"Yes ma'am. If they look in, they will see me getting my bare bottom spanked."
"That's right."
"I want it, ma'am. Please. I want it."
Without further announcement, I felt her fingers slip into the waistband of my Bugs Bunny boxers and slide them down my legs to meet my jeans. I felt the color of my face turn from pink to crimson and I knew that the color of my bottom would soon match.
The first smack of her hand on my ass came suddenly and when she had delivered a couple dozen, she picked up the hairbrush and continued. The next dozen were followed with her scolding and reprimand of my behavior. I cringed, accepting her swats with yelps, apologies, admissions of guilt, and requests for forgiveness. My skin quickly began to sting and I bucked on her lap. My ass was on fire.
"Mommy, please!” I screeched.
"This is what you wanted, young man,” she reminded me.
"I'll be a good boy, Mommy! I promise! I'll be a good boy!” I whimpered.
"Yes, you will certainly be a good boy when I'm finished with you."
As I squirmed on her lap, I could feel her skirt riding up her thighs. I could also feel my cock hard between her thighs. I was embarrassed that I was so hard … embarrassed that it aroused me so much to have my bottom so red and stinging. I couldn't help it.
With my hands on the floorboard to brace and balance myself over her lap, I had no defense against her attack from the rear. She raised the brush and brought it down hard, the sound of it striking my skin echoing in the vehicle.
SMACK!
"Ow! Please, Mommy! I'll be a good boy!"
SMACK!
This time, the strike came down on the other side. Again I reacted with pleas of mercy. Over and over, again and again, she continued the barrage until I finally attempted to protect myself by reaching my right arm around to block the blows.
She grabbed my right wrist with her left hand and pinned it at the small of my back. I was helpless and resigned myself to the onslaught. After a couple dozen more smacks of the brush, she stopped and rubbed my stinging red bottom. I was quietly whimpering.
"Now, can you be a good boy?” she asked.
I choked back a sniffle.
"Yes ma'am."
"You may sit up now."
I began to push myself up off her lap and was not at all ashamed when she saw my erection. As I looked down, I could see that my squirming had pushed her skirt to the top of her thighs and I saw the tops of her stockings. I suddenly grabbed her in my arms and began kissing her. She neither fought me nor pushed me away.
"Are you wearing panties, ma'am?” I whispered against her lips.
"No,” she murmured back.
The movement was quick and deliberate. Grabbing her by the waist, I pulled her over my lap so that she was straddling my thighs and facing me. She gasped, apparently taken by surprise, but didn't push herself off. I held her face in my hands and continued to kiss her.
"I want you so bad,” I breathed.
"Daniel, this is wrong,” she said.
"No, it's not wrong. I want you. I want you so bad."
"But our age difference,” she muttered.
I couldn't get enough of her soft lips.
"I don't care about the age difference."
I pushed my hips up and made her feel my penis against her pussy lips. She gasped again.
"Daniel, please,” she whimpered.
She was wet. I could feel it. I knew she wanted it as much as I did.
"Please put my cock inside your pussy,” I begged.
"I haven't done this in a long long time."
"You need it,” I told her. “I need it. I've never wanted a woman so badly in my life as I do right now."
I moved one hand to her waist to hold her tightly to me and with the other hand, I held her ass cheek in my palm. Her bottom was firm and rounded, as the rest of her body was, and I gave it a little smack as I continued to kiss her. She jumped and then purred against my lips.
"Fuck me … please ma'am … fuck me. I need to be inside you."
Moving her hand between her legs, I felt her fingers around the head of my cock and then felt them directing it to the entrance of her pussy. As she moved her fingers out of the way, I pushed up and entered her.
Her hands went to my shoulders to hold on as I gently took her tongue into my mouth and slowly caressed it. Soft moans escaped both our throats the moment my shaft entered her and her moist heat surrounded me. She pressed for more, taking me as my hand on her waist moved to the base of her spine, holding her close. I opened my mouth and took a sharp breath as I felt how much of my cock she was taking.
She began to rock back and forth on my thighs, my cock sliding out only a bit, only to be taken back, going deeper each time. I felt her hips rhythmically ride, the rest of her almost still on me except for her hands on my shoulders. I placed both my hands on the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them gently and guiding her to longer strokes. As we rocked together, I heard her breathing become more ragged, and the juices inside her soft pussy flowing around my cock and down over my balls.
She pressed deeper and leaned back, taking me further. I buried my face at the base of her neck and my balls strained to keep from coming. I opened her blouse and breathed my moans into her chest as my mouth found her breasts, surrounding my lips with warm, feminine flesh. We continued to quicken our moves until we found a pace that we both knew would send us spiraling over the edge.
"Daniel, I'm coming,” she breathed into my ear.
Her orgasm was fast and hard and mine was seconds behind hers. I filled her with my cum and felt hers coating my cock as she bucked and thrashed on my thighs. I moaned into her breasts, the climax probably the hardest one I'd ever had, partly driven by the heat on my recently spanked ass as well.
She rested against me until we could both catch our breaths, and then she sat up and smiled.
"That felt wonderful."
I grinned, still panting a bit.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
I knew it might be too much to ask, but I was going to ask it anyway.
"My lease is up on my apartment next month,” I told her, “would you have any objections to me moving into your apartment complex? I'd love to be closer to you."
She smiled again.
"I would love that, Daniel."
I grinned.
"Do you think you could change my misbehaving ways if you spanked me more often?"
"Oh yes, I think I could,” she giggled, “but even if I couldn't, we would have a lot of fun trying."
I laughed and hugged her tightly.
"I can hardly wait!"
He came to me at night … almost every night … waiting patiently in the muted hours of darkness until I was prepared to take him. Even though he was my imaginary lover and only existed with the help of my mind and my toys, I could see him clearly … the red at the end of his cigarette as he stood in the moonlight outside my bedroom window, the evening breeze blowing gently through his hair, knowing that very soon I would be calling his name … needing him … thirsting for his caresses.
He lingered until the dinner dishes were done and the children were tucked in their beds. He loitered uncomplainingly, waiting for me to let the cat out and for the husband to fall asleep on the sofa while watching the late news, as he did most every night. His patience was unrivaled as he waited until my body was primed to take him and my mentality was eager for the fantasy of him.
It had become my favorite time of the day, when, unlike the rest of my day that was sorted and pre-organized as to what the world wished me to do, this time became my own. I could take him as I wished, as gentle as his feather-light kisses on my moist skin, or as rough as his perpetually relentless cock thrashing into me. In the darkness of my bedroom, I could have any fantasy I wanted, and I knew he would be there to give me what I needed. Sometimes I didn't know how I would take him until he actually came to me. Tonight was one of those nights.