Title: Spanking Never So Deserving Keywords: mF, inc, mdom, mom, son, spank, mat, cheat, nc, nosex Author: Caesar Summary: A mother and her adult son wrestle and she ends up getting a spanking - he learns that his mother wants more. The Sultan was peeved with his harem, And cooked up a scheme for to scare'em. He caught a big mouse Which he loosed in the house. (Such confusion is called harem-scarem). Spanking Never So Deserving by Caesar, copyright 2002 $Revision: 1.13 $ $Date: 2008-05-22 22:19:33 $ "I suppose you had all sorts of fun together?" One of her eyebrows was raised and she wore a half smile, the sexual implications obvious. "Mom!" Yes I was a little shocked. My mother never spoke about my personal life with my long-time live-in girlfriend, never hinting at our sexual intimacies together. It was a little disconcerting. As I do frequently in any given month, mom had called me to come over to help with some 'man stuff' - as she liked to call it. This time it was to move the Christmas boxes back down to the storage in the basement of her building. After the chore was complete, she asked me to stay and 'talk' - which was not normal between us. My initial guess was that she was feeling lonely. "Well did Carol at least have fun?" That naughty look had not disappeared yet and I was starting to feel nervous beneath its gaze. Mother had offered to brew up some tea but after sitting next to me on the couch, the tea seemed to have been forgotten. The questions, at first, were about my car, her work and my work. The awkward tension still thick between us. Then mother asked about my girlfriend, Carol, and my vacation two weeks before Christmas - her eyes taking on a twinkle. "Mom... that is none of your business!" My embarrassment was turning into a smoldering anger and I was wishing I could escape from this conversation, from this couch and even from my parent's apartment. A short silence followed while mothers smirk slowly melted - I was not going to play any sort of verbal game with her. It was wrong, for one, and just plain weird for another. Her small hand came out and gently gasped my arm, just above the elbow - and in a stupid reaction I pulled away. Her hand jerked forward again till it touched my rib cage above my sweater. In retrospect she was simply apologizing for the suggestive comments, so uncharacteristic of her, that I was totally innocent. But of course, I am very ticklish and jerked away from her with a bark of uncontrollable laughter. A wide mischievous grin spread upon her lips and she dove toward me with both hands shaped like claws. "Mom!" My protest fell on deaf ears as she began to earnestly tickle my upper torso and beneath my arm pits. It lasted less than a minute, but if your ticklish, then you know that that can be a very long minute! This tickle attack was just like I was seven year old again and mother attacking me with her evil intent. It was all in malicious fun, of course, but when your enduring such an attack, you don't consider the lighthearted reasoning behind the aggressive act. I finally grasped both her small wrists in my own and caught my breath. She was grinning playfully, that mischievous twinkle not yet extinguished from her eyes. I knew if I let her hands go, I would be attacked yet again. I'll blame it on the earlier anger and then the defencive frustration of being tickled that caused my sudden movement when she was able to move her hands inside my arms and tickle the inside of my elbows. Also a ticklish spot! To stop another round of tickling, I yanked her forward rather roughly. Mother was a small woman, much shorter than I and much lighter. So when I inadvertently yanked her, she practically flew from her seat and fell onto my lap. "Oh... your in trouble now honey...!" I could hear the threat in her tone - her evil ticklish intentions had not yet extinguished. I still had one of mother's wrists in hand and held her firmly in place - determined not to be tickled any further. I am no longer a seven year old boy for gods sake! There before me was her denim covered bottom, her sweater having being thrown up to her waist in the initial landing upon my lap. With barely a thought I brought up my free hand and watched it descend almost as if it was in slow motion so that it landed loudly upon mothers round soft bottom. Suddenly all is quiet in the room. Mother is no longer struggling and I continue to stare dumbly at the bottom before me as my hand again hit it with a resounding smack. Gone was the threat of being tickled by an irritating parent leaving my anger smoldering. I'm not a huge guy but I am much larger than my mother and I am quite strong, my hands being rough and large from years of camping and fishing let alone from working in the mills. Her ass though, each cheek was wider than the breadth of my hand, so that with each strike resounded with a loud violent splat upon her body. I struck either one or the other cheek at a time. How many I gave her I have no idea. Yet I