5 comments/ 179936 views/ 7 favorites S'mothering By: oakdokely (All characters are over eighteen.) * Cynthia Passmore slapped her daughter Kelly a hard one on the seat of her faded jeans. It was what Cynthia liked to call an attention getter. Surprise was the key element. "Oww-ww!" Kelly yelped, but that was all. "Stand there and don't you dare move!" Cynthia said. Kelly stood obediently by the couch in the living room with her head down, chastened, attractive, worried. "Where's your brother?" Cynthia demanded. Kelly shrugged unhappily. She didn't know. She wiped the palms of her hands nervously on her jeans. Her blonde hair hung down about her blushing face. "Martin?" Cynthia's voice echoed through the house. She peered up the stairs and heard footsteps. "Down here," she said as soon as Martin's good looking but troubled face appeared on the landing. His step faltered but he came down the stairs to where his mother waited. Cynthia fixed him with a cold, appraising gaze. "Living room," she said. He lowered his eyes and as he stepped past her she turned after him and swatted his bottom open handed. He didn't look back but he did walk faster and Cynthia followed him briskly two steps behind. She made them stand together side by side, a sorry looking pair. They hung their heads and avoided her angry gaze as Cynthia drew herself up before them. "Who took the car?" she said, glancing from one to the other. "Which one of you was it?" Neither of them spoke. They fidgeted uncomfortably and she watched their eyes looking for a clue but both stared intently at the floor. She stepped closer to where they had to look at her. Martin looked at her nervously. Kelly met her gaze then quickly looked away. Cynthia waited but the silence only grew longer. "One of you used the car, uninsured, without permission. You didn't even have the brains to replace the gas you used." She raised her voice and leaned closer. "How many times do I have to tell you? You can't be that stupid. What if you'd had an accident? You do not use the car, understand?" Kelly's lips were drawn tight. She was holding herself stiffly. Martin swallowed. He held her gaze until Cynthia, breathing hard, stared at him so long and hard he was forced to look away. Kelly was eighteen and a half, the youngest and most likely to crack under pressure and Cynthia transferred her gaze to her. Her daughter's breasts were full for a young woman with such an enviably narrow waist. The top halves showed, pushed up and together in the neck of her low cut top. They rose and fell with her breathing as Cynthia studied her apprehensive expression. "Do you have any idea how much it irritates me when my explicit instructions are ignored?" Cynthia said quietly. Kelly compressed her lips even tighter and nodded very slowly. "And you fully understand the risk of disobeying my instructions and accept the consequences of your actions?" Cynthia said. Again Kelly nodded. She was breathing faster. Her hair hung down over her eyes. She had trouble holding her mother's gaze as Cynthia leaned even closer. Beside her Cynthia was aware of Martin's increasing agitation. She deliberately ignored him. "So is there anything you want to say now? Anything I should take into consideration before I decide what I'm going to do about this business? Any mitigating factors you'd like to bring to my attention?" Cynthia stared intently into her daughter's eyes and waited. Kelly trembled but she didn't speak and finally she shook her head with a quick decisive motion. "No?" Cynthia said. She raised her eyebrows and glanced at Martin and caught him looking at her but he quickly looked away. She nodded and sighed then stepped back and looked thoughtfully at the two of them. "In that case you give me little choice..." She saw their reactions. First they glanced quickly, uncomfortably at each other, then Martin dropped his head while Kelly did the opposite. She raised her chin and looked up at the ceiling. Her lips drew down. Her shoulders shook as she struggled to maintain her composure. "And since I don't know which of you took the car and neither of you seems inclined to tell me, I think we'll do this a little differently today." Cynthia turned away and sat down in one of the armchairs. She smoothed her short, black skirt and looked from her son to her daughter and smiled coldly. "Who wants to spank who, first?" she said. Kelly and Martin looked at her in sudden unhappy surprise. "Naturally, you'll both get a turn," she explained. "I've decided that, since for all I know you're both as guilty as each other, it's only fair that we do it this way." She fixed them