Have some not-quite-innocent fun with her

You pretend not to understand what she's getting at, but notice she's still holding a can of coffee to be put away.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom. Where are my manners? Good morning." You walk up to her and give her a big hug, not making any effort to prevent your huge erection from pressing against her thigh. "Here, let me help you with the groceries." You take the can from her fingers and turn around to open the top cupboard.

She moves away a little bit but doesn't acknowledge anything. "Oh, thank you. Hey. Since when did you wear glasses?"

Coffee safely stowed in the cupboard, you turn back to face her, leaning back against the counter. "Oh, finally tore your eyes away from my morning wood long enough to notice? Real classy, Mom."

Her eyes widen in shock, and then narrow in anger. "What?! How dare y—"

Your finger on her lips cuts her off. "Shhh. I won't make you admit it. We both know you were checking me out. That's pretty fucked up. But then, so is being a literal whore."

Her mouth snaps shut with a blush. Her eyes are full of shock and questions but your finger still on her lips keeps her from speaking.

"Yeah, I know. But hey look. I'm an adult, you're an adult. There's no reason to be coy about this. Now that it's out in the open, we can talk about it, right?" You lower your finger.

"Honey, I really don't think t—"

You silence her again. "Yeah, Mom, that's sort of the problem. You don't think. You've never really been very good at it." She tries to pull away but you grip her by the jaw just firmly enough to remind her that you're still talking. "So from now on, I will do all the thinking and you just stick to fucking men for money. That's what you're good at, okay?"

The glasses reveal that your **** is turning her on, so you press the advantage. "Now, to make up for all the lies and for what you did to Dad, and to give you something to think about that even you can probably handle, I'm going to give you a spanking. Turn around and bend over the counter. Obey nicely and I'll go easy on you."

Her mouth falls open. "I think not! My god, what's gotten—hey! Let me go!"

Thanks to the glasses, you handle her feeble attempts to defend herself easily, and soon you have her bent over the counter with her skirt up around her waist. You snatch up a huge rubber spatula. "Shut up, whore. God! Look at you. A disgrace."

You slap her ass and thighs with the spatula, holding her down with your other hand.

She howls and screams at you, but there's nothing she can do to get out from under you while you can anticipate her every movement. Soon her howls become sobs, and her screams become pleas for you to stop.

"I'll stop when you admit you're a stupid whore and that you deserve this."

It wasn't long before she gave up completely, crying the words out between sobs, "I'm sorry! Yes, I'm a stupid whore. Yes, I deserve this. You're right!"

You push her down onto her knees and she winces but doesn't move to fight back.

"There, now. I hope you've learned something. Now tell me, and I want you to think really hard about your answer before you open your whore mouth. From now on, whenever you get paid, what are you going to do with that money?"

She looks up at you, trembling. Her ruined makeup and tear-streaked face looking dreadful and beautiful at the same time.