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 Under Her Belt Chapter 3: Oedipus Wrecks

   For years I was going over my mom's knee at least twice a week.  Bruises
that lasted a couple of days were common.  She didn't seem to care that my
bare dick was hard as a rock, pressing into her bare thigh.  I thought it
doesn't get any better than this.  And then it did.  Mom changed things up
again.

   It was shortly after I turned 15.  I was over her knee, getting a good
spanking, with a hardon.  After mom had given me what I had expected to be
my entire spanking, she said, "What, are you enjoying this?  You're not
supposed to enjoy this!" She resumed spanking me.  As the spanking went on
and on, she lectured and scolded me.  She called me names like "creepy
pervert" and "filthy, disgusting boy" for getting aroused by a spanking
from my mom.

   I was in heaven!  Moaning in pleasure, squirming over her knee.  My dick
rubbing against her thigh.  She pushed down on my back to limit my movement
and told me I wasn't going anywhere for a good, long while.  She told the
truth.  I was usually over my mom's knee for about 10 minutes or less at a
time.  This time it was over an hour.  I loved it!  When I did get up, I
left a string of precum.  Mom kissed me on my mouth, with her hands resting
on my bruised bottom.  She said, "I love you, Michael.  That's why I have
to discipline you."

   For the better part of a year, my spankings went this same way.

   Then one day I cut school and took the car without permission.  I only
had a learner's permit.  It was illegal for me to even be driving without a
licensed driver in the car.  I was speeding in a school zone, and got into
a fender bender.  I got this same kind of spanking that day.  The more
intense experience came later, after we had to go to court.

   Apparently you have to go to court for your first driving offense, you
can't waive it and just pay the fine.  You have to go to court and get
sentenced to a fine there.  With everything I had done, mine was over two
thousand dollars.

   Mom told the magistrate she would pay my fine.  Then she pulled the
hairbrush out of her purse.  The hairbrush had been retired years ago, all
she had been using was the belt.  This day, she gave me a dozen quick swats
with the hairbrush right there in the court room, in front of everybody.

   The magistrate said, "That will result in a $5 reduction in the fine."

   Mom said, "Just wait until I get him home!  YOU will owe ME money!"

   The magistrate chuckled and responded, "That's your business.  The fine
is reduced by $5.  That is my ruling."

   Then we got home.  Mom was in a short skirt, sitting cross-legged in a
chair.  I brought her the belt, stripped naked, and listened to the lecture
of my life.  Just looking at her sexy legs and at the belt, listening to
her scolding tone.  I was so turned on!  Then I bent over her knee, and got
the whipping of my life.

   You wouldn't think she would be able to give me tens of thousands of
licks with the belt, each one just as hard as ever.  But that's just what
she did.  Lecturing me in a scolding voice the whole time.

   My hard, bare dick was rubbing against her bare, sexy thigh.  She kept
on scolding and whipping me.  This was total heaven!  Between loud
pleasurable moans, I said, "I'm sorry, mommy.  Teach me a lesson."

   My throbbing dick against her thigh.  My moans of pleasure.  None of
this dissuaded her.  If anything, she was more determined to give me the
whipping of my life.  There was a full length mirror.  I looked over, and
watched her whipping me.  I could see my backside was already deep purple.
Contrasted against my pale white skin.  My moans got louder and louder.  I
shot my load all over her thigh, practically screaming, "III lloooovvveee
yyyyyoooooouuuuuuu mmmmmoooooommmmmyyyyyyy!"

   Even though I had already cum, my dick was still hard.  She kept on
spanking me just as hard.  I didn't want her to stop, and she wasn't
stopping.  It wasn't long at all after that I started to cry.  I bit my
bottom lip, struggling with all my might not to cry out loud.  After a
while, I could see my tears hitting the floor.  I still let out no more
than a few small whimpers.  I have no idea how I could enjoy it as much as
I did, be as turned on as I was, and cry like that.