each in turn with a victorious, satisfied glint in her eyes. "Martin? Kelly? One of you sits, one of you spanks, then you swap. Think of it like a game. If you want to behave like children and wilfully disobey my orders this is how we'll deal with it in future." Cynthia crossed her legs and waited. "Who's first?" When they were over their first, stunned reaction to her words she saw them glance uncomfortably at each other. Kelly blushed deep red. Martin frowned and looked equally troubled. He scratched his jaw absently. "Mom, you can't make us..." Kelly began to protest. "This isn't right," Martin cut in, interrupting her. Cynthia merely smiled as they made a fuss, as they blushed and looked uncomfortable, while they complained and appealed to her. Kelly folded her arms and looked sullen and pretty at the same time. Martin gesticulated then put his hands on his hips. They were both breathing fast, both staring at her from their equally red, disbelieving faces. Cynthia's smile faded as she waited for them to finish. Martin was almost twenty, a year older than his sister. He looked the most outraged and the most embarassed. He was slim but athletic with a flat stomach. His eyes shone with resentment. Cynthia didn't mind that, it was his stance she took offence at, the guarded hostility in his stare. "Kelly, sit down on the couch," Cynthia directed sharply. She held Martin's gaze as Kelly hesitantly moved to do as she'd been told. Martin looked suddenly lonely and less sure of himself standing there alone. Kelly sat stiffly on the couch. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Cynthia directed all the power of her authority at Martin. "This IS going to happen," she told him firmly. "If you don't co-operate I'll find a way to make you co-operate. Believe me, I can spank a lot harder than Kelly." Martin set his jaw defiantly. His eyes blazed but she held his gaze. He shook his head but she saw the fight going out of him and she knew she'd won. "Kelly, sit back a little more," she said. She switched her gaze to Martin. His expression had changed. He breathed quickly. His eyes seemed very bright against the deep, red blush that had risen to his cheeks. Cynthia nodded to him and he looked at his sister where she sat waiting prettily, tense and apprehensive on the couch. Martin moved forward with obvious reluctance and then in a sudden display of petulance he seemed to almost throw himself across his sister's knees. His upper body lay on the couch, his face pressed against the cushions where no one could look at him. Kelly looked apalled. There was a hurt and wounded look in her attractive eyes. Her breasts rose and fell as she looked down reluctantly at her brother's bottom. Cynthia felt her heart beat quicken. Martin's jeans were tight. His bottom was round, tight looking. She caught Kelly's gaze. "I think you can start now," she said. It was obvious Kelly didn't want to do it. Her fine blonde hair hung down about her shoulders and half concealed her face. Her expression reflected her distaste. Cynthia ignored the silent appeal in her eyes. She watched her gingerly raise her hand, her fingers splayed. She brought it down with a look of attractive displeasure. Ineptly, without any force. The sound it made was light, barely heard across the room where Cynthia sat watching. Kelly groaned with reluctance and spanked Martin again. "Do it harder," Cynthia said. "I can't!" Kelly protested. "You heard what I said just now. If you don't do it properly, I will." "I've never done it before!" "Harder," Cynthia insisted. She watched intently and moved to the edge of her seat and squeezed her thighs together. Kelly pouted attractively. Her brow was wrinkled. Her breasts shook as she brought her hand down harder. Cynthia could feel herself becoming aroused. Martin's pert bottom jerked a little every time Kelly's hand made contact. "Both cheeks," Cynthia said, staring, anticipating the moment of impact, breathing faster. "Mo-om.." Kelly complained. She raised her arm higher and brought her hand down harder. The sound was louder. Martin gasped and pressed his face deeper into the cushions and Cynthia rocked her hips imperceptibly against the firm padded edge of the seat beneath her. Kelly's hand rose and fell faster and faster. The strap of her top slipped from one shoulder to reveal one lacy cup of her sexy red bra. Her hair flew. Martin was beginning to writh against her. Cynthia wet her lips distractedly and Kelly suddenly sobbed and covered her face with her hands. Her shoulders shook in silence. Martin didn't move. It took a moment for Cynthia to compose herself. She drew