****** Midnight Punishment by Fredo Chang ******
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Midnight Punishment


Chapter 1

Bobby woke up with a start. It was late at night, and his mother was standing
at his desk, browsing through his homework. Her back was to him, her thin short
black skirt barely containing her ample asscheeks, which swayed softly as she
leafed through his notebooks.

Suddenly, he remembered, and his throat went dry: Mother specifically asked
him, before she went out for the evening, if he had done all his homework, and
he told her that he did! He knew, of course, that his math homework was far
from done, but he sure didn't expect his mother to actually check it! He knew
he was in for big trouble now. He just wasn't aware of how big!

Bobby closed his eyes and tried to shrink under his blanket. He heard his
mother slowly approaching his bed, her high heels clicking demandingly on the
floor.

He heard a swooshing of a garment, and the mattress sagged as his mother sat
down on the bed next to him. "Wake up, Bobby," she chanted softly. Her hand
caressed his face and patted his head.

He opened his eyes and his heart almost stopped! His mother was sitting next to
him, her legs crossed, with no blouse on! Her blouse was discarded on the
floor, and her ample breasts were very close to his face, the nipples pointing
menacingly at him.

"You have been a very bad boy, Bobby," she said softly, bringing one nipple so
close to his face, it almost poked his right eye. Suddenly he shuddered, as her
hand slid under the blanket, under his pajamas, and took hold of his soft
penis.

"But mommy, I... I dd..." he stuttered.

"Shhh... little boy," she soothed, milking his soft penis rhythmically, making
it harder and harder. "Mommy will punish you now." She cupped his sensitive
balls and squeezed, bringing a cry of pain and fright out of him, "and this
time I will make it memorable, so you won't lie to me about your homework
anymore." Bobby cried out in alarm, but his mother looked down at him and
smiled, slowly poking out her tongue and teasingly licking her upper lip.
Again. Again, and again, never letting go of his tortured balls, skillfully
alternating between licks and squeezes.

"Now, little boy, get undressed and lie down on the floor, on your back," his
mother commanded him, while letting go of his aching genitals and rising up to
stand, bare-breasted, beside his bed. He didn't dare to disobey her. Trembling,
he got up, discarded his pajamas, and lay down on the cold floor, his hard cock
pointing to the ceiling. Mother, meanwhile, took his bed lamp, placed it on the
floor not far from his head, and turned it on.

With a tight throat, Bobby watched as his mother step over him, her legs
straddling his chest, and tower over him, looking down at his face, tongue
licking her lips and her hips swaying provocatively from side to side.

"Mommy, I promise not to do it again! Please! Please don't punish me..." the
boy begged his mother.

She smiled sweetly down at him, not showing any anger, and said soothingly:
"Oh, we shall see who's going to be a good boy, we shall see..." At that she
turned around, now facing his legs, her high heeled shoes planted firmly on
each side of his head.

To his dismay, Bobby found himself looking up his mother's skirt, up along her
full milky thighs, and to his horror, fully illuminated by his bed lamp now
standing on the floor, he saw her big, totally bare, buttocks. "No panties!"
his mind screamed, unbelieving, "She's not wearing any panties!"

As if reading his mind, his mother began to shift her weight slowly from left
to right, causing her big cheeks to wobble above him. "Now, son, you are going
to learn about lying to your mother" she intoned softly, as she gathered the
hem of her skirt, pulling it upward, gradually exposing more buttock flesh,
while at the same time flexing her knees, and bending forward.

When he realized with horror her intention, he gulped. His cock was rock hard
from the visual stimulation she was imposing on him, but his body trembled from
anticipation and fear of what she was about to do to him. Down, down came his
mother's ample behind towards his face. Bobby screamed, but she went on, her
buttocks slowly parting, the crack between them getting wider and wider.

Mother was now on her knees straddling his body, her big, milky buttocks only
inches from his face. She was leaning forward, supported by one hand, thrusting
her large cheeks backward and downward toward Bobby's face, deliberately
exposing her brown, puckered asshole to her son's view.

A thick, musky aroma drifted down from his mother's asshole to engulf his
panicked face, and he screamed more. "Shhh, my little baby." He heard her soft,
loving voice from above. "Mommy is going to take care of you, relax baby boy."
Her beautifully manicured hand appeared, softly caressing her own buttocks,
parting them, trailing along the crack up and down.

He had an instinct of getting up and away, but his body was trapped under his
mother, a prisoner between her full thighs, about to be devoured by her big
behind. Instead, he let out another frightened scream.

Her finger was now circling her anal opening, caressing the brown, puckered
skin, occasionally centering on the asshole.

"You have been a very bad boy," his mother chanted, while lewdly fingering her
anus to him, "very bad boy. Mommy is going to punish you with her asshole,
dear." Around and around her anus went her finger, the anus slowly puckering
and unpuckering, as if it had a life of its own. "You are going to taste
momma's asshole, boy."

Bobby screamed, as her finger left her asshole, and the big cheeks descended on
his face. Slowly, he found himself trapped between his mother's cheeks, her
smelly asshole gently grazing his face, his nose, his mouth.

"I want you to lick mamma's hole, Bobby. Put your tongue into my ass as deep as
you can." His screams were now muffled by her brown asshole. "I want you to
taste what mamma tastes like in there. This is your punishment Bobby. So make
it good. Don't make me punish you more severely. Deeper, son. Deeper. More,
more, more". As Bobby frantically shoved his tongue into her pulsating anal
ring, it contracted and trapped his tongue, drawing it deeper and deeper
inside.

Incoherent sounds were emitted from Bobby's crushed mouth, as he desperately
tried to satisfy his mother while screaming for mercy.

