Message-ID: <32058asstr$998187002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: ednnjdba@aol.com (EdNNJDBA) X-Original-Message-ID: <20010816194646.17852.00005457@mb-md.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Mommy I'm sorry (inc,pedo,DS,Fb,Mdom) 3 Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2001 22:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw First Posted August 16, 2001 Mommy I'm sorry (mommy series part three) by EdNNJDBA Please do not read if you are under 18 or this story violates any law where you live. This is X rated stuff. All events and names are fictional. This story involves children . (inc,pedo,DS,Fb,Mdom) The mommy lay naked on the bed sobbing quietly. Her body curled in a fetal position. Moist, red cheeks nestled against her damp pillow. The pregnancy test stick still nestled in her hand. She thought back to times when Rick was gentle and loving. Times when her belly swelled with life and her breasts fed a hungry family. She sobbed louder as her hand crushed the evil strip. "Mommy I'm sorry" The redfaced woman turned around to see her oldest son Tony in the doorway. He had just turned eight and was the image of his father. "I didn't want to hurt you mommy. Daddy made me do it. I didn't want to. I tried to stop, but he wouldn't let me!" Poor Tony began to cry. "That's alright honey", comforted the mother. "You really didn't hurt mommy. I know it wasn't your fault". The woman's mind wandered back too a few minutes earlier. Rick was furious when he saw the plastic strip. "I don't know what to do with you anymore", he shouted. "All those fertility drugs aren't doing a damn thing. You should have been pregnant ten times over by now!" Long strings of curses and profanity fueled his rage. He ordered his barren wife to assume a doggie position on the bed. Her beautiful bare ass was an inviting target. Taking his belt, he mercilessly whipped the pale, round flesh. Her cries only drove him harder. Soon, deep red welts appeared. Tony heard the commotion and walked in on his parents. "Glad you're here son. Your bitch of a mother needs to be taught a lesson. Since you're the man of the house when I'm gone, come here and help me beat her ass." The poor boy was terrified as his father put the belt in his hand. He took a few lazy swings at his mom, barely touching the swollen skin. Rick was not content and grabbed the boys arm. "Either you beat her ass good or I'm gonna whip the shit out of you. Then I'll burn her tits off for giving me such a wimp son. What's it gonna be son!" Terrified, Tony thought there was no way out. He took the belt and swung with all his might at the bruised target. A loud "smack" and his mothers scream told him he hit his mark. Three more times he swung the black leather before his mom collapsed on the bed. "That's my boy! Now let's get some breakfast before I go to my sisters. Your mom needs to think about what she's doing wrong." "Mommy, your behind is full of big red bumps. Some of them are bleeding." Tony's words brought the mother back to the present. "Mommy will be fine honey. I don't blame my little man I know you only hit me because daddy made you. Daddy was just upset with mommy. Everything will be fine." Tony came over and reached down, to give his naked mother a hug. His small slender chest brushed against her nipple. Instantly it began to harden. "Can mommy's little man do something for her? Mommy's behind is so sore. Please get the baby salve and spread it on mommy's cheeks. That would make mommy very happy." Tony got the salve and brought it back to his mother. "Honey, I don't want you getting salve over your clean clothes. You better take them off. Better take off your shoes and socks too. You know daddy doesn't like dirt on the bed." The mommy watched as her eight year old son disrobed before her. First came the shirt, and she fantasized about sucking his cute little tits. Next came his shoes and socks. Her mind switched to sucking on his tender toes and pushing his small feet up her juicy cunt. Next came his pants. Her heart raced as the briefs outlined his little cock. Beckoning him over, she turned him around and faced his cute behind. "Mommies going to show you how she wants her baby to put on the salve. You just stand still honey, till mommies done." The mother reached out and gently pulled down her son's underwear. Taking a bit of the salve, she started to knead his pink cheeks. Up and down the warm flesh her fingers walked. Taking more ointment she smoothed it up and down his crack. Pausing every now and then, she inserted her pinky tip up his young hole. It took all her strength to keep her tongue out of his puckered passage. Turning him around, it took more strength to keep her mouth away from his beautiful shaft. She gave him the salve and instructed him to get on the bed between her legs. As he went to pull up his pants she stopped him. "Silly mommy got salve all over your bottom. You can't put those back on now. Throw them in mommies hamper so mommy can wash them." As her son went to the hamper, she turned to lay face down on the bed. Spreading her legs, the dew from her cunt oozed into the blood stained fabric. Tony returned and knelt between his mothers thighs. Reaching down, he squeezed the ointment onto the red welts. With gentle strokes, his tiny hands rubbed the salve into his mother. Small fingers went deep into her brown hole as her ass pushed up to impale them further. She could feel his young cock hit her as he reached to spread the salve. Her pussy was now gushing. Playful fingers mixed her sweet nectar with the ointment, and glided it over the heaving flesh. Blood, salve and mommy's cream were his "fingerpaints." A battered bottom his canvas. The woman's sweaty body was shaking as her son's hand went past her moist lips. The oozing pussy clenched down on the welcome intruder and sucked it in deeper. As his wrist grazed the swollen bud, she screamed out her orgasm. Tony could feel the waves of pleasure pulsating against his fingers. He knew his mommy was better. Please email comments/feedback to EdNNJDBA@aol.com Flames will be ignored. This story was inspired by a couple I knew in College. I'd be very interested in hearing from other women/mothers with similar experiences. 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