Wendy unlocked the door of her suburban house, stepped inside and stopped, stunned. From the back of the house came the unmistakable sound of someone being spanked.
That didn't make sense. Since she lived alone with her eighteen year-old son Andrew, and had done so since the divorce more than a year before, there couldn't be anyone being spanked, but there was.
Closing the door quietly and slipping her shoes off, Wendy walked quietly toward her bedroom. The whimpering and sobbing she heard between spanks were familiar. They were the sounds Andrew made when she spanked him. But if he was getting a spanking, as seemed to be the case, who was administering it?
Out of shock, but still somewhat dazed, she edged closer to the open bedroom door, then she was close enough to be able to peer between the door frame and the door. What she saw then almost sent her back into shock.
Andrew was getting a spanking all right, but he was giving it to himself. But more than that, there was the way he was dressed.
He wore a bra which he had filled with something, a garter belt, a pair of nylons, her high heeled black pumps and a pair of panties. The panties were stretched across his thighs, just above the tops of his nylons.
His bare bottom was well blotched from many smacks with the back of the brush she sometimes used to spank him. Both cheeks of his behind were already as red as they had ever been when she spanked him, yet he showed no sign of wanting to stop.
"I'm not finished with you yet… SPANK… you bad girl," he scolded, making his voice sound as maternal as he could. "Take this… SPANK… and this… SPANK… Yes your bum is red and hot… SPANK… but I'm going to give you more… SPANK… SPANK… And after this spanking… SP ANK… SPANK… you will get a good… SPANK… strapping with this belt… SPANK… You are going to have… SPANK… SPANK… a very red bum before I pull your little panties up… SPANK… SPANK… Hold still… keep your… SPANK… SPANK… bare bum right up so I can give it the spanking it deserves, like this… SPANK… SPANK… Do you hear?"
"Ooh… sob… yes Mummy… ow… oh my bum… my bum… oww… SPANK… SPANK… oh Mummy, my bum… my bum…" the boy pleaded in a tone very familiar to Wendy, then his voice changed again.
"Yes, your bum… SPANK… SPANK… Have some more on your bum… SPANK… SPANK… you naughty girl… I'll teach you… SPANK… SPANK… not to finger your cunt… SPANK… SPANK… I'll teach you like this… SPANK… and like this… SPANK… SPANK…"
Wendy felt trapped as she stared at the startling scene. That he was involved in a spanking-sex fantasy was very obvious. The state of his arousal was clear from the obvious strength of his erection.
But why? she wondered. She had begun spanking the boy shortly after the divorce when he threatened to get out of control. She had been aware of his emotional upset about the breakup of the marriage and tried to compensate, but something had been necessary to bring him under control and in her desperation, she turned to spanking.
He submitted to each spanking without protest, but she had never seen any indication that he enjoyed being spanked. Had she, Wendy asked herself, in her effort to do the right thing, steered the boy into some kind of perversion? What else could account for his dressing in her clothes to give himself a spanking? How could he take such a sound spanking and be so obviously enjoying it?
There were so many questions and so few answers. What to do? Should she walk into the room and put a stop to it? Should she leave him in his privacy and talk to him later? What would she say when she did? What could she say?
And then the decision was taken out of her hands as a cough developed, she tried to choke it back, but it escaped. She saw Andrew drop the brush with a look of shock at having been caught. She had no choice then but to walk into the room and face her son, whose face blushed as furiously as did his buttocks.
"Mum…" he gasped.
"It's all right, dear. So you got caught but it isn't the end of the world," she told him, fighting to keep her tone calm as he pulled up his/her panties to cover the penis that suddenly softened with shock.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took his hand and drew him down beside her. She still didn't know what to say, but she hoped thoughts and words would come.
"I'm sorry, Mum. You must think I'm crazy. Maybe I am," Andrew said with a crestfallen look.
"You are not crazy at all, dear. You're a very fine boy and I'm proud of you."
"But, you know. Like this…" he said and then ran out of words as he looked down at his female attire.
"Let's talk about it, dear. What you were doing is called engaging in sexual fantasy. That's a very normal thing. All kinds of people engage in all kinds of sexual fantasies. People masturbate, they act out sex dreams of all kinds."
"Even spanking themselves? I don't think so."
"Spanking is one of the commonest of sex fantasies. There are all kinds of books and magazines especially for people who get sexual kicks out of spanking. I hear they sell millions of copies."
"Is that the truth, Mum?"
"Yes dear, it's the absolute truth. You're at an age when sex is becoming important. You're old enough to go out and have an affair with a girl, so, like all boys of your age, you masturbate and have sex fantasies."
"But, you know, wearing your clothes and everything."
"I wouldn't advise you to tell your friends about it," Wendy told her son with a little smile, "but lots of males get kicks out of wearing panties, garter belts and all that. The most harmful thing about it is feeling guilty. You have to believe that what you're doing is not shameful or sinful or anything like that. So you dress up in female clothes to spank yourself and jerk off, so what? That's your private life."
"Gee, Mum, you're really something. When I heard you and knew you'd caught me, I thought you'd kill me."
"Silly. You're my son and I love you. Growing up is a tough job and it's up to me to help as much as I can."
"Thanks, Mum."
"It's nothing. Want me to go away so you can finish up what you were doing?"
"No thanks," he told her and blushed some more. "I don't feel like it now."
"Then let's talk some more. How long have you been enjoying being spanked?"
"I don't know. I'm not sure. At first, I thought it was awful, then one time you spanked me when you had just your nightie on. Lying over your lap made me feel kind of, I don't know, funny, you know."
"I get it. You could feel my thighs through my nightie?"
"That, yes, and also your nightie felt so… sexy."
"Can you tell me more about it, dear? Did you jerk off after the spanking?"
"Yes. It was like I could close my eyes and still see you in your nightie, you know, up top and your legs and all that. The sting in my bum felt exciting. I rubbed it with both hands and I got real worked up."
"Did you have a hard-on all this time?"
