Shauna Williams: Slut-Mommy Ch. 02

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Mary-Anne had joined us at our booth at the ‘Green Frog’ and was doing a damn fine impression of Shauna the slut-mommy confiding in her. The earnest expression and prudish stumblings over risque language were bang on.

“I mean, Cletus likes to, you know…put it in there.” She mimicked a delicate pointing to her rear.

It was like Shauna was in the cafe with us, except that Mary-Anne has bigger tits and that makes her better company.

When she had rang Pops to tell him Shauna had confided in her, he had told her to get her ass down to the ‘Green Frog’ on Friday and without a fucking bra.

To give credit to Mary-Anne she turned up ready to betray her best friend in a black mini-skirt and a pink off the shoulder top that exposed most of her huge cleavage. Mainly we call her ‘tits’ for two obvious reasons.

She leaned forward so that Pop’s and I got a full view of her giant sweater puppies dangling inside her top and then with a cute smile she acted out the whole conversation with Shauna, betraying her best friend’s intimate thoughts and giggling along with our interjections.

Getting to hear the shame and guilt mom felt around being spanked by her own son got my cock hard.

I moved next to ‘tits’ and guided her hand to my zipper underneath the yellow table-cloth.

‘Tits’ just gave me a saucy smile and taking out my hard cock, carried on her story as she jerked me.

Apparently poor Shauna just didn’t know what to do. Cletus had told her it was probably best to accept punishments from her son because it was probably like therapy for me after the divorce, but she just didn’t know.

She thought Cletus had been great, not blaming her for allowing herself to be spanked and showing such an understanding of what Bobby-Ray was going through.

I thrust my hard cock against ‘Tit’s’ grasp as she said my name.

Shauna had said that it wasn’t that she minded being punished and if that was really going to help Bobby-Ray then maybe she should do it.

She felt guilty for the divorce, but what choice had she had with Pop’s affairs.

This was too much for Pop’s: He sat on the other side of ‘tits’ so she could jerk him too as we got off on the slut-mommy’s private anxieties.

You see this is where Pop’s masterwork is pure gold. It’s like a mine that just coughs up misogyny gold even when we’re not working it.

We hadn’t done a damn thing since that night, but slut-mommy had gone right ahead and provided her own humiliation by confiding in Mary-Anne.

I mean Mary-Anne was even one of the fuck holes Pop’s had used during his marriage and she had even sucked me off a few times. The fact that Shauna the slut-mommy was too fucking dumb to even see how Mary-Anne betrayed her, and so just kept coming back for more, was fucking hilarious.

It made me so damn horny to think that mom was humiliating herself to her friends by her own choosing. ‘Tit’s impression was bang on, like I said, so we sat there having our cocks milked, picturing slut-mommy struggling to find words to express being spanked by her son and then her son finding cum dribbling out of her ass: Self-inflicted humiliation at its finest.

I think for both me and Pops an added delicacy was that ‘tits’ was so happy to betray Shauna and to work to get us off on Shauna’s humiliation.

I mean ‘tits’ was betraying her best friend’s confidence and her husband by stroking us off in the cafe. She was practically topless, and in a way her whole role was betraying her entire gender.

I grinned and told her to stroke faster.

‘Tits’ carried on with her imitation of Shauna:

Apparently the worst bit had been her son finding ‘Cletus’s ‘ejaculate’ dribbling out of her ass. It had made her feel cheap and dirty even though she had done nothing wrong. It did feel wrong that her son knew she had ‘you know, done it back there’.

Mary-Anne had backed up Cletus of course, suggesting I was finding a way to express all my confusion and anxiety after the divorce and if I was prepared to show Shauna what I needed it was probably best to go along with it for now, at least. She could always change her mind if things got out of hand.

And then Shauna the slut-mommy actually confided to Mary-Anne that I had made her eat the cum from her ass. The impression ‘tits’ did was fucking hilarious; whispered, squirmy and convoluted as Shauna had struggled to find terminology that didn’t just scream ‘slut-mommy’.

‘Tits’ had suggested I was just trying to help my mom feel how it was for a son to find cum up his mom’s ass. How the hell you say that with a straight face, I do not know.

I came to ‘Tit’s’ strokes as I pictured slut-mommy humiliating herself by telling her best friend her son had fed her cum from her own ass.

Like a good slut, ‘Tits’ cupped her hand to catch all my baby batter and I just nodded at her cherry pie. The fucking whore quite happily tipped my cum onto her cherry pie and did the same with pop’s cum a few minutes later.

