He could smell the perfume that wafted across his senses, and felt the heat of her body from the close proximity of her.'Oh, God,' Annette murmured. '...hese women are so lucky…' She turned to her son and smiled at him. Then it was Ian's turn to murmur, 'Oh, God.' His mother had opened her legs and was stroking herself absently between her thighs.'Sorry,' she whispered. 'I just can't help myself… Do you mind?'Ian couldn't reply. He was stunned. What was going on? It was a dream. His mother. And what of my hard day, what would come of it? Pulled up and over his knee, I feel my day unfold with every stroke of his hand across my bare bottom. The sting of his ringed fingers, across my taunt butt. Over and over again, feeling the sting, the itch and then burn of the strength of his swats. Heat rushed over me, even more so when he reached between my legs and felt my damp pussy. Not just a touch, a scooping motion, collecting my excitement into his hand, then him rubbing it all over my. After a couple of minutes, Juanita was more coherent and aware of where she was and who she was with.“It’s all right, darling. Just remember his...” Raymond paused and looked over her shoulder to the bedroom door. It was securely closed, as he’d left it when they entered it. “Remember his friends.”“Well, sure, Ray, but he didn’t even react to the hits.”“Well, I’m sure he felt them, but he didn’t react because he didn’t have time to react. He was in the middle of something and needed to finish. .She stands up and walks towards him. He presses to the back of the couch and she lifts her leg above him, resting it over the arm of the couch. He can clearly see her perfectly shaved pussy, slightly opened in front of him..."This..." She whispers. The man was holding back, but he can't hold back any longer. He lets go of the wine glass and moves closer to her, resting his mouth over her pussy, filling the wetness of it spread over his lips and nose. He can smell the great scent of her cunt,.