out!"
That was more than he could take. Rick went into a blind rage. "You bitch! I'm a bastard only cause you were out fuckin so many guys, you don't even know who my dad is."
Rick grabbed her by her long black hair and roughly pulled her off the bed. Deirdre cried out with pain as she fell onto the bare floor right into her own vomit. But Rick had not let her hair go and she was held at an awkward angle struggling to gain her footing.
"I told you the last time this happened, that if you came in again looking like a used whore, I would treat you like the stupid bitch you are." Before Deirdre could say another word in response, Rick pulled her up by her hair and threw her onto the bed. Deirdre turned her head in time to see him pulling the thick wide belt from his pants.
"What the fuck you gonna do with that? You think that you're man enough to whip me? Maybe after you try, you'll even want to stick your puny dick in me like some other men do. Come on, little boy! Show me how much of a real man you are."
Her words stopped him dead. Looking at the belt, like it was a snake in his hand, he dropped it to the floor. He couldn't believe that he was about to whip his own mother. He was so angry and disgusted with her he didn't know what he wanted to do.
He had tried to talk to her, reason with her. He even begged her to stop before she killed herself. But she would only tell him things to placate him, and then keep doing what she was doing. Rick turned and with tears running down his face at the thought of what he had almost done, he was about to leave the room.
"I thought so! You're not even man enough to spank a drunken woman. If you were a real man, I might just listen to you. But you're no better than some of those limp-dicked men that want to try and act like they know what they're doing when I fuck their balls off."
Something inside him snapped. Spinning around so fast that the laughter died in her throat, Rick grabbed up the belt. Deirdre had enough time to scream "no", before the first blow landed.
"I'm not man enough, you bitch?" Rick swung the belt with force behind it. The blow landed on the soft upper part of his mom's thigh. Deirdre screamed in pain.
"No Rick! I'm sorry! Don't!" But he was beyond hearing her pleas.
"So you let limp-dicked men whip your ass then fuck you?" Reaching down, Rick grabbed her skirt and ripped it from her body. Deirdre tried to grab the covers and cover herself, but the blows from the belt landed again and again. Curling herself into a ball, Deirdre tried to protect herself.
"I've had it with you! You're gonna finally learn that when I tell you not to do something I mean it!" Grabbing the silk material of her blouse, Rick ripped it from her, causing her ample tits to bounce free. She opened her mouth to scream, only to feel him shoving the material inside it.
Rick was a strong young man. He worked out regularly, and his construction job kept him firm and muscled. Try as she might, she was no match for his strength. Deirdre soon found she was tied face down on her own bed. Deirdre twisted and struggled but he had her tied firmly. The only thing that she was able to do was to push the gag from her mouth.
"Ricky! What the fuck do you think you're doing? Untie me this instant!"
Rick looked down at his now helpless mom. He could see the fear in her eyes and hear it in her voice. The laugh that came from his mouth sent a chill down his mother's spine.
"What's the matter mom? Surely you're not scared of me! I'm just another limp-dicked man. Remember?"
Deirdre watched as he doubled the thick belt. "Ricky please? I didn't mean those things. It was the alcohol talking. You're a good son. You've always taken good care of momma when she comes in like this."
Rick reached down and grabbed Deirdre by her hair, yanking her head back. The sudden pain caused her to cry out. "That's the fuckin trouble with you. You come in too drunk and fucked out to see how much it hurts me to see you like this. And by the time you're sober, you don't want to talk about it."