"Yes. As the tingling started to go away, I wanted to spank myself some more to make it come back. I took my… you know… in my hand and I went off almost right away."
"I'm glad you're able to tell me all this, dear. It's going to make everything easier for the two of us. I guess that's how you got interested in panties, garter belts and all that?"
"Not really. One night when you had been out, I was in bed when you came home. I don't know why I didn't tell you I was awake, I was kind of dozy. You took your dress off in the bathroom and I saw you. You had on black panties and a garter belt and nylons and a bra. You looked so sexy. I never saw anything so beautiful."
"Did you get a hard on and pull yourself?" Wendy asked.
"Yeah."
"And that was when you started wearing my clothes and giving yourself spankings?"
"Yes. Every time you go out I hurry to get your sexy things."
"I guess it was dumb of me not to notice signs that you had been wearing my things," Wendy told her son and realized to her surprise that she was becoming sexually aroused.
"I'm always careful. I check for hairs and all that," he told her. "A couple of times when I had accidents in your panties, I washed them and hid them until they were dry," the boy explained, finding it exciting to be talking so freely of his sexual adventures.
"You mean you went off in my panties? Tell me about it dear."
"Oh, I'd get all dressed and walk around and play with myself, then I'd pretend to be a girl getting spanked by her mummy. I'd take my panties down and spank until my bum felt like fire, then I'd pull my panties up and rub myself until I… you know, went off."
"It all sounds very exciting, Andrew. How is it that you never got a hard-on when I was spanking you?"
"I was afraid you'd notice. I just managed to make it stay soft even when I was excited."
"Well, I see I'm going to have to find some other way of punishing you when you're naughty. What a pity."
"You mean you enjoy spanking me?" Andrew asked, his voice rising.
"Since you've been so honest with me, dear, I guess I owe you the same. I don't know how or when it started, but more and more I've found myself getting excited about doing it, smacking your bum, feeling you squirm, listening to you sob and cry, seeing the cheeks of your bum get red. I felt it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. I was careful though, to spank you only when I was sure you deserved it."
"I know that. A few times lately I tried to trick you into spanking me, but you didn't do it. You're not going to stop spanking me, are you Mum?"
"I don't know what to say, dear, what to do. I'll have to think about it. I'm going to go have a drink and do lots of thinking. We'll talk about it later. You stay here and do whatever you want. I won't notice if you have to wash out my panties," she added, winked, patted the boy on the thigh, then left the room.
Wendy poured herself a stronger than usual drink and took it to her room. She was still highly aroused sexually and when the feeling refused to go away, she put her drink down, reached under her dress to jerk her panties down and then she fell back on the bed and slowly masturbated, her clitoris responding strongly to the light touch of her finger until she climaxed fiercely, barely able to avoid shrieking in ecstasy.
After that, she tried to wrestle with the problem of her son and what she was going to do about the strange direction in which their relationship was turning. She gave it a lot of thought. The temptation to join her son in his enjoyment of transvestism and spanking was almost overpowering, but Wendy saw the danger that it could very easily lead to incest and that scared her.
After a long time, she still hadn't found any answers, then she heard a knock on her door and told Andrew to come in. She saw that he was dressed in a shirt and pants, but was still wearing her nylons.
"I'm just going to do my laundry," he told her with a grin as he showed her the panties he held in his hand and told her with his eyes that he had masturbated in them.
"Here," she said as she reached under her dress and jerked her panties down and stepped out of them. "Take mine along too. I wouldn't want you to think you're the only one around here who masturbates."
"Did you really?" Andrew asked, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Of course I did," she told him as she tossed him the panties and he caught them and held them lovingly, as though savoring the warmth and intimacy of her body in the nylon.
"Was it good?"
"It was great. Now get out of here," she scolded with a grin. "I have a lot of things to think about."
"So have I," Andrew told her, then walked from the room.
In the bathroom, he ran warm water and dropped the panties into the basin, then he unzipped his fly and took his penis out. It helped him with his very exciting thoughts. He took a lot of time in washing and rinsing the panties, but despite all his efforts, he wasn't able to get the erection he wanted.
"Did you make up your mind, Mum?" Andrew asked, later, as he helped his mother prepare dinner.
"Not really, dear. It's all so confusing. I'm finding it difficult to be honest with myself. I am your mother and I love you, but there are limits. I have to be very careful."
"But you will spank me when I need it, won't you?" he asked, his tone indicating that anything else was out of the question.
"I wish I knew what to say. I've come up with one idea, but perhaps I'm fooling myself."
"What is it, Mum?"
"Well, you know I don't like the new kids you're spending your time with. I thought that perhaps if you promised to drop them, I'd agree to go on spanking you, when you deserve it, of course," she added, silently calling herself a liar.
"That's a deal, Mum," he said with enthusiasm. "I swear I'll never go near that bunch again. They're all going to get in trouble soon anyway."
"Thank you, dear."
"I'm not going to need other friends, Mum. From now on, I'll just want to be with you."
"Oh no you don't. That's sweet of you, but you need to have some friends of your own age. I'll insist on that, dear."
"Okay, Mum, but I'll be doing it for you. Mum, what is it like when a woman masturbates? Do you shoot like a guy?"
"No dear. When a woman masturbates to orgasm, it feels as good as when a man shoots, but it all happens inside her vagina. It stimulates a certain amount of juice, but there is no ejaculation as happens when a male climaxes."
"A guy has to get a hard-on before he can do it. Does a woman have to do anything like that?"
"No dear. A woman can masturbate whenever she feels in the mood for it. She can do it once or half a dozen times in a row."
"Wow. You're lucky. I tried to do it again while I was washing the panties, but it wouldn't get hard."
"You shouldn't overdo it, dear. Masturbating in itself isn't harmful, but too much of anything is a bad thing. The excitement will diminish in time if you do it too often. It works much better if you make yourself wait for it."
"Is that what you do, Mum?"
"Yes dear. For instance, right now I feel a very strong urge to masturbate, but I'm not going to. I'm going to let the urge get stronger and perhaps at bedtime, I'll treat myself to another orgasm or two."
