Punishment Due (2023 Revision)

Suddenly, my Mother rolled over and gazed into my eyes with a sultry look. My heart raced with anticipation and fear.

“Didn’t I warn you not to do that?” she purred.

“Yes, Mommy,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

She sat up, illuminating the room with a soft glow from the bedside lamp. Her hand reached for the paddle, and I knew I was in for it.

“Come here, my naughty little pervert,” she commanded. “You need to be punished for getting hard and looking at your own Mother. But don’t worry, when I’m done with you, you won’t even think about touching yourself.”

I approached her, my throbbing member betraying my excitement. I lay across her lap, feeling her warmth and softness beneath me. She positioned me just right, and then the spanking began.

I cried out in pain and pleasure as her hand came down on my ass again and again. I writhed and squirmed, my cock brushing against her thigh with each movement. I could feel her arousal building, her pussy growing hot and wet.

The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, and then it happened. I came, shooting my load all over her inner thighs. My Mother was both shocked and aroused, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our forbidden love affair.

She halted abruptly, her eyes blazing with desire as she pushed me down onto the floor. I gazed up at her, captivated by her naked form and the flush that spread across her skin.

“Lick it up, my little bastard,” she commanded, her voice husky with lust.

Trembling with both fear and arousal, I obediently bent down and began to lick my own essence from her thighs. The scent of her arousal filled my senses, driving me wild with need. I licked and licked, until every last drop was gone.

When I finished, I looked up at her nervously, only to be met with a fierce glare.

“Go to your room,” she ordered, her voice low and commanding. “We’ll deal with this tomorrow.”

I scrambled to my feet and rushed to my room, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and confusion. As I lay on my bed, trying to make sense of what had just happened, I heard soft moans coming from my mother’s room. The sounds grew louder and more intense, until they finally culminated in a cry of ecstasy.

I realized then that my mother was just as aroused as I was, and the thought sent shivers down my spine. It was a long time before I finally drifted off to sleep, my mind filled with forbidden desires and the promise of more to come.

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-Day 3-

I awoke lazily the following morning, my body still heavy with sleep. As I made my way to the kitchen, the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, enticing my senses. I settled into my seat, savoring the taste of a simple breakfast, when an unexpected sight greeted me.

There she was, my enchanting mother, entering the room with an air of confidence, clad in nothing but a seductive black bra and delicate thong. My eyes widened, unable to tear themselves away from her captivating form. Instantly, desire surged through me, my manhood responding eagerly to the alluring sight before me.

“Stand up and assume the position,” she commanded, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Startled, I obeyed her words without hesitation, my gaze locked with hers as she took in the sight of my throbbing arousal. A mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursed through my veins, unsure of what was to come.

“Oh, my dear,” she sighed, her voice filled with a mix of disappointment and intrigue. “I had hoped you wouldn’t succumb to your desires once more. Now, it seems you truly are a little deviant. What ever shall I do with you?”

With a graceful movement, my mother positioned herself behind me, her presence both comforting and electrifying. Her warm breath tickled my ear as she whispered, her words sending shivers down my spine.

“Last night, I punished you, and you couldn’t help but release yourself all over my supple thighs. Do you crave a more severe chastisement, my naughty one?”

Trembling with a potent blend of arousal and trepidation, I struggled to find my voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.

“I-I don’t know, Mommy,” I stammered, my words barely audible.

A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she leaned closer, her voice dripping with a mixture of authority and desire.

“Well, my darling, I do.”

“P-please, Mommy,” I pleaded, my voice laced with desperation. “Please, spare me from your wrath.”

Without hesitation, my mother’s delicate hand reached down, her fingertips teasingly flicking the sensitive head of my pulsating manhood. The sensation sent a surge of pleasure coursing through me, intensifying the already overwhelming mix of emotions that consumed my being.

But, this was still hard. My heart was racing with excitement as I watched her move towards me. She was a goddess, and I was her little pervert. I couldn’t resist her, and I didn’t want to. I wanted her to take control, to dominate me, to make me hers.

“Bend over the table,” she commanded, her voice low and seductive.

I obeyed, my body trembling with anticipation. I knew what was coming, and I couldn’t wait. She disappeared for a moment, and I waited, my heart pounding in my chest.

Then, I heard it. The sound of leather against skin. The sound of my own cries as the strap hit me again and again. The pain was exquisite, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Please, Mommy, please,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire.

But she didn’t stop. She kept going, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. I danced and writhed under her touch, my body on fire.

Finally, it was over. She held me close, her arms around me as I sobbed with relief and pleasure. We went upstairs, and she tended to my wounds, soothing my aching flesh with gentle touches.

I lay there, spent and satisfied, my body still humming with the afterglow of our encounter. I knew that I would never be the same again, that I would always crave her touch, her dominance, her love. And I was okay with that. I was hers, body and soul.

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To Be Continued...