16 comments/ 65291 views/ 44 favorites Shauna Williams: Slut-Mommy Ch. 01 By: Wank_Gough Ever since my parents got divorced I've met Pops at the 'Green Frog Café' most Fridays for a strawberry shake and a slice of cherry pie. It's kind of become a tradition between us and we have our favorite booth where we like to sit. Pop's made a split in the plastic seat cover years ago and every time we meet up he rips out a piece of the foam to take home. He keeps them in a bowl as a 'record of the mile'. I was brought up by my mom following their divorce and I still live with her now, even though I'm twenty-one but I much prefer the chats with Pops at the 'Green Frog Café. Last Friday I was slightly late and Pops already had our booth with the shakes and pieces of pie just sitting waiting for me on the yellow plastic table cloth. I realized something was up the moment I sat down because Pops ignored my 'Hi' and sat with his elbows on the yellow table cloth, his hands supporting his chin. When his eyes met mine they were stern. "Listen up, young man, because I'm only going to say this once. You have been acting more and more disrespectfully towards your mom lately. She's so near to cracking she's even asked me to have a word with you. She was in tears over the phone telling me about how you snap and swear at her, make ungrateful demands all the time and never help her out. She feels like you treat her more like a servant than the woman who raised you. Take that other morning when I had called in to pick you up; I was walking past your mother in the kitchen, commenting on how fat her ass looks, when you just wandered in with a 'Hi Pops' and demanded that she make us both pancakes. I mean you just gave your mom an order and actually expected her to drop everything to slave over a griddle for you that very instant." I was kind of stunned and surprised by Pop's manner towards me. I mean it's always felt like we were equal, like buddies or like I was his side-kick and this outburst was so uncharacteristic of the old man. If it had been mom, I'd have just ignored her and asked her if she had the painters in, but seeing Pops like this, I kind of felt bad. He hadn't finished either, so I watched a piece of cherry pie moving around my plate as I pushed it with the fork and waited for the old man to finish. "When I heard those words come out of my own son's mouth, I couldn't believe my ears and then having to stand there and watch your mom actually get out the griddle and obey you; well, son, it made my fucking cock rock hard!" When I looked up he was grinning stupidly and he punched me jokingly in the arm. "Got you there champ. Listen bud; It was obvious that you have no more respect for your mom than I do, and you've really picked up on some of the ways I used to make her feel like dog shit. Honestly, bud; respect. I could've hugged you when she held out the fresh pancakes and you walked off and let her waddle along with the plate after you. Just class, bud." I was scooping big pieces of the pie into my mouth and grinning at Pops so he could see I appreciated what he was saying. Damn that pie was good and I was pleased Pops had a lot to say so I could focus on my pie for a while. "See, watching you act as though you have the right to make constant demands on her time without the least bit of thanks made me realize just how much of a chip off the old block you really are champ. Hell I've seen you pointing out her minor mistakes, grading her cooking and putting down her opinions. I mean, seriously bud; do you think you're better than her just because she's a doting mom who'll do anything you ask?" I looked up and saw Pop was serious and actually wanted a reply. "Guess so, Pops." I mumbled through a mouthful of pie and he swatted me on the back, nearly making me choke. "Hell, champ. Then have I got a proposition for you. You see watching my own flesh and blood talk to his mom the way you do, not giving a monkey's ass about her feelings, and then your mom ringing me in tears because of the way you've made her feel, well, it just made me horny as a bullfrog, bud. I swear to god I was jerking the old trouser snake as your mom cried over the phone; it was better than any sex phone line you could ever show me, bud." Pops was on a role, all worked up about his proposal so I sat back against the panel of our booth and sipped my shake and listened. "Now, I want you to think real long and hard about the way you've been acting. You understand me, bud? I don't want you just shaking this conversation off, because I'm real serious here. Do you want to be the kind of guy who corrects his own mother and makes her feel stupid? You want to be the kind of guy who completely ignores his mom when she asks about your day, just because she's not worth answering?" Pop's questions were being fired off so quickly, I figured they must be rhetorical and so I just let him roll on. "You want to be the kind of guy who just expects his mom to pick up after him while all you do is tell her she's out of shape and looking tired? I mean, if that's the kind of son you want to be then sure, I'm hell a proud that I brought you up to denigrate your mom and that's all swell, champ, but, and this is the prize turkey, right here: Wouldn't you rather become a master of humiliation and insults and join your old man in his masterwork; the destruction of Shauna Williams; desperate divorcee, your mom and all round useless cunt." I thought about it for a while as Pop's finally shut up long enough to eat some of his pie. It sure was an interesting proposition. I mean, Shauna had spent twenty years doting on her baby boy and just like Pops I sure had taken it for granted. But that was just plain living, what Pop's was proposing was like a design project, a kind of planned destruction of Shauna, my mom. Now, in theory Pop's idea sounded kind of interesting and I sure liked the idea of bonding with Pops over his project and