"Oh Mum, I'd love to see that. I'd love that more than anything in the world."
"What a naughty boy you are, dear. I'm afraid that's out of the question."
"Oh Mum, please."
"Not another word out of you, dear," Wendy told her son with a playful smack on the seat of his pants. "One more word on that subject and you'll get a spanking."
The look her son gave her told Wendy that she had chosen the wrong words. It also told her that her problem was much more serious than she'd realized and that she was moving into an area of terrible danger.
Through dinner and into the evening, they chatted about other things, watched television and then it was time to get ready for bed.
"Mum," the boy said with a barely concealed smile, "you always tell me how important it is that we always keep our promises, right?"
"You're up to something, Andrew, but that's right. Now what's your angle?"
"Well, it's like this," he replied and the smile came closer to showing. "Earlier, you said if I mentioned another word about wanting to watch you masturbating, you'd give me a spanking. Right?"
"That's right, I'm afraid," Wendy replied and this time it was her turn to try to hide a smile.
"Gee Mum, I'd give anything in the world to be with you in your bedroom and watch you masturbating, doing it with your finger between your legs."
"I have a feeling I've been tricked," Wendy said and her smile showed in spite of her best efforts.
An inner voice warned her of the danger of doing what the boy wanted, but try as she might, she couldn't find the strength to resist the temptation.
"Then you will give me a good spanking, Mum?" Andrew asked, his voice breaking with excitement, his stiff penis throbbing in the confinement of his pants.
"Yes dear. I guess I'm as excited about it as you are," Wendy admitted. "We're both going to have to be very careful."
"Sure, Mum," he assured her, though he wanted them to be anything but careful, wanted to venture into exciting areas that were, to that point, shadowy areas beyond his knowledge or experience, areas where female bodies writhed in erotic nudity, where males and females did forbidden, exciting things together.
"Mum, may I go to your room and get ready first?" he asked. "You could have a drink or something."
"All right, dear. I shouldn't have another drink, but I must say I really want one. Take your time and call me when you're ready."
"I will, Mum," her son replied, then he almost ran from the room, his face glowing with excitement and hot anticipation.
As he stripped naked in his mother's bedroom, the boy trembled with excitement. For the first time, his mother was going to playa sexy spanking game with him. There would be no pretense about it, it would be a sexy game and he wouldn't even have to try to hide his stiff penis from her, he thought as he held it in his right hand, then went in search of the right clothes to wear for the exciting spanking.
In the kitchen, as Wendy sipped the drink, she made an effort to find a way of backing out of her promise, but she knew there wasn't a chance. The drink was strong and it helped her accept the decision she had made. She felt a hot gnawing in her vagina that was almost painful it was so very strong.
"Oh my God," she said under her breath, "I'm going to have to be careful. One wrong step and I'll go right over the line and take him with me. I'm so horny now. What am I going to be like when I'm spanking that pretty bum while he's squirming and sobbing?"
Wendy felt her mind trying to tell her to cancel out. She finished the rest of the drink in one gulp and her mind stopped trying.
"I'm ready, Mum," Andrew called. "I'm ready to get a spanking on my bare bum."
Wendy looked at her trembling hand as she took it off the glass, then she smiled. Soon, she told herself, there would be no trembling when her hand was rising and falling, smacking hot roses into the smooth, almost girlish buttocks of the eager boy. At any rate, if there was trembling, she wouldn't notice it and neither would he.
"What have we here?" Wendy asked with a pretended frown as she stepped inside the bedroom door and looked at the boy.
He was again wearing a padded bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and high heels, but in addition, he was wearing one of her sheer nighties, the shortest one she owned.
"Your little girl was naughty again, Mummy," Andrew told her in a convincingly girlish tone. "I hope you're not going to take her little panties down and spank her on the bare bum."
"That's just what I'm going to do to my naughty little girl," Wendy told him and, through the sheer nightie, noted the way his erect penis caused the clinging red panties to bulge in a most unfeminine manner.
"Oh Mummy, don't spank me on the bare bum," he pleaded, again playing the little girl role convincingly. "I'll be good."
"I doubt that very much, dear. Besides, I've made up my mind that you're going to be spanked and that's it, you may as well resign yourself to it."
As she looked at herself in the mirror, it struck her as being incongruous that she was fully dressed while Andrew was excitingly undressed and would be even more so when she took his panties down for the spanking.
Going to the closet, she selected a nightie that was not quite sheer, but close to it. Holding it up, she decided it would be just right, so she tossed it onto the bed, then looked at the trembling boy and saw him perspiring in his wild excitement.
"Andrea, you are to go into the closet and close the door while I prepare to spank you. I'll call you when I'm ready."
"Please, Mummy, can't I stay and watch?"
"Into the closet at once," Wendy said firmly and he obeyed, though he looked sad at the thought of not being allowed to watch her undressing.
Wendy felt herself being swept up in passion as she took her dress off. She started to unhook her bra, then changed her mind. Another time, she told herself. For the time being that would be enough.
Picking up the pink nightie, she put it on and looked at her reflection in the mirror, telling herself how Andrew was going to love what he saw and, when he was lying over her thighs, what he felt.
"All right, naughty girl," she called. "You may bring your bum out of the closet and prepare to turn it up over my lap."
She watched the door open, then saw his eyes go wide with delight as he stared at her. The nightie that hadn't been totally sheer when she put it on, had suddenly become so as she stood, feet braced wide apart, directly in front of the lamp on her night table. She knew he could see clearly the outline of her thighs and panties and the twitching she saw in the front of his panties confirmed that and added to her excitement.
"Is my naughty girl ready for her spanking?" she asked as she stood with her hands on her hips, a serious expression on her beautiful face.
"Yes, Mummy," came the reply in that same girlish tone. "May I keep my panties on for my spanking?"
"Of course not, dear. Before I take you across my thighs, I'll take your panties down so that you'll get your spanking on your bare bum."
