"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.