Then he proceeded to wear me out, laying welt after welt on my bottom and thighs. I knew better than to cry out, but couldn't hold still, and after t...e first dozen lashes of the switch, was writhing in agony and pleasure, tears streaming down my face. He warned me once, but my ass and legs were on fire, and I continued to squirm and try to dodge the blows. Because of my inability to follow directions, he forced me to spread my legs, and delivered a few more well-placed blows between my. “I've been having a weird day. Things have gotten out of hand. It slipped my mind.”“That's not like you and...” She jumped to her feet and grabbed my hands. “What's wrong? What happened?”“Well...” I said. She had a flowery perfume on. It was sweet and exciting all at the same time. I couldn't help the way my dick hardened. It twitched and throbbed in my skirt while my heart raced. Why did she have to smell so sweet? My poor panties constrained my throbbing dick. “It's this...” I looked down. “I. She stepped out of her dress, swaying her hips to let it fall to the floor, and I got a good look at her body. She had approximately C-cup breasts, being held up by a strapless bra, and she was wearing those butt hugger lacy panties that some women liked. As I had guessed, she wasn't too skinny, having soft curves here and there that looked really good on her. She moved her hands to the back of her bra, and hesitated. She looked at her uncle behind her, and he nodded. She undid the strap, and. Please, Justin. Please. Then do as I say, Mom. Show David your tits. Right now. All right. All right, Justin. I will. I am. Here, David. Here. Here are my breasts. Please look at them all you want. Nice, aren't they, David? I told you she had nice ones for a mom, right? Yeah, I think he likes them okay, Mom. And now for that apology to me, which, as I mentioned, you should deliver on your knees. Get on your knees, Mom. No, don't cover up your tits. Leave them as they are. Kneel down. That's.