I could see how I was ideally placed to see the project through. I mean, I lived with the dumb sow and she doted on me with motherly devotion and did everything I asked of her. She would never believe her own son would betray her and that made me Pop's ideal recruit geographically, by societal role and for my personal belief systems that pop's had taught me. But the thing was that Shauna was dating Pop's buddy Cletus and that meant all sorts of complications like Cletus supporting Shauna or hell; I could even get booted onto the street. I figured it wasn't the right time due to Cletus being on the scene and that's what I told Pops. "Aw, Bud!" Pop's said, looking hurt. "You really think so little of your old man? Do you really think your mom had a choice in who's spurting his baby batter up her cock-socket? Hell a no, champ: Once the divorce was through Cletus reckoned he wouldn't mind a pop at Shauna's meat hole so we planned it real nice, like. Hell, I schooled Cletus on her favorite places to eat, her dumb romantic comedies, ever fucking thing bud. I even told him how to make the bitch cum, what made her cunt drool like kitty litter; the whole shebang bud. Did you think their meeting up was coincidence? Hell no, we had it all planned out. We knew she'd be uncomfortable at the party feeling all single amongst all those couples, just sitting ripe for Cletus to take a bite. We even had Cletus armed with a nice little tale about how I had betrayed him, you know just for the empathic approach and all. It's been a god darn trip, champ. I know Shauna's going to take it up the ass before she fucking does. How? Because me and Cletus fucking plan it, bud. I had Cletus stretch out your mom's ass the other week just because I was giving her a lift the next day and I wanted to see her wincing as I drove over the speed bumps. I'm telling you, son; the rewards are fucking endless." I had to hand it to Pop's; he had some moves on him. Orchestrating mom's seduction by Cletus sure was a smart move and I guess it gave me confidence in his ability to pull this off. If he could have Shauna tricked into thinking she was in a loving relationship, all the while having her sex life dictated by her ex-husband without her knowing, I figured this had potential. I kind of admired the audacity of Pop's approach too; it was making misogyny an art, like sculpture or painting, only the raw material was Shauna Williams and the work of art transformation from a respectable single mom to some kind of ruined slut. Coming up with recruiting her own son against her was genius. To be honest, I was kind of in awe of Pop's creative genius. I held my palms out in supplication. "What you want me to do, Pops?" "You're a life saver, champ." Pop's said, smacking me on the arm, yet again. He ordered a celebratory round of strawberry shakes, including one for Cletus and excitedly invited Cletus down, telling him how proud he was of me on the phone. "It's been getting harder to destroy the sausage wallet, bud and that's why we really hoped you would come on board. I mean the meat crease has learnt to pay bills, got a social life and even a fucking career. When I was married to the bitch I had her so damn dependent on me she practically had to ask if she should take a shit. It breaks a guy's heart to watch his work being undone, bud. Sure, I had the guys hit on her when she kicked me out, just to remind her she was available cunt meat again, but you know what the pious bitch is like. That's why I had to develop the plan with Cletus and to be honest bud, that's the only headway we've made." "Sausage wallet, meat crease, cunt meat; you're a fucking poet, Pops." I told him, but joking aside I could feel the venom and frustration in Pop's voice and I truly could understand his anguish. You see mom, or rather Shauna Williams, was a prize choice for Pop's talents: Brought up on a farm, Shauna was the naïve daughter who believed in a knight in shining armor, chivalry and honor. What a wonderful world, right? Pop's took her for what she was; a gullible pound cake who was traditional enough to see her wifely duties as making sure Pop's was okay. Looking at the wedding photographs, mom looks quite pretty and I'm sure sometimes Pop's enjoyed dipping his cock in her fat rabbit, but she was so homely, wholesome and kind hearted that obviously Pop's was going to stray. Over our many shakes together at the 'Green Frog', Pop's has shared a whole lot of the situation and I kind of feel sorry for him really. You see Pop's figured he had the whole thing sewn up; a dutiful, trusting innocent wife to clean his house, bring up his kids and occasionally spread her thighs when he couldn't be bothered to jerk himself off. Pop's just kind of assumed that Shauna would either never suspect his affairs, or at the very least, stand by her man when she found out. But she didn't. She found a bobby pin under the bed that belonged to a tasty little slut Pop's was fucking called Sue-Ellen. (She was the first woman to suck me off, but that's another story.) Shauna threw him out and divorced him. Now, Pop's had never expected Shauna to divorce him, I mean he was still parking his penis in her sometimes, providing for the family and fulfilling his role. Mom wouldn't listen to reason and so she destroyed our family. Now even though I continued to treat her like the fuck pig she deserves; Pop's is right that she has empowered herself, getting a career and a new circle of friends and the one single aspect about Shauna Williams that makes Pop's so mad and makes her such a good choice for his master work is this: Shauna Williams is such a nice, pleasant person. She doesn't sleep around, she was the dutiful little housewife, she is earnest, caring and devoted to her family. She is even the injured partner; Pop's being the bad unfaithful husband and Shauna the betrayed dutiful wife. You see, there wouldn't be the same buzz destroying some meat