"You were so bad when you were that age!" his mother Maggie exclaimed while showing her son Eric some pictures of himself when he was 12. In this particular one he was soaked to the skin and covered in mud from exploring by the river.

Every so often Maggie Mason would become nostalgic and go through the various photo albums she had accumulated over the years. Usually she looked through them in her room in private, but this particular Friday evening she had plopped down on the couch by Eric and was sharing the old photos to him. Eric was trying to feign interest, but was really thinking ahead to possibly going out later to a movie, or to his friend Mike's house for a couple of beers.

"I remember this one," said Eric. "Mike and Adam and I took the bicycles down by the river, and were racing them down a path and jumping over a big mud puddle. I remember Mike was the first one that didn't clear the puddle, and after that the rest of us decided it was more fun not to clear it."

"Yes, you were an unholy mess, and we were supposed to go to the doctor's office later that afternoon, and I had told you specifically not to get dirty. I had to iron a complete new set of clothes for you."

"I remember that too because you made me go take a bath and while I was taking it you came in with a switch and striped me all over. That hurt like hell, and the doctor even made a comment because there were so many stripes."

"You were constantly in some kind of trouble or other back then. I think I just about used all of the switch sized limbs off the tree in the back yard. And when you weren't being switched, I had you over my knee spanking your bare bottom."

"I remember you did that to me once in front of the baby sitter. I was totally mortified because she was only about 18, and I was almost 11."

"I don't remember that one, but I bet you deserved it," she responded.

"I doubt that very much. You were just very short tempered in those days. It didn't take much for you to go off on me."

"Well, that might be true. That was about the time when your father and I really started to have marital problems, and I suppose I was pretty much mad at the world because I felt like my life was spiraling out of control, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening."

Neither of them spoke for a few moments. Eric absently noticed that his mother had already changed from her work clothes to a cotton housecoat. He had always marveled at how pretty a woman his mother was for her 40 years, even in something so plain. She weighed about 15 pounds more than she had 10 years ago bringing her weight to just over 130 pounds, but her tallish 5'7" frame handled the extra weight well, even to the point where Eric thought it actually made her more attractive. She had medium length jet black hair that probably received a little chemical help now and again, and sparkling green eyes that were set off by the glossy red lipstick she preferred. Her bright red lips contrasted beautifully with a knee buckling, brilliant white smile she flashed when she wanted her way.

Usually when she went to work, she put some type of gell on her hair and pulled it straight back and into a French bun, which showed off her widow's peak and was Eric's favorite look for her. This Friday evening, she had already slipped into the weekend mode, with her hair down in a relaxed look. Under the bulky housecoat Eric knew there resided a body that included a small, but firm set of tits and long, gorgeous legs that led up to a tight ass kept in shape by three weekly aerobics classes.

Over the last month or so, Eric had several opportunities to see his mother in just her panties and bra. Growing up, he had on rare occasions seen his mother in full cut panties and a half-slip; but lately, either he had been at the right place at the right time, or his mother had discarded some of her modesty, because he had seen her scantily clad at least 5 or 6 times. Gone were the full cut panties in favor of pastel bikinis, or sometimes very sexy satin boy shorts.

Last week she was looking for something to eat in the kitchen when he came in from outside, and when he saw her with her black hair slicked back, ruby red lips, a black, lacy chamois, and pink boy shorts, he had almost came in his pants.

He remembered stammering like a fool when he tried lamely to greet her that morning. Her dancing green eyes told him that she knew she had caught him staring, and there was something about her apology at having not expected him to come back in that struck him as not quite genuine. It was almost like she was teasing him because she made no attempt to cover herself.

Looking at her now, Eric knew his mother could be petulant and difficult at times, but he never understood how his father could have divorced her for the relatively plain woman who took her place. They had divorced five years ago after several years of a strained relationship. Eric suspected that it might have been the first real rejection of her life. Whether that was true or not, Eric thought it had made her question her self-worth.

Maggie flipped through a few more pages and came upon a picture taken of her when she was in her teens. She had a bikini on and was posing like a bad little girl. The strings holding the top of her bikini were undone and she was holding it with her forearm, but the expression on her face indicated that she was not going to hold it for long. The other pictures on that same page were similar: Although she was still clothed, she was posed provocatively. In one she had her thumbs in her bikini bottom and had pulled it down to just above her pubic hair. It was clear to Eric that she was "putting on her slut" for whomever was behind the camera.

