"Turn around now, Wendy," he told her after pausing to feast his eyes on the sight of the round white buttocks in the frame of black garter belt. "Oh Daddy, I can't," she sobbed. "If I turn, you'll be able to see my… my cunty bush."
SMACK… SMACK… His hand slapped one cheek, then the other.
"Turn around this minute and show me your cunty bush," he ordered. "If you give me any trouble, I'm going to make you open your legs wide and show me your cunt."
He gave her two more spanks, then, with a little cry, she turned, covered her mons veneris with her hands for an instant, then drew them away to show him the rather small triangle of bushy, curly hair.
"So that's what your cunt bush looks like, is it?" he said as he put a hand on her right buttock, drew her close, then his right hand went to the nicely rounded mount and he heard her panting as he felt it while fondling her buttock.
"Oh Daddy… Daddy, please don't spank me… my bum," she sobbed, eager for the spanking to commence. "You'll make my poor bum all red and hot."
"That's just what I'm going to do," he told her, then gave her a stinging spank.
"Oh no, Daddy… no… no… please… not my bare bum."
"Lie down over my lap," he growled and gave her another hard slap. "Get your bare bum turned up for a spanking this minute or I'll take my cock out and fuck you."
That hadn't been a part of their plan and the words sent fresh waves of arousal soaring through the woman as she bent, paused, then she was lying across his firm young thighs and feeling his penis throbbing against her. She felt wetness, knew that his aroused tool had already emitted a few drops, that before long, one way or another, semen would spurt very strongly from that throbbing penis.
He played with her behind boldly as he scolded, a hand exploring every curve and hollow, the tips of his fingers going into the deep crack to savor the intense heat there.
Through it all, Wendy sobbed and pleaded and begged to be spared the spanking, but it wasn't to be as Andrew raised his hand high, paused, then brought it down in a very hard spank which drew a loud cry from his mother and caused her to squirm over his lap.
"Oh Daddy… ow… my bum… SPANK… ow… oohhhh… SPANK… ow… sob… oh Daddy… SPANK… oh my bum… my bum… oohh… SPANK… SPANK… SPANK…"
As he spanked while his mother cried and squirmed and kicked her beautiful legs, Andrew sensed he had reached an ultimate peak of joy, one that could never be surpassed by him or by anyone.
And while his heart threatened to crash through his rib cage, his mother was at least as delighted. Her big behind became hot, then hotter, then felt as though fire was blazing in her nether cheeks, yet she loved each and every spank and caught her breath as she hungered for the next.
As he watched color spread over the twin rounds of a magnificent behind, heard her cries and felt her writhing, Andrew didn't want to stop, but felt he should.
"There… SPANK… there… SPANK… Do you think you've learned your lesson, you bad girl?" he asked as his right hand fondled the glowing cheeks.
"Piss on you, dumb Daddy," she snapped. "You can go fuck yourself. You can't scare me, you shit head."
With a little cry of delight, Andrew got the message and then he was spanking harder and faster than before as his mother cried and kicked and squirmed while fiery, red color glowed from a line across the top of her crack to the tops of her thighs where milky white contrasted with red skin and black garter belt.
At last, when the boy saw purple bruises marring the exciting red of her skin, he stopped spanking and helped his mother to her feet. Tears trickling down her face, she held her blazing buttocks with both hands and rubbed the big, red cheeks, the motion causing her naked breasts to bounce about.
Because of her position, the boy was able to see all of the frontal view and, by looking past her, into the mirror, he saw the reflection of her hands massaging the plump red rounds and hoped he wouldn't go off in her panties and lose his very strong erection.
"Oh my bum… my bum… it's so hot, Daddy," Wendy panted as she rubbed, delighting in the hot tingling.
"Yes, it's hot and it's red and it's pretty. So is your cunt bush and your big tits."
"Oh no, Daddy… no…"
"No what?" Andrew asked.
"No, don't make me lie down on the bed and show you my cunt. Please, Daddy. Not that. Not my little pink cunt."
Excitement flared as Andrew realized what his mother was saying, that she wanted him to force her to do it.
"That's just what I'm going to make you do," he told her and felt his penis trying to tear through the panties.
"But Daddy… sob… if you do, you'll take your big cock out and stick it in my cunt. You'll fuck me, Daddy. I'm so afraid, Daddy. Your cock is so big and so hard and strong."
"Get on the bed, Wendy," he told her as he got up, gave her a hard spank, then repeated the command.
"Oh no, Daddy… no… no…" she sobbed as she walked to the bed, naked breasts swaying red buttocks in lovely motion.
And then she was lying on her back on the bed, her thighs pressed tightly together.
"Open your legs," he ordered, trying to keep his tone firm as his voice broke with passion. "Open your legs and show me your cunt."
When she didn't comply, Andrew got onto the bed and reached for her thighs. He tried to pry them apart, but she resisted as he tugged, then she was raising them and he changed the pressure, his hands following the movement of her thighs.
"Oh no, Daddy… no… no… not my cunt," she sobbed as lust consumed her. "Not my little pink cunt… Not that, Daddy."
And then it was Andrew's turn to cry out as her thighs parted and, with her knees bent up, her crotch opened wide and he stared at the first vulva he had ever seen.
There in her hairless crotch, nestled between the big white thighs he saw the pink slash. It looked so warm and soft and tempting that he felt dizzy with passion.
"Oh Daddy… don't… don't touch my… my cunt," she sobbed, sounding like a very frightened little girl. "Please don't put your hand on my cunt. Please don't stick your finger in my little cunt."
His hand trembled as it pressed on the soft vulva that felt so warm, so thrilling. He rubbed, his penis throbbing, she squirmed, then he found the passage and slowly pushed a finger deeply into it and they both moaned loudly.
"Oh Daddy… Daddy," she panted. "You're fingering my cunt just like I do when I masturbate. Oh Daddy… Daddy."
He moved closer, his face coming down for a closer view of what he was invading with a finger, then her right hand went behind his head and she was tugging on it.
"Oh Daddy… don't… you mustn't," she panted. "Don't put your face right in my crotch. Don't kiss and suck and lick my cunt, Daddy," she implored as she pulled his eager face down into her crotch and then she shrieked as she felt his open mouth on her vulva.
"Oh Daddy… you're sucking my cunt… oh Daddy… no… no… don't suck my cunt, Daddy… no… no… no…" she panted as she opened her crotch wider and felt his hands rubbing hips and thighs and tummy as he sucked with the greedy skill of a very experienced lover.
"Oh Daddy, don't get your tongue up my cunt… Don't lick my cunt and make me come… oh Daddy… Daddy."
She shrieked as his tongue worked into the slit and licked over her hard clitoris, then went in deeply to probe and lick where she was very hot and juicy.
Both her hands were on his head then, pulling his face into her crotch as her tingling behind jerked up and down on the bed.
Alternately sucking and licking her juicy aperture, the boy drove his mother wild with lust and then she was shrieking in orgasm so strong that it was painful. As she pulled his wet face more and more tightly into her crotch while her body jerked strongly, Andrew couldn't breathe, thought his neck would break, but he didn't give a damn. He was in a state of ecstasy beyond description, beyond belief. And then the tremors eased, passed, and Wendy sighed as she released his head and he knelt up, his eyes wet and out of focus as he stared down and saw the radiant smile on her face.