a deep breath. "Now change places," she said a little breathlessly. "Martin, stand up." He was slow to move. When he raised his head his face was bright red. His hair was disarrayed and his white T-shirt had pulled out of his jeans. He didn't look at his mother but she saw the bulge of his erection showing through his jeans. Kelly still sat with her hands covering her face. She was moving her head slowly from side to side. "Kelly, get up," Cynthia said. Martin stood over his sister, the bulge in his jeans clearly noticeable. "Kelly.." Cynthia repeated. Her daughter drew a deep, shuddering breath and slowly lowered her hands. Cynthia saw her gaze fall on the front of Martin's jeans. She stared then turned quickly, red-faced to her mother. "Stand up. Let Martin sit down," Cynthia said. Kelly rose slowly, dejectedly, and Cynthia watched them silently change places. Martin glanced up at his sister as Kelly bent over him. He looked acutely uncomfortable as she settled herself across his knees. Cynthia saw the way he looked at Kelly's shapely bottom. Her jeans were very tight, faded almost white where the fullest part of her cheeks stretched the material taut. Martin raised his eyes briefly and glanced guiltily at his mother. He wiped his hands slowly on the front of his T-shirt. His lips were slightly parted. Cynthia clasped her hands before her. Her elbows rested on her thighs and she moved her hips cautiously as she nodded for him to start. Martin looked down again at Kelly's bottom. He moved his left hand to her hip to hold her and wet his lips then drew his lower lip between his teeth. Cynthia could hear him breathing slowly and evenly. She leaned forward as he raised his hand. The sound was loud when it fell. Kelly's bottom shook attractively. She raised one foot against the pain. He spanked her again, this time on the other cheek. Kelly gasped. Her whole body jerked. Martin sent his mother a hot, uncertain glance and Cynthia nodded slowly, approvingly. She tensed her thighs as he raised his hand and looked down at what he was doing. Cynthia found herself holding her breath. Martin spanked his sister slowly and deliberately. His movements were stiff, almost robotic. His hand rose and fell, unhurried, and the sound was very loud. Kelly squirmed but she was unable to avoid his hand. Cynthia watched her daughter press her face deeper into the cushions on the couch. She saw the bones in her hand where she gripped the seat beside her. Kelly began to moan, the sound muffled by the cushions, while Martin stared woodenly at his sister's writhing bottom. Cynthia felt a warm flush rise to her face as Martin stopped. He was breathing hard. His hand was raised for another spank but she saw him hesitate. Instead of spanking his sister again he spread his fingers and gently caressed Kelly's bottom. Kelly slowly raised her head from the couch. Martin absently moved his hand over both shapely cheeks. Cynthia watched, her lips slightly parted, until he suddenly seemed to realise what he was doing. He jerked his head to look at her and snatched his hand away at the same time. They looked at each other. His eyes were bright and staring and Cynthia felt the hot intensity of his gaze. She nodded gently and Martin frowned. He looked at Kelly's bottom again then slowly raised his eyes to stare at his mother with a puzzled expression. It was suddenly very quiet there with only the sound of their breathing gradually slowing. Martin stared at Cynthia a moment longer then almost imperceptibly shook his head. Cynthia narrowed her lips and drew a deep breath. She held his gaze a moment longer then spoke. "Stand up, both of you." Kelly moved slowly, as if she was stiff. Her hair hid her face. Her shoulders hitched once. She didn't look at anyone but stood before the couch with her head bowed. Martin's erection showed stiffly through his jeans. He lowered his eyes self consciously as he stood up, then he clasped his hands loosely together and held them before him to try and hide the bulge in his jeans. Cynthia looked at them both thoughtfully. They looked equally ashamed, chastened and uncomfortable. They stared at a place on the carpet midway between the couch and where she sat. Her face felt hot, she could feel her lungs short of air, filling and emptying too fast. She couldn't seem to control her breathing and her lips were dry. "Now both of you, take off your clothes," she said quietly. She wet her lips. Her clasped hands moved against each other in her lap. She held her knees tightly together. Kelly's shoulders dropped. She swayed. Her lips narrowed but she didn't raise her head. Martin drew