Mom- so, if you are used to this, then why you are so uncomfortable?I was dumbfounded to catch what she meant. Was she teasing me? Her own son?Me – ...hat do you mean?Mom – you know what I mean. She said firmly.Me- well it is a very . . .Mom – very what?She actually enjoying dominating me. And I was enjoying being dominated by her.Me – that was a very erotic scene.Mom – and?Me – and nothing. I was very much nervous. As if I was one of her student and she was questioning me.Mom – if nothing then. She yelps and snarls."Down bitch. If you don't I will just hit whatever I can reach. Like your tits." Fucking asshole." she curses as she bends back down against the bed. Her ass stinging.The belt cuts through the air again. To her the hiiiissssssss is very loud. When the leather Smacks! against her tender flesh she cannot hold back the oooooooowwwwwwww of pain."Why are you hitting me now? Is there some point to this?" she spits out when she can breath again."I am trying to teach you your. I must remember to find out who that old woman is.As she used it more boldly, Jeena could feel a second hand join the first, giving her feet a massage as good as the best of her attendants. It was so soothing and relaxing, she was asleep before she knew it.In the morning, she awoke refreshed and had forgotten the whole episode until she saw the scratcher, as she now thought of it, on her nightstand. She picked it up and gingerly touched it to her foot, but it just felt like a stick against her. "Okay, off you go to work now, have a great day." And just like that I was on my way. Holy hell, this must have been what it was like being married to her, waited on hand of foot, and pleasured any time you want. I couldn't stop thinking about her all day at work. So the next morning, I left for work even earlier. I got to her house, and she looked like I had woken her up. 'Do you want some coffee," she offered. "I'm okay, you look tired." "I am, she said, maybe coming down with a cold. Best.