Caught Spanking

Caught Spanking

“Somebody needs a good spanking”... was what I heard from the hallway at the top of the

basement stairs. Now, this was a surprise, since I was the one usually handing out the spanking

in my house. Not because I was a Mother of two, but rather, because I was a wife of 1. What can

I say? My husband liked it when “Mommy” took a firm hand with him from time to time. And

frankly, so did I. In fact, “Cum on Mommy’s face” was probably a favorite phrase in both of our

books. But that was neither here nor there right in the moment. Because I recognized that voice.

Even with her low, authoritative, and overtly sexual tone, there was no failing to recognize

the voice of my own daughter. And I was more than a little curious to see who she was “taking a

firm hand” with. And, if I’m being honest, part of me needed to make sure that it wasn’t my

husband. Because I could totally see my loving, hyper-perverted hubby as being someone who

got off HARD to his own daughter playing his Mom. It sounded like just the kind of thing that

would have been too taboo for him to resist.

But, when I snuck downstairs and peaked around the corner, it wasn’t my husband down on his

hands and knees. Instead it was my friend, and “the milf next door” (as I’d heard my Son calling

her), Elena. Or, as my kids called her, “Auntie Elena” (after all, they’d grown up with her being

Mommy’s best friend). So, there I was, smirking in the doorway in a pair of blue jeans, and an

unzipped cotton hoodie that was either my Son’s or one of his friends; as I watched.

My daughter, for her part, was certainly playing it up. My little would-be dominatrix, was wearing

heeled boots that laced all the way up to her knees. She was wearing a  tight, black-latex one

piece, that hid little and provided her with both a short skirt and a revealing top. And, of course,

black latex gloves for that little extra touch of both sex and authority. Her Aunt, was wearing a

very slutty and very short little black dress, with heels, and, from the looks of things, nothing

else.

My dear friend Elena was the first to notice me, and her face was priceless. She went from

blushing and moaning in blatant lust to mortified horror and shame in zero-point-six. It was

honestly such a quick transformation that I snort-laughed at the sight of it.

How she could go from… whatever events led to her getting a spanking from her Niece, to

shame (and so fast), was a mystery to me. But as she put her hand to her chest, and began

professing her apologies, and her excuses, my daughter did us all the favor of grabbing a handful

of her ass, raising one hand up high, and order her “Aunty Elena” to be quiet, before bringing

down a smack hard enough that Elena was forced back onto all fours in order to prevent being

knocked over.

Besides… Elena’s moan at the powerful slap was far more telling and honest than her

misguided apologies. “You speak when I tell you to speak”, my daughter commanded; a moment

before reinforcing her statement with another hard slap. And, once again, Elena moaned; telling

the whole room exactly where she stood on the matter, even if her blush looked like it could melt

snow from a distance.

“Hi sweetie”, I said as casually as I could manage; and, to her credit, my daughter replied back

with an easy going smile, “Hi Mom”.

So… it was like that was it. Well, I mean, her Dad and I were swingers; and we got into all kinds

of shit. So I wasn’t about to judge her for getting in a little slap and tickle with our sexy neighbor.

So, if I wasn’t going to “beat her”, then I might as well…

“Need a hand punishing your slutty Aunt for being such a bad girl?” I asked. And as I was talking,

I was already walking into the room, and dropping my Jacket on the floor as I went. When I did,

my Daughter stared at my tits for a moment with a very intense, and appreciative stare before

she replied.

Now, she DID break character a little at that moment. She went from commanding mistress to

delighted school girl as she opened her sentence with an excited, “actually!” And proceeded to

let me know that she actually had two strap-on’s with her, and she would really like to see her

Aunty Elena, “punished at both ends” (her words, not mine). When I gave her the amused look

that her giddy tone deserved, she re-composed herself and, in a more authoritative tone (which I

swear was an impression of me), she started again, but with more more calm and gravity.

So, never one to suppress a little sex or sexual exploration, I “grabbed a dick”, got up behind my

good friend Elena, and when my daughter was standing in front of her Aunt’s face with a strap-on

that looked like it was made to punish people who said they wished their lover was “bigger”, I

waited for her lead.

One short speech about how a slut like her Auntie Elena had this coming later, and we were both

waiting patiently for Elena’s extremely wonton “Yes mistress, punish me!”, before the festivities

began.

I have to admit, I’d been a part of Eiffel towers before, but I wasn’t used to being the one doing

the fucking, and I definitely wasn’t used to hi fiving my Daughter as we double fucked her Aunt.

Still, it could definitely be added to the long list of things I could get used to.

Between the two of us, we rode poor Elena in one way or another for well over an hour. At one

point, my Daughter and I were making out in, what I had to admit, was some of the hottest

kissing of my life. While we kissed, I held Elena’s hair in a firm grip and made her “suck my

cock”. And... that was how we were all positioned when I glanced over at the steps and saw my

Son standing there with a hard-on that looked like it was going to break through the denim on the

poor boy’s blue jeans.

