I do argue with her sometimes, and even snap at her when I shouldn’t, but I soon get brought back down to earth with a thump, or across her knee and...with a lengthy and often intense spanking to be more precise. On average I get spanked by her five or six times a month. Whilst I have lots of girlfriend’s I was too career focussed to find a man worth settling down with so living at home was good for me. Mum likes having me around as well but being very much in charge and a stickler for. The problem was how, how to make it happen, did I dare make a sexual move on my own mom? Could I use the excuse of being drunk to kiss her or grope her, which I wanted to do? I wasn’t sure. I did not take my eyes off her as she put on the little pink transparent nightie. Those big dark areolas and long black nipples were truly amazing. I wanted to grab her and suck the life out of them. I grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard. I looked away as she turned and came back to the bed. My eyes. “Who is it?”“It’s Sarah, the maid.”“Come in,” Jen said as she remembered where she was.A smiling face appeared when the door opened, and Jen saw an 18-year-old girl who looked as if she’d freshly arrived from Norway. Blond tresses down the maid’s back, clear skin and bright blue eyes launched mutual smiles.“I’m Jen. Pleased to meet you.”“You, as well.”The Manskers had no use for a stereotypical French maid’s uniform, so Sarah was wearing simple black slacks, smart shoes, a crimson blouse and a. When he did it was usually in a disciplinaryrole.I was always fascinated by women. I was seemingly always in the companyof my mother and her coterie of friends including the attractive leggy20 year old daughter of our next-door neighbours and her friends. In mydaily life, in the absence of male role models, I was surrounded bywomenIn fact I actively sought out the company of women, especially youngattractive ones, who would always make a fuss over the "cute littleboy". I loved being part of.