I also stop spanking myself.The two of you allow me a few minutes of respite while I get myself under control before my mother finally says, ?Perhaps ...it’s time to get on with your punishment.? ?I want you to pick the instrument I will punish you with,? mother looks at me intently as I scan the items before me. There was a time when I was a young boy that she had told me to go get the belt that would be the implement of punishment. That time I had picked a cloth belt I knew wouldn’t. She lay on her back, with my cock slipping between her tits. I felt so good to cum right there. When she noticed that I started to cum, she let go of her breasts, grabbed my cock, put it in her mouth as my cum was spurting out. She kept yanking on the shaft while sucking me head. I did not have much cum left in me, but she swallowed everything I had. She told me after I pulled away that she never let her hubby cum in her mouth, much less did she swallow his cum. She said my cum tasted so light. So I could see her on the fourth month and eight month of the year. We could talk back and forth over Internet connection during the meantime. With her keeping the job she liked the time will go by faster. When I get home we would have over hundred thousand dollars to buy a nice house in a quiet neighborhood. I could still keep the same job I had today a slightly higher wage. Without the expense of housing we can make it on just are two jobs. So reluctantly we both agreed that I should take. That’s what brings me to this short story. It was a slow Wednesday morning and there were no prospective clients around. Most of the staff were out with clients or delivering cars, and I was the only sales staffer available. I was walking past a row of gorgeous, sleek Bentleys towards the Lotus area of the showroom when a man walked in. He was not a handsome man, certainly no Brad Pitt, but not ugly either. He had a confident, but not conceited aura about him that was instantly attractive..