And once again, major points to my kids for their ability to just roll with absolutely anything as I

gave my oldest boy a “Oh hi Son”, and got little more than a “Hi Mom” back. Meanwhile, his older

sister, finding the whole situation delightful, hefted one of my tits and started trying to get eye

contact with her little brother while she sucked on one of his Mother’s tits.

Down on her knees, his Aunt tried to pull back, no doubt for one of her long winded,

misplaced-shame-filled apologies, but I cut that shit off quickly by seizing her hair tighter and

reminding her that I had not yet told her she could stop sucking.

Now… that was because I didn’t want to hear her whining, not because I was trying to seduce

my Son even more than we no doubt already had; but, once I’d done it, I couldn’t exactly undo it.

And I wasn’t about go down the path of apologizing or saying I was ashamed of my actions thus

far, when I wasn’t.

But… now we had a new situation. You see, my poor Son was a great kid, but he was also 18,

and no doubt had to masturbate 5-6 times a day when he wasn’t watching 3 beautiful sluts

“whore it up” in front of him. And I just knew that if I let him leave that room, he’d have to rush off

to masturbate, and he wouldn’t know how to feel about himself, and… I just didn’t want any of

that for him.

So, I did the only thing my sex-addled brain could think of, and I went all in. I gave him a sexy

smile, told him that if he didn’t take those pants off soon, I feared for his life. And when he looked

down and laughed in a way that seemed to break some of the tension. I asked him if, once it

was free of his pants, there was any place in particular he’d like to put “it”.

To his great credit, he replied with, “Honestly, just that that kissing that you two were doing when I

first came down looked REALLY nice”. But when he said that, I gave him a grin as wicked as my

idea, and told him he was a very naughty boy.

Then, before he could question himself, I sent his Aunt to sit in the corner, and dragged his sister

over to him with me. When we got there, I gently urged her to her knees, generating a confused

look on both their faces. Then I said, “Did you hear that honey? Your Brother would like to see his

cock shoved… ‘in our kisses’”. Then I wrapped my hand around his shaft as he was trying to say

that this wasn’t what he meant, and his Mother’s cool hand gripping his throbbing hard-on, shut

him up with a gasp of pleasure.

I smiled up at him and told him that if he thought watching us kiss before was fun, then he was in

for a serious treat. And the next thing he knew, he was looking down at his Mom and his Big

Sister as they began to slowly and sensually make-out, with his cock interposed between us. In

no time at all we were giving my, surprisingly big boy, the attention that he deserved; as we

shared, and took turns sucking and slurping on his cock.

It didn’t take long before his Aunt was literally begging to let her join in, and, I got a bit of a

surprise when my daughter told her that she could only lick my Son’s cock while it was fucking

me.

Well… I mean… in for a penny in for a pound a guess.

And oh my god was I in for a pound. It had been too long since I’d been fucked by a teenager, and

I was swearing to every god I could name that I would be changing that little oversight in the near

future as my Son pounded my pussy in a steady, slamming, rhythm. And as he did, his Aunt

switched between trying to lick his shaft as it plunged in and out of me, and giving my clit her

tongues attention.

I was throwing my head back for another throaty scream of pleasure when I heard my daughter

say, “Open up Mom. I’ve got something for you”. And I glanced up to see her wearing her boots,

and a strap on that bobbed obscenely as she walked towards me with every intention of fucking

my mouth with that monster, while her Brother went to town on my cunt. And I’d be lying, HARD,

if I said that, even the thought of it, didn’t make me cum before she even got to me.

Now, the Irony that this had all started because I didn’t want to catch my husband with one of our

kids was not lost on me when my daughter made me look at the base of the steps to see my

husband standing there, and jerking off as he watched us just a short while later.

I mean, I’d set out to stop him from doing anything inappropriate with our daughter, and there I

was getting spit-roasted between our daughter and our Son, and moaning like a whore while my

best friend gave my nipples a delicate little tongue lashing.

So, yeah. I’d gone from, ‘I better not catch him doing that’, to hoping, almost desperately, that he

would be anxious to join us, and not just, be horrifically pissed off.

Thank god, I needn’t have worried. And in no time at all, my Daughter and I were kissing again.

But this time, we were both on our hands and knees, and she was whimpering “harder Daddy”

while I begged “give Mommy that big fucking dick baby”!

So, yeah. I’m not one for gazing into the future or anything, but I’m pretty sure that the sex lives of

everyone in my house just got changed pretty drastically.  And, as much as my husband LOVED

(obviously), fucking our daughter; I don’t think that was the only reason he came quite so hard.

Especially  since he came IMMEDIATELY after hearing me say “Do it! Cum on Mommy’s face!”

And, for the first time ever, when he looked at me after hearing me say that, he saw an actual,

real Son, shoot a hot load of cum all over his Mother’s face.  And I was just getting started too.

After all, I had SO many roads open to me now! I mean, first of all, a Father and Son double

teaming me had always been a fantasy of mine. And if it was my OWN Son… I mean,

just wow!

Let the games begin…

 

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