Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 7

Suddenly something caught her eye in yard through the door, her son still dressed in his pink t-shirt and skimpy little white shorts came up onto the porch. The decision now made for her she stood and folded her arms across her chest so she could look down imposingly at her frail little boy.

Kary was two steps into the kitchen before he realized he was not alone and looked up into his mother's angry red face. Both of them stared eyes locked together, both of them trembling one in fear and one in rage. Looking down at her son dressed like a slut or cheap whore she wanted to rip the offending garments off of his hide. She had an urge to slap the makeup right off of his face.

Kary's knees felt weak he felt so scared looking up at the face of his mother, never having seen her looking so angry before. He felt that he'd faint dead away at any moment. He felt a tightening in his throat as his tongue seemed to thicken in his mouth, he stood scared and speechless.

"Would you care to explain all this," she growled pointing first to the panties strewn across the table. Then reached out to his chest and pinching his flesh as she pulled the bra away from his body. "Whatever possessed you to start acting and dressing like a cheap tart?"

He felt himself being drawn towards his mother and pulled away causing the strap to snap back into his flesh. The humiliation he felt worst than the sting when it met his pinched flesh and Kary suddenly felt his fear slow turn into resentment and anger. Then she did the meanest thing to her son that she ever had done.

"Answer me now!" she screeched leaning closer and slapped him across his painted face.

She felt the shock of the impact straight up to shoulder and watched the imprint of her hand slowly appear on her son's face growing a deeper red as the cheek swelled. She knew instantly that she had made the worst mistake of her life as her son's tearing eyes met her own.

Kary felt the impact against his cheek and felt the heat rise to the surface of his skin and start to throb. As tears began to well up and blur his vision his fear now totally gone he stared back at his mother and his anger took over and he felt that now he had to stand up for himself or never have any control over his life.