As we sat watching the cock-socket eating amatör porno our cum and pie with her fork, Pops and I mined ‘tit’s’ information for any gold we could use.

You see that’s where Pop’s plan is so brilliant. Shauna the slut-mommy actually hands us the seeds of her own destruction every time she confides in Mary-Anne or Cletus.

Getting to watch Pop’s deduction and planning skills in operation sure was a treat:

“Listen up, champ; this is what I’m hearing: The cum bucket’s main concern is your well-being as her son. That’s her weak spot, bud. Add to that her guilt around the divorce and around you feeling rejected because of her ass-fucking lover man and you’ve got the dumb sausage glove right where you need her.”

It sure was a nice assessment of the facts; succinct, well deducted and with Pop’s usual flowery language to boot. I was impressed.

“What do you want me to do, Pops?”

“Well champ, I’d have that sit down with the fuck puppet and play the role of the loving son, tormented by what you saw, what you had to do and the trauma of your family break-up. Play it all reluctant like, as though none of this is of your causing; implied criticism, bud. That’s the ticket. Leave it to the fuck bag to guilt trip herself. She’s the one who will be facing her son after he found cum dribbling out of her ass; eh”

I nodded. ‘Tit’s’ was finished scoffing her pie, our cum and her shake. I pulled her top down to get a peak at those huge udders and she jiggled them for me.

“You can fuck off now.” I told her.

Me and Pop’s had plans to discuss. ‘Tits’ gave us a cute little wave, paid the bill like a good bitch, and left. Pop’s carried on.

“It’s like your pain inside is caused by your slut-mommy and the catharsis for your pain is somehow expressing itself in punishing slut-mommy fuck bag. It’s the maternal instinct you want to exploit, bud. That’s where it’s at. Grab it and drive it like a motherfucker.”

“Sure. I get all that Pops, but what are you after? What do you want her submitting to?”

“Hell bud, it’d be wrong for me as your Pops to just give you the answers all the time. You got to learn to think ‘blue sky’ here champ. Don’t see it as work, more as something to enjoy. You just got to keep asking yourself ‘is that really the most humiliation and degradation I can give to slut-mommy at this moment’ and you’ll be just fine. And don’t forget; Cletus and ‘tits’ will give you all the backing you need, working on cunt slop’s psyche however you need them to, bud.”

I sure did appreciate Pop’s having such faith in me, but I don’t mind telling you, it’s pretty daunting trying to fill the big guy’s boots.

Pops ripped his piece of foam from the seat and left. I ordered a coffee. I had thinking to do.

Now Pops is the mastermind of all this, but Cletus and I were main players and I really liked the idea of the two of us acting as opposing forces to explode slut-mommy’s mind like a zit.

Now, it was either some pretty good coffee I had right there in the ‘Green Frog’ or Pop’s sure has shown me a thing or to, because I had one sure-fire zit exploding plan by the end of that beverage y’all.

I won’t bore you with the details of my sit down with slut-mommy. It’s like Cletus says; you can only take so much of her dumb voice before you feel the need to silence her with a cock down her throat. Basically, you can’t go wrong if you follow Pop’s advice and slut-mommy bought all the guilt and blame implied.

It was quite hard trying to hide my throbbing cock as she apologized through her tears, but hell; I’m a soldier.

I let her cry for a while and then told her that spanking her had helped. I wish I could have filmed her gentle nod as she looked at me with her make-up running down her face, actually agreeing to her son spanking her. Pops would have loved it.

One line of absolute genius I just got to share was just after we had established that I would come up with a punishment regime. Slut-mommy had stopped crying and was looking at me with an affectionate gratitude, I guess for solving the situation.

“Just don’t have cum dribbling out of your ass when you’re around your son, mom.”

A line worthy of Pop’s respect, I feel.

Anyway following that I told slut-mommy I had some good news and laid on her the fictional pregnancy of Suzi, my current fuck bag. Slut-mommy hugged me and congratulated me like the gullible meat hole she is and I crushed her milk factories against my chest. Then I introduced a fable worthy of Aesop around how Suzi had been told by her GP to avoid breast feeding as she would be prone to Mastitis.

The cock sock fell for it hook, line and sinker and after an excruciating hour of feeling she had failed her son, she leaped at the chance to redeem herself as a surrogate breast feeding slut-mommy for my imaginary child.

