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Fuck! She is hot.
Yes, I think my best friend’s Mum, Sarah, is *so* fucking hot. From the moment I saw her curves stretching over that yoga mat, my erection hadn’t backed down. If Mrs. Miller……. I mean Sarah, is going to spend the summer holidays walking around the house in her gym gear then I need to pull myself together.
Sarah has disappeared into her room, I assume to get changed out of her gym gear into something equally as sexy, so whilst the coast is clear I hurriedly bundle up my laundry that needs washing and carry it down the stairs. I find the small utility room, just off the kitchen, and set my clothes down in front of the machine. Next, I set about searching in the cupboards for some detergent and that’s when I spot it, just lying there, on the floor.
Her thong.
Small. Soft. Simple. Black lace cotton.
I imagine the tiny string riding up in between her lips as she stretches into different yoga positions and how it must sit so snug before being devoured between her round hot cheeks. I pick it up to add it to the pile I’m about to throw into the machine but as I do I feel my cock stirring again. I find myself rubbing my thumb against the part of the fabric that sits against her folds. I shouldn’t even be looking at her panties, let alone touching them. And now all I’m thinking about is what they smell like.
Bunching up her little panties into my fist, I quickly bring my hand to my face and take a deep inhale. A faint sweet smell of perspiration and sweet nectar fills my nose. I can’t stop myself from imagining I’m smelling them on her. Burying my face against her mound. I can do nothing to stop my cock from straining further against my boxers as I take in a lungful of her scent.
The sound of heels on the wooden floor quickly pulls me out of my daydream. I spin around to see the handle turn and the door start to open. Clumsily, stuffing the panties in my pocket, just as Sarah enters.
‘’Oh, I didn’t realize you were in here, I just came in to set the machine off again before I ran to the shop’’
She appears flustered and for a few moments, her eyes fix on the bulge I can feel pushing out from between my thighs. I try to shift my weight to the other foot as she takes in every inch of me but it’s no use. My hard-on is practically pointing at her.
‘’You’re not sniffing my dirty panties are you??’’ she giggles, clearly joking but the deep reddening of my cheeks is not able to hide my guilt.
Sarah catches my eye and I look away, gulping hard and realizing I’m giving up my dirty secret. I try to stuff her panties further into my pocket but it’s too late, my movement has immediately caught her attention and now she is on her way over to me, eyes narrowed.
Sarah grasps my wrist and pulls it from my pocket.
‘’What’s this?’’ she asks, one eyebrow raised.
Opening my palm with her petite fingers, she pulls her own panties from my hand and hold them up in front of my face.
‘’I…….I…….I’m sorry….. it’s not what it looks like……I just saw them on the floor and picked them up and I ………’’
I trail off, it’s no use trying to make an excuse when my erection is now poking her in the hip.
‘’………….And you decided to sniff them?!’’ Sarah finishes the sentence off for me perfectly as I stare down at the floor.
‘’So, you’re a panty sniffing *PERVERT*??’’ her words hang in the air as I look away, my cheeks burning crimson with shame but somehow my cock stiff as a board.
It feels like an age has passed before she presses her chest up against me, convinced I’m about to get thrown out of the house and even worse, my best friend find out what I’d been up to with his Mum’s panties.
*Shit.*
Instead, I feel Sarah move closer and hear her voice directly in my ear,
‘’You know what happens to naughty pervert boys, don’t you, Zack?’’
Confused, I swallow hard and feel my heart pounding in my chest. It’s so loud I wonder if Sarah can hear it. I can’t think straight right now, let alone speak.
‘’Zaaaaaaack, sweetie, do you *want* me to tell you what happens to naughty pervert boys??’’
Sarah’s voice is different now, softer.
‘’What happens to naughty p…..pervert…….boys?’’ I manage to croak, part of me not wanting to know the answer but the other half of me desperate to find out
‘’Naughty boy’s’’……she whispers quietly, leaning in……….’’*MUST* be punished’’
As soon as Sarah confirms my fate, I feel her hands slip into my sweats and then boxers. Deftly pulling them both down, my cock lewdly springs free until I’m naked. My pants around my ankles and my best friend’s Mum quietly giggling at my raging hard-on.
