One of my favorite scenarios is to imagine I'm called to the principle's office of my son's school. He needs to discipline me for what he calls 'provocative gestures' towards the schoolboys who have visited my home. Several 18 year old boys are called in as witnesses....yay!!!

My son knows nothing of what goes on behind his mother's prim appearances. The back of my pantyhose was ripped open for a sound spanking, but hidden under a conservative ensemble when I return home from his school.

Its the principal who forces me to confess my sins while kneeling in front of each beautiful boy. He pulls my hair back while I admit to being a bad mother. When I should have been serving milk and freshly baked cookies I was busy being manipulative. Stuffing my peachy ass in their faces like an ice cream cone, rubbing the side of my boobs against them while giggling immoderately. This kind of inappropriate behavior is unbecoming to a middle class suburban mom...I need to be punished!

The principal makes me hike up my dress and jill-off right through my pantyhose...haha!
"You see boys...how lewd a mother can be when her son isnt looking?"

Each of the boys gives me a jolly good slap to the face. This is going to totally ruin my make-up but they are determined to make me pay for my crimes against their innocence. Later on, one of the boys cant restrain himself anymore and ejaculates all over his perfectly sculpted abs. And I am compelled to remove my bra and use it to clean up all that divine boy-sperm. Imagine...trying to return home to some kind of normalcy with sticky boy-goo soaking my undergarments.

Yes what about the journey home? I walk in the house and my son is like...what the hell? My lipstick is all smeared, my face is red from being smacked. My lacy brassiere is covered in boy-goo...from his school friends!!! And its making my nipples show through my dress like beacons. At least he cant see his mother's rosy red ass after all that manhandling. All I can do is just stand there like a ditz and mumble...before bolting for my bedroom. How can a mother ever recover from this ultimate humiliation?

Well, as I'm lying in the bathtub I can feel the warmth of the water healing my soul. I feel I've been purified of my sins by this ordeal.
I'm blessed to be able to start all over with a clean slate. From now on I will never use my body as a weapon of manipulation for teasing beautiful boys. I will be good person...folding my hands politely on the living room sofa. 

Over the next few days I can feel my son's eyes on me...looking me up and down with suspicion. Does he know what happened???
When he stands close to me his male pheromones are bathing and caressing my soul. I'm drinking them in through my nostrils and they have deep powers. Some kind of demonic presence has entered the family home...enveloping it with corruption. I want to know what my son is doing with those girls at school. A girl named EVA in particular. Is she swallowing his enormous erections...drinking his divine boy-sperm in long sweet streams? That little minx needs to be slapped into submission!

Why am I soooo jealous? Whats happening to me???

Yes, mothers can be very jealous and possessive. Would my son like that...seeing a hair-pulling catfight right in the middle of the living room? That BRAT needs her face slapped repeatedly in plain view. I'll make her eat her own schoolgirl panties before she gets another drop of MY son's boy-sperm! Twist her ponytail...YES! That schoolgirl pussy has been stretched to the max by my boy's god-cock...so it needs a good slapping as well!

I'll make my son stuff her bratty face with her own panties. She can choke on them while I slap her boobs. Her nipples are all stiff from rubbing against his back so they need to be punished as well.

How the hell did I become so ferocious and vindictive??? I was supposed to turn over a new leaf and be more like the cover of Good Housekeeping magazine. I was supposed to mind my own business??? NO...this is my business. This is MY territory. I turn her over and show off that pretty pink butthole.

"You stuffed this cutie deep and hard didnt you honey? Balls deep in her ass? Did you use her dime store lipstick to draw a circle around it?"

I give her ass one last wallop and send her home to Daddy. I'm done with Little Miss Incorrigible. I know exactly what kind of witchery little girls can weave. That poptart is grounded for an entire month no matter how much she squirms around in Daddy's lap. She wont be back to take my son away from me. And who needs her anyway? My boy needs a fully mature woman with curves. 

Over the next few days I seem to be walking around in a trance. I'm still me....but something else is taking over my body, something profoundly unholy.My movements are slower and more sensual. My eye contact is fixated.There is a demonic presence here in the family home...a force that has surrounded us and is drawing us closer together as mother and son. There are no more distractions, no more candycane cuties competing for his attention. Its just you and me...and the dark veil that envelopes us.