“We'll face it together,” she whispered. God, she was the best. I pushed down on the handle and the door opened. Inside, my mom was handcuffed, si...tting on the couch, sobbing softly. Two Sheriff Deputies were talking to her. Her brunette hair was a mess, tousled and tangled like she just woke up. But it was nearly eight o'clock at night. She wouldn't have gone to bed that earlier. But then why is she wearing her pink, frayed housecoat? Her beautiful face was puffy from her tears, her eyes. She picked up a cat-o-nine tail, and dangled it slowly in front of her slave. Seeing the fear in her slave’s eyes, she raised her whip and with full force landed in on Kadija’s breast making her scream. The second lash connected squarely across her right breast. The third swipe of the whip went to her left tit, as did the forth. Excruciating pain from her extremely sensitive nipples brought more tears to Kadija’s closed eyes. Then, back to her right breast, this time on the underside of her. Hell, I would have got a hardon had I seen my granny wear any of those panties.We drove home and I was parking my car in the basement. I walked back to the trunk to take all the packets out and she was standing in the way next to the car staring at me. I smiled and asked her to give me a hand with the packets but she came close and hugged me real tight. She started crying and thanked me for being there for her and all. She kept talking and I was getting nervous if someone catches us like this.. "Come here, my darling," she said.I climbed up onto the bed and laid on my back. Then the game began inearnest."First things first," she said. "We need to get you back in yourpanties."She reached down to my scrotum and pulled gently up. Her other handgently helped pop my balls up inside. Then she pulled my cock down overthem, until the head was practically between my cheeks."Hold that there, sweetie," she instructed.I put my hand down to hold everything in place, as Marissa guided my feetinto.