There was no mercy. On and on his mother sat, now full weight, on his trapped
head, rotating her hips around and around, demanding him to lick more deeply
into her bowels. He could feel her pubic hair tickling his chin, as he nearly
vomited from what he knew he was smelling and tasting.

And then his mother said softly: "You are still being bad, Bobby. You are not
obeying your mother. This is not deep enough." Bobby cried out and tried to
tell his mother it was the best he could do, but then she stood up, allowing
him finally a little air.

Holding her skirt up to her waist, his mother commanded him quietly: "I am
going to the bathroom now, Bobby. You will stay here, EXACTLY as you are, and
wait for me to return for more punishment."

Mother slowly walked towards the bathroom, her big, menacing buttocks swaying
maddeningly from side to side, leaving her son to contemplate what was coming
next...


Chapter 2

Mother returned from the bathroom, still holding her skirt to her waist, her
big, exposed breasts jiggling with every step.

Once again, she straddled her son Bobby's head, squatted down slowly, and
looking into his frightened eyes, licked her full lips sadistically and smiled
down at him. "I'm going to feed you now, Bobby," she said quietly.

Bobby shuddered. Her pubic hair tickled his face. She was now astride his
chest, her big buttocks squeezing the air out of him. She bent down and kissed
him, her giant tits dangling over him, her tongue forcefully sliding down his
throat until he screamed.

She rose and turned around, once again presenting him with the awesome sight of
her big, naked buttocks. "I'm going to feed you so much, little boy, your belly
is going to swell," she chanted as her buttocks slowly parted, descending down
onto his awed face. She paused with her anus on his nose. He choked down a
scream as her dark ring unfolded to attack his nose with an overpowering smell.
"Breath through your nose, Bobby," his mother commanded, "I'm going to fart
into it."

A horrible scream escaped him. "Please, mommy, please don't!" he begged.

"Yes, my son," she cooed, pressing down on his face with the weight of her ass.
A vile discharge of flatus was driven into his nose. "Don't move, Bobby," his
mother commanded, "Keep smelling. I'm going to do it to you again." He screamed
and screamed as his mother farted again, and again, cooing to him, caressing
his genitals, arousing him, but never stopping...

He must have lost consciousness. He woke up, still prone on the floor, his big
mother sitting on his chest, smiling, rocking her shoulders to make her big
udders quiver at him. "This is far from over, son." Her hand caressed his face.
A heavy smell of farts still hung in the air. He was so hurt, so weak, tears
filled his eyes. His mother continued to caress him, cooing to him. "This is
only the beginning. In a minute, Bobby, I'm going to turn around and sit on
your face again." His body trembled in fear. "And I'm going to shit. Yes,
Bobby, lots and lots of stinky brown shit." She licked her lips with pleasure.
"And you know what, my lovely boy? " She bent down and lowered her voice to a
sexy whisper. "You are going to EAT it all".

His body trembled, his throat contracted, as his mother again assumed her
position over him, her hairy anus pulsing menacingly over his face. She started
pushing, her anus expanding, releasing another chain of flatus discharge onto
his face. "Mmmmm...." she purred, as the head of an ugly brown eel poked out of
her asshole. "Mmmm, what do you see, Bobby? Hmmm? Tell mommy what you see." The
eel pushed itself further out. Bobby screamed, like in a nightmare, screamed
his lungs out. "Oh, you like it, I see," she purred, "You like mommy's boys."
The turd disengaged itself and fell on the floor, hitting the boy's face in the
process and leaving a small brown smear on his cheek.

He was crying so much. But his mother turned around, sitting on his chest,
smiling at him, tongue in cheek. Her hand caressed his face, soothing him,
while the other picked her turd from the floor. Still smiling, she started
passing her turd over his face in circles, before his eyes, under his nose,
hovering over his mouth. "Open up, baby boy," she chanted, holding her brown
feces over his mouth, her free hand caressing his trembling lips.

Bobby whimpered, trembled, cried. When he opened his mouth to let out a scream,
his mother shoved her turd into it, putting her hand over his mouth to block
him from pushing it back out.

"Don't swallow, Bobby, not yet," she purred softly, "Hold my turd in your
mouth, gently." She bent down, giant tits dancing, and brought her face close
to his. "Lick it, Bobby, lick mommy's shit. That's right, swirl your tongue
around it." She licked her own lips as she spoke.

Bobby obeyed, terrified, running his tongue over the bumpy surface of his
mother's turd, his throat convulsing, fighting down a need to vomit.

"More, Bobby, more," commanded his mother, "Lick it more -- I want you to get
the whole taste of it. Yes. Mmmmm." His eyes filled with tears as he ran his
tongue over and over the stinky turd trapped in his mouth.

"And now, Bobby," said his mother, smiling into his tear stricken face, "Press
my turd with your tongue onto the roof of your mouth." He began to whimper
again and his body bucked up and down. "Hush, my little baby," cooed his
mother, rolling her big bottom around and around, squeezing his body under her
heavy buttocks. "Now press, again, again -- I want to see my shit squish out
between your teeth. Yes, baby, that's right. More. More. More."

His jaws ached and his tongue worked, rolling the sickening brown pulp inside
his mouth, as his mother smiled at him and commanded him to go on and on and
on, until....

Now, little baby, swallow your mommy's shit, all of it, boy. Yes. Yes. Oh, you
are such a big baby, aren't you? Mmmmm...yes, eat mommy's shit, eat. More,
more. oh, there is so much more, Bobby, so much more in mommy's bowls -- and
you are going to have it all..." she chanted as she turned around and sat her
stinking hairy asshole back on her son's face....

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