a long, deep breath and looked across the room to meet his mother's gaze. "Take your clothes off, now," Cynthia said, staring at him, unblinking. "Mom, please..." Kelly's voice was a plaintive, desperate whisper. Her face was flushed, the upper swells of her breasts rose and fell. "Do it!" Cynthia snapped. She realised her clasped hands were pressing harder between her thighs and she made herself relax them. Martin slowly shook his head but he gathered up his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Cynthia watched intently, perched on the very edge of the armchair, tensing and relaxing her thighs. Her breathing became more ragged. Embarassed and reluctant, Martin and Kelly undressed slowly. They turned away from each other and lowered their jeans at the same time. Both of them were slim and lithe. Kelly wore red panties that matched her bra. Martin's erection thrust stiffly against his boxers. Cynthia watched Kelly unhook her bra and take it off. Her bare breasts were full and needed no support. She could have been a model. Her nipples were small and hard and her breasts swayed gently as she moved. Her head was bowed as she hooked her fingers into her panties and drew them down. Martin's cock thrust stiffly before him as he stepped out of his boxers. It was slim and long and swayed as he moved. When they were naked they both turned reluctantly towards their mother, their heads bowed in shame, their bodies young and flawless exposed to her appraising gaze. Kelly raised her head. She stared at a point somewhere on the far wall and held herself stiffly, her face bright red, staring at the wall as if by doing so she could ignore the fact that she was naked. Her pubic hair had been shaved to a pencil thin line. Her stomach was taut, her hips slim, her breasts full. She breathed rapidly with her lips slightly parted. Her blonde hair was messy. Beside her Martin stood with his shoulders hunched and drawn in. His hands loosely covered his erection. The veins in his hands were swollen with blood and showed through his skin. His chest and arms were lightly muscled. His nipples were flat. There was no hair on his chest. Cynthia sat, unable to move, for long moments. Her stomach ached with tension. Her pussy throbbed and tingled. She stood up slowly and her legs felt weak. Martin and Kelly avoided her eyes. "Put your hands by your side," she told Martin breathlessly. Slowly, reluctantly, he moved his hands. His exposed cock jutted before him, finely veined, uncut, the swollen purple head showing slightly. His cock moved almost imperceptibly, in time with his heartbeat. Cynthia stared at it, thrusting arrogantly from its nest of fine, dark hair. "Turn and face each other," she said, thickly. They moved with painful slowness, a quarter turn. She saw their acute embarassment. Their eyes met then they both looked away, flustered. As she approached them she could hear their breathing. She could smell the deodorants they'd used and their own, familiar scents. Without speaking she took Martin's unresisting hands and placed them over Kelly's breasts, rested them there loosely, trembling, his fingers splayed to accomodate her fullness. She took Kelly's soft, hot hands and moved them and held them either side of her brother's stiff and straining cock. Kelly's lips twisted. She closed her eyes but her hands stayed where she'd placed them when Cynthia stepped back. Martin stared over his sister's shoulder at the corner of the room. His jaw set, a nerve twitched regularly in his cheek. Slowly, his fingers closed around her breasts as he squeezed them. Cynthia walked slowly around them as they stood unmoving, tense, breathing fast, trembling, a naked sculpture. She paused beside Kelly to gently brush her daughter's hair back from her attractive, frozen face. She trailed a hand over Martin's bottom as she passed behind him. She saw how Kelly's cupped hands trembled. A light sheen of perspiration glistened on Martin's forehead. She spanked Kelly as she walked behind her. Kelly gasped in surprise. Cynthia spanked Martin as she completed another circle. His hips jerked and his cock slipped from Kelly's hands. "Hold him," Cynthia said. Kelly moaned. She trembled and without looking down slowly and tentatively recaptured his cock. Cynthia met Martin's gaze as he turned his head and glared at her. His nostrils flared as he breathed rapidly. The veins stood out in his neck. His whole body was tense and she glimpsed again what might have the smallest hint of a challenge in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact Cynthia moved behind Kelly while Martin slowly turned his