locker that wasn't so innocent and nice. I mean the raw material just wouldn't be top draw. Plus you've got to respect all the work Pop's had put in to degrading her subtly over the years and his current genius of having Cletus parking in her salami garage. That's a good example right there; If mom was a slut having her mommy pie pounded by Cletus just wouldn't give Pop's the same sadistic pleasure. It's the fact that Shauna has only slept with Pop's before Cletus that gives the plan its exquisite charm. It's in the knowing that Shauna thinks she is making love as Cletus just uses her as a spunk pot, and even better is the fact that Pops can have her anally fucked on request. The level of betrayal alone is sublime. I sure was proud of Pops. The difference between Cletus; the guy in the café, and Cletus; Shauna's new man was hilarious. Sitting down opposite me, he said; "So you're going to help the master plan, huh? Good for you, your sperm shack of a mother sure deserves it." "Didn't you tell my 'sperm shack' mother that you loved her this morning?" I asked sardonically. Cletus grinned. "Sure did. Ploughed the bitch ditch, swapped holes, shot my load up her ass and told her I love her. You got a problem with that?" "Yeah. No ass to mouth." The three of us were going to get on just fine. I found out that all the time Pops was having affairs he had made sure all of their friends had known. Some of them had even gone on double-dates and let Pop's stay over with his latest slut. It was kind of cool to think that mom would have been slaving away at home, trying to get me to sleep or something, whilst all her friends were helping Pops get laid with other women. I know I didn't intentionally support Shauna's betrayal, but it was nice to know I had played a role never the less. Introducing Cletus was the only move Pops had been able to make since being booted onto the sidewalk, and good though it was, these guys really needed the intervention of the prodigal son. Talking it through, we sure did have an ideal set up. My role was to begin dominating mom and Pops gave me some pretty good pointers on where to begin. Cletus was to keep up the role of the 'caring boyfriend' and give Shauna a shoulder to cry on about her bad son. The best part about that was that mom crying about her degradation would act as an aphrodisiac for Cletus and so it would be the fact that she had been degraded that made her worth fucking to Cletus. It was a strange kind of thing that was going on and as we chatted I realized the subtlety of Pop's genius: Mom was betraying herself. It would all be consensual. She didn't have to put up with my dominating her, but she most likely would out of some misplaced maternal instinct and love for her son. She didn't have to date Cletus, but she chose to because she was too dumb to spot Pop's master plan. Cletus got to use the cock eater and Pop's got the pleasure of knowing Shauna was being used, and the best bit was Shauna was actually allowing it. She didn't have to tell Cletus about how badly I treated her, but she most likely would because she chose to have his support. So she would actually be turning her boyfriend on with stories of her own degradation, just not with any awareness. Pop's plan was simply incredible. He had Shauna happily and voluntarily choosing her own destruction as she watched. What a guy my old man was. It turned out that he even had Shauna's closest friend, Mary-Anne in on the game, so that even Shauna's girl-to-girl chats would propagate her destruction. If all of those aspects weren't enough to convince me of Pop's genius, the other perks to this set up sure did. Pop's planned to devise humiliations for Shauna and the main instigators would be me and Cletus. But with me living in the house, Pops now had eyes and ears to enjoy the humiliations and even more exquisite; Pop's had access to Shauna's closest confidents so not only would we know how she felt, but she would actually be providing the information we needed to humiliate her even more. Shauna Williams was going to destroy herself unwittingly and voluntarily and we would just guide her dumb ass in the right direction. My first planned humiliation of mom happened that same evening as I sure was pumped to see Pop's plan work. Cletus was staying over and we planned it so he would have cum up mom's ass minutes before I would bang on the front door, hollering because I had forgotten my key. If our timing was off, Cletus would cuddle the fuck bucket until I arrived. It worked a treat, Shauna answering the door with her bath robe clutched shut. "Did you forget your key, honey?" She asked, smiling. "How fucking long does it take to answer the fucking door, you lazy cunt!" Before she could answer me I grabbed her bathrobe and dragged her into the living room. Sitting down I yanked her bath robe hard so that she toppled against my legs and I could pull her over my knees. Mom was face down over my knees, her arms outstretched to keep her balance as her naked legs kicked in the air. I used one arm to steady her waist and used my free hand to hitch up her bathrobe until her splayed thighs and naked ass were fully exposed. "Stop fucking struggling! Keep still." I demanded and the room went still and silent. I could hear mom's heavy breathing from her exertion and feel her warm body breathing in and out on my knees. Mom's hair was fallen over her face so I couldn't see her expression as she lay prostrate and obedient, but her naked ass was fully exposed to her own son. Pops had said that the best way to make Shauna obey was to take sudden charge and demand her obedience. He reckoned by not giving her time to think, she was placed in a position of submission before she knew it, and then her submissive nature would make her likely to accept it. Pops had done this to her before and she had ended up aroused by his dominance. You see, all this inside information Pop's had kind of made his