The Best Punishment So Far

My hand started to hurt from all the smacking my Mom's ass, which is quite solid, given her age. She was lying limp on the kitchen's table, her face blushing and her voice muted as she kept demanding her punishment. Thanks to her yoga passion, she had managed to keep her legs straight for the last fifteen minutes, with her bum sticking out, and her torso flat on the table's top. However, after my last soft slap, her legs started shaking. She was probably tired, but she also seemed aroused by the ordeal, judging by her soaked black panties.

"Come on, Ryan, carry on." She said with a soft voice and her head resting on the table, sideways, looking at me with glazy eyes.

"Yes, Mom" I replied while I slapped her plumpy right cheek once again, then resting my hand on her warm flesh. I was fixated on the bulge that peeked out from between her butt cheeks. Her panties were failing to properly cover her pussy, being loose and off-center. I had been fumbling with them and poking them as much as I could. I wished I could just pull them down and out with them.

Oh, wait.

"Hey Mom, it just ocurred to me how I can be a better son."

My Mom lifted her head and looked at me with wariness.

"Whatever it is, I won't spare you from your punishment. Just so we are clear." She said with a flat voice.

"I was thinking I could help out some more with house stuff. Can I assist you with the laundry?"

"I see." She said, resting her head back on the table. It was funny to see her like that, while the triggers worked their magic on her confused mind. She was lying over the kitchen's table, at its edge, with her left arm hanging freely and her eyes looking into the horizon. She looked relaxed and I felt so powerful.

*SLAP*

My latest smack brought her back to the present moment.

"Thanks Ryan, that's a great idea. I am delighted that you want to help out with the laundry." Mom shifted her upper body so that she could look at me in the eye, smiling from the table's edge. She seemed proud of me, the physical punishment finally having a good effect on me. I instead felt that sweet and guilty tingle in my stomach that I get when the triggers resolve as I intend. I was getting somewhere with the triggers and the possible combinations.

My cock twitched suddenly in my pants, which caught her attention. With her head still on the table she looked straight into my crotch, wondering. Was that Ryan's erection what she had just noticed? Could her son be so perverted that he was getting aroused by physical punishment? Surely not...

"Will you do me a favour, could you remove my panties and have them washed?" She asked, with her suspicious eyes still on my invisible cock. She was nonetheless bound by the trigger and she had to hand over either her bra or her panties. "I am afraid they are quite dirty."

"Yes, Mom." I replied while reaching for the underwear. I peeled those black panties off slowly, making the most of the moment, rolling them over her bum and thighs, and catching a whiff of the aroma rising from the action. As I kneeled squared to her ass, she lifted both feet in turns so I could collect the dirty laundry. I stayed a few seconds in that position, enjoying the moment and the view. Her pussy was very wet, her inner and outer lips were hairless and shining. The bush further down was sparkled with tiny droplets of moisture. Crouching behind her, out of her sight, I admired my Mom's backside and I brought up her panties to my mouth and nose. I closed my eyes while I drew a deep breath of her scent.

"Ryan! What on Earth? We don't have all day!" My Mom snapped, now bringing me back to the moment. I bounced back up on my feet, rattled.

"Let's get on with your punishment!" She instructed.

"Yes, sorry, jeez Mom. I was just picking up the laundry." I was a bit annoyed by the interruption.

"We still have seven slaps to go, young man." She said with a serious voice.

"Sure." I answered.

*SMACK*

I gave her the hardest slap yet, annoyed as I was. I heard a slushy sound as a I smacked her arse, I swear. Slowly, I moved my hand from cheeck to cheeck deliverately grazing her pussy. It was impossibly wet. My Mom moaned delicately as I moved the tiniest tip of my finger straight into her pussy, and took it out immediately. It was soaked, soft and warm. I then waited for her reaction.

Nothing, she did not say anything.

Nice!

I was not sure if that could be considered poking, but it worked.

"Carry on, Ryan!" She instructed. I guessed she meant the spanking.

I gave a quick suck to my finger before smacking my Mom's ass once again with my wet palm.

"I think I am learning my lesson, Mom." I said with a fake gloomy voice. I started pulling down my pants and boxers down to the floor, in plain sight. I was very hard and I could fill my sperm pressing up towards the head of my cock. I started stroking it slowly, as I did not want this moment to end too quickly. I used her panties too, wrapped around my hand, as if I wasn't excited enough. I stood there clutching her arse and masturbating, and all the while she just waited for the next smack, feeling sorry for the severe punishment.

