****** Guilty Feelings by BondMaster ******
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Guilty Feelings


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I was 17 years old, my father was killed in a jet crash. It really tore my
mother apart and after a year, she was still unable to overcome her grief and
put her life back together. My name is Julia and I am her only child. I had to
do something. Watching my beautiful mother suffer was breaking my heart. Before
this happened, she was a sexy, vibrant woman. She was only 37 years old, with
long red hair, a delicate and beautiful face with high cheeks and adorable
dimples when she smiled. She was a dance instructor which kept her body lithe
and very fit. She might have had a career as a professional dancer had it not
been for her voluptuous body. She had large, firm breasts, a slim waist and a
very shapely ass even if it was a little wider than acceptable in the snotty
world of ballet. Along with long, shapely legs, my mother was a knockout.

Finally, I decided to have a heart to heart with her.

"Mom, we need to talk. You need to move on. Dad has been dead for over a year.
You have to get over it and begin living your life again. You are a young and
beautiful woman and should be enjoying yourself."

"You don't understand, Julia. It is my fault your father is dead," she replied.

I was stunned. How could it possibly be her fault. There was a catastrophic
engine failure which caused his jet to tumble from the sky.

"Mom, that is ridiculous. It was an accident... a terrible accident, that's
all," I said.

"No, if it hadn't been for me, he wouldn't have been on that plane," she
whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

"On the day he died, her was booked on an earlier flight. However, right before
he was going to leave for the airport, I picked a fight with him. I was mad
because he and I had not been intimate for several months. I was frustrated and
I wanted him to suffer a little. So, we had a fight in which we yelled and
screamed at each for nearly a hour. Finally, he stormed out. But he missed his
flight and had to take the later flight... the one that crashed," she finished
with tears streaming down her face.

I came over, sat next to her and gave her a hug.

"Oh Mom, it wasn't your fault," I said with tears welling up in my eyes as
well.

"I feel so guilty. I wish it had been me who died in that crash," she said as
she broke down and cried.

I felt sad and frustrated. There was nothing I could say or do to convince her
how irrational she was being.

A few days later, I went to talk with my uncle Dave, who is my mother's older
brother and also happens to be a psychiatrist. I explained to him what my
mother had told me.

"That is a fairly typical reaction to a tragedy, Julia."

"What can I do to get her back on track?"

"Well, sometimes it takes a shock to snap a person out of this type of guilt,"
he explained. "Sometimes it takes tough love."

We talked for a while longer but he didn't have any concrete suggestions for
me. I left frustrated and still with no solution. I felt like he was hinting at
something but never came out and said it. What had he said, something about
tough love. What did that mean? Mom felt guilty because she believed she was
responsible for my father's death. Well, when I was young and felt guilty about
something, I always felt better if I got caught and was punished. My father was
a strict disciplinarian and used to spank me for the smallest infraction.

I wonder, did he ever punish my mother in the same way?

Maybe that was what Uncle Mark was trying to say without saying it. Maybe I
should find someone to punish her! I wasn't at all sure about this but I was
desperate and had no other ideas. But who could I get? I racked my brain for
several days but came up empty. I knew Uncle Mark would not even consider it
and there was no one else I would trust to punish my mother. I slowly came to
the conclusion that I would have to do it myself. After all, I did have lots of
experience even if it was on the receiving end.

Once I had made this decision, I felt a little nervous and very excited. I was
totally surprised that I was getting turned-on just thinking about spanking my
sexy mother. What would it be like to have her over my knee, her bare ass all
mine. This thought produced a warm feeling between my legs and I could feel
myself getting wet. I knew from the spanking I had received from my father a
couple of weeks before he died that it was impossible to avoid exposing your
pussy to the person punishing your ass.

So I would get to see my mom's cunt! My hand reached down and started stroking
my hot pussy as if it had a mind of its own as I fantasized about my own
mother. Oh God, I was hot and horny. My fingers found my clit and within minute
I had an incredible orgasm. After I recovered, I realized just how much I was
going to enjoy spanking my mother! I vowed to do it the following day.

The day had been really hot reaching 99 degrees. When mom got home from work,
she changed into tight shorts and a halter top to beat the heat. I was also
wearing shorts and a tight sleeveless tee shirt. Mom came and plopped down on
the sofa beside me. I looked at her and could see the sadness in her eyes.
Well, here goes nothing!

"Mom, I was thinking about Dad before and remembering how strict he was. I have
a question for you. Did dad ever punish you?" I asked.

My mother' s face turned white. She looked at me for a long moment. Then she
replied, "Yes. He used to punish me when I was naughty."

Embolden by that knowledge, I continued, "Did he punish you on the day he
died?"

"No," she replied. "He told me that I was lucky he was running late or he would
have spanked me like a naughty little girl. He also promised to do it when he
got back."

"Well maybe if he had, you wouldn't feel so guilty now. Anyway, since he didn't
do it then, I feel it is my duty to do it now."

There, I had said it. My mother just sat there looking at me as if she hadn't
heard what I said.

"Even though you are completely blameless in his death, you feel guilty. The
only way to assuage that guilt is to be punished. And since I am the one person
who loves you more than anything else in this world, it is my responsibility to
do it," I said, watching her closely to see her reaction.

Slowly, I could see recognition in her eyes. She blushed deeply but remained
silent.

"Mom, I want you to stand up and stand on the other side of me," I said holding
my breath, not at all sure how she would react. Somewhat to my surprise, she
simply stood up and stood on my right side.