became conscious that after the first several minutes she was jerking violently with each strike of her person and that my hand was starting to numb. When I finally stopped, staring dumbly at my mothers abused bottom - realizing, thankfully, that the denim hid any abusive evidence. I could hear both mothers and my own heavy breathing. Minutes passed and nothing moved and no sound was made in her well kept living room. The enormity of what I had just done hit me - and I tried to put meaning into it; that this was the moment that mother will finally understand that I'm not her little boy any more, but a man. My striking of her ass was not within the same boundaries of her playful tickles - I had lost my patience and my anger had exploded into action. Now, though, I was left with a confused mess of emotions and a rapidly burning palm. Mother slowly, as if each movement was an effort, rolled off my lap so that she knelt upon the floor. Her face was turned away from me and I could feel the awkwardness of the moment. What I had just done must have hurt her terribly - I had put my anger, humiliation and frustration into each strike. She had been an innocent to receive such a punishment - the first time I had ever struck a woman. Without a word I stood in a smooth motion and then walked from my mothers apartment. I felt her eyes following me until the door shut, cutting off her gaze. -*- Ultimately it had been months later that I again stepped into my mothers home alone. Oh sure there had been the normal functions that I had always attended - the most reoccurring was the Sunday supper, each and every week. My girlfriend Carol always attended with me those days. Nothing was said between mother and I, nor did I tell anyone else, even my girlfriend. It was just so strange, such a surreal memory that it it could not have been an actual event. The days and then the weeks following had been awkward - mother not even able to look at me. Carol asked me about it and I told her I had no idea what had gotten into my mother. After mother overcame whatever emotions she endured, there still existed an awkwardness whenever she spoke to me, almost a fear... of something. Mom then asked me to come over early the next Saturday morning, there was a chore for me that only I could help with. For the first time since the event that caused me to place her over my knee for a harsh and lengthy spanking, I dared go over without Carol. Whom I may add, was still sleeping when I left for mothers'. Something was wrong, I saw it in moms eyes after I shut the door behind me, discarding my boots and winter jacket. She stood at the end of her short hallway with her hands on her hips, wearing her pearl coloured two-piece silk pyjama tops and bottoms. "Whats up mom?" A nervousness crept into my heart. "Don't you 'mom' me! You forgot to call...", what followed was a five minute dressing down, with the tone of mothers voice getting louder and shriller. The frustrating thing for me was, what she was blaming me for was something she told me weeks before to not bother with. When I tried to interrupt and explain my side of things she had more ammunition, this time for rudely interrupting her! I barely said two words in those first minutes of my visit! At one point minutes into the dressing down, I snapped and turned to retrieve my boots and jacket - I was getting out of there. Mother was going nuts or something! Maybe Carol was right and it was a hormonal thing, something about the 'change of life'. Whatever the fuck that was. Like a little pixie, she rushed frantically forward and snatched my jacket while I was putting on my boots and quickly retreated further into her apartment. Since it was negative thirty outside, not counting the wind chill, there was no way I could leave without my parka. "Mom! Mom...?" Now this was a mature way for her to act! With my boots on, and tied, I strode purposefully into her living room to see her standing there, my jacket beneath her bare feet on her carpeted floor. That is a very expensive jacket! As soon as I saw this she started in, continuing my dressing down where she had left off before she had stolen my jacket. I could not leave with her standing on my jacket, I could not take much more of this mindless yelling either. It was not so much a snap as it was a flash of a recent past event - of her laying over my lap as I punished her for treating me so commonly. Nothing had been said that time and the punishment, regardless of how guilty it made me feel, had worked - it had stopped mother treating me like a pre-teen. She did not fight as I yanked her by her elbow. I dropped down to the couch, mother across my lap. I moved my hand so that it held one of her hands behind her back as if to restrain her - but mother had stopped talking and lay over my knees without any resistance, without a sound. Not so unlike the last time I watched, as if in slow motion, as my hand rose up and then dropped back down upon the bottom there before me. It