Yes

"Thanks" you say. Tasha's mom glares angrily at her husband, but she shifts her legs more widely apart, presenting a satiny-blue target just below her ass crack.

The wooden spoon makes a 'pop-pop' sound as you work your way from the outside of her buttocks to her most tender area. She begins to whine as you pay extra attention to her starfish, her lips straining against the tight thong. When the first 'pop!' lands on her wet pussy, she howls as if she's been electrocuted. You have to push her back down, putting a lot of weight on her as she suddenly starts moving jerkily. Every time one of your blows finds the soft cleft between her thighs, her screams get softer and softer, and her movements get less and less spasmodic and more shivery. When she stops making any sound at all you decide to deliver the last ten directly to her clit, but on the sixth she suddenly screams, squirts, and loses control of her legs all at once, collapsing in a heap on the porch floor.

Tasha's father nods appreciatively, gesturing for the implement back. "You should come visit more often" he says as his wife struggles to her feet. "Back in the position honey, I've put this off too long", he says fondly, and she whimpers with scarousel. He takes the wooden spoon and clamps his wife's muscular thigh between two of his own. "Oh, if you're looking for Tasha, she probably went to her friend Rachel's house. Feel free to use our back door, it's faster"

You and Elaine cut through the house, as Tasha's mom begins to howl under the second session with the spoon today.