Mom wiped a finger along her cheek and then plopped it into her mouth, sucking at it in a highly exaggerated fashion.
“Yes,” she nodded. “That is definitely your cum on my cheek.”
She slipped her other hand free and bent to untie her ankles.
“You were in my dresser, weren’t you? Playing with things you shouldn’t have?”
As she spoke, soft and guttural, she continued to wipe at the cum on her face and chest. Pausing to suck her fingers clean.
“Stand up, Joshua.”
With a shuddering breath, I pushed myself off the floor, using the bed for leverage. I fought not to sway.
“Have you been a naughty boy, Joshua?”
I nodded.
It was her turn to shake her head. As depleted as I was, I had to suppress a smile.
Touche, Mom. Nicely played, I silently congratulated her.
“Yes, Mom. I’ve been naughty. I took things from your drawer. I played with my cock and got cum on you.”
“You teased me a great deal didn’t you, Joshua?”
“Yes, Mom. I thought you would like it.”
“Oh, I loved it but still, what a naughty big boy you’ve grown up to be.”
She wiped a trail of cum off her breast with two fingers, then paused.
Sultry mom was gone. Janice, my mom, replaced her.
“Same rules, Josh. No safe words. Just a simply no, okay baby?”
I nodded.
Her eyes re-ignited. Her body, not just her voice, morphed into something more primal.
“Open wide. Do you want to see what you did to me?”
I opened and she put her two fingers into my mouth. I never occurred to me, ridiculous as that seems in retrospect, that her fingers would taste like my cum. I had never tasted my cum. Never even considered it.
I cannot describe the taste. From what I have read no one can. Semen sure as hell does not taste salty. It tasted weird; that’s all I got.
I remember thinking, well that wasn’t so bad. Oops. I should have touched wood.
“Hmm, should I make you clean me up with your tongue?” she purred. “Or does Joshua deserve a spanking?”
“Spanking,” I immediately replied, not out of any horror at licking the scant traces of my cum off her chest but as soon as she mentioned spanking my cock, my poor aching, tired, cock twitched.
“I don’t know,” Mom sighed. “You made your choice awfully quickly. You might enjoy it too much.”
I assure you I was a very naïve young man. I watched porn, of course, but nothing too out there. I had never watched any serious BDSM, except a few loose restraints, such as I had applied to Mom earlier, but as soon as it was mentioned, I was consumed by the idea of being spanked.
Mom had ignited a desire I knew had to be explored. Having been offered, I did not want to lose the chance. Of course, I could have simply said, “spank me” and she would have, but I was in the groove. We had traded spots.
I had been in control.
Now she was.
So, I leaned forward and did as she asked. I drew my tongue over one of the shiny smears on her breast. I stopped when I got to her nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and tugged, knowing she liked that.
Her gasp echoed in my ears and made my heart soar.
I cleaned her breasts and loved her nipples, savoring her pleasure. She enjoyed my ministrations. That was enough to overcome any hesitancy.
Finished, I lifted my head and captured her eye.
“I should still be spanked, Mom.”
With that I bent over the end of the bed, legs sprawled. My cock and balls were visible, pressed against the mattress.
Mom stepped to one side. I heard the sound of her hand connecting with my right butt cheek before I felt the sting.
“You’re going to hurt your hand more than my butt.”
She crossed to her closet. She had a several belts, all hanging tidily from a set of hooks. She selected one, I assumed at random, and returned to stand at the end of the bed.
“You need to guide me,” she whispered, all mother now, no hint of role playing in her voice.
“Okay,” I replied.
I heard the soft whistle as the belt sliced through the air, then the sound and burn of it connecting with my skin. It stung more than her hand but not a lot more. I could feel my cock getting hard.
“Harder,” I whispered. Thwack. “Harder.”
The process was repeated twice more before I hissed, “that’s good.”
Strangely, it was good. It hurt. Quite a bit to tell the truth but every stroke raced straight to my cock, stiffening it.
Fuck me. I like pain. I thought and on the heels of that, would I like giving pain?
I did not count the strokes. If Mom did, she never said. My ass was in flames. My cock once again aching.
“Have you learned your lesson, naughty boy?”
I pondered the question. “I still not sorry I came on your gorgeous breasts,” I replied at last.
“I see,” she growled.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
The pain isolated me from the rest of the world. There was only the fire on my ass. The ache in my cock and and the smell of mom’s cunt.
“Can I apologize by eating your cunt?” I asked, the waver in my voice was not an act.
“No, Joshua you cannot. I need your cock. Fuck me. Hard. Like the first time, my face and chest smashed against the wall as your cock pounds into me.”
I mentally shrugged. What’s another role reversal in the situation we found ourselves navigating.
I rose from the bed and crossed to the dressing mirror hanging on the closet door. I turned my back to it and looked over my shoulder. My ass was a mass of purple and red welts.
“Feel my ass. Is it as hot as your cunt?”
Mom crossed the small space and rested her hand on my ass. She hissed.
“Are you okay?” she whispered.
“Never better,” I replied with a smile before my features morphed into a feral look of lust.
Mom’s eyes blazed. She turned and pressed her chest to the wall beside the closet door.
I squatted, used one hand to lift her hips higher and other to steer my cock into her waiting pussy. I paused with the head of my cock just inside her. Cock ready, I grabbed both her hips.
I jerked her onto my cock as I thrusted. I impaled her on my cock.
She gasped.
I pulled out. Hesitated. Ram my cock back home.
To someone standing outside the bedroom door the sounds are bodies made would have sounded like someone was being beaten.
The fire on my ass cheeks was forgotten. I was aware of nothing except the feel of Mom’s pussy clenching at my cock and the sound of our grunts and gasps.
I roared as my cock did its best to fill her with cum. I doubt there was much left. I kept pounding until my roar was answered with a snarled, “holy fucking Christ!”
We staggered back to the bed and collapsed, feet still on the floor, eyes closed, bed shaking from our pounding hearts and heaving chests.
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