She cleared her throat. He jumped when he heard her. Then standing there naked, a slip in each hand, he started to say something. The mocking smile ...n her face stopped him. All he could mutter was "caught me, huh?" "Well," she asked,"have you made up you mind?" He just stood there, red as a beet. "Well, then, lets start with this one. It's nylon tricot and is a heavy denier. It was very popular in the fifties and early sixties. Bet your mom had one of these," she teased as she modeled it. As she led me to a room I wanted to say, “can you be my massage therapist?” It was probably my good fortune that I was too nervous to speak. She led me to a small room with a massage table in it. It was dimly lit and there was soothing relaxation music playing. She said if I wanted deep pressure to tell the massage therapist and then she closed the door. I stripped down to my jocks and put my clothes on the vinyl chair in the corner. I sat on the edge of the massage table while I waited. . I took one final glance over at my sister to make sure she’s still asleep. Without further ado, I started tugging at my cock.It felt strange. I never had an audience before. Mom just sat there, watching.I tugged and tugged for several minutes but it didn’t feel like anywhere near close to cumming.“You okay?”“I… I never done it in front of anybody before. It’s weird.”“Do you need me to help you relax?”“Yeah, if you can.”Mom paused a moment, she looked like she was weighing out her options in her. " I'm going to give you six strokes of the cane. This way anyone will be able to see that I have spanked you. The welts should be able to be seen for a whole week." Then she began to cane me. Although I thought that I could withstand a lot of pain, the strokes really did hurt. I actually yelled out when she gave me the last stroke.Then she came around in front of me and released one arm. "Hold still while I write something on your arm. If you move about, I will give you six more strokes.