“That was fucking sick,” Jeremy cursed, wiping the slobber off his mouth.
“What did you just say?” Kiera returned, instantly enraged.
“I’m sorry,” Jeremy apologized, seeing his mother’s sudden and compete wrath at his words… something he had only seen a few times and which always ended with a spanking.
“Bend over, cocksucker,” the furious mother growled.
“Mom, I’m sorry,” he pleaded, very afraid of her and totally intimidated.
“Now!” The mother snarled, not remotely in a bargaining mood, and with surprising strength, pulling her son off the floor, spinning him around and bending him over the couch.
“But I’m eighteen,” he reminded her.
“…and still my son and still needing discipline,” she countered, slapping his bare ass with resounding force!
Pain “Yeouch!!” and shame coursed through Jeremy… humiliated at being spanked by his mother. Sure, he had spanked a couple of his sluts when fucking them… but that was different.
“Henceforward you will treat women with respect,” Kiera ordered, delivering a second mighty spank.
“Nnnh! Yes, mother,” Jeremy agreed, with a wince.
“Good,” Kiera nodded, giving him a third spank, a bit softer than the others. She then added, “Now put your penis away and come upstairs to help with dinner.”
“Yes, Mom,” Jeremy nodded, his ass burning… his cheeks red with shame… his cock confusingly still hard… and in spite of it all, still desperately wanting to massage her feet.
Kiera left her son looking like a red-assed baboon and returned to her bedroom where she took the strap-on off, but kept her professional garb on, only removing her slacks and stepping back into her skirt… she was going to relish the foot massage she needed and wanted her calves accessible. Later this evening she may have to get hold of Tiffany Anderson for the release of a face riding orgasm.
Jeremy pulled his sweats up and cursed, “What the fuck was that?” His mother gone, he couldn’t believe what had just happened. Plus, he still hadn’t come. He considered finally finishing by himself what had been started by Eleanor what seemed like hours ago, but instead he hurried upstairs to help with dinner.
3. THE CONFESSIONAL
Kiera came back downstairs to the kitchen and deciding to move on and not keep the awkwardness going, she smiled and asked, “Shall we order pizza?”
“Um sure,” Jeremy agreed, unable to keep from glancing down to see she was still in nylons and her skirt was back.
“Good,” Mom nodded, grabbing the phone and ordering their usual, noticing her son pretty much staring at her feet nonstop. She turned and began walking towards the living room inviting, “Now come and give your Mom a nice foot massage.”
Jeremy’s marathon erection which had just started to consider going into slumber was again wide awake… again hungrily poking against his sweats.
Kiera noticed the abrupt motion beneath his pants and smiled, thinking she could use this to her advantage both for discipline and for foot massages. She headed to the couch and sat down.
Jeremy followed his mother as the strange day just got weirder and weirder… this latest twist one that excited him greatly.