plan so easy to implement. But the thing Pop's wanted here wasn't just that Shauna got spanked by her son; that wasn't humiliating enough. She had to consent to it, to want it to happen; to betray herself. It was kind of cool watching Pop's plan play out and wandering if Shauna would comply with Pop's expectations. In the silence of the room I let Shauna listen to her own fast breathing as her blood rushed to her head. I could feel her tension as she waited, exposed and vulnerable for what her son would do. "I've had enough of your bullshit, mom." I told her in a deliberate and slow tone. "You don't clean up properly, you drink too much and you behave like a dog garn whore with that man you are seeing. You've changed; you act like your own son doesn't matter to you!" None of this was particularly true, but Pop's reckoned guilt was an important in making mom accept her punishments. She had slightly neglected the house since taking on extra hours at work, but usually it was immaculate. What Pop's reckoned was that Shauna was hardwired to almost look to agree with what I was saying. It was kind of like using the fact she knew she had slipped a bit with the housework to expound her guilt and therefore her submission. It was because mom was so caring and unselfish that this approach worked. You simply accused her of being uncaring and selfish and because she hated these traits so much, she accepted her guilt. It was almost too easy and that's why she is the perfect choice for Pop's master work. Using the fact she had started enjoying a glass of wine when Cletus was round and having her son state he felt he was having to compete for her attention with her lover was Pop's idea too. Bringing in her sexual behavior, Pop's reckoned would shame her because she was so prudish anyway. It all worked. I heard her whisper "I'm sorry" and I let her words hang in the air a while. Shauna Williams: Slut-Mommy Ch. 01 It was like Pops knew about all this latent potential within Shauna to be a slut-mommy. "I'm going to spank you mom." I felt her body tense, but she made no movement to get away. "But I need to know you understand this is what you deserve. I need you to ask me to spank you." There was a prolonged silence and I wandered if Pop's might have pushed the envelope a little too soon with this charade until I heard mom's whispering voice. "Please spank me." We can be such creatures of little faith. I should trust Pop's more I decided. "Pardon?" "Please spank me." Mom repeated louder. "Please, but Cletus is upstairs, honey. I don't want him to hear." This was perfect; Shauna's ex-husband, my pops, had used his intimate knowledge of her to get her into a position of begging to be spanked by her own son and here she was worried that her lover would hear when her lover was part of the plan. I could feel my cock growing hard against mom's belly. I ran my hand gently over mom's ample naked ass and I felt her buttocks clench in anticipation. Then raising my hand up I spanked my mom's ass for the first time. Her pale ass cheeks wobbled with the impact and she gasped. The force of the slap pushed her body against my erection and it felt marvelous. Her left buttock had a red hand print where I had made contact. Shauna just lay obediently across my lap, waiting for her punishment. I hit her ass again, watching it wobble and thrusting my erection against her belly. Again and again I brought my hand down upon her exposed naked ass until both cheeks were glowing red and emitting a lot of heat. When I stopped, mom was quietly sobbing and the way her belly contracted with each sob, nearly made me cum. I ran my hand reassuringly over her swollen buttocks, enjoying the feel of her tenderized flesh. "Say thank you." She did and now was the final touch of Pop's plan. We had taken Shauna from being a normal single mom to lying with her ass exposed to her son, sobbing from the pain of a spanking. But Pop's wanted Shauna to feel much more humiliation and shame than this. I stroked the swollen flesh of her ass as I spoke. "Mom, you have to understand how it feels for your own son to have to watch his mom whore herself to this guy." She tried to get up, her instinct to reassure me kicking in, just as Pops said it would. "Uh-uh! Your ass stays there until we're done." "Oh darling, I really haven't meant to hurt you." She babbled from where her head dangled above the carpet. "Cletus and I are in a loving relationship, it's not about...erm...anything bad, and you will always come first, my pet." I couldn't help humping my straining cock against mom's belly at her words. I mean here she was with her naked ass smarting and stinging from my hand, trying to reassure her son about a situation we had orchestrated. "Do you promise mom, promise it's nothing you know, like exploitative or, bad in any way, that it's loving and caring. I, I just want you to be okay, you know?" I had to lay it on thick for Pop's finale to really work. "I promise honey, it's sweet that you care, but Cletus is really good to me honey." "Does he respect you, mom?" This was the moment: I slid my hand over mom's tender ass one more time and as she told me how Cletus respected her, I exerted a little pressure so that her ass cheeks parted and I let my finger trail through a pool of Cletus's cum that had dribbled from her ass. At the same time I couldn't help thrusting into her belly and I came in my jeans, humping against mom's belly as she suddenly tried to wriggle off my knees onto the floor. She just stood staring at me. She looked distraught, her tears drying on her face and her hair all mussed up from hanging upside down. She could not hold my stare and ran from the room saying "I'm sorry." I caught her at the bottom of the stairs and swung her round. She stood with her head down, avoiding my stare and I pushed my hand between her thighs until my finger found her slimy ass hole. I scooped some of Cletus's cum from around her