”I smiled and asked, “What is it?”Mom said, “You have to really hurt me. I need to feel pain.”I frowned a little but said, “I know I can d... it if that is what you really want.”Then I watched as Mom dug around in the bottom of her closet and pulled out an old suitcase. She placed it on her bed and opened it. There inside were things that I never expected to see in my mother’s possession. She had a long wooden paddle, a short wide leather strap with a handle, and something that she called. And with smile, she promises that despite the ‘no fucking’ rule, we will both have a lovely time, as long as I do what she says. She then invites me to follow her upstairs, and shows me into the bathroom, and tells me to have a shower, put on the dressing gown she has left out, and then come back downstairs to the lounge – and tells me not to start without her! I do as I am told, though it is all I can do to not touch my cock which by now has turned into a raging hard on. I put the dressing. Rick would drop me off at a bar in the city around 10:30 p.m., that was a hang-out for construction workers. Hank would already be there. After about 30 minutes Rick would come in and watch the action as Hank made his play for me. Rick even gave Hank $40 dollars for a cheap motel in case he was successful in picking me up and I really wanted to satisfy my fantasy.On Friday night I was all nerves. I wore red high heels with a very short black skirt that was so tight I almost couldn't sit down. A. A louder moan. I started thrusting, then got slower, as I wanted to fully enjoy her. I was melting inside her. Her hot juices, combined with my hot cock and our bodies warmth was melting me. I turned her over on her knees, grabbing her breasts, thrusting from behind. SLAP.All of a sudden, I spanked her butt. Not knowing what happened, she turned and looked at me with teary eyes. SLAP. Another slap to her ass. Her tears got more intense as her dam was about to burst. I didn’t want her to cry, so.