‘’Awwww baby, look how huge you are already! I didn’t realize you would be this hard so quickly! Don’t be embarrassed, it’s a perfectly normal reaction to have to being punished’’
Sarah smiles warmly, her hand gently rubbing my lower tummy as if to reassure me, this only serves to make my cock lurch forward at the sight of her well-manicured fingers being inches away from my swollen base.
‘’Now, Zack……. I’m going to punish you for being a naughty little boy, but I’m also going to teach you how to be a good boy. Do you understand?’’
Sarah turns to face me, moving her hands to either side of my upper arms and giving me a little squeeze.
*Fuck*, her words turn me on more than anything I’ve ever heard.
‘’Mmmmhhmm’’ is the only response I can muster whilst nodding slowly. Her delicious perfume mixed with her own scent now wafting across my nostrils.
‘’This is for your own good, ok, sweetie? Turn around and lean over that table for me’’
She points to a wooden table next to the washing machine. My stomach lurches with trepidation and sheer excited arousal mixed together.
I do exactly as Sarah says and nervously lean over the wooden table in front of me. Feeling exposed and knowing she was able to see every inch of me like a prize bull as I stretch out my long arms.
‘’I’m just going to put a little towel down underneath your naughty cock, we don’t want you making a dirty mess all over the table, do we?’’
My stomach tenses as I suck my breath in, feeling her arm gently graze against the heavy tip of my cock as she neatly arranges a small black fluffy hand towel underneath me.
I am not able to form any words as I feel her slim fingers clasp firmly around the base of my cock. A loud groan is pushed out of my chest and into the table as she leans over me, her plush breasts now pressing against the skin on my back
‘’That’s it, you stay bent over for me, I’m going to milk all of your hot cum out so that you can stop sneaking around and sniffing my panties’’
Her naughty words said so innocently. I couldn’t think of any other punishment I’d rather have.
Flinching and gasping, I feel a soft thumb, gently smooth over the slit of my cock, the sensation makes pre cum pour out of me. I try to bury my crimson face against my forearms to hide my embarrassment but its too late
‘’Oh honey, look how much you are leaking! It’s a good job I put that towel down to catch your dirty mess. Your pre-cum is already pouring out’’
I feel her soft hand rubbing my lower back as if to reassure me that this is all part of the punishment process, that I’m doing well, that I’m accepting my fate.
Sarah runs her fist over the full length of my cock and gently pulls down on the end of my length, as though extending it to inspect its full-length glory. I cant help but whimper at feeling so exposed which in turn makes my twitching cock even more aroused.
I put my hand to my mouth and closed my eyes as I feel her begin to stroke me. Slow, deliberate considered strokes from base to head. My cock strains against her grip, my stomach tensing every time she twists her beautiful hands over every ridge of my length.
‘’Tell me what you are being punished for, baby. Tell me why you are a naughty boy’’
Sarah purrs, rubbing my back as she continues to work my shaft.
‘’I……I……shouldn’t be touching or sniffing your panties……uuggghhhh’’
I blurt out, my hips subconsciously thrusting forward into her hand at the sound of admitting something so deeply embarrassing.
****Smack**** I yelp in pain and delight at the sensation of her palm striking my left buttock. The spank is so unexpected, it makes a huge load of pre-cum pour out of my cock and spill onto the towel beneath me.
‘’Oh, naughty boy likes being spanked as punishment does he?’’
Sarah giggles, unable to miss my own body’s natural response to being so incredibly turned on. No sooner had I felt her sharp smack against my skin did I feel her warm soft buttery hands rubbing and soothing the sting. I let out a cry as the 2 sensations coursed through my body, craving more of her punishing spanks but also needing her loving, soothing hands against me.
