What is that icky stuff Mommy? …I said as I tried to speak with the sticky strands hanging from the roof of my mouth to my tongue.Just swallow it ho...ey …she said as she caressed my neck & tummy as I turned my head and managed to swallow, gagging a bit as the runny fluid slipped down my throat.Mmmmmm goooooooood little boy! …She leaned down kissing me deep and passionately again. Just then I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and the sounds of a belt jingling and a zipper dropping as He. They were filthy and I was enjoying it.“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she asked, snatching the pictures from me. I was confused and didn’t know what to say, just trying to fumble my prick back into my trousers.“Leave it, you little pervert!” she commanded. I left it but it had lost its hardness and just peeped out of the zipper.“I’m sorry,” I stammered.“I’m not interested,” she replied. “Little perverts who look at filthy pictures need to be taught a lesson.”She grabbed my arm. Your nude slave. Your slut. Your nude slut."Another hard slap. "Are you wet?" I nodded. "What does that make you?"I thought for a moment, groping for the answer she wanted. The slaps hurtand I was crying again. She smiled and slapped me again. "I like itwhen you cry." Another slap. "Answer me!" I'm a wet cunt. I'm a nude, wet-cunt slave. A nude bitch-slut." I wasin pain, sobbing, humiliated, and very very aroused. More aroused than I'dever been in my entire life.She. He grinned, it was sudden and like sun breaking out over a shadowy valley, the heavy mood lightened and he said, “well if I want to learn I shall need to learn it all, and you seem to be a good enough teachers.” She smiled, then said, “right then ` tart with the male member, and before you say anything, I promise you won`t be a virgin when you go home tonight.” She would have gone on, but his phone clattered again, he apologised, answered it and it was his mother, saying she had been called.