Karen had always been outright and sometimes very naughty. I remember when we were much younger, she always wanted to see my willie. Without any hesit...tion she showed me her hairless pussy too. But that must have been more than six, seven years earlier when I stayed at her place for a week.She always had ideas about what to do, sometimes she was all focused on one thing. Nothing else mattered.This time all she wanted to do was to play cards.Since the weather was dull, cloudy and windy, we. ”“I guess so. Ek doesn’t seem to be a place full of young women looking for middle aged men.”She laughed and her teeth were perfect and white. She looked beautiful when she laughed and the sound of it was like nothing I had heard in a long time.“Anyway, I won’t be here long enough for a relationship. By the way, you don’t happen to have a bottle of whiskey or vodka somewhere?”She thought for a second, and without a word disappeared down the shelves. I heard a door open and close. A couple of. ” Mom said with a glowing smile. We put our clothes back on, packed up all our things, loaded them in the car and went home. During our drive, mom and I started to make plans as to how our relationship would work. Whenever dad was home, we had to keep up an ordinary mother son relationship, meaning we could still she each other of course, but we had to keep our hands off ourselves unless we could be discreet. Luckily for us, dad wasn’t usually as home as often as other fathers were, meaning we. She put a condom on my starting to harden prick, and then I laid over her lap for the second time. For some reason, as she squeezed my cock between her thighs it just felt like I was in the right place.The spanking was pretty much a repeat of the day before. The stinging spanks as she rattled off why I was being spanked, and how I needed to be her good boy. I cried again, but as I had never really cried much for years, the release of my tears was rather pleasing. To give myself to accept.