****Smack*, *Smack*, *Smack****
3 sharp spanks in quick succession rain down on my tender skin, causing a shock wave of pleasure to travel from my backside into my churning balls. A guttural moan collects in my throat at the same time Sarah rubs away the pain and tightens her grip on my lurching cock.
‘’Are you going to be a good boy from now on, Zack? Are you?? I need you to be a good boy for me’’
Sarah asks, leaning forward, rasping the words into my ear as I desperately try to fuck her hand.
‘’Yes, Miss…….Mrs. Miller……..I’ll be a good boy for you…….I’ll be a good boy for you, *Mummy*………’’
I feel my cheeks burn with shame and my voice break into a whimper as I realise the word that has accidentally slipped out of my mouth. Shit.
*Mummy.*
Sarah’s punishment doesn’t seem to miss a beat for a second at the sound of being called Mummy, she continues to firmly twist and milk my sensitive and swollen cock. I can feel my heavy balls pulsing with every stroke, now utterly desperate to find release.
Sarah places her cheek against mine so I can feel the softness of her delicate skin. Her intoxicating scent fills my nose as I lean against her and close my eyes. I feel her turn her nose and nuzzle against me, her tenderness right now makes me forget everything else.
Softly running her hands through to the back of my hair, Sarah whispers,
‘’Tell me how much you need to cum. Tell me how much you want your Mummy to drain every last drop of hot cum out of your naughty cock. Tell me you are my good little boy’’
As she gives her sweet command, she lightly kisses my cheek and at the same time, pulls firmly down on the entire length of my cock. Its as though a switch in my brain has been flicked on and I can barely form the words as I feel a huge swell of orgasm begin to churn in my swollen balls.
‘’Fuck! I need to cum for you, right now! I want to give you every drop of my cum like the good boy I am! MUMMY!’’
I crudely grunt as my hips buck and balls tighten up to my body, biting my lip as rope after rope of thick cum shoot onto the towel beneath me. I cant stop cumming all over her hand as I feel her soft lips press against my cheek
‘’That’s it, you keep cumming as much as you can. I want your balls empty. What a good boy you are for Mummy’’
I pant and try to catch my breath as my whole body continues to twitch and flinch for a full minute after my orgasm. The whole time, Sarah strokes her hand through my hair and rubs the back of my neck
‘’Sshhhhhh, what a good boy you are. You took your punishment so well. Mummy is so proud of you’’
Even though her words make me blush so deeply, I push my cheek against her fingers and crave more. My chest exploded and my heart pounded every time Sarah praised m and called me a good boy, I cant stop the smile from spreading across my face as I lay across the table, dazed.
As I bask in the afterglow of my incredibly hot and deserved punishment, my knees weak and head spinning, Sarah finds another towel and begins to carefully clean and wipe the pre-cum from every inch of my shaft. Her touch was is so gentle as I feel her pull back the extremely sensitive skin on my now soft cock. I close my eyes and sigh deeply as an intense feeling of embarrassment but also pure bliss wash over me.
A beautiful older woman, my best friend’s Mum, cleaning my cock as I’m bent over a table. I dont know if my cheeks can handle any more blushing.
‘’You ok now, sweetie?’’ Sarah asks, her fingers rubbing between my should blades
‘’Yes, Mummy……I mean Sarah. I…….er…..I really needed my punishment. But I promise to be a good boy from now on’’ I smile weakly, meeting her gaze as she helps me stand up.
‘’That’s what I like to hear. I wouldn’t want to have to give you any stricter punishments, now would I??’’ Sarah coos, bending down to pick up my boxers and sweats that are still pooled around my ankles.
As Sarah stands she gently eases my legs and thighs back into my clothes and then softly pats my bottom.
‘’Now make sure you wash all of that dirty laundry, like a REALLY good Mummy’s boy’’
Sarah winks at me as she gestures towards the laundry basket by the machine, her little thong sitting on top of the towels that is now covered in my dirty mess.
Panting and breathless, my brain tries to take in what had just happened. I watch Sarah’s hips sway as she walks over to the door and leaves me standing in the middle of the laundry room, mouth open.
