Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
A Slut For Her Son:>47

Again I felt her hands on my ass putting pressure on both of my cheeks in the outward direction... spreading them apart, which seemed innocent as if she was just doing this for support as she was getting up. I knew my asshole and my pussy were probably barely covered and partially exposed and I couldn't help but wonder if she was looking at them.

"Well, I better take my last opportunity," With that I felt my ass being smacked.

I held on for a few heart beats enjoying the treatment, forgetting who it was that was doing it. I didn't know why, but I actually arched my back and stuck my ass out more.

"Uhmmm... Mommie, you like it?"

Smack, smack, smack. I trembled hanging on inside the cabinet.

Her words woke me up as if I was in a dream.

"Wh... What? Kristy, stop... Ohhh, you're gonna get it," I said and moved backwards.

She moved out of the way and I finally stood up on trembling legs. My beautiful daughter stood there with a smile on her face, her cheeks red and her chest moving in deep, steady rhythm. She was only wearing a small pair of pink panties and a tiny tea shirt. Her breasts stood up straight with hard nipples that were poking out under her shirt.

I couldn't help but run my eyes over her curvy, young body, stopping for a brief moment at her panties. Did I see a darker patch between her legs? Was it wetness? I jerked my eyes away not to be obvious what I was staring at.

We looked at each other for a moment without saying a word. Seemed like the moment was tense, she was probably wondering if she took it too far. She meant so much to me, I didn't want her to feel like she did something wrong, I wanted our relationship to continue to be perfect.

"You ungrateful daughter!" I said with a smile "I only spanked you for your own good," I was turning this whole situation into a joke "Looks like you didn't learn anything... I'm just gonna have to spank you again!"

I reached out and grabbed her arm turning her around. She laughed trying to get away. Her struggles were obviously weak as if she was just putting on a show. I lifted my hand and smacked her across her thong covered butt.

"Uhhh... Mommie, please, I didn't mean to be bad," She laughed acting as a little girl.

I laughed too and continued to smack her butt. My hand ended up on her lower back as if to hold her down but somehow I knew well she wouldn't move. Slowly I noticed my own hand moving lower to the point where my fingers were just under the waist band of her panties and I felt the round curve of her hip.

Looking down I saw my daughters perfect ass cheeks and the string of her thong disappearing deep between them. Just looking at them made me shiver with lust and my mouth water.

"So, do you have enough?" I asked looking at her butt which became red.

I realized I placed my hand on her ass with the tips of my fingers disappearing between her cheeks. I looked at her as she looked back, her eyes wide and her face flushed. She shifted her eyes from me to my hand. "Enough? I think you need some more yourself!" She laughed and twisted free.

I saw laughter and excitement in her eyes as she came around me. My heart was beating fast as well in meek anticipation of what she was going to do. Fun, just some innocent fun with my daughter, I told myself. "Bad Mommy, here, I'll show you how bad you are."

"Kristy don't," I warned her but she didn't listen.

Grabbing my arm she lightly pushed me against the counter top. I laughed and put both my hands up to my butt protecting my cheeks from spanking that she wanted to give me. "What has gotten into you, you are so bad," I laughed but didn't resist.

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For some reason getting spanked by my daughter was fun and was definitely turning me on. I knew my daughter didn't know that, she probably thought that we were having some mother daughter fun which we were... I kept telling myself. "Ok bad Mommy, put those hands up and get ready for some smack time... no, better yet, pull that shirt up for me."

"Kristy, no way!"

"You know you've been bad so do it... NOW."

Her demanding tone surprised me a little, made me feel as if I was her daughter and she was the MOM. Games, games two girls can play. I held my breath as my fingers grabbed the edges of my nightshirt. I looked back at her with the most innocent face I could muster.

"You won't spank hard, promise?" I asked in a little girl voice.

She smiled surprised at it.

"Hmmm, that depends, now lift that shirt up!"

Slowly, I inched it up... and up... past my hips, looking back at my daughter, until my nightshirt was around my waist.

Her eyes were peeled to my butt watching it as I exposed it. I could tell she was excited, her eyes were telling me that. Did she like my butt that much? Was this no longer a game? I asked myself and shuddered at the first smack that reached my butt cheek.

With each smack she held her hand on my cheek and squeezed it a little, smacked it again and squeezed it a little.

"Bad Mommy, you need to be punished for what you did to me... spanking me like that," There was no longer any laughter in her voice.

Instead, I heard excitement, I heard... command. I arched my back and looked back at my daughter. Her eyes were wide and she was licking her lips. Ok, Ok, I need to break this off before it gets out of hand. I didn't need to give my daughter any ideas.

But as hard as I tried my body wouldn't move! I took each spanking with eagerness, almost an anticipation. My butt was starting to sting but still I wanted more.

"Are you sorry Mommy? Are you sorry for what you did?"

Smack, smack, smack. Oh god, I loved it!

"Oh, I am baby... Uhhh... I'm so sorry... please!"

I didn't know what I was saying please for. Was it for her to stop, or was it that I wanted more?

SMACK! I tensed, this one was hard.

"Ouch..." I didn't yell, I moaned!

Her hand stayed where it was, deeply planted on my ass, her fingers spread. I looked at her surprised at how hard she smacked me and saw that she was looking at me, her eyes wide and mouth partially opened. She waited for me to complain or stop this but... but I didn't. I let my daughter continue. She moved up close to me, on my side, pressing her firm stomach to it. I could feel her heavy breathing. I felt her other hand grab my other ass cheek and than my daughter started to rub them in circles, massaging me...