As i laid on my stomach with an ice pack under me in my groin my mother rubbed and patted my bare cheeks for a moment and explained to me that I needed to try to attention carefully as best I could because she was going to try to teach me what a proper loving spanking was like. She reached over me and pulled my pants from under my cheeks to fully down around my ankles. It felt very vulnerable, more so for some reason. Then she began. Gently with just her hand at first but not just cheeks down the backs of my thighs also. It began to he harder and more rapid and I was soon whimpering a little and squirming. Then she switched to her hairbrush. None of it was brutal or intended to bruise but she was definitely making me feel it and it went from stinging to fire pretty soon. I asked for a break but got barely a few seconds. Soon tears flowed and actual sobbing and begging for it to stop. But she kept it up at a brisk pace and got a little firmer with it. Then she suddenly stopped and told me she wanted me to start counting them snd they came more slowly. 20 at a time then start over. It was genuinely breaking me down and that is when she began to question me. Was I i lying about not m*********** while she was gone. Did I like Carla and her mother. Did I want them. Did they touch me, did i touch them, even asking if i wanted to f*** them. Then she went for the deepest truth. Was i in love with her, my own mother, did I want to f*** her. And god help me iconfessed it all she knew it was true already but she wanted to hear me say it out loud while in tears. Then finally it was over. She left me face down sobbing into my own folded arms and came back with cold wet towels and laid them on my cheeks and thighs and lay her head on my shoulder and comforted me. When I could breath again she laid down next to me snd cuddled me. Then she stunned me by breathing into my ear that she liked spanking me way more than she should as a mother, and that we were going to trade places when I could manage to sit up and spank her as she deserved for her love and desire and for having attacked me in the shower.

Aside from not having an ice pack in her groin she then experienced what I just experienced. A gentler warm up and eventually counted strokes of fire on her backside with her elegant satin robe bunched up around her waist. She confessed her sins and desires as I did. It aas not weird it felt surprisingly natural to be each others’s sin and confessor. I gave her the same inquisition and the same tender loving care she had given me. When she rose she told me to come with her to her bed. That now that we had the basis to be loving and accountable to each other, we should reconnect and rebond after a mutual loving spanking. She told me to slip under her bedsheets snd lie on my side as she closed the curtains to dim the room and lit a bedside candle. She straightened her robe and adjusted the belt snugly around her waist. Then she lay on her side close to me and told me to close my eyes and to trust my heart and my senses. I closed myb eyes and felt and heard her moving then her hand was in my hair pulling me close and telling me to open my mouth. My eyes fluttered open widely very briefly when si felt her n***** and warm breast against my lips and she told me to latch onto her. I did so and felt my eyes roll back in my head as th3 pure mindless bliss of gently suckling at my mother’s breast consumed me. She whispered softly to me as I floated in that perfect peace.