Fuck! She is hot. Yes, I think my best friend’s Mum, Sarah, is so fucking hot. From the moment I saw her curves stretching over that yoga mat, my erection hadn’t backed down. If Mrs. Miller……. I mean Sarah, is going to spend the summer holidays walking around the house in her gym gear then I need to pull myself together.
Sarah has disappeared into her room, I assume to get changed out of her gym gear into something equally as sexy, so whilst the coast is clear I hurriedly bundle up my laundry that needs washing and carry it down the stairs. I find the small utility room, just off the kitchen, and set my clothes down in front of the machine. Next, I set about searching in the cupboards for some detergent and that’s when I spot it, just lying there, on the floor.
Her thong.
Small. Soft. Simple. Black lace cotton.
I imagine the tiny string riding up in between her lips as she stretches into different yoga positions and how it must sit so snug before being devoured between her round hot cheeks. I pick it up to add it to the pile I’m about to throw into the machine but as I do I feel my cock stirring again. I find myself rubbing my thumb against the part of the fabric that sits against her folds. I shouldn’t even be looking at her panties, let alone touching them. And now all I’m thinking about is what they smell like.
Bunching up her little panties into my fist, I quickly bring my hand to my face, and take a deep inhale. A faint sweet smell of perspiration and sweet nectar fills my nose. I can’t stop myself from imagining I’m smelling them on her. Burying my face against her mound. I can do nothing to stop my cock from straining further against my boxers as I take in a lungful of her scent.
The sound of heels on the wooden floor quickly pulls me out of my daydream. I spin around to see the handle turn and the door start to open. Clumsily, stuffing the panties in my pocket, just as Sarah enters.
‘’Oh, I didn’t realize you were in here, I just came in to set the machine off again before I ran to the shop’’ she appears flustered and for a few moments, her eyes fix on the bulge I can feel pushing out from between my thighs. I try to shift my weight to the other foot as she takes in every inch of me but it’s no use. My hard-on is practically pointing at her.
‘’You’re not sniffing my dirty panties are you??’’ she giggles, clearly joking but the deep reddening of my cheeks is not able to hide my guilt.
Sarah cashes my eye and I look away, gulping hard and realizing I’m giving up my dirty secret. I try to stuff her panties further into my pocket but it’s too late, my movement has immediately caught her attention and now she is on her way over to me, eyes narrowed.
Sarah grasps my wrist and pulls it from my pocket.
‘’What’s this?’’ she asks, one eyebrow raised. Opening my palm with her petite fingers, she pulls her own panties from my hand and hold them up in front of my face.
‘’I…….I…….I’m sorry….. it’s not what it looks like……I just saw them on the floor and picked them up and I ………’’ I trail off, it’s no use trying to make an excuse when my erection is now poking her in the hip
‘’………….And you decided to sniff them?!’’ Sarah finishes the sentence off for me perfectly as I stare down at the floor.
‘’So, you’re a panty sniffing PERVERT??’’ her words hang in the air as I look away, my cheeks burning crimson with shame but somehow my cock stiff as a board.
It feels like an age has passed before she presses her chest up against me, convinced I’m about to get thrown out of the house and even worse, my best friend find out what I’d been up to with his Mum’s panties.
Shit.
Instead, I feel Sarah move closer and hear her voice directly in my ear,
‘’You know what happens to naughty pervert boys, don’t you, Zack?’’
Confused, I swallow hard and feel my heart pounding in my chest. It’s so loud I wonder if Sarah can hear it. I can’t think straight right now, let alone speak.
‘’Zaaaaaaack, sweetie, do you want me to tell you what happens to naughty pervert boys??’’
Sarah’s voice is different now, softer.
‘’What happens to naughty p…..pervert…….boys?’’ I manage to croak, part of me not wanting to know the answer but the other half of me desperate to find out
‘’Naughty boy’s’’……she whispers quietly, leaning in……….’’MUST be punished’’
As soon as Sarah confirms my fate, I feel her hands slip into my sweats and then boxers. Deftly pulling them both down, my cock lewdly springs free until I’m naked. My pants around my ankles and my best friend’s Mum quietly giggling at my raging hard-on.
