The extra two

Mother felt Mike shift in her lap, her hands instantly pulling him back preventing him from moving. "Where do you think you're going?" she demanded. "I told you you'd earned an extra two."

"But-" Mike begun, but cut himself off as he felt his mother's hand grabbing at the waistband of his boxer shorts, forcing them down. "What the fuck?" He gasped.

Before he could say anything else his Mother's hand again slammed down onto his now naked arse, far harder than before. "It's now an extra five for the foul language!" his mother told him.

Mike froze, it had been years since his mother had thrown this sort of punishment upon him, and as her hand contacted with his bare arse once again he had another realisation. It was still early morning and his mother was wearing her dressing gown still, which had fallen slightly from her legs. As her hand impacted on his bare arse for the third time he was suddenly very aware that his cock was actually touching his mother's bare thigh, not only that but as the hand rang down a fourth time it **** his cock to actually rub against her thigh.

He didn't mean it to happen, but biologically he couldn't help it. His cock was rubbing against a woman's skin and it begun to grow hard and by the time his mother's hand rang down for the fifth time he definitely had a semi pressed into her leg.