I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over at my husband. I liked the id...a of my son’s hands on me with my husband right there. As I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn’t give me any resistance. Now his hands were on my skirt with his fingers still on my bare thighs. I rose up a little so I could pull my skirt up a little. His hands moved with my skirt. I looked down and could see. Pulling in his drive, Emma is glad to see on her car clock that she is a few minutes early. She likes the feel of his hand as he spanks her. But she so wants to show she can be obedient to his commands today. This has to be the beginning of what she yearns for; please let it be, she hopes.And Donald had alluded that a spanking was ahead for her today due to her touching herself and then later, squirming when she was to lie for him to view. This sends a new shudder through her as she gets. Fresher in his mind was his experience initiating another girl just a few months before. His feeling of not just pleasure but pride at being chosen, of conquest and possession, and then a touch of shame at those feelings. Now she let herself feel thrilled at being possessed and they felt the echoes of that between them. She began picking up a weaker version of her mother's intimate thoughts as transferred to him during their recent sex. Then Tara felt his thought that she shouldn't go too deep. Time passed at a glacial pace. I couldn't stop thinking about the evening ahead of me.At three the telephone rang. I answered it. It was Jeanne. “Hi Michael, how's your day going?”I said, “Slowly, very slowly. I'm excited about tonight.”“Me too. Abby and I will be done at 4:30. We'll pick up sandwiches at Benny's Deli. Is Pastrami on rye okay?”“That would be great.”“Potato salad?”“Absolutely and a chocolate cookie please.”Jeanne laughed. “After all the turmoil of the past year, you still.