She had been divorced for about two years and had really gotten into shape after the divorce was final. One night, Brad and I came home after midnight...and Brad passed out drunk onto the couch. So I quietly went upstairs to go into his room to sleep. I saw Brad's mom, Sara, was still awake, the light in her room still on. I opened the door to let her know we were home. And then I saw her. She was propped against her headboard, feet planted, naked. Her long, brown hair hung down her sides. One. "She hesitated. "I haven't done that to any man, Jack, I don't like the idea of it." "I'll help you. First kiss my knob."She did so but it was just a peck."Let's explore with your tongue. See the rim of my knob, its beautifully sensitive. Hold my shaft and tickle that rim with your tongue."Frances followed his instruction with concentration. Her mind was so focused, she forgot some of her reservations."Now the crack in the tip and especially the rougher skin just underneath"Her tongue tickled. She began to whisper in my ear.“I hope you know you’re not foolin’ anyone, kiddo.”I opened my eyes, not sure what to expect now. My Mom was staring back at me, looking directly into my eyes, while she held my throbbing cock. With a now firm grip, she began to slowly stroke up from the base where she had wrapped her fingers. Her two fingers soon became her whole hand, stroking up and down on my cock over my shorts.“Would you like to see it, Mom?”“No, you’re my son!” It was an instant,. "Go on, examine it closely," he encouraged her, "You will see that the surfaces are not symmetrical. The rough side is made of much harder rubber than the smooth side and inflicts much more pain, particularly if it is dragged across the skin slightly as it strikes the buttock," he paused for a moment, then added, "or breast."Taking the paddle back from her nearly nerveless hands he scraped it very gently across the outer curve of one breast, making her jump."The next level of punishment is the.