In her bedroom, she saw the brush she had often used to spank her son. She picked it up, felt the smooth surface of the old-fashioned wooden backed brush, recalled the sounds and sights as it bounced off Andrew's buttocks. She felt passion flaring hotly.
Putting the brush down, she removed her dress, paused, then stripped naked. As she played with her breasts and looked at her reflection in the mirror, she glanced again at the brush.
Looking over her shoulder at her reflection in the glass, she rubbed the back of the brush over her buttocks and felt a fresh wave of excitement. Wendy was panting as she brought the brush back, then gave herself a hard smack on the right buttock.
It stung, yet it didn't really hurt. It left a pink blotch on her white skin and she felt a little warmth and tingle. When she gave her other cheek an even harder spank, the effect was the same, sting but not real pain or hurt. Two more spanks on each cheek increased the warmth, then she put the brush down and put a hand on each cheek. It felt warm. It felt so good. Wendy's buttocks became as sensitive as her vulva or nipples. She knew then that when her son returned from school, she was going to sample a real spanking.
While she bathed carefully, Wendy tried to picture herself lying over her son's lap, her behind bare as he spanked her and smacked intense heat and color into her buttocks. The thought became more and more exciting and that excitement continued as she knelt up in the tub and fingered herself to strong orgasm.
When she was ready to dress, she selected a black garter belt that would frame her behind nicely without getting in the way of the spanking. Her mind warned her that after taking an exciting spanking from the boy, she may be so aroused that she wouldn't be able to stop at that. She promised herself she would keep things under control, but as she attached the sheer nylons to the suspenders, she knew she was lying, but she knew too that she couldn't turn back, knew she had to have that spanking.
As she pulled a pair of black nylon panties on and snugged them around her body, she trembled at the thought of standing between Andrew's legs as he pulled them down to bare her bottom.
Wendy was just picking up her bra when she heard Andrew come into the house. He called hello, she answered, fastened the bra quickly, then grabbed a negligee and put it on. When she tied the sash, she realized the garment was totally sheer, then she told herself it didn't matter since she would take it off for the spanking anyway. Her knees trembled as she walked from her bedroom to meet her son.
"Oh wow," Andrew gasped at the sight of her.
"I'm glad you like the way I look, dear," she told him as his eyes feasted on her. "You're home early."
"I ran all the way. Mum, can I dress up? You know."
"Yes dear. You'll find lots of things in my bedroom."
Wendy heard his labored breathing as he ran by her and paused to turn and take one more look before he went into her room to strip naked and dress in her pretty things. As he did, a stiff penis caused the pale blue panties to bulge strongly. This time, he didn't bother with bra or nightie, just garter belt, nylons, panties and black pumps. Before leaving her bedroom, he rubbed a hand over his stiff penis. It felt so good.
"See what a bad girl I am?" he asked his mother as she stood in the kitchen, sipping a drink. "I stole your panties and I got a hard-on."
"I'm afraid I'm naughtier than you, dear." Wendy told her son. "I've been thinking sexy things all day and I've been fingering my cunt and having great big comes. I have to be spanked for that. Could you find someone to do that, to take my panties down and spank my bare bum very hard?"
"Could I ever. Do you really mean it, Mummy?"
"Yes, dear. I'm dying to find out what it's like."
"Come on. Let's get going," he told her, panting as his hand rubbed again over the panties to further arouse a very hard penis.
"Wait, dear. We'll plan it before we go to the room," she told him and took another sip. "You'll be the daddy and I'll be the bad girl," she began, then they went on to talk, to plan what promised to be a wildly exciting session between aroused mother and son.
As they made their plans, Wendy at first rejected the idea of having her bra taken off, then she gave in, the boy was delighted at the prospect of seeing her naked breasts.
"Oh please, Mum," Andrew said at another point, "don't make me use the brush. I want to feel my hand on your nice big bum cheeks."
They reached the compromise that he would commence the spanking with his hand, but would switch to the brush if he couldn't sting her buttocks enough with his hand, then they were ready to begin their erotic game.
In the bedroom, he asked her various questions about how she had masturbated and as she replied, he scolded her, then announced that she was going to be spanked. Wendy was good at the role of a nervous young girl as she sobbed, begged and pleaded, but Andrew was a very firm daddy and then Wendy sobbed as she took her negligee off and then, on his next firm command, she unhooked her bra, paused, then pulled it off her arms and tried to cover her big, firmly jutting breasts with her hands.
"Put your hands down, Wendy," he snapped. "If I want to look at your tits I'll look at them."
"No," she said in a defiant tone. "I won't let you see my tits."
Moving closer to her, playing his daddy role well, he gave her a pair of stinging spanks on her panties.
"Ooh… ow… oh Daddy, please don't. I'll take my hands away and show you my tits. Look, Daddy. See my bare tits."
"That's better," Andrew told her as he sat on the chair with his knees wide apart, "but you're going to pay for daring to argue with me. Come and kneel between my legs."
"What are you going to do, Daddy?" Wendy asked as she knelt, her breasts in exciting motion.
"To punish you, I'm going to feel your tits. I'm going to play with your big bare tits and then I'm going to take down your panties and spank your bare bum," he announced as he reached for the lovely breasts.
Both mother and son were panting as Andrew fondled and squeezed and rubbed. Her sensitive nipples grew long and hard and became more sensitive.
"Does it embarrass you to have your daddy play with your bare tits like this?" Andrew asked, his hands still busy.
"Yes, Daddy. I'm so ashamed. Please don't play with my tits."
"I'll play with them all I want," he told her. "I'm going to play with them, then take your panties down, and I'm going to play with your bare bum and spank it nice and hard. After I spank you, I may even suck your bare tits."
"Oh Daddy, not that," Wendy gasped and trembled with fierce passion.
"Stand up, Wendy and turn your back to me," he said, his gruff masculine tone belying the panties and nylons.
"Yes, Daddy. What are you going to do to me?" Wendy asked as she got to her feet, then turned to show him the way her little black panties covered so little of her big, beautifully rounded buttocks and how he could see the deep crack between her nether cheeks.
"I'm going to take these panties down and see your bum," he told her. "What a nice big bum you have, Wendy. I can give your big bum all the spanking I want," he went on as he played with her behind through and around the panties.
"Oh Daddy, please let me go. Please don't take my little panties down."
The went on playing their game for awhile as the boy fondled his mother's lush bottom, then he was slowly peeling the little panties down, panting, his heart pounding, his penis throbbing as he bared the lovely white buttocks and the smooth valley between.
He unveiled her slowly, giving her lots of time to plead that he not take her panties down, that he not spank her. It caused them both to become more and more highly aroused, then the panties fell around Wendy's ankles and, on command, she stepped out of them, sobbing.