The Omnistore System



"Don't hit me," Maria protested, attempting to get up from the table. However, Kevin firmly kept her bent over and replied, "But it's your punishment."

"...Don't slap me there... Please, slap me somewhere else," she pleaded, placing her hand on her buttocks in an attempt to protect them from Kevin's slaps.

Her ample buttocks, though, were too large to be completely shielded by her hand, leaving a significant portion exposed to Kevin's disciplinary actions.

"Why not?" Kevin inquired with a mischievous grin, savoring the soft and pliable texture of her buttocks as he playfully squeezed and reshaped them to his liking.

Maria clenched her lips, refusing to respond, but Kevin was determined not to let her off the hook. He playfully swatted her behind again, making it jiggle, and coaxed a soft moan from her lips. "Ahhh."

"Spill it, Mom. Why the fuss about a little butt-slap?" Kevin prodded, rubbing the spot he'd just smacked, as if getting ready for round two. She stayed mum, not willing to waste Kevin's preparations as he promptly landed another resounding smack on her soft derriere.

This time, he didn't hold back, giving her other cheek a good-natured slap. Kevin took turns between the two, each strike drawing out a throaty moan from his mother.

Just as the fourth slap was about to land, she burst out, "Because it's...obscene, you jerk!"

"Who are you calling a jerk?" Kevin shot back, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Wasn't it you jerking off to me at night? And what's obscene about a little butt-slap?" He shifted her hand away and grabbed her hips firmly, spreading them slightly.

"It's because we're mother and son? We can't do this; it's not the right way for a son to punish her mother." Maria protested, looking down, but this time she didn't use her hand to hide her butt.

"Now you remember I am your son, but you sure didn't seem to care about that when you molested me every night," Kevin retorted, raising his hand again to deliver another stingy blow to her jiggling butt. With this, he continued, "And if you think this way of me punishing my mother is wrong, well, if she had controlled her lust for her own son, I wouldn't have even thought about punishing her."

"Alright, enough," Kevin shouted, which made her shiver. His hand was raised once again.

She began whimpering the moment he yelled, pleading, "I'm sorry... please don't hit me..."

As she spoke, memories flashed in her eyes, recollections of her begging for the same thing from another man. The father of the boy who is slapping her now. 

Kevin felt her body trembling and couldn't help but feel guilty himself. He lowered his raised hand and didn't slap her. Instead, he grabbed her hips and made her sit on his lap. Maria was a bit startled by this and looked at Kevin with tears streaming down her face, repeating, "Please, I... am sorry... I... will... not... do... this again..."

"Mom, don't cry," Kevin said softly. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have gone this far." He looked at her tearful face, a mixture of emotions washing over him.

He didn't want her to stop crying, but he also felt pity and guilt, realizing he had taken pleasure in this.

"No... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... lusted after my own son..." Maria said, wiping her tears.

"No, no, I'm in the wrong. I should've known better too. You probably felt lonely, which is why you did those things... I just got angry 'cause, well, I didn't expect that from you." Kevin said. He noticed that while sitting in his lap, she was a bit smaller in stature, which made it easier for him to see her face.

Suddenly, Maria jolted and stood up, placing her hand on her butt. "What happened?" Kevin asked, his confusion evident, as he thought his dick was hard not sharp to make her jolt like that.

"It stings," Maria replied, her face a mix of embarrassment and discomfort.

Chuckling a little, Kevin said, "Don't worry, I've got some healing cream. Just lie down over there, and I'll take care of it."

Maria hesitated, "I can manage it myself."

Kevin insisted, "Come on, just lie down."

He then retrieved the healing cream he had bought earlier with Keith for his training. As he kneeled down next to her, Kevin had a fleeting thought, 'I was going to make her strip and then slap her butt...' but seeing Maria whimpering in pain made him reconsider.

All he could do now was apply the cream to the affected area. Kevin settled between her thighs, one knee on each side, in a position that was almost like a jockey sex position.

With a mischievous grin, Kevin peered at her round, pillow-like buttocks. They were curvy enough to distract Kevin's wandering hands from their intended path, leading them astray.

Once again, as Maria lay facing down, she remained oblivious to Kevin's actions. However, she had a nagging feeling that he might attempt something surprising or weird.

Feeling Kevin's hands moving toward the waistband of her pajamas, Maria resisted, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "Kevin, I can handle it myself... You don't have to do this." She grabbed his hand, determined to stop him from lowering her pajamas.

"Mom, I'm the one who hurt you. Just lie down and let me take care of it," Kevin insisted.

"Please, don't... It's embarrassing," she insisted, clutching his hand tightly.

"If you don't stop, I'll slap it again," Kevin warned, reminding her of the stinging pain from his previous slaps.

With hesitant movements, she reluctantly let go of his hand and sighed, "Then do it quickly."

Kevin grinned from ear to ear and gently lowered her pajamas, replying, "Don't worry, we've got plenty of time."

With slow, deliberate movements, he lowered her brown pajamas, noticing that she wore them high on her waist, almost at the level of her navel. Kevin assumed it was because of her ample buttocks.

But now wasn't the time to dwell on these everyday observations. He was finally going to face the thing that had caused him so much trouble throughout the week.