   I have some idea how my mom's arms got so strong, years of hard work.  I
still can barely believe how strong she is.  All this time of spanking me
with all her might, and she shows no signs of tiring out.  Eventually I
couldn't hold it in any more.  I cried like a baby.

   I was over my mom's knee, crying like a baby.  She was keeping me pinned
down.  Mom continued to whip my thoroughly bruised bare bottom as hard as
she could with the belt.  All the while she kept scolding me, calling me a
bad little boy.

   I didn't think it was possible for anything to feel this good.  I had a
second orgasm, more intense than the first.  This time, my voice went up a
few octaves, and screamed, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

   Then she stopped and let me stand up.  Between sobs, I thanked her for
disciplining me.  She had to stand up herself to be able to give me a hug
and a kiss on the lips.  Why would her nipples be hard?  It wasn't cold in
there.  I was so turned on, I couldn't help myself.  I squeezed her ass and
stuck my tongue in her mouth.  She started using her tongue as well.

   Then she half-heartedly tried to push me away, saying, "Michael, don't."
She kissed me again, and put her hand on my hard dick.  "Don't kiss your
mother like that.  That's wrong." She started to guide me to the bed.  She
helped me take her clothes off of her, even as she said, "You better stop,
young man.  I'll spank you again."

   Her saying that was a turn on.  Everything about her is a turn on.  She
has these full, pouty lips, perfect for kissing.  Have you ever thought
about, or noticed, how alluring feminine ears are?  They're great for
nibbling on and putting your tongue in.  I could spend hours just kissing
and licking her neck.  Her womanly voice moaning my name.  And then, of
course, there are those full, pliable breasts.  The gentle curves of her
body.  Her tantalizing abdomen beckons to be explored by my hands, lips,
and tongue.  Her sexy curvaceous hips.  Her ass, firm yet supple. 
Beautiful female feet.  It's amazing how something as simple as my rubbing
her feet is so arousing for both of us.  She moans loudly.  And those long
sexy legs that lead seamlessly to her pussy.

   My hands, lips, and tongue work their way back up my mom's body to kiss
her on the mouth again.  Deep, lustful kisses, with our tongues rubbing
against each-other.  I nibbled and pulled on her bottom lip.  Breathing
heavy, completely wrapped up in each-other's mouths.  I don't know what
makes bottom lip so sensuous, but it totally is.

   We just lied there kissing, running our hands all over each-other's
naked bodies.  We had no idea at the time how much time had passed.  It was
over three hours, but sure didn't seem that long.

   Mom responds just right to my touch when I kiss, lick, and suck every
centimeter of her hot body again before plunging my tongue into her pussy.
The whole experience is simply amazing.

   Looking up at her voluptuous body.  The look of ecstasy on her beautiful
face looking back at me.  Her sexy legs wrapped around my neck.  I've got a
handful of ass in each hand.  And my tongue deep in that hot, sopping wet
pussy.  The taste, the texture, the smell.  She's pulling my hair and
pushing my face into her crotch at the same time.  Breathing heavy,
moaning, calling out my name, getting louder and louder.  I see her eyes
roll back in her head just before she arches her back and her whole body
starts to twitch.  And then comes the orgasm.  She tries to call out "Oh
God" but never quite gets the "d" out.

   She screamed "OH GAH!" for even longer than I had earlier.

   We kissed on the mouth some more, and then drifted off to sleep in
each-other's arms.  The next morning, mom said, "Last night was great,
babes.  But we can never do that again." We didn't do it again.  For over
three years.  After I had turned 18, we did it again.  And again.  For the
last 30 years, we've been doing it regularly.

   Other people look at my mom and they see an old woman.  I see a sexy
woman.  A woman who doesn't even wait for the bruises on my ass to heal
before giving it another long, hard whipping.  A woman whose pussy I eat
every day.  Often more than once in a day.

   She often handcuffs me.  She uses a variety of implements on me: riding
crops, switches, canes, straps, paddles.  But there is just something about
the belt.  The belt is my favorite.