The Heart Of A Woman

Wiggling her ass, she asked, "Why'd you quit spanking me, Billy? It was just starting to feel good. And by the way, how'd you know I liked to be spanked, anyway? You seem to know a lot for a young guy!" "I read a book once," I quipped, as if that explained everything. I resumed the spanking, alternating one cheek and then the other. Arching her back, she rested her head on her forearms again and observed, "I've quit trying to figure it out. I mean, I'm a feminist and a strong woman, but I love to be spanked. I think it's a sexual thing, you know, a pleasure thing and it has nothing to do with feminism. A little harder, if you please?" Turning up the intensity current a notch, I slowly moved to the bottom of her buttocks, to the crease where the cheek meets the thigh. With only my fingers, I slapped the tender area closer to her vulva. 

"Oh, YES!" Then I moved inward, right next to the fur-trimmed swollen lips of her cunt and continued the erotic slapping, asking, "And here?" "Yes . . . no. I mean, spank me right on my pussy, Billy. I'll come for you . . . it's getting closer . . . yes, right there . . . oh, yes, yes, yes . . . shit, shit . . .," and her words again degenerated into a crescendo of pleasure as she thrust her hips further back at me. I slipped my thumb into her cunt, pressing the soft tissue right behind her pubic bone. Thrashing her head and beating her small fists into the pillow, she shuddered, once, and then again, then fell into a heap, sobbing. 

I held her close in my arms, patting her head and murmuring soft sounds of loving. "It's OK, Mom, it's really OK. I'm here. You're all right."    She nodded her head, sobbed again and with her voice catching in her throat, said something like, "I'm OK, Billy. There's nothing wrong except I can't remember when I've felt like this. It's never happened just like this before. I've never felt so . . . so much. It's almost scary. But I'm certain about one thing," and then she stopped. "What's that, Susan? "That I love you, Billy