slimy ass and offered it to her mouth. I was genuinely shocked when she obediently opened her mouth and I wiped his cum against her tongue. "We'll talk about this another time. Slut-mommy!" I told her sternly and the title 'Shauna the slut-mommy' has kind of stuck ever since. We got the rest of the story from Cletus when we all met up at the 'Green Frog.' Shauna the slut-mommy had slipped back into bed and cuddled into Cletus. Cletus of course, had been listening to her getting spanked anyway. He played the doting boyfriend, asking her what was wrong until Shauna the slut-mommy confessed to being spanked by her own son. What was brilliant about this whole set up was that Pop's had it so that we even found out how Shauna the slut-mommy felt so we could build on it. Shauna must be truly submissive because what she told Cletus was that she felt so guilty for making me feel rejected. She even saw me spanking her as the last vestige of a desperate son driven to desperate measures by the neglect of his mother. I think the divorce kind of gives me carte blanche to behave as terribly as I want towards the slut-mommy and she will find a reason to excuse me. Cletus even had the dumb slut convinced I had fed her cum from her own ass because of my repulsion at her slutty behaviour. You have to hand it to Pops for thinking of recruiting me in the first place. Slut-mommy even hoped that spanking her had made me feel better and she was glad she knew how I felt so she could try harder. Slut-mommy had been appalled at her own son finding her recently fucked ass leaking cum and there we had the foundations for our future work. Slut-mommy was developing a nice guilt complex around her sexuality that was exacerbated whenever her son was around. Man, this access to pillow talk was a dog garn gold mine. Obviously Cletus comforted her and said it would probably help me a whole load if she let me punish her. We decided Cletus should try and push the slut-mommy to try more perverted sexual acts at the same time that I would berate her for being a slut. It would be like bursting a zit. Hearing Shauna the slut-mommy telling him all about her son spanking her and finding the cum dribbling from her ass, obviously had made Cletus hard. He had gently guided her head down to his erect cock and had lay back grinning like a Cheshire cat as he remembered my comment about her needing some ass-to-mouth action. You just got to respect a guy who can get his ass flavoured cock sucked as part of consoling a bitch. In one night we had moved Shauna Williams from divorcee and single mom to the slut-mommy who got spanked by her son, got fucked up the ass, performed ass-to-mouth and had brought her boyfriend off in her ass and her mouth. Not only that she had brought her own son off on her belly. It sounded as though Shauna the slut mommy hadn't realized I'd shot my load in my jeans whilst humping her belly but every other aspect she had actually endorsed. Pops sure is a genius; I get that planting Cletus as her boyfriend was a long term investment and the divorce took a while too, but Pop's sure has laid the foundations for things to move quickly now. We achieved quite a lot in one night, I feel. When me and slut-mommy have our next little chin wag the plan is I tell her that my girlfriend is pregnant. Yeah; great she's going to be a grandmother, but the catch is that for whatever excuse I think up, we want her to produce breast milk in preparation for the imaginary child. Why? Just for the shits and giggles. Breast feeding is one of the most intimate acts a woman can do. So having Shauna the slut-mommy working around her busy schedule to pump milk from her udders just because her son says he needs her to, well that's just more wank fodder for Pop's, Cletus and I. Shauna Williams: Slut-Mommy Ch. 02 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 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 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 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. 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. Shauna Williams: Slut-Mommy Ch. 03 Being involved with Pops and Cletus in Pop's masterwork was a real honor, but the bit I dug the most was when it was just me and Pops because that's when he would pass on what I liked to call 'Pop's pearls'. You see Cletus was a dang fine misogynist in his own right and he did have moments of true inspiration. Like convincing Shauna to stretch her cunt flaps. To do that he went through a few weeks of burping the worm right before getting into bed and then let slut-mommy try and bob on his knob. Cletus let her feel like she couldn't arouse him and then used her sense of failure to suggest that maybe if she stretched her piss flaps she would be sexier for him. He backed it up too, showing her articles about labia stretching being linked to attractiveness and all, but here's the thing; sure it worked and mom's spending an hour a day with weights dangling from her stench trench, and Cletus is happily parking the penis again, but that's just it; for Cletus it's ultimately just about getting laid. Pop's is all about the beautiful art of misogyny, the beauty of intent behind the actions, not the vulgar end product of getting the old sucky fucky and it was at our booth in the 'Green Frog Cafe' that Pop's would share his pearls of wisdom with me. It was our usual Friday get together at the cafe. The yellow table cloth was clean, the sun was shining, the cherries in the pie were particularly fresh and tasty and Pops was on top form to boot. "You see champ, you got to keep your eye on the big picture, apply the formula." "Uh-huh." I nodded, chomping on the delicious pie. "Guilt as a mother + shame as a slut = slut-mommy. You apply that formula and you get to play God, bud." "Sure, Pops." "Listen up, bud. I'm only going to tell you this once. Don't make the same mistake Cletus has. He had potential, he could have