"Oh Mummy… Mummy," he sobbed as his mother sat on the armless chair, "Don't make me show my bare bum. I'll cry."
"You're going to cry anyway when Mummy spanks your bum, so it doesn't really matter. Come to me now to get spanked on the bare bum."
Andrew went to his mother and stood between her knees. The hem of her nightie had hiked high enough to show the expanded tops of her dark brown nylons, and one suspender. Staring downward, the boy had to fight to make his eyes focus.
"Raise your nightie now," Wendy told him. "Mummy is going to take your panties down."
"Oh please, Mummy, not my panties," he pleaded even as he pulled the nightie well above them and his mother saw a little circle of wetness in the panties where his penis was twitching with arousal.
"Down we go, little panties," Wendy said as she drew the garment down, almost to the tops of his nylons. "You really are a naughty girl, dear," she told him as she put a hand gently around his penis, squeezed it and gave it a few gentle strokes up and down, leaving the skin drawn back from the head.
"Uh… uh… uh," the boy panted with each stroke, then a little groan escaped him when she took her hand away.
"Lie over my thighs with your bare bum turned up to get spanked," she ordered and, sobbing, the boy obeyed.
Andrew did a lot of squirming as he got into position. In doing so, he felt the delicious contact of his bare skin on her nylons and her nightie, through both of which he was able to feel the warm, firm thighs. He didn't need to tell his mother how that touch aroused him. The throbbing of an extremely hard penis told her the story as she patted plump, girlish buttocks and felt her heart hammering with excitement and anticipation.
This time she didn't use the brush. She wanted to feel the contact of open hand on naked buttocks and as she gave him the first spank, tremors of passion raced through her. The sound was crisp and thrilling and her hand squeezed as it paused on the cheek, then rose to come down on the other buttock.
Although it was an erotic game, rather than a punishment, she slapped hard, each spank ringing through the room and then his cries accompanied the sound of the spanks, making the whole thing even more exciting for the woman. As she spanked the rapidly reddening rounds, she felt him squirming on her thighs, his hard penis rubbing on the thin nightie. A little smile appeared as she realized that just a little more rubbing would bring the boy to ejaculation.
But while she waited for that to happen, Wendy went on spanking the sobbing, squirming boy, scolding him and punctuating the words with stinging spanks. Even when his sobbing turned to crying, she just went on slapping from cheek to cheek while he kicked his nylon sheathed legs, looking and sounding very much like an outraged teenaged girl suffering through painful punishment over her mother's lap.
And then Wendy felt his body go tense, sensed a subtle difference in the sound of his crying and sniffling. There could be no doubt as to what was happening, so she changed the pace of the spanking, giving him a brisk shower of hot smacks on his hotly tingling buttocks.
His body jerked strongly, she brought her hand down hard and held the hot cheek as he ejaculated. She felt the measured throb… throb… throb of his penis, each throb shooting another spurt of semen onto her nightie. The warm fluid penetrated the garment easily and she felt semen on her right thigh as he went on shooting it, panting and grunting and sobbing.
"That's it, dear," Wendy urged in a warm whisper. "Let it all go. Shoot your cream and enjoy the feeling."
As she felt the semen shooting and running down the inside of her right thigh, Wendy squeezed and fondled an excitingly warm, red behind and trembled with desire for an orgasm of her own.
"There… there, baby," Wendy told her son as she felt the final small spasms, then he lay quietly sighing on her thighs. "Did you have a nice big come, darling?"
"Oh yes, Mummy, yes. It was my best one ever."
"I'm glad, dear. It was a very exciting spanking for me. I loved it."
"Oh Mummy, so did I. Oh Mummy… Mummy. I'm sorry I got your nightie all sticky."
"Don't be sorry, dear. It was very exciting to feel your hard cock throbbing and feel your semen spurting all over my thigh."
"Oh Mummy, you're so great," Andrew told her and she felt him rubbing subtly over her thighs. "Thank you, dear. Now take your hot bum to the bathroom and clean yourself up."
"Yes Mummy," he said, sounding sad, then he got to his feet.
Wendy smiled as she saw the semen smeared on his body, matted in his pubic hair.
"My, aren't we sticky," she said with a little giggle.
"Look at your poor nightie," he observed as he stepped out of his fallen panties. "Why don't you give it to me so I can wash it out for you."
"What a generous offer," she replied with a touch of sarcasm, then she carefully removed the garment and watched his eyes go wide as he stared at her in bra, panties and nylons.
In a pretense of looking for other things for him to wash, she walked around the room, then opened a lower drawer and bent over it, her behind facing him. Through the stretched nylon he stared at the crack between her buttocks, then below to where the crotch of her panties pressed against her vulva.
"I guess that's all, darling," she told him with a dazzling smile.
"What about your panties?" he asked. "Don't you want me to wash them too?"
"Mmmm, I suppose they could use a rinse. They do feel a bit moist in the crotch. Stand at the door with your back turned. If you even try to peek, you will not get a spanking for at least a week."
He obeyed and as she removed her bra and panties, she saw him trembling, saw sweat coursing down his body. Going to him, she reminded him not to turn, then she reached around him to hand him the garments. As she did so, Wendy couldn't resist the urge to allow her breasts to brush across his shoulders, causing him to tremble some more.
"Don't be upset if you hear some strange noises coming from my room," she cautioned her son.
"What kind of noises, Mum?"
"The kind of noises a woman likes to make when she is masturbating and having strong comes. It may sound as though I'm being killed, but I can assure you I'll be very happy. Off you go now," she told him, gave him a smack on the hot behind and he walked away.
Closing the door behind him, she went to stand in front of the mirror, feet wide apart. She fondled her breasts and then rubbed a hand slowly down over her tummy and mons veneris and then it was rubbing a vulva that felt very hot and tingly.
But there was no time for teasing herself, so she got onto the bed and lay on her back, her legs wide apart, crotch aimed right at the door. She sighed as she pushed the long finger deeply into her vagina and held it there as her behind squirmed on the bed.
