She looked uncertain, realisingperhaps just how far she'd lost control of her temper. To this day, Idon't quite understand myself how that happened. ... There was silence for afew seconds while she digested the difficulty."You've really done it this time," she said. There was a quiet menace inher tone. I shivered a little. "Given your behaviour, I suggest youpick out a smart skirt suitable for wearing out of doors." Her eyesblazed implacably at me. Instead of backpeddling, she had taken. " He then brought the flogger up under her pussy several times. His mom insprected her pussy to see if it was marked yet. "She needs more. Whip that slut hard. Be a man and whip her." Don then whipped her pussy hard making her clit and pussy lips sting. The pain was the worse she has ever felt. When her pussy was whipped and showed bruises the mom took the flogger from her son.She went to the back of Sal and began to whip her back. She slashed back and forth across her back leaving criss cross. He was already erect, trying to shoot. I felt pity and asked him to come closer. Surprisingly, my wife did not protest. As he came closer, I asked him whether he had any experience in the past, to which he replied negative. I asked my wife to let him mount her, since she liked straight sex (neither anal nor fellatio). She agreed.My wife lay on her back, fully naked now, with legs widely spread. She warned my son not be rough, as his dad many times was. She told her the she would help him glide. Every year on this one day he becamethe target of teasing and mockery from all his classmates. Always thesame insults. How he was the only one in his class without a mother. Howhe was different. How he wasn't loved.He knew it was a lie. He knew his dad loved him, and he loved his dad.But it still hurt to hear. No matter how hard he tried, the words stillswirled around in his head, still echoed in his ears.He finally stopped to catch his breath. Wiping his face with hisforearm, he looked at the.