The weekend before didn't come up at all. We started flirting like we used to. She'd put her hand on my leg sometimes when laughing at a joke, or touc... my chest. I thought, this is it. This is the night.There was a guy with a group of people next to us that seemed a little drunk and a little obnoxious, but we ignored him. Eventually I got up and went to the restroom. When I came back, Sarah was talking to him. I joined in on the conversation, it was just typical bullshit. He seemed nice enough,. I awoke to find the sun well up and myself alone in the guest room. Last night’s activities had certainly given me a good night’s sleep!As I showered, I gleefully pondered on my new sex-life; wondering if what I did with Guy’s, was the kind of thing other Mom’s might masturbate over?But then sharing my bed with Iris last night and responding to her so hard? I couldn’t think what was more shameful; what I’d done with Guy, or that with Iris! To think that just a week ago I was an unblemished. It swept over her from head to toe. She had closed her eyes and was living the dream. "Hmmmm." she whispered. Oh God, the pain. The glorious sting. "Ohhhhh Sir. Smack my naughty bottom Sir." SLAP." Another rush. Even more devastating than the first one. "OOO ahhhhh oh yes. Yes Sir. That one was a good hard one. Thank you Sir. My bottom stings so bad for you Sir. You can spank my large fat bottom as many times as you want Sir." Oh I intend to you bad bad girl. Stick your bottom up and keep it up. “I love you, Momma,” he growled into her ear. He pulled back and plunged into her again. She squeezed him with her legs and whimpered. “I’m fucking you, Momma,” he said. “Yes, yes you are Baby,” she sobbed. “Fuck Momma, Mark. Fuck Momma. Fuck me, my darling!” There was wetness on her face, tears of sheer joy. She pushed on his shoulders until she could see his face, so she could look into her son’s eyes. “I love you,” she said with ferocious intensity. “Momma!” he grunted and thrust into her.