“What is this? You can’t do as you’re told, little girl?" she said. "Mistress, I can explain this. I was still cleaning when you came home... and I’m sorry, Mistress, it wouldn't...." She cut me off. She slapped me so hard that all I could was cry, which made things worse. Dragging me to the kitchen she reached around the corner, grabbing the cane. Seeing that my chores were not done at all she pushed me down to my knees. I just stayed there, waiting for the pain to rain down on me,. I crawl further up and Mom grabs my arms and begins to hug me. This is the first real affectionate moment we've had and it feels real good. My legs are now against Mom's. She reaches down, grabs my cock and directs it to her pussy. I can feel my cock opening her pussy by spreading her mounds and finding the hole. I push and feel her wet hole take in my cock a few inches.She says, "Oh yes Joe. Fuck me."I begin to stroke my cock in and out and then push in a little further. I'm at least. When I recovered a mouthful I looked up and smiled and started to move up to kiss her.She quickly reached back down drawing more cum from her pussy then wiped it against my cheek.She then gave me a deep kiss smearing the juices around on my face while her tongue danced around in my mouth. We did that several more times licking our cum off of each other until my cock slipped again into her pussy. Even though I wasn’t fully hard it didn’t take long to get there from the warm wet feeling around. She told me. "The Goodwill store was happy to receiveyour generous donation." I acknowledged her statement and wentback to stirring the hot dish I was making. After a few hours inheels, my feet were sore and my calves ached. I had a new respectfor what women endure to look sexy. Despite my discomfort I set aplace at the dining room table for her and served up her supper.She ate quietly reading the paper. I ate alone in the kitchen andtook my vitamin pill. She watched television for a couple.