‘’Awwww baby, look how huge you are already! I didn’t realize you would be this hard so quickly! Don’t be embarrassed, it’s a perfectly normal reaction to have to being punished’’
Sarah smiles warmly, her hand gently rubbing my lower tummy as if to reassure me, this only serves to make my cock lurch forward at the sight of her well-manicured fingers being inches away from my swollen base.
‘’Now, Zack……. I’m going to punish you for being a naughty little boy, but I’m also going to teach you how to be a good boy. Do you understand?’’Sarah turns to face me, moving her hands to either side of my upper arms and giving me a little squeeze.
Fuck, her words turn me on more than anything I’ve ever heard.
‘’Mmmmhhmm’’ is the only response I can muster whilst nodding slowly. Her delicious perfume mixed with her own scent now wafting across my nostrils.
‘’This is for your own good, ok, sweetie? Turn around and lean over that table for me’’
She points to a wooden table next to the washing machine. My stomach lurches with trepidation and sheer excited arousal mixed together.
I do exactly as Sarah says and nervously lean over the wooden table in front of me. Feeling exposed and knowing she was able to see every inch of me like a prize bull as I stretch out my long arms.
‘’I’m just going to put a little towel down underneath your naughty cock, we don’t want you making a dirty mess all over the table, do we?’’
My stomach tenses as I suck my breath in, feeling her arm gently graze against the heavy tip of my cock as she neatly arranges a small black fluffy hand towel underneath me.
I am not able to form any words as I feel her slim fingers clasp firmly around the base of my cock. A loud groan is pushed out of my chest and into the table as she leans over me, her plush breasts now pressing against the skin on my back
‘’That’s it, you stay bent over for me, I’m going to milk all of your hot cum out so that you can stop sneaking around and sniffing my panties’’
Her naughty words said so innocently. I couldn’t think of any other punishment I’d rather have.
Flinching and gasping, I feel a soft thumb, gently smooth over the slit of my cock, the sensation makes pre cum pour out of me. I try to bury my crimson face against my forearms to hide my embarrassment but its too late
‘’Oh honey, look how much you are leaking! It’s a good job I put that towel down to catch your dirty mess. Your pre-cum is already pouring out’’
I feel her soft hand rubbing my lower back as if to reassure me that this is all part of the punishment process, that I’m doing well, that I’m accepting my fate.
Sarah runs her fist over the full length of my cock and gently pulls down on the end of my length, as though extending it to inspect its full-length glory. I cant help but whimper at feeling so exposed which in turn makes my twitching cock even more aroused.
I put my hand to my mouth and closed my eyes as I feel her begin to stroke me. Slow, deliberate considered strokes from base to head. My cock strains against her grip, my stomach tensing every time she twists her beautiful hands over every ridge of my length.
‘’Tell me what you are being punished for, baby. Tell me why you are a naughty boy’’
Sarah purrs, rubbing my back as she continues to work my shaft.
‘’I……I……shouldn’t be touching or sniffing your panties……uuggghhhh’’ I blurt out, my hips subconsciously thrusting forward into her hand at the sound of admitting something so deeply embarrassing.
*Smack* I yelp in pain and delight at the sensation of her palm striking my left buttock. The spank is so unexpected, it makes a huge load of pre-cum pour out of my cock and spill onto the towel beneath me.
‘’Oh, naughty boy likes being spanked as punishment does he?’’ Sarah giggles, unable to miss my own body’s natural response to being so incredibly turned on. No sooner had I felt her sharp smack against my skin did I feel her warm soft buttery hands rubbing and soothing the sting. I let out a cry as the 2 sensations coursed through my body, craving more of her punishing spanks but also needing her loving, soothing hands against me.
