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Mama's Boy
by
K.A. Merikan
Mike had the worst day. The boss had been a piece of shit and made him stay overtime without warning, then a pigeon stole half of his sandwich during lunch. And on top of that, his coworkers had been taking tea breaks every half an hour since the boss left to deal with another construction site, when all Mike wanted was to do the job and move on to something else.
He really needed a smoke. The problem was, his Momma hated the smell. He was relieved not to spot their other car in the driveway. Out in the countryside, Momma could have only gone to visit their nearest neighbors without it, which meant he’d have a bit of time to pump some tasty tobacco tar into his lungs and take a bath before Momma came home.
Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like his Momma so strict.
When he walked out into the garden at the back of their house, he kinda wished Momma was there to punish him for smoking and relieve the tension of this fucking day. Mike could almost hear her--
“Michael Thomas Preston, put that out right this moment!” Momma yelled at Mike from the side. She stood in the open doorway in her typical home outfit consisting of a fifties-style flared skirt worn over petticoats, white blouse with a stuffed bra underneath, and a kitten-print apron. Knowing that a big dick was hidden under all that fabric never failed to give Mike a thrill.
He gasped and dropped the cigarette the moment he heard the honey-like voice. Stepping on it with his heel, he looked up, his heart already beating faster at the sight of the pretty, if angry, pout on his partner’s face. “I thought... where’s the car?”
Momma shook her mid-length blonde locks as she approached in high heels down the narrow path Mike had lined with tiles earlier that year for Momma’s comfort. “So you forgot. We scheduled a checkup two weeks ago. You really thought you could get away with smoking in my garden just because you thought I wasn’t in? You have another thing coming!”
Momma put down the basket of laundry she was carrying and pulled a wooden spatula out of it. “Come over here right now!” She said and stomped his heel over the tiles.
Mike loved and hated that gesture at the same time. Momma wouldn’t just punish him, no, Momma would make Mike take it and apologize as well.
Despite the heat that immediately spread through his body, Mike stepped back, watching his partner’s every move. He barely stifled a groan when Momma tapped the spatula against her palm before curling the long-nailed fingers around the flared top of the tool, as if it were Mike’s cockhead.
“Please, Momma.”
“Shut up and lower your pants. Bend over by the table,” Momma said, pointing the spatula at a wooden picnic table where they sometimes ate.
Mike sighed deeply, but there was no discussion with Momma. What Momma wanted, Momma got. Just like the tiles in the garden that allowed her to walk around in high heels, and the adult-sized crib where Momma sometimes banished Mike to as punishment.
So Mike stood with his back to Momma, and despite being much bigger than his partner, Mike obediently opened his belt, pulled down the zipper, and pushed his pants low enough to show Momma his naked ass.
“I hope you feel ashamed of what you’ve done,” Momma said, briefly touching Mike’s ass with the spatula. The contact made Mike’s entire body stiffen, anticipating pain already.
It made his dick so hard.
The first few times Momma only tapped Mike’s skin, as if she wanted to tease and raise the tension before the actual spanking. Momma wasn’t muscular, but she sure knew how to cause pain. The clothes pegs with which Momma hung laundry had another use all too often.
“I said you should feel ashamed, Mike!” The harsh slap came right when Momma said his name.
A deep shudder went through Mike’s body, and he grabbed the sides of the table, stifling a cry. Their neighbors lived far enough, but he didn’t want to alert them nevertheless.
“You’re too harsh, Momma!”
“No! It’s you who is trying to break my rules, and break my heart in the process, naughty boy.”
The smacks rained down on Mike’s ass, and the first ones weren’t all that bad, but Mike knew this tool all too well. Once the spatula fell on spots that have been previously hit, the pain reached a new level.
Within minutes, he was physically unable to keep still and rocked his hips, uselessly trying to escape the harsh torture that once had actually finished only with the spatula breaking against his ass.
But not this time. This time it was Momma who decided how many hits were enough. She stepped back, and Mike stretched, presenting the muscles on his back. He was being watched, and it turned him on so much his dick twitched.
“Are you sorry now?” Momma asked, and Mike hastily nodded. Momma sighed deeply and put away the spatula. “Good, give Momma a hug then. You know I hate to punish you, right? But it’s for your own good.”
Mike felt so stiff he struggled to stand upright again, but in the end he turned around to face Momma and stepped toward her with his pants pooling at his ankles and his stiff dick on show. Momma accepted a kiss on the cheek and patted Mike’s shoulder when she pulled him into her arms.
“That’s a good boy. Show Momma just how sorry you are.”
Mike took a deep breath, and with his ass still throbbing, he kneeled in front of Momma, already eager to get his lips around Momma’s dick.
“I’m so, so, so very sorry, Momma,” he whispered as he dove his head under the petticoats.
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Authors' Bio
K.A. Merikan are a team of writers who try not to suck at adulting, with some success. Always eager to explore the murky waters of the weird and wonderful, K.A. Merikan don’t follow fixed formulas and want each of their books to be a surprise for those who choose to hop on for the ride.
K.A. Merikan have a few sweeter M/M romances as well, but they specialize in the dark, dirty, and dangerous side of M/M, full of bikers, bad boys, mafiosi, and scorching hot romance.
Email: kamerikan@gmail.com
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That was so unexpected and somehow exactly what I needed. I really liked this.
ReplyDeleteHigh five KA
ReplyDeleteGotta love KA stories, always!
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Of course you could expect these ladies to produce a bigger submissive, domestic discipline, spanking and cross dressing all in such a small amount of words. Great story, I want more (as always)!!!
ReplyDeleteThat was so deliciously kinky! I loved it!
ReplyDeleteLoved it need more. You girls are amazing
ReplyDeleteQuite the read in such a short story.
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