was different this time, no thick denim or undergarments - only the thin silky pyjama bottom to cover her fleshy ass. The flesh beneath her covering danced wildly with each strike. I rained half a dozen spankings upon her ass, distantly analyzing the difference in sound and feel of each strike from the last spanking I had given her while mother jerked before me with each hit. Mother made no resistance up to that point, other than jerk her whole body as my hand struck, when I thought it would be more effective if a spanking would happen upon bare skin. It was a malicious thought rather than an inquisitive or sexual one. And I could not tell you whence it originated. Only that my smoldering anger was still hot with passion and I was not yet done punishing mother for acting so immature. Yet when my hand grasped the elastic waist band of her pyjama bottoms, mother started to kick and fight me, trying to roll away. She was yelling "No", over and over. Obviously she understood what I was about to do, want I intended and she did not like it very much evidently. Hell - she should have thought of that before screaming at me for ten fucking minutes and then standing on my jacket like a child! This reaction from her only added to my fury and my restraining hand held her arm bent behind her back firmly holding her waist directly upon my lap even as her bottoms were pulled down to a point mid way to the back of her knees. What I saw froze me for nearly a full minute - mother also calming down to her earlier quiet stillness, letting me get my visual fill. I've seen many bare female asses since I was a teenage, and could properly evaluate each one individually, but none like the one before me. For one, it was my mothers - and that adds a certain alien quantity when weighed against any other woman. Then it was also the oldest ass I have ever seen, and if truth be told it could easily compete against some of the sluts I've bedded before finding Carol. Mother was a tiny woman, small of bone and frame - yet she had a flaring waist with a full bottom that thrust out provocatively. It was not overly pronounced - but god help me, I shall never be able to look at her from the back again without seeing her bare ass in my mind. The white skin was unblemished and very smooth so that it nearly shone in the bright morning light. It already had a hint of redness where I had struck her earlier - looking so out of place that it suddenly felt criminal what I had done to it. I placed my open palm gently upon the far cheek and still mother did not move - but she let out a long loud sigh as I gave her a single squeeze. What the hell has gotten into her - with me? I no longer watched my hand but the white flesh as I began to spank its tender skin. The whole of each cheek flattened violently and a wave of flesh rapidly flowed out from my hand. When I withdrew it, for another strike, the skin was brighter in colour, almost glowing with proof of my anger. I spanked mothers ass for what felt like forever - her normally white skin a bright red hot mess before me. Gone was my anger and was replaced by something else, something almost animal in its intensity. She had jerked violently at each strike and had gasped out at the pain, yet the only other response was a harsh deep breathing. When I stopped striking her, that irregular breathing turned to sobs and mother begin to cry, her whole body convulsing with anguish. Gone was my anger, gone was my frustration, gone even was that alien feeling that drove me to strike mother's bare ass. I had hurt the most important family member in my life and I felt like a lowly piece of shit. I watched as mother slowly rolled onto the floor and awkwardly stood before yanking up her pyjama bottom with one hand, the front over her crotch as she ran out of the room, bare red ass dancing wildly. I heard the door to her bedroom slam shut and then the muffled sobs behind it. I sat for a long while, remembering the sight of her ass as I struck it, as she hobbled out of the room comically, tragically. As silent as I could I retrieved my coat from the floor and made my way out of my mothers apartment. Only when I got into the frigid cold did I feel something on one of my legs. There on one denim thigh was a round damp spot approximately where mothers waist had been. -*- The memory of that wet spot, which I instinctively knew was not urine, allowed me to overcome my embarrassment much faster than the previous time I had overstepped my boundaries as a child. If I had thought about it, I would have realized why mother did not fight when finally placed upon my lap. That it was from some strange desire or kink to be spanked! Only after that last encounter, driving home on the dangerous icy roads did I realize that the whole thing had not been an accident. That mother had not worn her silk pyjamas by chance and that the spanking had nothing to do with hormones when her mood changed as quickly as the wind. No, she knew I would be alone and had