Here he found her ironing a shirt at an ironing board at one end of the full-length newly converted room. At the other end her TV was showing some wha... he thought at first glance was a soap. “erm well aunty…” she spied her thong and to save him embarrassment she pounced on it, snatched it from his hand and cried, “ah you found him!” then clouting the thong onto the ironing board she cried “sit there you little shit and don’t you go bothering young Roger again I won`t have it you hear…” she. She's leaving Home; bye, byeOnce I had calmed down, changed into my own clothes and cleaned the makeup from my face (which incidentally, if camouflage ever becomes popular, this is a good way of getting it, though I can't say I would recommend the methods), I went to face the music."Ah. I have a SON again." said mum, a note of sarcasm in her voice. "I was beginning to wonder." I don't know why you bothered. You never take any interest in anything else I do." How dare you? Don't speak to me like. ” She responded. “Sure, you want to continue? We could take a break” “No. It’s OK. It’s just… You know all that excellent food got to me.”I looked at her inquisitively and she continued, “I am ah … all plugged up. I have gotten a number two since we arrived.”“That’s not good. Did you try some laxatives?”“No. My stomach doesn’t like laxatives, so I have to address the problem from the other end.” “Huh?” I stupidly mumbled.“Well, you know…” She blushed and looked up over her cup of coffee. This time mom yells out in pain.No son that was to much for me. Please not so hard, please. Before we started this, she was given a safe word to use. I have yet to hear it as I swing once more down with some force. This time, as I slowly move the leather strap across those beautiful breasts of mom’s. I wonder when she might offer that word. Switching the whip to the other hand and the feather now is in my right. I slowly move both items again over her body. Giving her the time to think.