I just found myself doing exactly as Mrs Whittingam had said was I really going to see her punish her daughter, a forty odd year old woman using a lea...her strap on her bare bottom....and then it would be my turn, wow.Carol took off her jeans and walked to the back of the leather Chesterfield settee, where her mother waited with the leather strap dangling from her right hand. Carol approached her and pulled her knickers down to her ankles. Her mother held the leather strap in front of Carol's. .”“No, it wasn’t,” he said. “Masturbating is normal. Just about everybody does it, even you, mom. And I think that since you saw me, I should get to see you. Do it. Live, I mean, not just in a picture on that story site.”“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”“Yes, mom, I would.” He had on his goofy smile, crooked lips but no teeth showing.I thought about it. I could still see my picture on the laptop. My son wasn’t backing down. And, really, what else did I have to do today?“You won’t tell. She turned and started to walk away and I was impressed with her manner and grace. Combined with her beauty, it was a compelling and sexy combination. This could be very interesting, I thought. I couldn’t wait until Sunday. I went to the parking lot early and hoped Linda would come. Shortly after I arrived, a black Toyota Corolla drove up and parked next to me. A vision got out. It was Linda in skin tight shorty shorts and a totally form fitting t-shirt with her breasts, and their hard nipples,. " A wave of emotions came over me hearing this. I just couldn't believe my mom would ever stoop this low. And even worse, I couldn't believe she was being blackmailed by this guy for sex. And it looked like they weren't about to end it anytime soon since her job was on the line. I found myself still being curious about all of this and feeling the same intensely erotic feelings I had felt yesterday. "So how many times...you know?" I asked "That afternoon in the motel was the first time. So we'll.