wanted to be placed over my knee yet again, wanted even to be struck like a naughty child. Believe it or not, I had never thought of my mother as a woman. The realization that she had some deep seated need to be spanked, especially by her own child, was beyond me in understanding but gave me the knowledge and the power that she could not force me to do it again unless I wished too. Did I wish too was the question that dominated my thoughts? The next visit was three days later, after work and after supper. Though still early in the evening, it was black and cold out, and I found mother seated in the living room wearing only a cotton nightie that ended about mid-thigh. Normally, she would not leave her room wearing such a garment, but would have put on her white bathrobe. The sight of her wearing that garment seemed to add fuel to my hypothesis about mothers desire for spankings. Since it was so early in our visit, I felt reassured in knowing what her game was before she made her play. Before I could even start to apologize as the purpose of this visit, she coldly says, "I am going to tell Carol." A trigger went off in my head but before I acted I consciously looked inward and realized that I wanted to do this, wanted to put her over my knee. Mother was a woman, she had sexual needs - and if being spanked by the only man she could trust turned her crank, so be it! Hell, if truth be told, I was enjoying it more than a little myself. Harshly I barked, "Get up mom!" The cold look in her eye disappeared instantly and she soberly and slowly stood up. I quickly sit down, make myself comfortable and then pat my lap. "Assume the position mom." There it was, now we both knew our roles. Mother barely hesitated before she slowly lay down over my lap. I easily, and without any resistance from my mother, flip her nightie up to her waist leaving her bare from the waist down. There it was, the redness gone leaving the pale smooth skin that was flawless in its perfection. A realization came to me at that second in time, that if you classified any given woman by a single body part; a breast, legs, or ass... mother was most definitely the latter. It must be one of her prime erogenous zones I guessed - my evidence based on her pleasure and drive for a spanking. Lovingly I gave each of her bottom cheeks a firm squeeze, enjoying the soft smooth warm flesh immensely. Mother mewed near-silently at the twin touches but otherwise sat still awaiting her punishment. I did not hold anything back as I struck her again and again. Why should I - mother wanted me to spank her, she needed me spank her. And hell, I enjoyed it as well! For one thing, it made me feel like a man like no other time in my life. I had simply ordered mother over my lap and she did it - now I was giving a taboo-spanking and we both enjoyed it. I could do this any time and knew it, it was my new found power over my mother, while to her I imagined it was like her kryptonite, her bane. I finally stopped when my hand was hot and numb, burning. Though, comparing it to that red flaming ass beneath me - I would say I got the light end of the deal. Mother though had reacted in kind; jerking to each strike, grasping or groaning as I hit her, breathing hard and fast. Something was different this time; which became apparent soon after I had stopped her spanking. She did not roll off my lap but sat breathing heavily as if waiting. For what? More spankings? I doubted either her or I could take much more. My hand lay gently upon the back of one thigh, high up near where her ass started when I saw her back arch downward which pushed her bottom up. This caused the shadowed crack of her ass to widen and the dark curly mass between her soft upper thighs to come into sight. Then I smelt it! I've been with enough women to understand the scent, though each woman was slightly different. Mother was excited, so excited that her sex was putting out her scent so that it filled the small living room. Almost as if in a dream, I brought up the hand from her thigh and sucked on, first, one finger and then the other. I moved my hand back down and the fingers slipped into the shadowed mass of curly hair between my own mothers legs. I found it with ease, the heat and wetness sucking me anxiously. The first two saliva covered fingers slid effortlessly into her body with ease, the third slipped down the slippery crack to tease the hard button at the tip of the crevice, the thumb pressing into the damp wrinkled hard sphincter muscle. Mothers reaction was a thing of beauty, a sexual being who had finally been allowed out of its cage. With the plunging of my digits, it was like another barrier had been torn down between us. My parent did not try to hide her pleasure from me, that she needed this... pleasure with me. Mother screamed out and arched her back upward so that her upper torso lifted off my lap, my hand was caught between her thighs and ass cheeks as she orgasmed violently and very visually. She was jerking