been one of the greats, but he got distracted, sloppy. Took his eye off the big picture. He's traded the true art for the empty satisfaction of a hot beef injection now and then and, hell son, it would break my heart if that happened to you. You got to stay smart, see?" I glanced up from my pie and acknowledged Pops gesture as he tapped the side of his head. "Uh-huh." The pie sure was a triumph this morning. I decided I would get mom to start baking pies like this. "You got to play the long game bud. The divorce was a god-send, but even prior to that I was subtly undermining and devaluing your mom. You know, just little things like making jibes about her weight or mocking her for her opinions. The divorce was just the crow bar to jemmy her insecurities wide open, but I was doing just fine before that." "Sure you were, Pops." "But the bit I was never going to get was her feeling slut shamed. I mean your mom was just one caring, devoted wife. She didn't have eyes for anyone else and no interest in expanding our sex life. It was all about the love making for Shauna." "No wonder you fucked about, Pops." "Damn right son. The dumb stay at home goody-two-shoes bitch practically invited me to cheat on her. I mean some bottle-blonde bar fly in a tight skirt and titties hanging out, or going home to little miss perfect. Hell bud, what you going to do? But I'm getting off point, champ. The formula's the key and if I'm honest bud, even I didn't see it until all the parts came together. Cletus wanted to hide the salami with Shauna, fine; that was an opportunity to degrade the slut. But that's when it clicked; the playing God part, right. I mean with the years of listening to the cock socket mouthing off I knew exactly what triggers Cletus needed to press to seduce the dumb sow. She had no choice really champ. I knew her emotional vulnerability around the divorce, what turned her on, what her needs were; hell I could write a guide on 'how to hump Shauna Williams in two dates'. I might too." "Pops; you can't write!" "Don't be a smart-ass. Now, it was mighty fine being able to direct my ex-wife's sex life. I wanted her ass fucked; I got it. I wanted her face 'accidentally' pushed against the wall; I got it. But the whole plan was limited until you showed up, bud. You were the final piece of the puzzle, the final part of the formula. You see? Guilt as a mother + shame as a slut = slut-mommy. You got to have the opposing forces working on the cum rag at the same time. You invest in keeping those forces applied and you get to play God, have the dumb slut doing anything and everything you want." "Like bursting a zit, I get it already, jeez." To be honest it wasn't fair of me to be so flippant; sure Pops could go on a bit, but hell, that formula of his was pure gold. He was only trying to make sure I developed my potential and he was right; Cletus had taken his eye off the ball. I bought a round of shakes to show my appreciation. I mean the old man is the general, the Caesar. Me and Cletus are just the soldiers. Hell, who am I kidding; Cletus is just the cock Pops is using to hate fuck the slut-mommy. But me, I'm the prodigal son and like it or not I had a duty to make Pops proud. So taking Pop's pearl; Guilt as a mother + shame as a slut = slut-mommy, I got to work. Now, the key to using Pop's formula from where we were at was to switch it around so that it read; 'shame as a slut + guilt as a mother = slut-mommy. See what I needed to do is have Cletus involve her in some intimate, trusting love-making that made slut-mommy feel secure enough to try something humiliating. Then we'd time it so that I walk in and get traumatized by my mom's slutty behavior and hey presto: shame as a slut + guilt as a mother = yet more humiliation and degradation for the slut-mommy as I play God. Now, the outcome I wanted was for slut-mommy to begin dressing like a dumb bimbo for her caning sessions, not force her to, but for her to accept it as right because she is a slut-mommy. But Bobby-Ray, can you achieve that? Isn't that like playing God? Hell a true it is, but Pop's golden formula really does allow me to play God. Mom's milk factories had grown two cup sizes and Suzi had her pumping those udders every two hours. She even made her a spreadsheet she had to fill in every time she expressed her milk. It had become normal over the past few weeks for mom to sit topless in her jeans next to me on the sofa and massage her bloated breasts as she spurted those little jets of milk into a plastic tray. One night as she was milking her left bazooma I told her I was going away with Suzi for a romantic weekend. And lo and behold; Cletus did come a calling on his mobile phone and did make romantic cooings and offerings of love making shortly after. (Bobby-Ray, you just got to stop this God thing going too far.) So basically Shauna, the prim and proper divorcee is looking forward to a nice romantic weekend with her caring and sensitive lover, Cletus. Slut-mommy's naivety and trust is truly astounding: "Mom; you didn't open the door quick enough. You should be spanked." "Okay son." "Mom; you have cum up your ass. You should be punished for being a slut." "Okay son." "Mom; your going to be a grand mother. Get milking your udders." "Okay son." "Mom; spanking is to intimate. Instead I'm going to cane your ass." "Okay son." "You'll be way sexier if you yank on your piss flaps for an hour a day." "Okay honey." Hell, I know it wasn't as simple as all that, but Pop's golden formula sure does make Shauna behave like a slut-mommy so easily. Anyway, I buggered off for the weekend, allegedly, and handsome and suave, charming lover man Cletus arrived with the obligatory flowers, chocolates and charm. A couple of bottles of wine later and in the safe and candle-lit glow of her lounge, Cletus persuaded Shauna to dress up for him in a sexy pink Bo-peep outfit and dance for him. Cletus's comment was that it was like