I can only do one thing – stand here.I really hate standing in the corner. Little boys are told to go stand in the corner, not grown men - emasculat...ng. I’m not physically forced to be there like when she locks me in the cage, it is only her will that holds me here – power. When I first go to the corner I pout; I’m sincerely angry that she made me stand there. I always think I will just walk away, reposes my manhood. At some point though I know I can’t walk away on my own, that it could only be. ..well, in women myage. In fact, one of the shitheels that dumped my mother after threedates actually had the nerve to call me and ask me to lunch.I think his ears are still ringing from the "Fuck off!" I screamed intothe phone.After that, I went out and got a new tattoo. When I'm angry or sad Iusually go shopping or get a tat. I used to get drunk, but the incidentwith the mechanic kind of put me off getting out of control drunk.Anyway. About mom. She called me the Tuesday after my fiasco with. Completely giving myself over I grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks apart, shoving my face between them and thrust my tongue as deep into her ass as it would go. I wanted to devour it, eat her asshole until there was no more. I could hear her moaning again. It seemed she was enjoying this. Fine with me. It’s time to find out what a real slut she was. I slapped her ass hard with my right hand, hoping vaguely that it might wake her up, but mostly for the simple pleasure of. ‘How maa would appear in it?’ I thought but didn’t dare to ask her to buy.“Paddu.. come..” she moved rhythmically swinging her ass. As she is walking I stood there like a statue. “My what an ass..’ I thought. Maa turned her head back and coming to me.. asked.. “What? Again seeing them only..?”” she asked provokingly. “Vooon” I said unexpectedly.“Nughty.. naughty..” said maa. “Then why are you walking like that?” I blamed her.. but quickly se gave a reply… “To tempt you… come.. move” I moved.