Spank mommy

Terror is written all over her face as she writhes to keep as much distance between you and her as possible. Fuck that you think, and grab a handful of her hair and pull her to you. She squeals involuntarily and tumbles from the sofa, her hands flailing at your arm but without touching, "Ow, aaah. Oww."

Her squeals give you an idea.

"Get up bitch!" you snarl.

She gets to her feet.

You sit leisurely on the sofa, (in Cora's knickers) "Strip!" you say staring at her intently.

Disbelievingly, she finds herself pulling her ribbed sleeveless top over her head. She isn't wearing a bra, and although she is a little scrawny, her breasts are full but substantially less pert than her daughter and sag noticeably on her frame. She pops the button on her tight ripped faded denims and has to sit on the floor to peel them off, throws them behind her then steps out of her plain cotton underpants to reveal a poorly gardened thatch on a presumably well used cunt.

"Come here."

Timidly she steps towards you. "You can speak now, but be quiet and polite. Now bend over my knees", you say and slap your right thigh.

"Please, no", she whimpers, getting to her knees beside you then lying transversely across you so that her backside was in perfect position.

As soon as its there, you get to work "Whack! whack! whack! whack!" She squeals quietl "Ow, ah!" but doesn't get up. Soon her buttocks are a deep red mass, but you continue for a little while, then say. "Right, stand up and face me!"

You sit forward on the settee as she stands just in front of your knees, noticing how untidy her pussy is and that her large boobs are wobbling as she pants in fear. You bring your right hand back once more and slap her on her left tit.

"Ow!" she squeals and brings her hand protectively to the tit.

"Clasp your hands behind your head and stand still."

She does as she is told, "Please. Please don't, Owww!" she squeals as you repeat the exercise and keep going until her left tit is the same color as her ass. You leave her other one alone, enjoying the contrast in colors between the two.

Satisfied that mission was indeed accomplished, you leave with your balls still full and begin walking back to the sex shop.