I was nervous and very excited. I could feel my nipples harden and a wet spot
beginning to form on my panties. Then I watched mesmerized as she unsnapped and
unzipped her shorts without being told. She wiggled her hips as she pulled the
tight shorts down. She stepped out of them. I had a difficult time containing
myself as she stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pull them
down and stepped out of them as well. My mother was standing next to me naked
from the waist down. A soft patch of red hair did little to hide her pussy
lips.

As I looked up at her, I was surprised again. Her nipples were very hard and
straining against the tight halter top. Was she excited as well? Was she
turned-on because I was going to spank her? I licked my lips and gently took
her wrist and guided her over my knees. I couldn't resist caressing her creamy
white ass. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Mom, I am punishing you for the fight you had with Dad the day he died," I
said with a trembling voice.

With that, I raise my right hand and brought it down hard on her sexy ass.
SMACK. An impressive hand print appeared on her right cheek. I landed another
hard swat on her left cheek and another red print appeared. Suddenly, I was
spanking my mother quick and hard. Ten swats on one cheek then ten on the
other. Since my mother is so fair, her ass quickly turned a bright shade of
red. I could hear her crying softly but I continued to spank her. It was for
her own good.

After I had spent about 10 minutes on her butt, I decided to move to her upper
thighs. I spanked them until they were as red as her ass. By the time I was
done with her thighs, my hand hurt and my arm was tired. But I felt my mother
needed more punishment.

I caressed my mother's hot ass and said, "Mom, now I want you to get up, go to
your room and come back with your hairbrush. I am going to continue to spank
you with it."

Slowly, my mother rose from my lap and walked towards the stairs. I took a
moment to assess how I was doing. My nipples were so hard they hurt. When I
examined my crotch, there was a wet spot on my shorts. Before I had a chance to
touch myself, I saw my mother coming down the stair with her heavy, wooden
hairbrush in her hand.

As I watched her, I was happy to noticed that her nipples were still hard as
well. On an impulse, I decided to she how far my mother would go. When she was
standing in front of me, she handed me the hairbrush.

"Mom, I want you to take off your top," I said.

"Oh no, Julia, please," my mother replied.

"Now, Mom," I said quietly.

She blushed again and reached up and removed her top displaying her large, firm
breasts. The were very white with hard, pink nipples the size of silver
dollars. The tops of her breasts which were more frequently exposed to the sun
were darker with loads of freckles.

"Now, get on your knees Mom," I commanded.

Without a word, she sank to her knees.

"Spread your legs and place you hands behind head," I said remembering how my
father had made me do it so often. He must have made her do the same thing
because she knew what was expected of her and assumed the proper position. I
took the hairbrush, turned it around and reached down and rubbed her open pussy
with the brush handle.

This immediately produced a soft moan from my mother. As I continued to stroke
her wet cunt, her breathing became more rapid and the moans got louder.
Suddenly, I stopped. I didn't want my mother to cum before I was finished with
her. When I stopped, she groaned in frustration. I guess it had been a long
time since she had an orgasm. Well, maybe later.

I placed the hairbrush on the couch next couch next to me and caressed her full
breasts. My fingers circled her hard nipples eliciting another moan of
pleasure. I slowly took each nipple between my thumb and forefinger and
pinched. Another moan, this one a pleasing mixture of pleasure and pain. I
twisted both nipples and she let out a scream.

"Oh Julia, that hurts," she said in a low guttural voice.

"It's supposed to hurt mother," I said as I pulled her nipples harshly. I
continued to punish her beautiful tits for several more minutes before I
released them. I slowly bent down and kissed each swollen nipples and licked
them with my tongue.

"OK Mother, it's time to resume your position over my knee," I said softly as I
straightened up.

She stood and draped herself over my lap again. I picked up the hairbrush and
rubbed it over her ass.. I lifted it and brought it down hard . .. SMACK. I
started to pound her ass hard and fast with the hairbrush. She was moving
around and digging her cunt into my leg. I continued to bring the hairbrush
down on her sore ass until my arm was tired.

Finally, I laid down the instrument of punishment. I rubbed and caressed her
red hot ass as she calmed down. I ran my fingers down the crack of her ass and
over her puckered anus. I circled it several times and then inserted my middle
finger up to the knuckle. She let out a loud moan and pushed up her ass causing
my finger to be buried to the hilt. Up and down she bucked as I finger fucked
her ass. Again, she was close to the edge when I pulled my finger out.

"Now Mom, I want you to get back on your knees in front of me," I commanded.

She groaned and got off my lap and onto her knees. I stood up and removed my
top. Then as my mother watched, I slid my shorts off. Finally, I stripped off
my panties as my mother licked her lips. I sat back down and spread my legs
giving mother a birds eye view of my cunt.

"Pleasure me Mom," I said softly. My mother placed her head between my legs and
began to lick me. Her tongue darted in and out of my hot cunt. She placed her
hands on my thighs and spread my legs open wider. Then her tongue found my clit
and ran over it again and again. I could feel my climax building when she began
sucking on my clit. Just as I was about to cum, she rammed three finger up my
pussy. I exploded in the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. Finally,
I told my mother to join me on the couch and I quickly found her asshole again
and plunged my finger all the way in. At the same time, my tongue was licking
her hard clit. The combination was too much for my excited mother and she
climaxed with great contractions of both her pussy and ass. I thought she was
going to break my finger! We lay there for hours just holding each other.

Finally as we rose to go to bed, she said to me with a little smile on her
lips, "Julia, I still feel extreme guilt about your father."

"Well then, I'll just have to keep punishing you until it goes away," I
replied.

We turned to each other, smiled and kissed the way lovers do!!!

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