*SLAP*

"That's good, Ryan. It hurts me to punish you like this, but it really is for your own good." She replied with loving eyes. I got a step closer to her face, pumping my cock with my left hand and spanking her with my right one. I was getting ready to cum. I just needed to work out how.

"Five more to go, Ryan, then you will be free to play games of whatever you please." She reminded me, closing her eyes, with her face patiently resting on the table. I gave her three fast consecutive smacks, as I am dangerously close to bursting my nut and I was growing bored with the spanking.

"Don't get sloppy, Ryan, do it properly." She cautioned me, still with her eyes closed.

"Yes, Mom." I got a fraction closer to her, my cock now only a few inches away from her face. "I will do my best... Fuuck I am so close!"

As soon as I sweared, she opened her eyes.

"Ryan, watch your language!"

*SMACK*

Guided by my blatant cock-pumping, she turned her face slightly to look at my cock, not really seeing it, but sensing that something was going on. I got even closer to her pretty and preoccupied face. I was jerking off a bit faster now, amused by the situation and so close to her nose that surely she could smell my dick. I was convinced that she could, as I hadn't washed in a while and I guessed my cock had a pungent smell to it.

Then I had an idea.

*SLAP*

"Hey Mom, could you help me clean my penis?" I did not feel the need to beat around the bush.

"Sure honey! Mom is always happy to help." She smiled and her eyes seemed to finally hone into my cock, as if it had just come into her field of view. With an inquisitive look she asked "What's wrong with it?"

"It's just that I have not washed in a while and it's coated with slime." I answered.

"Oh, I see. Mommy will gladly clean your penis and leave it nice and polished. Come closer" She said, bringing her head flush with the edge of the table.

I positioned myself and my cock straight in front of her mouth. I then gave her a little poke with my dickhead on her lips, leaving a little pearl of my precum. That seemed to be the queue for her to open her mouth and to stick out her tongue. She started licking the very tip of my cock, cleaning and swallowing away what she could pick up. Being prone on the table like she was, I had to manoeuvre my cock around her mouth so that she could proceed with the cleaning. First she polished the head of my dick from all angles, to then lick the underside of my shaft, for which I had to rest my cock entirely over her face. In that position I started to move back and forth slowly. I guess I just needed some pumping action on my cock, while she licked any dirt she could find. She could barely keep up with my precum oozing.

"Here Mom, you are missing some." I said while using my finger to push some precum away from her cheek and into her mouth. I stood on tiptoe, placing my free hand on her back as support, so that she could clean my balls too.

"You know, Mom, there is a lot of dirt inside my penis." I said innocently while squeezing some precum directly onto her tongue.

"Oh, is that so?" She asked, with a tiny smile and a glint in her eye. "Do you want to insert your penis in Mommy's mouth, so I can get rid of that dirt?"

"Good idea!" I replied. "I am sure that will work."

"Go ahead, Ryan, it's getting late and there is plenty I need to do before your dad and Mia come home. Put your penis in my mouth and let's get on with it." She commanded.

I obliged by dipping the head of my dick right in. Her mouth went to work right away, licking and sucking. Leaning on the table like that, with her head sideways lying on the wood, she could not move much, so she used her lips to suck my cock in, trying to get me deeper.

At some point she mumbled something I could not understand, so I reluctantly removed my cock from her mouth to hear what she had to say.

"You will have to help me here, Ryan. I can tell the dirt goes all the way down to your testicles. Try and get your penis deeper down my mouth." She said, very professionally, like the good doctor she was. I responded by inserting my cock between her lips and pushing gently with my hips. When I felt the resistance from what I assumed was her throat, I pulled back slightly to then push again, slowly, trying not to annoy her. I did this a number of times, trying very hard not to cum. I did not want this moment to ever be over.

"Hey Mom?" I said.

"Mmhhm?" She replied.

"I think the dirt is about to come off. Is it ok if I leave it inside your mouth?" I asked.

"Mhmwait." She said. I removed my cock once again to let her speak. "I think it will be a lot of dirt, better put it on the table, I will clean it later."

Oh, how disappointing, I thought.

"Ok, Mom, sure. Can you keep cleaning it for a little while longer?" I asked.

"Sure, honey, put it back in." She granted. This time, as I drove my cock back inside her mouth, I helped the process by holding the back of her head with my left hand. As I resumed the pumping, I left my hand there, to set the pace and to push a fraction deeper. Gladly, she did not seem to mind.