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"Look at my toes! It's time again!" Su Ling pulled herself back onto the deck until Mike flopped along with her, still a captive of her scissorlock. She squeezed hard enough to knock him out, and then got up and sat in a lounge chair, pulling his groggy form up to lay between her legs where she rescissored him, her crossed feet on his belly. She reached to a table at the side of the lounge and picked up the red nail polish, handing it to Mike, who was just now coming around.
"Do a good job, I won't scissor you unconscious again," Su Ling hissed.
"Do a REALLY good job, maybe I'll let you have babies some day!!" Paul had no clue what it all meant, all he knew was that the throbbing
boner in his bathing suit was about to explode. He watched from the side of the pool as Su Ling's son, captured helplessly in his mother's thighs, obediently painted her long toenails a bright red. Su Ling looked at Paul and smiled.
"It's a mother and son thing, honey," she sighed, picking up a book to read and resting it on Mike's head as it lay trapped in his mom's
scissorlock. "We have an understanding."
Paul's own head was swimming. He was sexually aroused beyond belief watching his aunt so totally dominate her son and get him to paint her toenails. He couldn't watch, afraid his cum would rocket from his cock, untouched by his own hand. Swimming to the far side, he tried staying under as long as possible so he wouldn't hear Mike's agonized moans and Su Ling's dominant, low laugh. When she was done with him, Su Ling released her leg lock and looked at her toes while Mike slumped nearly unconscious to the pool deck. She shook her head and made tsk-tsk noises.
"Not good enough, sonny boy," she said. "Get in the house…NOW!!" Mike got up and ran, but Su Ling, with her long, strong legs, bounded
after him and caught him easily, throwing him to the lawn with a snappy fast flying headscissors. She grabbed his hair and banged his head off a clothespole in the middle of the lawn, then made him grab it and bend over at the waist. "Spread ‘em," she ordered. "And don't you dare move until "m done…let's see, you screwed up five toes…five oughta do it!!" Paul could not believe what came next. Su Ling positioned herself behind her son and with incredible precision, slammed her naked foot up between his legs and into his balls through his suit. Mike screamed in agony - but didn't move, for fear of worse punishment. Agaion and again, Su Ling's lean leg lashed out and connected her foot to his balls, four more times. When she was done, he slumped to the lawn and puked. Su Ling shot Paul a look as he
watched in amazement from the pool. "You want some of this?" she asked calmly. "Then mind your own business." Aunt Su Ling then easily headlocked her son and waltzed him into the house. Paul went back to swimming and tried to ignore the high-pitched screams coming frmo the house for the rest of the day.
The memory of that flooded Paul's mind as he looked at Su Ling's legs in the reflection of the TV. That was the first and only time she'd seen her do that to Mike, and after, when Paul asked his cousin about it, Mike refused to discuss it, too embarassed to talk about the dominant mom who controlled his life and brutalized his balls. So Paul was left to fantasize, jerking off daily, sometimes three or four times, mostly every time thinking of that day at the pool. He was snapped out of his recollective reverie when his aunt suddenly said, "You like what you see?"