Even making the decision took a weight off Sophie’s mind. She had overcome the difficulty she felt about being spanked at thirty-eight years old by ...er fifty-seven year old mother. It was Saturday morning and Sophie was going to break the news to her mother today. After a long soak in the bath Sophie dried herself with a soft warm towel. Looking at her bottom in the mirror she imagined what it would look like after a spanking. She knew he mother thought hand spankings were a waste of time. As. "Hey, relax, it's ok" she tried to assure him.He looked off to the door, still tense and annoyed. She shimmeyed her way down his body and started to undo his pants. His body tensed further as he questioned "what are you doing?"But she gave no response as she freed him and gently sucked him into her mouth.He gasped, a hand on the back of her head to hold her still. She let him push her all the way down onto him, as he growled. He was still tense, but perhaps he may relax soon.No such luck as he. I put my hand on my head and mumbled, "God, I'm high."Tony stopped and sat up. "Hmmm, maybe you need to come down a bit. How 'bout a father-son shower?"I really didn't know how to respond to that. I was second guessing my decison to come here. But I was reminded about how long I had dreamed of this. How much nerved it took me to come here. I couldn't back down now. "Yeah? That sounds...hot." Yeah it does, boy." He got off the couch, his massive frame standing over me. "Lets go, son."I followed. Don’t ask me more.” She then pulled the blouse from my hand.I said, “I already saw you once in bra and it will not make any difference, so change in front of me.” She shouted at me and was about to leave. I said, “I am your son so that’s your problem right.”Then one day, dad and sister had to leave home to go to another town for sister’s admission in college. I was alone at home with my mom. I was roaming around her all day but had no luck as she ignored me.I started talking to her mom, “Why.