*Smack*, *Smack*, *Smack* 3 sharp spanks in quick succession rain down on my tender skin, causing a shock wave of pleasure to travel from my backside into my churning balls. A guttural moan collects in my throat at the same time Sarah rubs away the pain and tightens her grip on my lurching cock.
‘’Are you going to be a good boy from now on, Zack? Are you?? I need you to be a good boy for me’’
Sarah asks, leaning forward, rasping the words into my ear as I desperately try to fuck her hand.
‘’Yes, Miss…….Mrs. Miller……..I’ll be a good boy for you…….I’ll be a good boy for you, Mummy………’’
I feel my cheeks burn with shame and my voice break into a whimper as I realise the word that has accidentally slipped out of my mouth. Shit.
Mummy.
Sarah’s punishment doesn’t seem to miss a beat for a second at the sound of being called Mummy, she continues to firmly twist and milk my sensitive and swollen cock. I can feel my heavy balls pulsing with every stroke, now utterly desperate to find release.
Sarah places her cheek against mine so I can feel the softness of her delicate skin. Her intoxicating scent fills my nose as I lean against her and close my eyes. I feel her turn her nose and nuzzle against me, her tenderness right now makes me forget everything else.
Softly running her hands through to the back of my hair, Sarah whispers,
‘’Tell me how much you need to cum. Tell me how much you want your Mummy to drain every last drop of hot cum out of your naughty cock. Tell me you are my good little boy’’
As she gives her sweet command, she lightly kisses my cheek and at the same time, pulls firmly down on the entire length of my cock. It was as though a switch in my brain has been flicked on and I can barely form the words as I feel a huge swell of orgasm begin to churn in my swollen balls.
‘’Fuck! I need to cum for you, right now! I want to give you every drop of my cum like the good boy I am! MUMMY!’’
I crudely grunt as my hips buck and balls tighten up to my body, biting my lip as rope after rope of thick cum shoot onto the towel beneath me. I cant stop cumming all over her hand as I feel her soft lips press against my cheek
‘’That’s it, you keep cumming as much as you can. I want your balls empty. What a good boy you are for Mummy’’
I pant and try to catch my breath as my whole body continues to twitch and flinch for a full minute after my orgasm. The whole time, Sarah strokes her hand through my hair and rubs the back of my neck
‘’Sshhhhhh, what a good boy you are. You took your punishment so well. Mummy is so proud of you’’
Even though her words make me blush so deeply, I push my cheek against her fingers and crave more. My chest exploded and my heart pounded every time Sarah praised m and called me a good boy, I cant stop the smile from spreading across my face as I lay across the table, dazed.
As I bask in the afterglow of my incredibly hot and deserved punishment, my knees weak and head spinning, Sarah finds another towel and begins to carefully clean and wipe the pre-cum from every inch of my shaft. Her touch was is so gentle as I feel her pull back the extremely sensitive skin on my now soft cock. I close my eyes and sigh deeply as an intense feeling of embarrassment but also pure bliss wash over me.
A beautiful older woman, my best friend’s Mum, cleaning my cock as I’m bent over a table. I dont know if my cheeks can handle any more blushing.
‘’You ok now, sweetie?’’ Sarah asks, her fingers rubbing between my should blades
‘’Yes, Mummy……I mean Sarah. I…….er…..I really needed my punishment. But I promise to be a good boy from now on’’ I smile weakly, meeting her gaze as she helps me stand up.
‘’That’s what I like to hear. I wouldn’t want to have to give you any stricter punishments, now would I??’’
Sarah coos, bending down to pick up my boxers and sweats that are still pooled around my ankles.
As Sarah stands she gently eases my legs and thighs back into my clothes and then softly pats my bottom.
‘’Now make sure you wash all of that dirty laundry, like a REALLY good Mummy’s boy’’
Sarah winks at me as she gestures towards the laundry basket by the machine, her little thong sitting on top of the towels that is now covered in my dirty mess.
Panting and breathless, my brain tries to take in what had just happened. I watch Sarah’s hips sway as she walks over to the door and leaves me standing alone in the middle of the laundry room, mouth open.
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