head to follow her. Still watching him she reached around her daughter and put her hands over his where he cupped Kelly's breasts. Martin's expression grew more intense as Cynthia used both their hands to manipulate Kelly's breasts. Kelly made a small choked sound in her throat. Her shoulders shook. Cynthia moved Martin's hands, she helped him lift his sister's breasts, coerced him into squeezing them harder, then guided his trembling hands to push them together. Martin lowered his eyes to watch what they were doing as Kelly stood between them panting, submitting, frozen unmoving. Cynthia heard Martin's breath catch in his throat. His face darkened with blood. She saw a sudden disconcerted, stricken look in his eyes and then he grimaced. Kelly moaned. Her body jerked from the waist. Martin's face became taut. The veins showed thickly in his neck and his hips jerked powerfully. A low, animal groan escaped through his suddenly clenched teeth. His hips jerked again and he sucked air through his teeth. His mouth opened and his eyes widened. Kelly staggered as if her knees were suddenly weak. Only then did Cynthia take her eyes from Martin. S'mothering She began to turn her trembling daughter towards her. Kelly was gasping for breath, looking down in disbelief and shame at her hands, at her body. Martin's cum was spattered on her stomach. Ropey, wet strings of it clung from one finger to the next as she slowly parted her hands. Martin's cock spasmed again. A long strand of cum dripped from it, stretched, and descending slowly to the floor. Kelly raised her head slowly. Her mouth moved soundlessly as she turned to her mother. "Why..?" she whispered, hoarsely, frowning at her mother. "Why did you do this?" She raised her hands, frozen into claws, and turned them over. There were lines of cum and wet spatters all over them. Martin stood dumbly behind her, the angle of his cock less aggressive. "Look at me," Kelly complained. Her breasts swayed as she moved. She raised her hands and wiped them suddenly on the front of her mother's blouse. "I hate you," Kelly sobbed. "I hate you. Look at me." Her hands left wet smears on Cynthia's white blouse. Cynthia took a step back but Kelly moved with her. "I hate you," Kelly whispered, her voice cracked, failing her. "You don't hate me," Cynthia said. Kelly's hair hung down about her face as she slowly wiped her hands on her mother's chest, squashing her breasts, causing them to move. Kelly sniffed. She shook her head slowly. "I don't... I don't understand why you did this," she whispered miserably. "You don't hate me," Cynthia said again. Her expression hardened and she took hold of Kelly's wrists and shook her. "Mom, please. Let me go," Kelly said, trying to pull away. She was becoming more frantic. The two of them struggled briefly but Cynthia was the stronger. She bore her daughter down to the floor, first to her knees, then Cynthia moved with her, relentlessly pushing Kelly down on her side. She forced her onto her back and Kelly looked up at her, wide eyed, confused. Her knees were raised, her thighs wide open. Cynthia glanced at Martin as she knelt, bent over her daughter. He hadn't moved. He was watching. She saw his gaze flicker to Kelly's exposed pussy and uncaring she turned back to her daughter. "You don't hate me. I won't let you hate me." She released Kelly's wrists and moved on her knees until she was above her, looking down into her daughter's upturned, apprehensive gaze. "I'll show you," Cynthia panted. She moved quickly then to kneel astride Kelly's face. She felt her daughter's forehead, her nose, her chin, between her legs and Cynthia writhed her hips and bore down with her weight. Kelly's arms thrashed the air. Her legs kicked. She made muffled, urgent, frightened sounds between her mother's legs. Cynthia caught her daughter's flailing hands. She squeezed her thighs together and ground herself against Kelly's face. Her daughter's thrashing body lay stretched out beneath her. Cynthia narrowed her lips, she writhed her hips. Kelly bucked and twisted beneath her. "Mom?" Martin took a slow, uncertain step towards her. He looked worried and had one arm raised as if to try to stop her. Cynthia ignored him. She raised herself a fraction momentarily to let Kelly snatch a breath of air then she lowered herself again. Kelly kicked and struggled again but with less violence this time. Cynthia released her wrists and Kelly pawed her mother's thighs but slowly her struggles lessened. Her hands rested on her mother's thighs. Martin stood nearby watching open mouthed. Cynthia raised her skirt and leaned forward to look down between