watching a sow rutting with a rosette on, but when I finally interrupted the evening I thought Shauna looked quite the milf. From Shauna's gullible point of view, I guess she was dancing for her man; an intimate act of love and expression of her sexuality in the safety of knowing her man loved her and found her attractive. Cletus reckoned the best part was that her piss flaps hung lower than the frilly hem of the little pink mini-skirt thanks to all the stretching he had persuaded her to do. Well, that and filming the daft slut prancing about being all seductive in her pink frills so he could shame her on the internet. Cletus let the dumb spunk monkey perform for him and she seductively ended up between his thighs lovingly giving him head. Cletus poked the back of her throat a couple of times for the fun of watching the slobbering whore gag and then gently guided her to her feet and span her round by her hips. Whispering to her how beautiful she looked in her sexy outfit he stood behind her, pushing his hard cock against her ass. Shauna responded by grinding her hips and pushing her ass back against his cock. He entered her gently and sensitively and began, from Shauna's perspective, making love to her. Cletus used all the techniques Pop's had told him worked on the slut-mommy to arouse her and I guess she figured Cletus was some kind of amazingly intuitive lover. There's this way of working her clitoris as you fuck the spunk monkey from behind that just drives her wild apparently, and Cletus flicked the bean just right as he directed her into the hallway, still humping her from behind. Once he had the slut-mommy positioned right before the front door he gently guided her to her knees and began fucking her doggy style. At the same time he upped his bean flicking so that she was lost in the throes of ecstasy, being taken by her lover, being found so desirable, feeling every inch of his passion for her as he drove her nearer and nearer to her climax. Eyes closed as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure Cletus's love making brought her, feeling his gentle hands, one touching her clitoris just right and the other massaging her left breast, milking it so tenderly and sensually. The lovemaking became more passionate, more animalistic and Shauna matched him, her primal arousal rising to meet his. His hand so perfectly playing her clitoris. She felt him withdraw and felt so empty for a moment, longing for him to fill her again, to join her in ecstatic union. Instead she felt his cock push against her ass and she raised it higher, offering herself in this most private way to the man in her life. He entered her gently, sensitive to her slightest movement and then she felt his hands cup both her breasts and gently squeeze as she bucked back, engorging herself on her lovers cock. The feeling of being taken, of offering herself so entirely to her man drove her nearer and nearer to her climax. She was moaning and begging him to fuck her harder, lost in the ecstasies of her pleasure and... Surprise! Guess who forgot to lock the front door! I strode straight into the house, Pops and Suzi behind me for good measure and there was Shauna Williams looking every inch the slut-mommy. She was on her hands and knees, her arms and shoulders naked, her pink bra top and puffed sleeves pulled down as Cletus's huge hands milked her breasts sending streams of milk spurting into the air. Shauna looked kind of cute with her blonde hair falling either side of her face, kept in place by the frilly pink bonnet. As we burst into the hallway her face went from a closed eyed luxurious expression to what I can best describe as 'I'm a wide-eyed bunny in a bonnet impaled on the giant cock of utter humiliation in hell' look. Cletus being the soldier he is went right on fucking her ass. I did the traumatized son act, Pops just grinned and Suzi smirked as Shauna hurriedly pulled her stretched ass off Cletus's cock and stood up. She pushed her dribbling udders back into the frilly bra and smoothed the hem of the mini-skirt down as far as she could. It didn't even cover her stocking tops and Cletus was right; her piss flaps hung lower than the skirt. I guess your son, your daughter and your ex-husband seeing you on all fours, dressed like a sexualized nursery rhyme as you let a guy fuck your ass and milk your tits is just too much for some sluts because the next thing Shauna Williams the slut-mommy ran upstairs and slammed the bedroom door shut. We bet Cletus £100 a piece he couldn't get her consoled enough to get her to slurp the gherkin and we were right. Cletus sure was pissed but hell, that's why Cletus will never be one of the greats; it's always about busting a nut with that guy. The real goal was the application of Pop's golden formula: shame as a slut + guilt as a mother = I get to play God. I had to hand it to Pops, yet again Shauna had taken every action willingly and ended up once again as the slut-mommy. It was like Pops, Cletus and I were the three fates, weaving the tapestry of Shauna Williams destiny to be a slut-mommy. It was truly beautiful and kind of profound. But hell, time waits for no man and the true art of misogyny isn't all fun. It takes hard work and dedication and it was to me that the task fell of applying the formula to slut-mommy's psyche and persuade her to accept even further humiliation and degradation. I waited until morning and listened outside slut-mommy's bedroom until I heard the bed pounding and mom's grunts. I waited for the obligatory fuck pig squeal that Pops had told me slut-mommy makes as she cums and then knocked and walked right on in. "Jeez, mom. Is this all you fucking do? You were on your knees taking it up the ass last night and now you're splayed like a fucking toad taking more cock!" Shauna instantly pushed Cletus off her, her orgasm still making her tremble as she tried to prioritize her son. She covered herself with the duvet as