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.