"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.