"God, mom! Talk about someone being bad and needing a spanking! "

"Hey! You aren't supposed to see those! I thought they were in another album. Let's put this one away."

But Eric had already snatched the album and was holding it where she could not get to it. Eric had the album held in his left hand while he fended his mother off with his right. She was literally lying on top of him, soft breasts squashed against his chest and flailing hands trying to get to the album.

"What is it you don't want me to see, mom?" He suddenly pivoted, turned his back to her, blocked her from getting to the book and flipped the page. He couldn't believe his eyes! On the next two pages his mother had on her bottoms only, or was completely nude! Her hair was wet from the water and was pulled back flat against her head. Her breasts were high and proud with her small, sexy nipples jutting out. She had a patch of black pubic hair covering her pussy above a set of long, thin, tanned legs. In one picture she was turned from the camera looking over her shoulder as she showed off what could only be considered a perfectly amazing ass.

"Give me that, Eric!

"Not a chance! God mom, you were a really bad little girl back then, weren't you?"

Maggie began to fight dirty, pinching his arm and pulling the exposed hair on his legs that his shorts didn't cover. "Hey! That hurt, he exclaimed. If you keep that up, I am going to give you the spanking grandfather should have given you when you were doing all of this. I know you weren't 18, so don't lie and say you were!"

"You just try it mister and see what happens!" And with that she grabbed him by the ear lobe and pulled with one hand and slapped at him with the other.

"Ouch!" he yelped. "Okay, that's it! Remember that you asked for it!" he retorted with an evil look. Eric dropped the album on the floor and in one movement pulled his mother across his lap, easily pinning her with his forearm, her pelvis over his thighs, her ass jutting up. She struggled to get away, but he held her legs with the other hand and his grip was too firm.

"Eric you let me up immediately!"

"You are in no position to be giving me orders," he said calmly. Eric was over 6' tall and 180 pounds of muscle, which made the struggle a complete mismatch. In spite of her jerking around, the softness of her body against his was impossible to ignore. He felt his cock starting to grow.

"Eric, I mean it! Let me up now!"

"Or what? Remember all those times you spanked me? How does it feel now to be helpless and in an embarrassing position? Unlike you though, I am a wonderful humanitarian and I will let you up if you apologize and ask me nicely," he quipped.

"Never!" she exclaimed. She had to admit that the rough contact with its underlying sexual implication was exciting to her. She knew that Eric would never hurt her, which allowed her to go with the flow of the moment without being truly threatened.

"Okay, but just remember that you asked for it," he said dispassionately.

"Smack!" Eric gave his mother a good slap on the ass, but her heavy housecoat blunted the impact. Maggie was stunned that her son had actually struck her, even if it was on the rear end, but was momentarily grateful for the heavy housecoat.

"Oh, that's right. You always pulled my pants down. I never had any protection and neither will you," he said with an evil smile. With that he reached down with his free hand and in one quick motion brought the housecoat to her waist exposing the sweetest ass this side of Angelina Jolie's. It was beautifully gift wrapped in tiny yellow bikini panties, and Eric stared in admiration, his dick rapidly unwinding to its full 7".

"Eric Raymond Mason, you pull my housecoat back down this instant! I am your mother!" Her son had exposed her and she should have been angry; instead, her pussy was starting to get wet.

Even though he wanted to kiss and lick her sweet ass more than slap it, he was committed to the task at hand and it was time he extracted some long overdue revenge.

"Not a chance!" He gave her a firm pop on the ass that stung her through the panties. They did not cover her entire rear end, which meant his hand hit some bare flesh as well.

"Eric Mason! Have you lost your mind? Let me up from here right now!" she shrieked.

"Apologize!"

"Never!"

"Smack! Apologize or get another!" Eric saw that his mother's ass was pink where his hand had met bare flesh. Another surge went through his already stiff cock as he looked hungrily at his mother's vulnerable cheeks, her panties bunched up in the crack of her ass. Her legs and pelvis were moving to avoid the next slap, and her panties were only providing a weak attempt to keep her covered.

"No! Let me up!" The stinging on her ass was more pleasure than pain, and there was something about her vulnerable state that was definitely making her pussy flood.