"Oh Jesus," she said aloud, "this is going to be a big one."
She worked her finger slowly in and out, then began paying visits to her clitoris. It felt so sensitive that each touch caused her to jerk strongly. She began alternating the motion so that her finger would make a little circular rubbing of her clitoris, then push deeply into her slit, then up again to her tenderized passion bud.
It didn't take long for the first orgasm to happen and it was fierce. It was really too strong to be total pleasure as her groans and shrieks indicated, but then the tremors passed and her second orgasm was pure delight. After a brief pause, she triggered her third and it too was a thing of joy.
After that, she just lay resting on the bed while Andrew finally left his position outside the door and went to the bathroom to do his laundry.
When Wendy did emerge from her room, she wore only a short nightie and the garter belt and nylons that she hadn't bothered removing. Like the other nightie, it wasn't sheer, but as he feasted his eyes on it, Andrew saw the outline of big, firmly jutting breasts and teasing suggestions of firm buttocks and thighs and, though he couldn't be sure, faint suggestions of a bushy mons veneris.
She poured a drink and they talked of how exciting the evening had been.
"My bum is still nice and tingly," he told her with pride. "That was the best spanking you ever gave me."
"I'm glad you liked it, darling. You know, I've been wondering what it's like to get spanked. One of these days I'll have to find out."
"Oh Mum," the boy shouted. "Do you mean it? Right on the bare bum?"
"Uh huh. Since you enjoy it so much, I'm going to have to give it a try. Who knows, I may find that I like it too."
"Oh Mummy, yes… yes," Andrew said as he impulsively put his arms around his mother and then his hands were rubbing an excitingly big pair of buttocks through her nightie. The two cheeks felt so firm as his hands slid over the silky nightie.
"Hands off, naughty boy," Wendy told him and took him by both wrists.
When she went to kiss him good night later, Andrew asked for another spanking, but Wendy didn't want to overdo it. He pleaded, and by way of compromise, she had him lie face down, then she gave him five moderate spanks on each cheek.
Next morning, her mind was filled with thoughts of sex. She recalled the events of the previous day and hungered for more. Thoughts of incest came on strongly and frightened her. Knowing she had to get away from the house and find things to do to give her mind a rest, she went walking in the city.
Quite by accident, she stumbled on a lunchtime lecture on the subject of the influence of church on society. It was an interesting lecture and became more so as the speaker fielded questions from the audience.
"Surely you're not saying that incest is all right?" one woman asked him.
"I'm not saying it's right or wrong," he replied. "What I am saying is that before effective birth control, there were practical reasons to prohibit incest. As various breeds of animals were destroyed through inbreeding, so too could humans have been destroyed. Now that birth control is possible, the biggest argument against incest has been eliminated."
And that planted a new thought in Wendy's mind. She was sure that if she slipped into incest with her son, there was no danger that she would produce a child. From that point, she went on to consider other aspects, some of her reasoning based on what the speaker had said.
After all, she told herself, we love each other. We kiss, we touch. Where must the line be drawn? Must there be a line drawn? She engaged in a dialogue with herself for a long time and while it didn't result in her accepting incest as a nice thing, she was finding it harder to reject it out of hand.
In her bedroom, she saw the brush she had often used to spank her son. She picked it up, felt the smooth surface of the old-fashioned wooden backed brush, recalled the sounds and sights as it bounced off Andrew's buttocks. She felt passion flaring hotly.
Putting the brush down, she removed her dress, paused, then stripped naked. As she played with her breasts and looked at her reflection in the mirror, she glanced again at the brush.
Looking over her shoulder at her reflection in the glass, she rubbed the back of the brush over her buttocks and felt a fresh wave of excitement. Wendy was panting as she brought the brush back, then gave herself a hard smack on the right buttock.
It stung, yet it didn't really hurt. It left a pink blotch on her white skin and she felt a little warmth and tingle. When she gave her other cheek an even harder spank, the effect was the same, sting but not real pain or hurt. Two more spanks on each cheek increased the warmth, then she put the brush down and put a hand on each cheek. It felt warm. It felt so good. Wendy's buttocks became as sensitive as her vulva or nipples. She knew then that when her son returned from school, she was going to sample a real spanking.
While she bathed carefully, Wendy tried to picture herself lying over her son's lap, her behind bare as he spanked her and smacked intense heat and color into her buttocks. The thought became more and more exciting and that excitement continued as she knelt up in the tub and fingered herself to strong orgasm.
When she was ready to dress, she selected a black garter belt that would frame her behind nicely without getting in the way of the spanking. Her mind warned her that after taking an exciting spanking from the boy, she may be so aroused that she wouldn't be able to stop at that. She promised herself she would keep things under control, but as she attached the sheer nylons to the suspenders, she knew she was lying, but she knew too that she couldn't turn back, knew she had to have that spanking.
As she pulled a pair of black nylon panties on and snugged them around her body, she trembled at the thought of standing between Andrew's legs as he pulled them down to bare her bottom.
Wendy was just picking up her bra when she heard Andrew come into the house. He called hello, she answered, fastened the bra quickly, then grabbed a negligee and put it on. When she tied the sash, she realized the garment was totally sheer, then she told herself it didn't matter since she would take it off for the spanking anyway. Her knees trembled as she walked from her bedroom to meet her son.
"Oh wow," Andrew gasped at the sight of her.
"I'm glad you like the way I look, dear," she told him as his eyes feasted on her. "You're home early."
"I ran all the way. Mum, can I dress up? You know."
"Yes dear. You'll find lots of things in my bedroom."
Wendy heard his labored breathing as he ran by her and paused to turn and take one more look before he went into her room to strip naked and dress in her pretty things. As he did, a stiff penis caused the pale blue panties to bulge strongly. This time, he didn't bother with bra or nightie, just garter belt, nylons, panties and black pumps. Before leaving her bedroom, he rubbed a hand over his stiff penis. It felt so good.
"See what a bad girl I am?" he asked his mother as she stood in the kitchen, sipping a drink. "I stole your panties and I got a hard-on."