and thrashing upon my lap and I used my other hand to hold her about the waist, not wanting her to drop to the floor at my feet or fall off her perch. I had done barely anything to set this reaction off, a plunge of my fingers was all. So amazing a sight, so thankful I was to witness it that I had not removed my hand and fingers with her climax. Instead, I waited until she had calmed, again laying upon my lap as if unconscious before I began to move within her. The two fingers emulated a small cock, moving expertly and evenly in and out of that hot wet fleshy hole. The thumb though, had eased to the first knuckle in her post-orgasm phase, when even her rectum had loosened and relaxed. The third finger was the magic one - it diddled the clitoris intermittently, teasing it. Mother reacted immediately, her breathing quickly returning to a harsh race while her body moved wildly upon my lap. She was wantonly pushing her ass back to meet my thrusting fingers, wanting me to do this as much as I wanted too. I sat as if amazed, watching this play accelerate to yet another amazing climax. My hand frigged her in long even strokes until she came with another scream echoing off the walls and her body convulsing upon me. Minutes later I carried my mother into her room, like a child I placed her in the middle of her large decorative bed, upon her back, and kissed her sweaty brow. I sat next to her and starred alternately at her weary but happy face to staring at her exposed hairy pussy, the nightie still up about her waist. That dark brown mass between her legs was a mess of juices but I was drawn to it like a thirsty man to water. Hell, my mouth was even watering! This could end here. I could, and probably should, leave her to sleep peacefully knowing that her child will return and give her what she needed. Mother was a woman, her ass had given me that perspective, and needed to feel as one. If that meant spanking and then fingering her - I would willingly, anxiously, do it. It was not just the spanking, though, it was also her reaction to my dominant requests - acting so unlike the mother I had grown up with that it fascinated me on various levels. Did she need to submit herself to another, to even her son? Did that add to her pleasure? I made a decision at that moment and leaned down my lips kissing my mothers for the first time since before puberty. "Mom? Mom, can you hear me?" She was as if dead to the world, only the small smile and the deep breathing revealing her existence in this plane of existence. Yet she finally answered, "Yes honey." She sounded as if drunken, her eyes not even opening. "I am going to leave now mom." Mother's head moved side to side ever so slightly and her brow furled noticeably. "I will be back Saturday morning mother." Her smile returned. She whispered, "Stay with me tonight honey!" "I can't mom." "Be with me baby!" She whined. God help me but I wanted too. If I felt dominant and manly spanking my mother, imagine what I would feel slamming my hard dick in and out of her willing body? "I want you to do two things for me for Saturday morning? Mom, can you still hear me?" I could not tell if she had dropped off to sleep or not - she appeared exhausted. She hadn't, instead nodding her head in agreement, letting me know she was still with me. The small smile still on her lips. "I want you to dress up sexy for me mom. Can you do that?" A small child-like giggle escaped her lips and she finally answered, "I'll do whatever my baby wants!" My dick, already hard and painfully in its denim confines, lurched yet again at her words. "Only one more thing mom?" She nodded, awaiting my final request. But it was not coming just yet, "Did you enjoy what we did tonight?" She giggled yet again and her body wiggled a little upon the bed, particularly her hips. "Oh yes!" "I did too mom. From now on I'll do that any time I want too, OK?" Her eyes opened slightly but the smile did not disappear as she said soberly, "Thats what I want too honey." "You know I'm going to do a lot more as well don't you mom?" I saw before she answered, in her eyes, that that was exactly what she wanted as well. "Yes I do baby." "And thats OK with you?" I had to hear it I had to know with no uncertainty that what was going on between us was fully consensual. She looked very serious and I thought she was was going to say something more than her answer of, "Yes it is." I felt something upon my crotch and looked down to see her little hand measuring and fondling me through my clothing. When I looked back up into her face, I saw that she was biting her bottom lip while her eyes pleaded with me silently. God help me. "One more thing for next Saturday mom." I did not wait for an answer. Instead I slipped one hand between her legs, which immediately spread to give me room, grasping her hot hairy fleshy sex roughly "I want you completely bare for next week mom!" Her eyes widened in amazement and then she returned to looking like some virginal teenage