her legs. All she could see of Kelly's face was the tip of her chin. She raised herself again, letting her skirt fall to hide Kelly's face. The next time she lowered herself she took her time, feeling the contours of Kelly's face beneath her, gently rocking her hips, staring down at her daughter's breasts then lower at her splayed legs. Cynthia closed her eyes and moaned softly. Her breath came faster. She dropped her head and let her mouth open. She writhed her hips and concentrated, then she caught her breath and held it until she climaxed. She shuddered and opened her eyes and looked up at Martin. His cock was hard again. Cynthia moved back, exposing Kelly's pretty face. Kelly's hair was stuck to her flushed cheeks. Her chest rose and fell as she gasped for breath. A red blush extended almost to her heaving breasts. Her eyes flickered to her mother kneeling over her and she shook her head weakly from side to side then saw her brother. Martin slowly moved his hand to his cock and grasped it. He stroked it absently, a dull cautious look in his eyes. Cynthia watched him as she unbuttoned her blouse. She slipped it off and let it fall, then she took off her bra. She stood up as Martin's hand moved slowly on his cock. They were both watching her, their lips slightly parted, breathing quietly as Cynthia undressed before them. "Lie down on the floor," she said to Martin. He lay down cautiously, slowly, beside his sister. He put his hands by his side, his cock stood up, swollen, and he turned his head to watch as Cynthia approached him. Her breasts swayed heavily. Her pubic hairs were thick and dark and she saw his gaze fixed on her crotch. Kelly raised herself on one elbow and watched. Cynthia stood above Martin and smiled down at him. He was panting, his mouth open. She knelt down and then she moved herself over his face. She felt his breath on her wet pussy. His cock twitched. She lowered herself slowly and felt his nose squashed beneath her. She felt his tongue and then she bore down gently. His chest rose and then he seemed to freeze beneath her. His body became rigid. His fingers were splayed. "Mom?" Kelly whispered, a note of worry in her tone. Cynthia looked at her and shook her head. She waited and then raised herself a fraction. Martin gasped beneath her. His chest rose and fell rapidly and she lowered herself again. She could feel his round, hard cheekbones beneath her, his face becoming hot, becoming wet with her juices. His nose was between the cheeks of her bottom. Her pussy squashed his lips. She moved her hips slightly forward and back and squeezed her thighs and his hands closed into tight fists. Cynthia panted. She let him breath again and this time she held herself poised an inch above his face. Martin moved his hands, they found her thighs. She stiffened as she felt his tongue working wetly and enthusiastically around her asshole. She began to raise and lower herself, her breasts shook as his tongue jabbed repeatedly at her asshole. She saw his cock stiffen even more and he spurted a thick stream of cum. She bore down on his face, rubbing herself against him as he writhed and struggled beneath her. His cock jerk and he ejaculated again. Cynthia climaxed, her hips jerked powerfully. She doubled over, gasping. Then she saw his cock before her, softening now, leaning, decorated with his glistening cum. She moved down his body and took it in her mouth. His body arched beneath her as she took his full length, tasting his cum. She moaned as she raised her head, drawing her lips over the length of his cock, feeling his skin soft, his swollen head, softening. Kelly lay nearby, her thighs spread wide, and looked up at her as Cynthia got slowly, shakily, to her feet, smiling, panting, her lips wet with Martin's cum. She stood over them both, triumphant, looking down at them from one to the other, her feet apart. Her chest rose and fell. Martin stirred weakly. He raised his head to look at her. Kelly drew up her legs and sat at Cynthia's feet, then she rose to her knees, before her mother. Slowly, cautiously, she reached out a hand and touched her mother's thigh, caressed it gently, staring, watching what she was doing. Beside her Martin drew himself up weakly and they both knelt at her feet. No one spoke but they both moved at the same time. Cynthia felt their lips, their hot breath as they kissed her thighs. She felt their hands moving lightly, exploring, reaching for her breasts, feeling cautiously between her legs, squeezing her bottom, caressing every inch of her, investigating, curious. Smiling, she looked down into their shy, excited, upturned faces.