I could not help it but I had toplead with her: "Please stop Miss, please! I've learnt my lesson." Her reply was short and sharp: "I shall decide when...you've learnt yourlesson girl, and it certainly isn't yet. Understand?" Meekly I replied, "Yes, Miss."The spanks continued and as they did I lowered my head and all coulddo was submit to the pain. As I did I was looking at her black highheels and her shapely stocking clad calves. It seems strange to recallbut I actually started admiring her. Was. ’ ‘How long have you been doing it?’ ‘A long time Albert, I wanted to stop, but I can’t.’ ‘And how long have you been whoring for it?’ ‘I’m just a mouth whore, that’s all I do.’ ‘Is that all you’ve ever done?’ ‘No, when I was younger… prettier than now, I did more. I stopped though. Besides now no one would want me.’ ‘I would… I do, I want you Marianne.’ ‘You’ve got me. I only did that for the drugs and it’s all I do. That’s why I couldn’t do it for you when you wanted me to. I wanted it fresh. " "Who says I haven't?" I asked.She laughed lightly. "It would explain a lot."She got up and walked to the table lamp and turned it off. The only illumination came from the hall. She sat down next to me and took both of my hands in hers. "How do I reconcile this?" she asked. "Being in love with my own son?"I just sat there, swimming in the depths of her admission. "I don't think you can," I answered finally. "No more than I can reconcile being in love with you, mum." But it's so wrong, Mark." I. Picking up a pair of pantyhose she bound his arms, she then pushed the sissy down to his knees, lifting his petticoat exposing his panty clad arse. She drew back her leg and kicked him in the balls .He screamed in agony on the floor. All excitement gone only to be replaced with terrible pain. "No please not again," he screamed as he draw her leg back, but to no avail, the second kick was delivered even harder into his aching balls. He passed out from the terrible pain in his balls, only coming.