Nathan Silvers

Mother gets a whipping


Lola Mitchell drove home with a big smile on her face. She had managed to get an appointment at the beauty parlor, and she could see the scene now. She'd slide in through the back door, creep into the main room where Flint would be sitting in his favorite chair, reading the newspaper. She'd sneak up behind him, put her hands over his eyes and say, "Guess who?"

Lola sighed with happiness as she swung the car off the freeway. It was so wonderful being engaged to a policeman. Flint was so tail and commanding and just perfect. And he never bothered her with sexual demands.

He was even wonderful with her daughter, Yvette. Yvette needed a father, she'd been wild and undisciplined until Flint came along. Now she was much better behaved. She shivered when she thought of Yvette's father. Some men were so disgusting sometimes. But not Flint, of course.

She parked the car, then checked her reflection in the mirror, making sure she looked as beautiful as she could. She might be just over thirty years old, but her face still said she was early twenties.

She crept around the side of the house and opened the back door, moving quietly through the kitchen, giggling to herself.

She got to the door of the main room and stopped, puzzled at hearing strange sounds.

There were moans and groans and it sounded as if Yvette was begging for something. She frowned and pushed the door open.

The sight that met her eyes made her blood turn cold. She gasped.

There, on her back on the floor, was her teenaged daughter, Yvette. Her legs were up and out, spread around Flint's naked, jerking body as he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. And Yvette was begging for it, clutching at Flint, thrusting her ass up so that her pussy could get more of his cock.

"Flint!" Lola screamed.