Mother.

Mother


My mother has been a single Mom for several years now but she did the best she could. My two sisters had gone with Dad when they split up but I chose to stay with Mom. I was ten when they divorced and I am now fourteen years old or at least I will be tomorrow.

Mom’s new boyfriend John is very crude. He swears, drinks, and smokes. He has tattoos, piercings, and funny looking hair. I can’t see why Mom likes him.

For the past month he has been in her life and in her bed. However my life sure changed when John arrived.

John gave Mom rules to obey in the house and he enforces them too. He didn’t give me any rules, just Mom.

1. She cannot wear anything to bed. She has to be completely naked.
2. She can not wear any bras, panties, or any other form of underwear at any time.
3. She has to keep her blouses open to just below her breasts.
4. She has to wear mini skirts only, no pants.
5. She must keep the door open at all times if she is in a room. That includes her bedroom and the bathroom. That rule has allowed me to see her on the toilet and in the bathtub.

These rules give me hard-ons all the time. I know I jerked off a lot more too. I also get to see parts of Mom that I had never gotten to see before.

I have seen Mom punished by John on several occasions for not obeying his rules too. Once she had to stand next to the television set topless while John and I watched a two-hour movie. About half way through her punishment John took two Polaroid pictures of her and gave me one. Mom had to sign and date it for me. He told me to put it somewhere safe and then he told Mom not to look for it and not to destroy it either.

A few days later Mom had to stand naked with her back to us next to the television set for a two-hour movie. About half way through her punishment John took two more Polaroid pictures of her and gave me one. Later Mom signed it for me.

A few days after that Mom sat naked in a chair that was turned backwards. She was turned around in it so that the back of the chair covered her tits but her legs were spread wide and her pussy was visible under the chair back. Again it was for a two-hour movie and she was right next to the television set. About half way through her punishment John took two more Polaroid pictures and had her sign them.

A few days later Mom was told to bend over, grab her ankles, and put her ass in my face for another two-hour movie.

I was really beginning to like John’s way of punishing Mom. Then all of a sudden John was gone a few days before my fourteenth birthday.

The day before my birthday was a Friday and when I came home from school Mom was standing against the wall with her feet about a foot and a half apart. She was completely naked with her toes touching the baseboard and her hands at her side. There was an envelope stuck in the crack of her ass with ‘Kid’ written on it. That is what John had always called me. He wasn’t home.

The note read: ‘Kid, your mother is being punished again. She is not to say a word or move a muscle until five o’clock. If she does, tell me. Enjoy the view. Ps…There is a digital camera on the kitchen table for your birthday. Take as many pictures of your mother as you want too. Jerk off and be happy. John’

It was only three-thirty so I would get to watch Mom’s butt for an hour and a half.