Now, you may ask; why Bobby-Ray did you want your slut-mommy expressing milk?

Well, breast feeding is supposed to be one of the most intimate, personal and anal porno private acts a hump hole can do, right? On top of that it’s about the only use I’ve ever seen a woman have.

So combine the two and you’ve got an expression of womanhood right at its core. What better way to humiliate and degrade the slut-mommy than by having her slaving away, devoting hours to pumping her bloated sweater puppies, when there is absolutely no need.

By the way; Nobody’s saying tits are just for milk; I’m not some dumb asshole, obviously tits are so men will notice and fuck the useless sluts too. Goes without saying, but just saying.

The way I saw it, Shauna already had a difficult job, I did nothing around the house and she had just agreed to a punishment regime. If I could introduce a strict regime around pumping her milk factories every two to three hours she would be willingly working herself to the bone just for us to laugh at her humiliation.

I fully intended to devise the most humiliating milking process I could think of.

Add to that Cletus’s complaint that the slot pocket was a member of the ‘itty-bitty-titty-committee’ and expressing milk would blow up those fried eggs nicely. It was a win-win.

A week later Suzy and I called in on Shauna with piles of purchases for the milk factory to get busy with. She had the whole gamut of herbs, medication, industrial breast pumps, nipple pads and books for her to get busy.

I dumped the lot in the hallway as Suzy went to find the slut-mommy. She was in the kitchen sorting out a basket of washing and she congratulated Suzy. By the time I wandered through Suzy had made Shauna take off her sweater and top so that she was standing topless in her jeans.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were here, darling.” She said, covering her small fun bags with her naked arms. “Suzy was just going through how I should go about inducing my milk.”

I walked up to slut-mommy and yanked her arms down to her sides and then cruelly pinched both her nipples, yanking them upwards so that she stood on her tip-toes to reduce the tension in her stretched nipples.

“Suzi; these useless blobs need stretching. Make sure you add a nipple stretching course to your instructions.” I demanded, finally letting go of mom’s nipples with a vicious twist. She just stood there in her kitchen, topless with her sore nipples pointing out, reddened by my rough treatment.

I left it to slut-mommy’s dumb brain to justify the actions of her ‘hurting’ son. Fuck, I didn’t even need to make excuses, she found them for me.

Suzi did a good job instructing slut-mommy in her duties and over the next few months we would call in to check that she was following her instructions. Suzy would have her demonstrate in front of us both how she was massaging her tits and nipples to encourage breast milk.

She looked embarrassed and ridiculous standing topless before us and pumping her extended nipples for our approval.

As she stood pumping her breasts, Suzi and I would sip our coffee and check her medication administration sheet to make sure Shauna was taking the maximum supplements she could.

It was around this time that I introduced the cane. I didn’t think the bitch was suffering enough.

It was a Saturday evening and Suzy and I were lying on Shauna’s sofa as she knelt on the floor and demonstrated her milking techniques. Her breasts had begun to swell by this point and her nipples were becoming much more elongated thanks to the system of weights Suzi was overseeing.

I let slut-mommy practice milking her tits for an hour and then told her it was time for her punishment.

Already topless, she obediently pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles, her middle-aged body was fully exposed to me and Suzi.

“Gross.” Suzi commented, just for the added humiliation.

“I do not think it is appropriate for a son to make contact with his own mom’s naked ass.”

I told her as she stood vulnerable and naked, hands on her knees and her ass pushed out.

“Pops says he used to spank you and it made you horny. Is that true?”

“Sometimes.” Slut-mommy confessed quietly. Suzi giggled at her humiliation.

“Dang, mom. It’s bad enough having to worry about whether you have cum up your ass without worrying if I’m turning you on.”

I told her to shut up when she protested and made her spread her ass cheeks. I prodded her exposed ass hole with the cane.

“At least you’ve managed to refrain from being ass fucked so far today.”

“Maybe she just showered.” Suzi suggested, browsing through a magazine and raising one eyebrow at me.

“Like I said; I have decided it is not appropriate to make contact with your ass directly, so instead I’m going to cane your ass. Hands on your head. They do not move.”

Slut-mommy obeyed and I positioned myself where I could best swipe the cane through the air and against the flesh of her naked buttocks.

The first hit sliced across both of her ass cheeks instantly leaving a red welt slashed anal breakers porno across her pale flesh.

She screamed but managed to keep her position.

