Then the pain worsened. You were reaching your climax and drilling into my hole with a primal urge. When you pulled out to come on my mound your membe... was streaked in my blood.From that moment forward whenever I tried to direct you to anal in that position you’d just tell me that it wouldn’t fit. Because you were always so gentle with me in every manner. But in bed you needn’t have been. I felt the sting from that session for days afterwards. A constant reminder of the sex god who ushers me. I don’t say a word as I walk up, lay my free hand on the middle of her back and take a couple light warm up swings. I steadily increase the strength of the swats until I reach twenty and stop for a moment.Her ass is cherry red and I can see tears streaming down her face, but she has yet to cry out or make a sound. I start again with the hard solid swats, and after six more, she finally breaks down and starts sobbing. Relieved, I back off slightly on the next four to reach thirty and stop.I set. I reached home and Mom hugged me. I hugged her back. I was struggling hard not to think about Di but my eyes were already searching for her.Mom – “Go and meet your Di. She is in your room. She would be happy to see you”Me in my mind- “I don’t think so mom.”I slowly entered our room and mom followed me. There she was, lying on the bed and working on her laptop. She looked at me and her eyes lit. But she lowered her eyes for a moment thinking and looked at me back.She got up, moved towards me,. But she used to call me bhaiya – which I later realized that she didn’t mean anything by.I am the only son of my family, both of my parents are working, they come after 4 pm everyday. So. she used to come around asking for things when I was alone. I was usually in shorts and several times- she has paused on seeing my bulge. She used to stare seriously at me during these moments but I would hesitate.After some time, She began teasing me on her visits when I was alone at house. She would open her.