girl, giggling and wiggling her body about, pushing her sex into my hand. I pulled my hand from her, leaned over to kiss her lips yet again. They opened immediately and I tasted mothers lips and tongue for the first time. When I broke away from the minute long kiss, I stayed directly above her so that our noses were nearly touching, our eyes locked together. She looked so submissive there beneath me that it tore my heart and strengthened my cock. I did not want to leave - but what was going on here between us was not reality, should not ever be allowed to mix with reality. That meant I had to go home to my girlfriend, to continue with the Sunday supper at moms while pretending all was normal and to ensure our secret stayed private forever. "After your spanking next week I am going to spend a lot of time between your legs mom and prefer it to be bare." Mother's eyes widened quickly and her face turned a deep red but after a short pause she started to nod frantically up and down in agreement. There was no doubt in my mind that she would be have no hair between her legs and the she would be wearing what she considered 'sexy' when I returned for her next spanking in only a few days time. I stood up and moved toward the doorway to her room - it was time to leave. A gasp caused me to pause in the doorway, "Tell me what... tell me what you are going to do to me baby?" I turned back to see my slut of a mother wiggling about on her own bed, her sex completely exposed, the scent of her pleasure overpowering the perfumes of her bedroom with ease. "Do you really want to know mom?" I was enjoying our game, and like her, did not want it to end. Loudly, almost a bark, "Yes!" "Then spread your legs and finger yourself and I'll tell you." My request was made by a perverse and selfish desire to see her do such a thing - to watch my own mother masturbate willingly before me seemed kinkier than even spanking her bare ass. Mother immediately complied, two fingers slipping into her slippery hot sex. Her hips moving up and down while the finger moved in and out. The other hand slipped beneath the bottom edge of her nightie, moved upward so that she must be tweaking one of her nipples upon her chest. "Tell me... please?" "There is no plan mom - but I will tell you want I want to do." "Yes... yes!" Her hips and fingers were moving faster, and I could hear the sloppy sounds from her sex echoing off the walls of the room. God mother looked, sound and smelt delicious! "I want to tan your ass until its bright red - punishing you like the bad little girl you are. Then I will have you lay upon your dining room table, legs high in the air, as I sit in the chair and eat you until your delirious with lust. I will then stand and hold each of your ankles as I fuck you hard and fast. Your so god damned sexy, I doubt I will last long, and will fill you up with my come." Speaking of orgasms, mom was obviously building up to her third - so I thought to give her more fuel and continue - growing confident with my verbal images. "You will first clean my cock with your mouth before we go to the bathroom and share a long hot tub together mother. You will dress in something sexy... stockings and heels... before I put the collar I bring for you around your neck." Now I was going a little nuts - but you have to understand, my cock was out of my pants and I had my hand wrapped around it, pumping in time to mothers self pleasure. "You will then cook me a nice lunch but before we eat it I will drag you into the bedroom and have you kneel on the edge of the bed. I will lick your cunt as well as your ass hole before I stand behind you and shove my dick into your body. While I fuck you like the slut you are, I will shove two of my fingers in your spit greased butt until you collapse in yet another orgasm. And while your exhausted I will remove my dick from your body and push it into your ass...!" At that point, with mother watching my hand stroke my cock, I orgasm hugely. My ejaculate shooting out and spurting onto mothers clean beige carpet. Distantly I heard my own parents cries of passion in the room, sounding not so unlike her earlier sounds of pleasure. My eyes had closed while I endured these moments and when I opened them I saw that mother had moved to a kneeling place before me. As I watched, all in slow motion, she open mouth forward to take me. Mother sucked and cleaned me expertly, lovingly and though I longed for more, I gently pulled from her lips. She boldly looks up at me at that moment and says, "I will do anything you want my love. Anything!" I rubbed the wet head of my penis over her face, the pleasure of the act obvious, before tucking myself back into my pants. A trail of saliva and sperm upon her sweaty face - but her big dark eyes were wide and watching all. Like a child, or a virginal teenager I once again thought. This time I did not hesitate as I turned to leave. In only a few more days I'll be back and I fully intended to do exactly what I described. --