"I'm afraid I'm naughtier than you, dear." Wendy told her son. "I've been thinking sexy things all day and I've been fingering my cunt and having great big comes. I have to be spanked for that. Could you find someone to do that, to take my panties down and spank my bare bum very hard?"
"Could I ever. Do you really mean it, Mummy?"
"Yes, dear. I'm dying to find out what it's like."
"Come on. Let's get going," he told her, panting as his hand rubbed again over the panties to further arouse a very hard penis.
"Wait, dear. We'll plan it before we go to the room," she told him and took another sip. "You'll be the daddy and I'll be the bad girl," she began, then they went on to talk, to plan what promised to be a wildly exciting session between aroused mother and son.
As they made their plans, Wendy at first rejected the idea of having her bra taken off, then she gave in, the boy was delighted at the prospect of seeing her naked breasts.
"Oh please, Mum," Andrew said at another point, "don't make me use the brush. I want to feel my hand on your nice big bum cheeks."
They reached the compromise that he would commence the spanking with his hand, but would switch to the brush if he couldn't sting her buttocks enough with his hand, then they were ready to begin their erotic game.
In the bedroom, he asked her various questions about how she had masturbated and as she replied, he scolded her, then announced that she was going to be spanked. Wendy was good at the role of a nervous young girl as she sobbed, begged and pleaded, but Andrew was a very firm daddy and then Wendy sobbed as she took her negligee off and then, on his next firm command, she unhooked her bra, paused, then pulled it off her arms and tried to cover her big, firmly jutting breasts with her hands.
"Put your hands down, Wendy," he snapped. "If I want to look at your tits I'll look at them."
"No," she said in a defiant tone. "I won't let you see my tits."
Moving closer to her, playing his daddy role well, he gave her a pair of stinging spanks on her panties.
"Ooh… ow… oh Daddy, please don't. I'll take my hands away and show you my tits. Look, Daddy. See my bare tits."
"That's better," Andrew told her as he sat on the chair with his knees wide apart, "but you're going to pay for daring to argue with me. Come and kneel between my legs."
"What are you going to do, Daddy?" Wendy asked as she knelt, her breasts in exciting motion.
"To punish you, I'm going to feel your tits. I'm going to play with your big bare tits and then I'm going to take down your panties and spank your bare bum," he announced as he reached for the lovely breasts.
Both mother and son were panting as Andrew fondled and squeezed and rubbed. Her sensitive nipples grew long and hard and became more sensitive.
"Does it embarrass you to have your daddy play with your bare tits like this?" Andrew asked, his hands still busy.
"Yes, Daddy. I'm so ashamed. Please don't play with my tits."
"I'll play with them all I want," he told her. "I'm going to play with them, then take your panties down, and I'm going to play with your bare bum and spank it nice and hard. After I spank you, I may even suck your bare tits."
"Oh Daddy, not that," Wendy gasped and trembled with fierce passion.
"Stand up, Wendy and turn your back to me," he said, his gruff masculine tone belying the panties and nylons.
"Yes, Daddy. What are you going to do to me?" Wendy asked as she got to her feet, then turned to show him the way her little black panties covered so little of her big, beautifully rounded buttocks and how he could see the deep crack between her nether cheeks.
"I'm going to take these panties down and see your bum," he told her. "What a nice big bum you have, Wendy. I can give your big bum all the spanking I want," he went on as he played with her behind through and around the panties.
"Oh Daddy, please let me go. Please don't take my little panties down."
The went on playing their game for awhile as the boy fondled his mother's lush bottom, then he was slowly peeling the little panties down, panting, his heart pounding, his penis throbbing as he bared the lovely white buttocks and the smooth valley between.
He unveiled her slowly, giving her lots of time to plead that he not take her panties down, that he not spank her. It caused them both to become more and more highly aroused, then the panties fell around Wendy's ankles and, on command, she stepped out of them, sobbing.
"Turn around now, Wendy," he told her after pausing to feast his eyes on the sight of the round white buttocks in the frame of black garter belt. "Oh Daddy, I can't," she sobbed. "If I turn, you'll be able to see my… my cunty bush."
SMACK… SMACK… His hand slapped one cheek, then the other.
"Turn around this minute and show me your cunty bush," he ordered. "If you give me any trouble, I'm going to make you open your legs wide and show me your cunt."
He gave her two more spanks, then, with a little cry, she turned, covered her mons veneris with her hands for an instant, then drew them away to show him the rather small triangle of bushy, curly hair.
"So that's what your cunt bush looks like, is it?" he said as he put a hand on her right buttock, drew her close, then his right hand went to the nicely rounded mount and he heard her panting as he felt it while fondling her buttock.
"Oh Daddy… Daddy, please don't spank me… my bum," she sobbed, eager for the spanking to commence. "You'll make my poor bum all red and hot."
"That's just what I'm going to do," he told her, then gave her a stinging spank.
"Oh no, Daddy… no… no… please… not my bare bum."
"Lie down over my lap," he growled and gave her another hard slap. "Get your bare bum turned up for a spanking this minute or I'll take my cock out and fuck you."
That hadn't been a part of their plan and the words sent fresh waves of arousal soaring through the woman as she bent, paused, then she was lying across his firm young thighs and feeling his penis throbbing against her. She felt wetness, knew that his aroused tool had already emitted a few drops, that before long, one way or another, semen would spurt very strongly from that throbbing penis.
He played with her behind boldly as he scolded, a hand exploring every curve and hollow, the tips of his fingers going into the deep crack to savor the intense heat there.
Through it all, Wendy sobbed and pleaded and begged to be spared the spanking, but it wasn't to be as Andrew raised his hand high, paused, then brought it down in a very hard spank which drew a loud cry from his mother and caused her to squirm over his lap.
