It’s your fault your mom is this way. The least you can do is help her feel secure. Agree to spank her.

You nod. “OK Mom. I know you wouldn’t lie about that. If it will help you feel more comfortable and secure, I’ll give you a spanking.” You try to keep your voice calm and even, but you can barely believe the words are coming out of your mouth.

You stand up and look down at her. “I suppose the thing to do is to first make it clear what you’re being disciplined for…” You pause to think.

“For wanting my own son in an inappropriate way? For burdening you by telling you about my disturbing fantasies?” your mother suggests.

You shake your head. “You should always be open and honest with me, Mom. You’re being corrected for thinking I couldn’t handle knowing how you feel and that you should have hidden the truth from me. Do you understand?”

Your mom’s cheeks flush pink and she looks down at the floor. “Yes Sir.” She says softly.

You swallow nervously, hoping she doesn’t notice that you’re a bit shaky. “Look me in the eye and tell me what you are being disciplined for, in your own words.” You insist.

Her chest is heaving with deep breaths as she looks up at your face. “I am being disciplined because I didn’t trust that you could handle knowing about my feelings and thought it would have been better to keep them from you, Sir.”

Your cock throbs in your jeans when your mother calls you Sir at the end of that sentence, her eyes locked on yours. You manage to nod and **** out. “Good.”

“I want you to bend over the arm of the couch for your spanking.”

“Yes Sir.” She nods and gets up, then pushes down her yoga pants and panties to the top of her thighs, exposing her buttocks. Then she bends over the upholstered arm of the couch. Her elbows on the cushion and her toes on the floor. Her bare round ass offered up for you to spank.

You move next to her. Your hand trembles as you rest it on her soft ass cheek for a moment, then raise it and bring it down *SMACK*. The sound of your hand clapping down on her bottom is sharp. Her body jumps a bit, but she stays in place. Her head down.

You raise your hand again and swing down *SMACK* another slap on the same buttock. It's starting to turn pick where your hand landed. You swing down again, then again *SMACK* *SMACK*.

Your mother’s ass jiggles with every slap. Her body stiffens each time your hand comes down. She is breathing heavily. Her hands clench into tight fists.

You move your aim to her other ass cheek. *SMACK*. You pick up the pace and land three spanks in quick succession *SMACK*SMACK*SMACK*. Your mother groans. Her smooth white ass has turned shade of pink that for some reason you find very alluring.

“Two more will make ten.” You tell her, trying your best to speak with authority. You raise your hand and bring it down *SMACK!* harder than the others, then you move to her other ass cheek *SMACK!*. She finally lets out a soft yelp at that.

You are both breathing hard. Your hard-on is aching to be released from your jeans and given attention. You tell your mother, “Pull up your pants. The spanking is done.”

Your mother stands slowly and gingerly pulls her panties and yoga pants up over her reddened buttocks. “Thank you, Sir.” She says in a meek voice. “Would you please kiss me, so I know you forgive me, before I go to bed?”

You smile at her warmly and nod. “Of course, mom.” You lean down to kiss your mom on the cheek, but she moves and presses her lips to yours. She kisses you passionately, her hand gripping the back of your neck. You are frozen at first, then find yourself kissing back. Your tongue tip tentatively dancing with hers.

Finally, you come to your senses and pull back from the kiss, panting.

Your mother hugs you tight, pressing her face to your chest. Your straining cock presses against her soft belly through your clothes. The contact feels so good. You try to concentrate on the fact that Tracey will be your **** tomorrow. You just need to hold out until then.

“Thank you, Davey. You’re so good to me. Thank you.” She says in a husky voice.