"Smack!" This time the blow was not hard, and Eric's hand did not come up to deliver another blow, but instead rested on his mother's sexy ass. "Apologize!"

His mother moaned. "No! I am your mother Eric. Let me up from here!" Suddenly as if some switch had flipped in her mind, she knew she really did not want him to let her up. The thought that she was enjoying her son spanking her caused a jolt of electricity to run down her body and into her vagina.

"Smack!" Eric delivered another blow, this one much lighter than the first three and again he let his hand rest on her ass after the slap, and gave it a gentle squeeze. His mother lay limply over his thighs, her legs lewdly splayed. Suddenly, he thought he could smell the pungent odor of her sex. Could she be getting excited? He tilted his head and noticed that a wet spot was forming between her legs and leaking through her panties. "This is turning her on!" he thought.

He raised his hand again. Once his hand left her ass, she knew he was preparing to give her another smack and her sensitive bottom was already burning furiously. She also knew she had to bring this to a halt before she had an orgasm on her son's lap.

"Okay, okay. Let me up and I will apologize."

"Too late! Smack!" It wasn't much more than love pat, but she felt a surge run through her pussy again.

Eric gently laid his hand back on her ass. "Do you promise?"

"Yes," she responded in a whimpering voice, but still a little grudgingly. "Why wasn't she insisting that Eric take his hand off her ass?" she asked herself.

Eric didn't speak for a minute as he debated whether to slip his finger down the crack of her ass. Finally, if barely, the good Eric won. "Okay, then, you can get up, but only if you promise," he said, slowly removing his forearm from her back, but leaving his hand on her soft, sweet ass. At first she did not move. Eric could see the print of his fingers in the areas where her panties had not completely covered her and wondered what it looked like under the panties. She was breathing heavily and the wet spot between her legs had grown. The smell of her juices permeated the air making Eric's cock ooze pre-cum.

After what seemed like a half minute, but might have been longer, his mother gingerly started to rise using his thigh as support to lift herself. Her hair was right under his nose when she rose, her sweet shampoo drifting upward driving him crazy. His rock hard cock was on the inside of his thigh, straining against his shorts. A large spot had formed against the khaki material where the head was leaking pre-cum. She had looked right at it when she rose, and that knowledge had made Eric flush. "Er, mom, I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away..."

She lifted her hand and put her fingers over his lips shushing him. She stood, her housecoat falling to again hide her body, and offered her hand inviting him to stand as well. Once he was up, she put her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Her pussy was on fire and she could feel his hard manhood pressing against her pussy through the bulky housecoat. She put her hand behind his head and pulled it toward her until her lips were touching his ear. "You were right and I apologize. Let's not talk about it any further." She kissed his cheek and as she pulled away, kissed him on the lips, lingering for just a moment before pulling completely away. She turned and walked slowly up the stairs without another word, her butt swaying gently on unsteady legs as she went.

For an hour, or more Eric tried to watch and pay attention to the program on television, but excitement and guilt were flying through his thoughts in equal measure. On the one hand, he hadn't stepped over the mother/son line; he had leaped over it by about a mile. On the other hand, the body doesn't lie and his mother's body had screamed, "I like this!" He wondered what his mother would have done if he had forced his hand between her legs. Would she have struggled to get away, or would she have squeezed her legs around his hand? Given the big wet stain on her panties, the odds were at least as good that she would not have rejected it. Thinking back, he had thought he was going to cum in his pants when he had rested his hand on her perfect ass, and she had not protested. And she had not been in any real hurry to cover up, or make him move his hand once he had released her. Not only that, it was clear that she was not mad, or if she was, she was hiding it very well. His cock surged and pulsed as he imagined feeling his mother's pussy. While his thoughts of touching her overcame any residual feelings of guilt; he nevertheless realized he should go to her and apologize again for his behavior.

Maggie lay upstairs in her bed on her side. Earlier she had pulled her panties off and held a small mirror behind her in such a way that the damage to her ass was reflected in the large mirror in her bathroom. Her ass was pink in several places, but it was unlikely that there would be any bruising or even redness within a few minutes. Still, her ass hurt a little, so she left her panties off in spite of her still leaking pussy before putting her house coat back on and climbing gingerly into bed. She lay on her side so as not to put any pressure on her temporarily tender backside.

