Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

Mother and son lay locked together, crotch fused to crotch until the last shudders died in them both. Then they lay limp and unmoving in the sunlit bedroom for along, long time.

"Ooohh, my God, my God, my God!" Carla wailed. "My God, what have we done?" Tears filled her eyes, pooled, then trickled into her hair as honor, guilt and misery took over her shattered body.

Charlie was unnerved by his mother's sudden sobs and tried to soothe her. He began stroking her gently. He still lay atop her, his withered prick still in her gooey cunt. "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," he repeated, over and over, and over again, until her sobbing slowed. "It's okay," he repeated until she was half dozing.

"Ohh, Charlie," she sighed at last. "What have we done?"

"Loved each other," Charlie answered with a lump in his throat. "We just loved each other is all, Mom. Don't worry, Mom, it's all right. Really it is."

"You're not bothered that you just fucked your own mother?" Carla asked.

Charlie looked down at her, and shook his head. "No, Mom, I'm proud. I'm proud you wanted me."

Carla drew a deep, shaky breath. "I've wanted you for a long, long time," she confessed, both sadly ant happily. Then she remembered the beating she had given him. "Uh… how's your… ass…"

"My ass?" Charlie asked brightly. "Hurts like a sonofabitch. You really laid it on me."

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm really sorry," she said miserably. "I lost control."

"It's okay," he assured her. "I deserved it, really. I-I was lying to you, Mom. Pete's car didn't break down last night. For a change."

"It didn't?"

Charlie shook his head. "I was having kind of a hot time with Ellen Jameson. We lost track of the time. There was a phone right there, too."

Carla gave her son a searching look. "You weren't a virgin, were you." It was a statement, not a question.

Carla sighed. "I've been so blind, such a fool."

"You have?"

"I've been blind to your growing up. I've been clinging to you like you were a child, instead of treating you like the man of the house."

"I'm still a child, in some ways," he blurted out. "I-I'm only eighteen. I've got a lot to learn, about a lot of things."

"Like sex?" Carla teased, tightening her cunt around his limp dick.

"Like women," Charlie answered. "I don't understand women, Mom."

Carla smiled. "Men never really understand women, no matter how old they are."

Charlie sighed. "Well, I don't seem to know nothing at all about them."

"Anything," Carla corrected automatically. "Anything at all. I thought everything was cool between Ann and me. Then last night she dumped me for Pete Mahoney. I wound up with Ellen Jameson."

"Eric's daughter?"

"Yeah. She's a real tease, but once I brought her into line, she was like a tiger. She likes it rough."

"Lots of women do," Carla observed, thinking of her honeymoon.

"From what Ellen said, her father's pretty strict. He spanks her when she does something wrong."

"Oh, he does, does he?" Carla was beginning to see Eric Jameson in a new light.

"Yeah, with a ping-pong paddle."

"Boy, that must hurt."

"Ellen says she doesn't mind. She says it shows how much he loves her."

"What's your feeling about being spanked at your age?"

"I see what Ellen means," he said at last. "I mean, it proves you care about me. But it also feels like I've got a bad sunburn back there, I can tell you."

"Maybe we could do something about that. Ointment or something would help take the sting out. Up you go," she ordered, even though she regretted losing his prick. She pushed his robe off his shoulders. "Let's be more open with each other from now on, okay?"

"Okay," Charlie agreed, lifting her nightie and pulling it off over her head. They grinned at each other for a moment.

"Lie down on the bed and I'll get some oil," Carla ordered.

When she got back from the bathroom, Charlie was on his stomach on the bed, his head resting on his hands. His whole ass was bright-red. She sucked in her breath at the sight.

"Pretty amazing, huh?" Charlie asked.

"Like a stoplight. This may take the sting out. Maybe not, though. It's not an anesthetic ointment."

Carla felt her guts tightening as she studied her son's form on the bed. He flinched when she touched his reddened ass, then relaxed slowly as she spread the soothing oil over his buttcheeks. As she stroked his abused flesh, she felt her excitement rising. He was a younger edition of Chuck, especially from this angle. His spine was straight and strong, his shoulders graceful and well-muscled. His torso tapered to a trim waist. His legs were long and slender. There was a hint of dark hair between his asscheeks.

He was smiling contentedly as she caressed his bare butt. Experimentally, she slid her fingers the length of his crack. His smile broadened at her delicate touch on the intimate area.

Carla probed a little farther, a little deeper. Charlie's butt rose invitingly to her touch. He liked it, was asking for more! She wondered if his bung could be as much of an erogenous zone as hers was. She probed deeper into his crack.

Charlie lifted his ass higher, brought his knees forward, spread his legs. His cock and balls dangled heavily below him. Carla stroked one oily finger the length of his ass crack, touched the dark pucker of his bung.

Charlie's smile broadened still more and he moaned his pleasure. His eyes were closed. His head was still resting on his hands.

Carla pressed her finger against his asshole. Her own lust rising, she probed her son's butt. Her finger penetrated his brownie, and she felt the muscular ring clench reflexively, then loosen slowly as if Charlie was willing it to relax. Then it clenched again.

"More, Mom," Charlie whispered when she hesitated.

Her insides knotting, Carla pushed deeper into her son's ass, watched her finger slowly disappear into his bung. The first knuckle slid out of sight, then the second. Then her fist dug into the floor of his crack. Her index finger was sunk full depth in his asshole. She twisted her hand slowly, rotating her finger in the tight sheath of his bung. Charlie purred with pleasure.

Looking between his thighs, she discovered his cock was distended again, and pointing heavily down towards the bed. Reaching between his legs, she curled her hand around his prick and pulled down on it. She stroked his rod, pumped her hand up and down on his steel-hard shaft while still squirming her finger in his butt.

Charlie's expression was one of pure pleasure as she buggered and jacked him at the same time. His balls dangled heavily, bumping her wrist each time she moved her hand up and down on his tool.

"God!" Charlie whispered. "God! Fantastic, Mom, fantastic!"

Carla was shuddering with excitement. "Have you ever fucked a girl – in the ass?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Would you – like to do it – to me?" Carla asked, her voice breaking.

Without lifting his head, Charlie nodded.

His cock was as hard as steel. Carla covered it with the ointment while he knelt with his ass in the air. Then, a little reluctantly, she pulled her finger out of his bung and let go of his hot cock. She tossed the tube of ointment onto the bed. As he picked it up and opened it, she assumed the same hands-and-knees position he had been in. She felt as tight as a bowstring.

"You'll have to – grease me up, first," she told him hoarsely.

"Yeah."

She felt his hands stroking the sleek globes of her ass, sucking her up with oil, caressing her smooth flesh. Then his fingers slid into the crack of her butt. She bit her lower lip as lust flared through her. His finger stroked her bung, and the sphincter clenched anxiously. Her pussy was dripping it was so aroused.

His finger poked at her asshole and she struggled to loosen it. The twisting, drilling, probing finger being jabbed into her bowels made her squirm with pleasure and anticipation. She remembered the feeling of the cigar tube up her ass, and shuddered. Charlie's cock was infinitely larger than the metal cylinder, and was also alive, and hot, and her son's.