She woke up around ten in the morning. With heavy heart, she went downstairs... to the living room.Both the boys were sitting in the living room watch...ng television. Tom greeted her with a mischievous grin, but she didn't answer. She looked at her son... he was looking at her curiously. Jeff was trying hard to keep his face straight. Mother and son looked into each other eyes... feeling ashamed she turned her gaze. Avoiding his gaze, she immediately hurried to the kitchen.Jeff watched his. While she was looking in her bedside drawer and touched her private things which felt deliciously naughty to do that. Lastly she looked at the contents of the dirty laundry basket. shes not sure if she knew what she wanted to find, but when she came across a pair of pale lime panties and remembers her heart thumping painfully.The gusset was discolored with a dusting of talcum powder and some kind of discharge, it was slightly moist to the touch. She don't know why but she sniffed them. That was. The spanks just landed over and over across my tight jeans. She was methodical in her delivery and warmed me up in short time. I could not move even if I wanted to. After about two hundred hand spanks she told me to stand up. “Drop those pants to your ankles and be quick about it.” My nervous hands struggled to release my buckle and work the zipper while she tapped her foot. She looked motherly with her hair back and her sleeve rolled up. I pushed my pants down and then went back across her. Why would she do that?" Look, Derek, you don't know what she's been through, so you really can't judge the state of her mind. Of course, there are better ways, but maybe she's in a place right now where she can't see them. Maybe she's really that desperate. You were smart not to get sucked into becoming part of the problem, but that doesn't mean you can't be supportive if she comes back to you for help. If she doesn't, then that's that. You did what you knew to be the right thing."Then she.