What followed was a most amusing display of resilience, tears, submission and pain.

Shauna the slut-mommy stood in her lounge, her hands on her head for one hour as I caned her naked ass and upper thighs fifty times.

After the first twenty strokes her pale flesh was crisscrossed with angry welts and there were little spots of blood where I had hit the same part a little too much.

Her right leg trembled and spasmed with the pain as she waited or the next stroke.

I took my time, letting slut-mommy react to the sudden impact of each stroke against her delicate flesh, enjoying her screams and stomping feet as she struggled to absorb the pain.

Then I waited, letting her breathing slow again, letting her become aware of her humiliating performance in front of her son and his young cock socket.

The juxtaposition between Suzi and slut-mommy was exquisite: Suzi’s Saturday comprised of sipping hot coffee on the sofa, idly fingering through a magazine and laughing at the distress of her mother-in-law.

Shauna’s Saturday was a huge struggle against the limits of her endurance as she sweated, screamed, begged, stomped and tried to fortify herself to be strong enough to take her punishment. It was quite the performance and a perfectly humiliating ordeal.

Once she had taken all fifty strokes, Suzi guided slut-mommy over to the sofa and had her lie over her knee. Suzi gently massaged salve into slut-mommy’s welted ass and thighs as she soothed her.

“You did really well, Shauna. Fifty strokes of the cane is something to be reckoned with.” Suzi cooed, rubbing in the cream and smirking at Shauna’s quiet sobs.

This part was just another part of the zit popping mind explosion I was aiming for.

We had already established the need for punishment based on guilt and now I wanted Shauna to accept comfort from a Suzi, to nurture an almost obedient gratitude in slut-mommy for the caring approach Suzi was pretending to adopt.

Once she had rubbed the salve into slut-mommy’s ass, Suzi adopted a warm, caring tone.

“Shauna, I don’t think it’s likely you’ll be sitting down for a little while. But if you kneel between my legs I can get on with your nipple stretching; but only if you’re up to it.”

I gave slut-mommy a stern glance to let her know what was expected.

Suzi even dressed slut-mommy in her bathrobe as a pretense at caring about her dignity and then guided her to kneel with her back to Suzi, between her legs.

Suzi gently pulled open the bathrobe to expose Shauna’s swelling breasts and began pulling on both of her nipples, squeezing and stretching them further out.

One of the delicacies in this arrangement was the indignity for a middle-aged woman to have to be exposed in front of a younger woman and have her body manipulated by the younger woman as though she was too stupid to manage it herself.

It was all part of nurturing Shauna’s gratitude and dependency on Suzi.

Suzi was pretty relentless in her manipulation of slut-mommy’s nipples and spent an hour pinching and pulling on her nipples, winking at me when Shauna let out a particularly loud cry or wince.

It was mid-afternoon by the time we left slut-mommy to tidy up and she stood waving in the doorway, her aching body hidden under her bathrobe.

Now like I said earlier I really liked the idea of me and Cletus acting as opposing forces to explode slut-mommy’s mind like a zit.

The way I saw it, I had the dumb cunt feeling crushing guilt and shame for damaging her son. Her salvation lay through accepting punishments and lactating for my fictional child. All well and good, but we needed the pressure from the other side to really make the slut pop.

Cletus was seeing the slut-mommy that night and so I met up with him at the ‘Green Frog’. He was real impressed when I told him my new word for Pop’s master plan: Slut popping.

Cletus had a double role to perform if all of this was going to work. First of all he had to comfort slut-mommy about her sore nipples and welted ass. We decided in addition to some sensitive emotional support, Cletus might as well throw in that he found her caned ass and extended nipples sexy: Nothing like a double incentive to get a slut working. So that was his first role; to endorse and normalize the cock socket’s submission to punishment and offer a kind of praise too.

Now the second part was to create a visible sign of Shauna being a slut. This was so I could pretend to be disgusted and shame her for being a slut-mommy.

You see if we could escalate the punishments and the guilt, the dependencies and reliance’s the plan could really work.

I was aiming for increased guilt and shame caused by my disapproval of her sexual behavior at the same time that Cletus would be pressurizing her to explore more deviant sexual behavior.

I wanted the cum cup desperate to please me and desperate to please Cletus with us both demanding opposites.

The idea was that slut-mommy ran the gauntlet of increased punishments and increasingly humiliating sex acts as she tried hopelessly to please her son and her new lover.

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