I awoke very groggy in the morning, or should I say afternoon. I came down at about noon and was greeted with a round of smiles and a hearty "good aft...rnoon." I just smiled impishly but said nothing. Jeanie arose and asked it I wanted a sandwich? I nodded my head and just sat there in a daze. I had had very vivid sexual dreams about her last night. I only hope I could act normal. Jeanie returned with a cup of coffee and a ham sandwich. She reached out and lovingly ran her hand down the side of. It's been too long." I'm glad he thought enough of me to ask for help," Mac responded. "I acted like a kid after... after... well you know. Maybe it's time to start over and forget about the past. I'm glad he doesn't hate me for what happened. I have to make it up to him." He doesn't hate you. We talked for a long time about that. He understands," Angela said and paused again, looking meaningfully at Mac and squeezed his hand. "He really understands," she said again when she saw a strange look. This time Mark caught a glimpse of areola as she gave him his food. "Mom, um, your robe..." You naughty boy! What are you doing even looking?" Chloe asked as she pulled her robe shut again."I didn't mean to," Mark lied. He heard his mother take a step to stand behind his chair, and he braced himself for further scolding. He was surprised when she pulled his chair, with him in it, back from the table."What have we here?" His mother asked, spotting his erection raging in his sweats."I don't know. You try to distract yourself from the growing heat in your pussy. You think about the time that I tied you face down on the bed, wrists and ankles cuffed to the posts at the corner. You recollect how I spanked you until your ass was as bright as the fuck-me red on the bottom of your shoes. Your memory reminds your consciousness that you'd disobeyed me, and needed to be punished. This time you wouldn’t make that mistake - you was being sure to follow every step to the letter.Your cunt pulsed.