She still could not get her head wrapped completely around the fact that her son had spanked her. She realized that she should be furious, but the truth was that she had never been so excited in her life. She had not been spanked since she was 8, but the memories of that last spanking were nothing she had fond memories of, whereas this one had almost made her cum. "My God, what a pervert I am," she thought. "It isn't enough that I got turned on by a spanking, but I got turned on by a spanking that my 19 year old son gave me! Not only that, but when I saw his fat cock pressing against his shorts aftewards, it was all I could do not to rip his pants off and suck him off!" Reliving the event in her mind again made her pussy flow and she wondered what on earth was going on with her.

Eric rose from the couch and headed up the stairs to his mother's room. When he walked in she was lying on her side and seemed to be in deep thought. He cleared his throat when he walked in the room.

"Oh, it's you," she said a little sullenly; not because she felt that way, but because that was the way she knew she was supposed to feel.

"I just wanted to check on you to be sure you were alright."

"I am fine, but my butt is sore," she said pitifully.

Although he knew he was being a little cruel, Eric could not resist teasing her a little. "Oh, I'm so sorry little girl. Does it hurt and have a temperature? Do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?"

Maggie then surprised both of them when she turned over on her stomach and said, "That would be a good start."

Eric could not believe his ears. At first he thought she was just adding humor to the situation by using a double entendre and really telling him that he could kiss her ass, but she HAD turned onto her stomach and she would not have done that if she were just insulting him. He knew he was in uncharted waters if he decided to take her comment literally, but he rationalized that she was probably just fucking with him and would stop him before it actually got that far anyway. Ignoring the consequences of being wrong, he knelt on the bed by her and slowly bent over, his lips heading for the ass that he had spanked only an hour ago. She did not stop him. He gently touched his lips to her robe covered butt.

"Does that feel better?"

"No."

He bent over again and kissed her other cheek.

"Now?"

"I'm sorry, did you do something? I didn't feel anything."

"Okay," he thought, "I see how she wants to play this game, how she wants to tease me to get even. I will call her bluff and teach her to be a smart ass with me." Out loud he said, "Oh, I'm sorry, but I can fix that!"

He pulled her housecoat slowly up toward her waist expecting her to stop him at any second, but she didn't. Her upper thighs came into view followed by the soft crease where her legs and ass met. He pulled it further up expecting to see the yellow panties; instead he saw the fading marks his hand had left as he exposed her rosy cheeks. His breath caught in his throat. She did not utter a sound when he exposed her. "My god, it's gorgeous!" he thought even though it was still quite pink from the spanking. Throwing all caution to the wind, he bent over and softly kissed one sweet cheek.

"Better?" he whispered.

"A little, but it still hurts -- a lot."

He kissed her bare cheeks gently several times. "Better?"

"A little."

He went back down and kissed her again. Then he kissed her lower toward her thighs, then between them where no redness existed.

"Mmmmhhhhhhh," she groaned.

Taking the cue, his tongue darted out and licked her in the crease between her thigh and beautiful bottom. She groaned again. Then she did the most amazing thing: she spread her legs to give him more access! His mother was practically asking him to eat her pussy, which was about his favorite thing in the whole world -- aside from getting his own cock sucked, that is. His last girlfriend had loved to have him eat her pussy, and he had become quite skilled at it. He eased a little further down the bed and when he bent over this time, he was staring right into her sopping, sexy slit. He used his thumbs to pull her pussy apart even further, and then buried his nose in her open folds. His mother groaned loudly as his tongue slid into her opening, while his nose pressed against her clit. He wanted better access to her pussy, so he moved his hand to her soaking slit, stood and moved to the end of the bed. He looked down at his mother's fabulous body before removing his hand and dropping to his knees. He slipped his hands under her thighs and pulled her pussy to his mouth. He noticed immediately that unlike in the old pictures, she now trimmed her bush. He admired it for a moment and then lifted her and ran his tongue from her clit, up her slit, over her rosebud to the top of her crack.


"Omigod Eric, that feels so good!" she moaned excitedly.

He slid his tongue back to her rosebud and flicked it over it. She moaned passionately and then used her hands to push herself back onto his tongue. When his tongue penetrated her she blurted, "Yes! I'm a bad little girl, Eric!"