"Oh Daddy… ow… my bum… SPANK… ow… oohhhh… SPANK… ow… sob… oh Daddy… SPANK… oh my bum… my bum… oohh… SPANK… SPANK… SPANK…"
As he spanked while his mother cried and squirmed and kicked her beautiful legs, Andrew sensed he had reached an ultimate peak of joy, one that could never be surpassed by him or by anyone.
And while his heart threatened to crash through his rib cage, his mother was at least as delighted. Her big behind became hot, then hotter, then felt as though fire was blazing in her nether cheeks, yet she loved each and every spank and caught her breath as she hungered for the next.
As he watched color spread over the twin rounds of a magnificent behind, heard her cries and felt her writhing, Andrew didn't want to stop, but felt he should.
"There… SPANK… there… SPANK… Do you think you've learned your lesson, you bad girl?" he asked as his right hand fondled the glowing cheeks.
"Piss on you, dumb Daddy," she snapped. "You can go fuck yourself. You can't scare me, you shit head."
With a little cry of delight, Andrew got the message and then he was spanking harder and faster than before as his mother cried and kicked and squirmed while fiery, red color glowed from a line across the top of her crack to the tops of her thighs where milky white contrasted with red skin and black garter belt.
At last, when the boy saw purple bruises marring the exciting red of her skin, he stopped spanking and helped his mother to her feet. Tears trickling down her face, she held her blazing buttocks with both hands and rubbed the big, red cheeks, the motion causing her naked breasts to bounce about.
Because of her position, the boy was able to see all of the frontal view and, by looking past her, into the mirror, he saw the reflection of her hands massaging the plump red rounds and hoped he wouldn't go off in her panties and lose his very strong erection.
"Oh my bum… my bum… it's so hot, Daddy," Wendy panted as she rubbed, delighting in the hot tingling.
"Yes, it's hot and it's red and it's pretty. So is your cunt bush and your big tits."
"Oh no, Daddy… no…"
"No what?" Andrew asked.
"No, don't make me lie down on the bed and show you my cunt. Please, Daddy. Not that. Not my little pink cunt."
Excitement flared as Andrew realized what his mother was saying, that she wanted him to force her to do it.
"That's just what I'm going to make you do," he told her and felt his penis trying to tear through the panties.
"But Daddy… sob… if you do, you'll take your big cock out and stick it in my cunt. You'll fuck me, Daddy. I'm so afraid, Daddy. Your cock is so big and so hard and strong."
"Get on the bed, Wendy," he told her as he got up, gave her a hard spank, then repeated the command.
"Oh no, Daddy… no… no…" she sobbed as she walked to the bed, naked breasts swaying red buttocks in lovely motion.
And then she was lying on her back on the bed, her thighs pressed tightly together.
"Open your legs," he ordered, trying to keep his tone firm as his voice broke with passion. "Open your legs and show me your cunt."
When she didn't comply, Andrew got onto the bed and reached for her thighs. He tried to pry them apart, but she resisted as he tugged, then she was raising them and he changed the pressure, his hands following the movement of her thighs.
"Oh no, Daddy… no… no… not my cunt," she sobbed as lust consumed her. "Not my little pink cunt… Not that, Daddy."
And then it was Andrew's turn to cry out as her thighs parted and, with her knees bent up, her crotch opened wide and he stared at the first vulva he had ever seen.
There in her hairless crotch, nestled between the big white thighs he saw the pink slash. It looked so warm and soft and tempting that he felt dizzy with passion.
"Oh Daddy… don't… don't touch my… my cunt," she sobbed, sounding like a very frightened little girl. "Please don't put your hand on my cunt. Please don't stick your finger in my little cunt."
His hand trembled as it pressed on the soft vulva that felt so warm, so thrilling. He rubbed, his penis throbbing, she squirmed, then he found the passage and slowly pushed a finger deeply into it and they both moaned loudly.
"Oh Daddy… Daddy," she panted. "You're fingering my cunt just like I do when I masturbate. Oh Daddy… Daddy."
He moved closer, his face coming down for a closer view of what he was invading with a finger, then her right hand went behind his head and she was tugging on it.
"Oh Daddy… don't… you mustn't," she panted. "Don't put your face right in my crotch. Don't kiss and suck and lick my cunt, Daddy," she implored as she pulled his eager face down into her crotch and then she shrieked as she felt his open mouth on her vulva.
"Oh Daddy… you're sucking my cunt… oh Daddy… no… no… don't suck my cunt, Daddy… no… no… no…" she panted as she opened her crotch wider and felt his hands rubbing hips and thighs and tummy as he sucked with the greedy skill of a very experienced lover.
"Oh Daddy, don't get your tongue up my cunt… Don't lick my cunt and make me come… oh Daddy… Daddy."
She shrieked as his tongue worked into the slit and licked over her hard clitoris, then went in deeply to probe and lick where she was very hot and juicy.
Both her hands were on his head then, pulling his face into her crotch as her tingling behind jerked up and down on the bed.
Alternately sucking and licking her juicy aperture, the boy drove his mother wild with lust and then she was shrieking in orgasm so strong that it was painful. As she pulled his wet face more and more tightly into her crotch while her body jerked strongly, Andrew couldn't breathe, thought his neck would break, but he didn't give a damn. He was in a state of ecstasy beyond description, beyond belief. And then the tremors eased, passed, and Wendy sighed as she released his head and he knelt up, his eyes wet and out of focus as he stared down and saw the radiant smile on her face.
"Oh Daddy," she said and sighed again, "what a sweet cunt lapping you gave me. Oh, how you sucked and lapped my cunt. Oh Daddy, what a beautiful big come you made me have. My cunt is tingling just like my bum cheeks, Daddy."
"Wow!" he gasped and then licked his lips. "Did we really do that?"
"Oh yes, my darling Daddy. You sucked my cunt better than anyone ever did before. What are you going to do now, Daddy?"
"I… uh… I'm…" he stammered.
"Oh no, Daddy, you're not going to take your panties off, are you?"
"Yes I am," he told her as he knelt up and jerked the panties down, his penis leaping to freedom, a magnetic pull trying to get it into her crotch.