Cletus began dressing looking well pissed off that it was the second time he had failed to blow his baby batter in the slut. I'll just give you the highlights of my little chin wag with the slut-mommy. Shauna sat in bed, the duvet tucked under naked arms, her breasts covered. As soon as Cletus left I yanked the duvet fully off the bed, exposing her naked body entirely. She huddled herself and looked down. "So what the fuck is it, mom? Do you get a kick out of making your son watch you get fucked or is it just that your cunt and ass are constantly desperate for a fucking?" Basically the middle-aged naked dumb sow apologized over and over as I berated her for not locking the door and for making her own son have to see her being an anal whore for Cletus. I told her no son should have to see his mom dressed like a pantomime prostitute with a cock up her ass and her tits being milked. I explained that if she wanted to let a man use her ass as a cum bucket that was up to her, but I shouldn't have to see it. "I mean, for fucks sake mom, even as we're talking you're still flushed and stink of sex. What do you want me to do?" In the end Pop's formula worked a treat and I had slut-mommy agreeing that she would succumb to whatever punishment I found appropriate if that would help me get over the trauma of having a cum dump for a mom. Sure, she did all that discounting of the fact she wasn't a slut, how she wanted to be a good mom, but basically she couldn't really argue around the fact she had been on all fours with a cock up her ass and her fun bags spurting milk everywhere. As I explained to her; "Most moms don't perform anal sex and tit milking in front of their ex-husbands, their son and their daughter. I mean think about it, mom. Out of the four of us Cletus and Pops have both fucked all your holes, I've wiped cum out of your ass and we've all seen you getting anally fucked and milked. If you're not going to take some dog garn responsibility for your behavior and try not to let your cunt rule your thinking, then I'll dog garn make sure you learn to." For her punishment day I told slut-mommy to dress up in her pink Bo-peep outfit so that she could feel the shame of how much of a slut she had been. I made her prepare cherry pie and strawberry milkshakes and she sure looked embarrassed when Pops and Suzi arrived and I made her serve them in her skimpy, frilly outfit. The dumb whore didn't even object when they arrived, but I explained anyway that as they had had to witness her fuck pig behavior they were entitled to enjoy her punishment. She stood in the center of the lounge as we enjoyed our pie and shakes and I threw a snout mask at her feet. "It's to remind you not to behave like a fuck pig. Put it on." Man, the frilly bonnet with her hair poking out and the snout mask made a great combination and with Shauna being so short it kind of transformed her slightly pudgy body into a porky pig image. I told her to remove her bra and she did. I hadn't allowed her to milk her udders all day and they were extremely full. If she was happy to waste her precious breast milk that was for her grandchild, never mind that the child doesn't exist, then dog garn it, she would pay for it. I had Suzi bound Shauna's udders tightly with twine, going round and round until they were pushed straight out from her rib cage, bulging and red with her elongated nipples, erect and dribbling. Suzi had done a good job on the sow's udders. If you pulled on them, the nipples grew to about an inch erect. They looked ridiculous and obscene. I decided right then that she wouldn't be wearing bras anymore. At a nod from me, Suzi grabbed slut-mommy's bound breasts and squeezed hard. Milk spurted out in all directions, arcing through the air and splattering slut-mommies face. Suzi kept the engorged nipples pointed at Shauna's face and simply kept squeezing. She was far from gentle, really crushing the flesh of Shauna's breasts until the streams of milk flowed to a trickle. Then she yanked on the giant nipples, milking every last drop out of slut-mommy's breasts. When her breasts were untied she stood before us in her skimpy outfit, milk dripping from her bonnet and face and down her naked belly. Suzi attached the weights to her nipples, pulling her breasts downwards. I placed the butt plug on the sofa arm next to Pops. "We had to witness you dressed as a whore, so you're dressed as a whore. We had to witness you behaving like a fuck pig so you're wearing a snout. We had to witness you being milked like a cow, so we're milking you like a cow. We had to witness you performing like an anal whore, so now you're going to perform like an anal whore. Do let me know if any of this is unfair." Shauna the slut-mommy just waddled over to where Pops was sitting, her flesh glistening and dripping with the milk from her breasts. Pops just sat grinning as his ex-wife began the undignified act of straddling the sofa arm. He didn't move for her just to give her the humiliation of having to ask. When he did move, Shauna stood with one leg stretched down to the floor at the end of the sofa, and her other leg bent and kneeling on the sofa cushion. Then she struggled to position herself and squatted down. It took her a few tries but eventually she made the duck walk from the sofa with the plug stretching her ass. I asked the slut-mommy if she had anything to say and she apologized so sincerely. It seems wearing a snout mask, a stupid outfit, and a butt plug up your ass as you stand dripping in your own breast milk in front of your ex husband, son and daughter kind of brings out the humility in a bitch. Go figure! Her punishment lasted all day with Shauna waiting on me, Suzi and her ex-husband just the way she was; dressed like a whore and with her milk drip dried on her exposed flesh. Every now and then Pops would swish her exposed ass with my cane and tell her to hurry up, wallowing in the success of his hard won formula: