Chapter 6: Debbie’s Day Just Keeps on Getting Worse

“YOUR PANTS!!!!!!” Debbie’s mind suddenly screamed out in terror but, by the time she reacted, it was already too late. For when she was lifting her left arm and causing herself agonizing pain, Jarrett’s left knee was descending and now, before she could move it out of the way, half his weight was then pinning that arm down at the crook of her elbow.

“JAHHHHH-RETTTTTTT!!!!!! YOU CANNNNNNNNNN’TTTTTTT!!!!!” Debbie now shrieked although to her ultimate dismay the pretty Catholic mom was finding out that her son actually could because he was already unfastening her belt. He then pulled the pin free before moving the two ends of her belt out of the way. His fingers then went the button at the top of her pants and this he quickly fed back through the slit in the fabric at the top of her pants before he turned his attention to Debbie’s zipper. Immediately, Jarrett now unzipped his mom’s slacks as far as possible and then, once her pants were open, Jarrett hooked his thumbs inside their top edge. Those thumbs then moved around behind Debbie where her pants were pinned between her bottom and the couch but this also wasn’t a hindrance as Jarrett seemed to lift her hips with ease. After all, Debbie’s bottom only had to come off the couch just enough to allow her son’s hands to fit beneath her and, a moment later and to her ultimate horror, the pretty Catholic mom now felt the sensation of Jarrett’s fingers as they slid over her almost bare bottom all while pushing the back of her pants to her mid thighs. Jarrett’s hands then moved to below Debbie’s hips and here they reinserted themselves. For, as Jarrett had pushed down the back of Debbie’s pants, the front and the sides had been forced to move too and so the top edge of Debbie’s pants were down below her hips and it didn’t have that far to travel until that portion too was left hovering by the top of her thighs. Debbie’s pretty panties were now completely exposed and if there was any silver lining to this horrible experience it was that Jarrett hadn’t, at least not so far, chosen to push those down too. No, instead Jarrett now elongated his own body and moved his arms out in front of him. His body stretched out almost flat as he pushed Debbie’s pants to her knees; once they had reached there, they went around the bend and were shoved down to her ankles. In response, Debbie now kicked and she thrashed and, ironically, she actually made it easier for her own son to get her pants off because she lifted momentarily lifted each foot as she tried to break free. Jarrett then sat back up and repeated the process as Debbie now positively shrieked in terror because the thumbs of her very own son were burrowing under the top edge of her panties. This last one was for all the marbles for, if Jarrett managed to get these off, there would be nothing left to cover her pussy. Her holiest of holies would then be on display and Jarrett would get to see it all. But the material of her panties was even thinner than her pants and so this garment slid down even easier, Jarrett didn’t even have to bother with lifting her bottom off the couch. Then it was happening as Debbie felt the thin material of her panties sliding down over her hips. Then they were over her thighs and rounding her knees and, once this was done, they were heading for ankles. Then they had arrived and Jarrett was one of her feet and even though Debbie fought as hard as she, it was only a moment before her panties came off. Jarrett then put that foot down and lifted the other one and, though Debbie continued to fight, it seemed to do her no good. For Jarrett wasn’t even struggling and his face was completely calm. He merely lifted her foot and then slid her panties over them. Once this was done Jarrett turned himself around. Once he was facing her Jarrett held up her panties like a prize.

“Told you the man of the house gets to do whatever he wants and a woman’s role is only to make him happy.” Jarrett now said in his own arrogant sort of way.

“JAH-RETT PLEA-HE-HEASE!!!!!” Debbie now wailed. She was still trying to free her arms but, even as she did so, Jarrett was sliding his knees off them until he was straddling her thighs.

THACK! THOCK!

Now, before Debbie knew what was happening Jarrett had punched her twice more although, unlike his punches before these were not aimed at her arms. Instead, Jarrett had slid back far enough on her legs that he was almost sitting on her knees but, before Debbie could dump him on the floor, he drove two haymakers straight into her hips.

“GUHHH-UHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

It was noise that was a half moan and a half grunt. It was a combination of surprise and extreme pain as Debbie’s hip joints went numb while a tingling sensation like being pricked with ten million tiny needles enveloped all of her legs.

THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK!

It was almost as if Debbie were out of breath or if she just couldn’t scream any more. Instead, her mouth hung open in a small and red ‘o’ while her back arched. To Jarrett it still looked like she was screaming and he found it amusing that no sound was coming out.

That must be what they mean by a silent scream the boy now thought. He then slid off her knees and onto the floor apparently satisfied that her hips had suffered enough of a beating. For her part, somewhere beyond the blackness and the paid of Debbie’s tightly shut eyes, the pretty Catholic mom realized she had an opportunity. For she was no longer being held down but the pain that racked her body kept her incapacitated. Finally, her body unclenched enough for her to draw in some air but no sooner did she do this then Jarret went to work on her knees.

THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK!

Five new knock out punches, the strongest ones Jarrett could deliver, now destroyed Debbie’s knees. In an instant she was back to being paralyzed as her every muscle locked up in pain. Yet it was another unendurable irony that the fire of her agony was making it so she barely noticed another horror. For Jarrett was now shoving her legs apart and it didn’t escape his notice just how easily they spread. When, finally, Debbie’s legs could be spread no wider, Jarrett went to work on his mom’s inner thighs.

THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK!

THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THACK! THOCK!

For whatever reason, Jarrett apparently decided that the insides of Debbie’s thighs needed to be pulverized even worse than the rest of her muscles. Now each of those muscles received ten painful blows and it was only after what seemed to be an eternity that Debbie’s pain finally stopped. Now, as that fire subsided, if only slightly, and Debbie’s world came back into focus beyond her opening and fluttering eyelids, Jarrett was nowhere to be seen. Yet, only a few moments later, he reappeared. As Debbie’s fog slowly lifted, she realized her son had come back down the stairs and, while she struggled to sit up and get off the couch, that was when Jarrett came back around in front of her. Only now he was carrying his father’s new shave kit; this included a set of clippers, a razor, a bowl full of soap and a brush. So great was her pain that Debbie could barely sit up, she had to content herself with just being propped up on her elbows and, when she finally managed that, she didn’t have time to react to what Jarrett was doing. Now, Jarrett placed the bowl, brush, razor, and soap on the couch while keeping the clippers in his right hand. Then, while still holding it, Jarrett placed his hands on Debbie’s knees as, before she could protest, he pushed them apart. Now, the feeling of her legs being spread apart by her very own son when she was completely naked and helpless made Debbie scream again and she did so with fear. For even though Jarrett had already been able to see everything, he hadn’t been able to access everything. Debbie’s closed legs were what had prevented that but now they were spread far enough apart that her own son could walk right up and touch her on her pussy if he wanted to and, as Debbie now struggled to sit up, this is exactly what Jarrett did. In a second, Debbie’s own fourteen-year-old son walked right up to her pussy as she was powerless to stop him.