He had never had his tongue inside a woman like that before, but he decided immediately that if she liked it, so did he. He pistoned his tongue in and out of her hole savoring the musky, yet not unpleasant taste. She was squirming wildly, moaning and whimpering. Suddenly she pulled forward, pushed up and crushed her pussy into his face. His tongue found her clit making short, quick strokes followed by pressing it hard against her clit while barely moving it. When he held it against her, she began to squirm and thrash against it in an effort to fuck his tongue. Suddenly, she began to jerk violently against his mouth as a powerful orgasm raced through her body.

"Omigod! That's it! Unnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Unhh! Unhh! She grunted as she ground her cunt into his face. He was as excited as she was. He wanted to devour her pussy, licking and sucking her juices out as if they were life giving. Her exhausted body went limp, still he held her tight against him, his mouth and nose buried in her wet slit, breathing into her pussy, alternating between licking between her folds, trying to capture every drop of pussy juice and worshiping her sex, gently kissing her soft, sweet slit like a lover's lips as she whimpered quietly. His mouth found her hole and he gently sucked so as to not leave anything behind.

When he finally raised his head, his mother blurted, "That was the best head I've ever had!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was great for me too, but what am I going to do about this?" he said in his best little boy's voice as he moved to the side of the bed holding his hand over the cock trying to burst through the front of his shorts.

"Oh, you poor baby: I am so sorry. Why don't you look around? I am sure you can find somewhere to put it."

Eric didn't have to be told twice. He practically ripped his pants off. His rock hard member slapped against his belly when his boxers came down. His dick was dripping pre-cum and he had never been so excited in his life. He moved between his mother's legs and slid his hand under her pelvis and lifted her roughly. Her legs were spread obscenely, her pussy lips gaping open in anticipation. He rubbed his cock the length of her slit. Her pussy was again flooding juices and his dick was pouring pre-cum. She gasped when the head of his dick moved over his rosebud. "Maybe later," he thought. "There is only one place for him right now." He found her hole and slammed his cock into her burying it to the root, his balls slapping noisily against her exposed clit. The pronounced upward curve of his cock was rubbing against her vaginal walls in ways she had never experienced before. He was pounding her pussy causing each of them to grunt on every down stroke.

"Oh yes! Fuck me son! Fuck your bad little girl hard!"

Her words spurred him on even further. Her pussy was so wet it was emitting squishing noises. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," his balls played an obscene tune against her soaking cunt. Their grunts filled the room as he moved against her like an overreving piston. His cock expanded as his balls prepared to launch its load. Suddenly, he erupted like a volcano spewing his seed deep into her. "UUUUUHHHHHHNNNNNNN!"

He cock jerked and pulsed repeatedly as his balls shot stream after stream out of his cock head. He had never had a bigger orgasm. Maggie was suddenly glad he had chosen her pussy for he would surely have drowned her had she tried to swallow his massive load. His pelvis jerked involuntarily from the last diminishing squirts and his legs shook from the effort. Finally, he was quiet as his orgasm subsided.

"Was it good baby?" his mother whispered already knowing the answer.

He didn't say anything for a moment or two until his breath caught up with his brain. Finally, he said, "It was wonderful mom, but you made me make a huge mess down here."

"Well, we can't have that; now can we?" she murmured. "Bring him up here and let mama fix the problem."

Eric's dick slipped out of his mother's sopping pussy without a sound. He looked down at his softening member. It was coated with her juices and strings of his young cum. He walked to the head of the bed. His mother had turned and was on all fours when he presented his slippery, slimy stick to her. She moaned and took it all in her mouth at once. He pulled her hair back so he could watch, and then rested his hands on the back of her head. Her eyes locked on his as she cleaned every inch of his cock, then lifted it to lick the juices that had dripped onto his balls. After she licked the sweat and juices from his thighs and pubic hair, then ran her tongue under and around his dick cap, before finally pouting her lips to give his perfectly clean cock head a gentle kiss.

She let his semi-hard member slip from her hand as her tongue came out and licked her lips to capture anything that might be left, before again looking into his eyes and whispering, "I might just have to be bad again tomorrow."

Eric reached over her ass and put his fingers in the sopping cunt that held their combined mess, coating his fingers. He brought his fingers to her mouth and pushed them in. "Tomorrow? Who said today's punishment was over?"

She moaned as she sucked his fingers clean wondering where her young master was going to stick his rapidly hardening dick next.