"Oh Daddy. Your cock is so big and strong. Oh Daddy, if you lie down on me and stick it in my cunt, you'll fuck me. Oh Daddy, I've never had a cock in my cunt. I've never been fucked. Oh Daddy… Daddy," she panted as he fell on her wet, firm body and felt her arms wrap around him as his stiff penis throbbed and twitched in her crotch.
Andrew wasn't at all sure he could perform the act, but he was determined to give it his best try. Reaching down in her crotch, he grasped his twitching tool and searched for a slit to poke it into. Since his tongue had already visited that slit, he knew it was there, somewhere. All he had to do was find it.
And then find it he did, and with a mighty lunge, his penis went into her to the hilt. He groaned as his penis throbbed inside her where she felt so hot and juicy and slippery.
"Oh Daddy, your great big cock is in my little cunt," she said, panting, her hot behind squirming on the sheet. "You're not going to work your cock in and out of my hot cunt, are you? You're not going to fuck your little girl, are you, Daddy? Oh Daddy," she gasped as he began stroking and saw that his body knew what to do, "you're fucking me… Your great big hard cock is fucking my juicy little cunt… Oh Daddy… Daddy… fuck… fuck… fuck… oh Daddy," she said and used both hands to spank his bobbing behind while he fed stiff penis to her like a beautifully oiled piston.
Much too soon, despite his best efforts to hold back the threatening ejaculation, he gave her a shower of short, fast strokes, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his naked, sweating, trembling body, then he was jerking out of control and she crushed him as he pumped his very strong charge into her hotly sucking vagina and she drained him until he groaned like a dying person.
For a little while, they rested in warm silence, their sweat mingled, then it was Wendy who broke the silence.
"Oh dear," she said with little girl awe, "I do believe we've done something quite naughty."
"Oh Mummy, I can't believe it. It was so great. You let me fuck you," he said, awe in his voice.
"And what a beautiful fuck it was, darling. You ate my cunt and fucked me like a first class lover. Jesus, I feel so good. I'm glowing all over. Ooh, darling, what a delicious cunt lapping and fucking that was. How do you feel, dear? Tired?"
"I've never been so tired in my life, Mum, but I never felt so good. Oh Mummy… Mummy, I'm so excited. I fucked you and spanked you and sucked your cunt and everything."
"Yes, my darling lover," she told the boy as she moved him and fed a breast into his mouth. "You lie on Mummy's tummy and suck her tits while you rest. Yes dear, that's nice. That's so nice. Suck Mummy's pretty tits and just rest until your cock gets hard so you can fuck me again."
"Did you really mean what you said about fucking you again?" Andrew asked, later, when they sat up on the bed.
"Of course, darling. Now that we've gone this far, we can't just stop, can we?"
"We sure can't," he agreed with delightful enthusiasm. "Oh Mummy, it's all too good to be true. I still can't believe it really happened."
"I'm finding it a bit hard to believe myself, dear," she assured him. "I tried to resist. I didn't want it to happen, but I got so sexy I couldn't stop. I hope we'll never be sorry we took this step."
"Oh Mum, you have to be kidding," he told his mother as he reached for her breasts and fondled them. "We're going to be so happy. Did you really like getting your beautiful big bum spanked?"
"Like it? I loved it darling. You're good at it, very good. I can still feel my ass tingling and hot and my cunt is tingling and hot. Did you really love doing it to my bum?"
"Did I ever. I hope you'll let me spank you often from now on and you'll spank me just as often."
"Which do you I like better, dear?" Wendy asked. "Do you prefer spanking my bum or getting your bare bum spanked?"
"I can't tell, honest. I love them both and I love to suck your cunt and tits and to fuck you. They're all great. I love them all."
"It must be very exciting to have discovered sex at the age of eighteen."
"It sure is. I never dreamed there was so much to sex. I guess I thought it was just taking your clothes off and fucking."
"You haven't discovered it all yet, darling," Wendy told him. "There is so much more to it, so many acts, so many variations of each one."
"How can there be? Will you teach me everything?"
"I'll teach you everything I know, darling, then we'll go on to learn new things together."
"What kind of things, Mum?" he asked as he shifted his position so that he could fondle both her breasts.
"There are so many it's hard to know where to begin, dear. For example, suppose one day you take me over your lap and give me a sound spanking until my ass is red hot. After that, you could give me a strapping while I'm bent over a chair or the bed."
"Yeah… yeah," he said, excitedly.
"But that's not all, dear. While I'm bent over with my ass all red and hot, you could move up close behind me, work your stiff prick up my asshole and bum fuck me. You would feel my big, hot ass against your belly and you'd screw my ass until you shot your charge deep inside me."
"Oh Mum, it's so exciting to think of all the things there are to do."
"Yes, darling, it is exciting. It's just as exciting for me. I see your cock is trying to get hard again. Are you going to make it?"
"I think so. I really want to get it hard."
"In a minute, I'll take you over my lap and give you a spanking. If that stiffens your cock, I'll show you an exciting way of getting it off."
"How, Mummy?"
"I'll take your beautiful prick in my mouth and suck you off. You'll shoot all your cream in my mouth and I'll drink it. How does that sound, darling?"
"Oh Mummy, do you really mean it. Would you suck my cock?"
"Of course, dear. I've sucked a few cocks in my day and I really love it. I just love the feel of a big hard cock throbbing in my mouth while it shoots all that warm, rich cream to me."
Noticing that his penis was rising nicely, Wendy sat on the edge of the bed, took her son over her lap and his penis became very hard as his buttocks became very hot. After that, when she sucked him off until he was totally drained, Andrew discovered yet another form of sexual ecstasy.
Andrew is still learning about all the joys of sex with his mother and so, for that matter, is she, as they continue to experiment with various acts, positions, locations, situations.
Today, at twenty, Andrew is still as eager and boyish in his enthusiasm as he was at eighteen when his mother took him to bed for the first time. And, since the lovely therapy of sex works both ways, Wendy looks younger today than she did then.
Ain't life grand?