Your favorite."He always asks and she never tells him. It's their little joke.He turns and goes to his bedroom. He strips out of his school uniform an... takes a shower. He thinks of his Mum and strokes his hard young cock.He cums hard all over the shower wall.He dries off and hangs the towel up. He walks to his bedroom naked. He looks to see if his Mum is looking. She isn't. He puts on a pair of shorts and kills some more aliens on his play station."Mark. Dinner is ready. Come on before it gets. I kneel down and sink my nose in to get another whiff of her crotch. I just can’t get enough. Then I scoot my hands under her belly, struggling for a minute but finally getting at her pants unbuttoned in the front. I reach up and dig my fingers under her waistband, slowly sliding her pants down. My face inches from her butt, ready for the reveal. The top of her panties. Black. A thong! It must be to prevent panty-lines since she wears such tight pants. I pull down more. Pale cheeks. Tan lines. They put their plans together and both were feeling horny at the thought of their scheme and what all would be taking place. They set it up for Monday evening when both would be home from work. Penny would already be there and hiding in the closet. Cassie would be working that evening, so there would be no risk of her walking in on anything. Trace usually leaves by 6:30 to meet Cassie on her dinner break and is gone for a couple of hours. Bev would be ready for whatever eventuality the. "A spanking," Fiona repeated, smiling. My surprise seemed to amuse her. "You know: 'bare hand meets bare bottom'. That kind of thing." You get spanked? No, you got spanked, a long time ago! You still do? Even today, at your age? By whom? By your father? On your bare bottom?"Fiona just sat there, almost bursting out in laughter. She limited herself to nodding and shaking her head in response to the barrage of questions I produced. I noticed that I had referred to her uncle as 'your father' and.