Storis of mommies who spank
Mother's Hairbrush - Part 1
Sun, 28 Jul
Money had always been tight with my parents.
Fresh out of college and looking to rebel from my proper upbringing, I went overboard.
I expected him to come around to stand by me.
I whimpered again, not sure if it was from my thoughts or the fact that his eyes suddenly opened and were blazing with desire while he looked down at me again.
I took a cold shower just to get you off my mind.
Sat behind me on the bed and carefully combed out my hair.
Twenty minutes later, I was handing out my first survey after several rejections.
But they never left my mouth because his lips descended on mine.
He switched to drawing light circles on my skin a few inches above each nipple, swirling around them in a ever-tightening spiral but never touching them directly.
I shifted my gaze to his eyes.
And then we were moaning together, his hands fondling my breasts while my arms hung limply over his at my sides and he bounced me on his lap.
" I smiled warmly and snuggled up to him.
Due to the lack of space, we both used our clipboards as placemats.
My knees fell open, and he nestled closer.