I knew she had volunteered to take the spanking her daughter had promised me if I bought a supply of the sweet things to help her make her quota. The ...aughter was all sugar and spice and everything nice but I found her plain white panties to be a turn off and preferred the mother’s French undies instead.Actually, she was being quite accommodating about bending over my dining room table and allowing me to pull her panties well out of the field of fire as I turned her delectable ass cheeks into a. She saw me looking closely between her legs, “What are you doing?” she asked with a puzzled expression“Just checking your stance” I said which seemed to satisfy her, “How does it look?” she asked and I was now fully conscious of the boner that was evident under my shorts.After she asked the question I had to get a little closer and the musky smell hit me, her pussy was an inch from my face as I focused on her panties clenched between her arse cheeks.“Its looking good, just hold it for a little. You will howl and sob. When I am through, you will belong to me. Make no mistake, I am going to hurt you terribly. The payoff for you is two-fold. First, by suffering for me, you will earn the privilege of serving my body.“I’ll have you lick my vulva until I’ve experienced multiple-orgasms. I’ll have you worship my ass by licking the crack and rimming my butt hole. This is what I like to think of as the ‘submissive kiss’. My late-husband learned to spend literally hours tending to my rear. I. Yet somehow it didn’t seem to be a surprise and I wasn’t bothered by her actions. I suppose that the thing about a kiss is that you either like it or you don’t. Megan’s lips were soft and warm, and without a second thought I found myself kissing her back. We started so gently, with our closed lips barely brushing and my head still cradled in Megan’s hands, but rapidly we moved on to kissing more fervently with our lips open and our hands caressing each other arm and backs. We embraced more.