It was only a matter of time before Grace would visit my mother again, and I would be there. I was not worried about that, although I did have some concern that Mom would somehow realise that there was some 'naughtiness' in the relationship between me and Grace.

The 'naughtiness', of course, was a big part of the sexual excitement that Grace and I felt, although I am not sure that we both felt it in the same way. Grace was certainly complicit enough, however.

It might not have been so different, though. I found it awkward to think about it. It was clear that I couldn't treat Grace the way that I had been treating her if someone else was about, especially if it was my mother and in our own house.

I was unaware that Grace was coming over until I heard the doorbell ring and my mother, who was busy in the kitchen said to me, "that must be Grace, Gabe, show her into the lounge, be polite, and tell her that I will be in shortly, I just need to get this done."

'This' seemed to be unloading the washing machine and, probably, getting it on the line. It was going to take a while, I thought.

"Just talk to her for a while," said Mom.

"Hello Gabriel," said Grace, as I opened the door for her. "Is your mother in?"

"She's busy in the kitchen, Grace. Come into the lounge and she'll join us when she is ready."

"Thank you, Gabe," said Grace, smiling sweetly, and I remembered how the last time we had been together, I had had my thick stiff cock deep up inside her cunt.

Grace was wearing a shirt with a pink flower design over light blue slacks. As I guided her, unnecessarily since she already knew the way, to the lounge, I put my hand on her ass.

"I don't think that is how your mother would expect you to behave, Gabe," she said, and, as she sat down, I reluctantly remove my hand from her behind.

"How are you keeping, Gabriel? Any new girlfriends?"

"Not exactly, Grace," and I dropped my voice so that anyone listening outside would be unable to hear, "but I have found an old slut who loves to suck my stiff young cock."

"That must be nice for you, Gabriel," said Grace, and I was surprised at how naturally and normally she said it, "does your mother know about this?"

"Of course not, Grace."

"That's probably wise, Gabriel. Tell me more about this woman."

This was really not what I wanted to do because I could see this getting into uncomfortable and possibly embarrassing territory.

"I don't think that I should do that, Grace," and then, unwisely, I tried to change the subject and tried to embarrass her, instead of me, "I'd rather talk about your tits, Grace."

"What would your mother think, Gabriel?"

She looked at me, quizically. I looked at her with what I intended to be a commanding expression and then, in a foolish attempt to take control, put my hand inside her shirt and took hold of her left breast, although my hand only made contact with her bra cup and not the soft warm flesh and hardening nipple beneath.

"I really don't think that you should be doing that, Gabriel, dear."

"You don't like it?"

"I like it very much, Gabriel, dear, but it is starting to turn me on and I can see that you are getting excited too."

Grace moved her hand to the growing bulge in my pants, and I slipped my fingers into her bra cup to tease her nipple, which was now swollen and rubbery.

"You bad boy! Do you like molesting your mother's friends?"

For a moment, which seemed like a long moment, I rolled her left nipple between thumb and forefinger while her hand felt the bulge of my crotch.

Then, suddenly, there was a fast sequence of events. The first was that we heard my mother's voice, from outside in the hallway. I started to pull my hand from Grace's shirt, but faster than that, Grace slapped my hand away from her with the hand that a split-second before had been fondling my cock through my pants. Grace's hand then went back to adjust the top of her shirt, as my mother came in.

I don't know how much my mother saw. I think I had taken my hand out of Grace's bra before Mom had fully entered the room, but she would have seen something. Grace defused what might have been a more awkward situation by simply slapping the hand which, only a split-sexing before, had been groping her under her clothes.

"It's OK, Em," said Grace. "A harmless misunderstanding. Boys will be boys, and I think Gabriel needs to find himself a girlfriend of his own age."

"Gabriel!" My mother's tone was shock and embarrassment. I, of course, felt embarrassed too, and guilty. I think women like men to feel guilty; it seems to happen a lot.

"Um," I said, which probably wasn't very helpful, but was at least safe.

"No harm done, Em, and I'm not even angry or upset. He has not done anything wrong, and I feel a little flattered. I don't think this is a matter for you to worry about, but perhaps I should put Gabe right on one or two things later, in private.

"I was going to ask if I could borrow Gabriel, anyway. If I could take him back with me, I could make some use of his more useful skills and re-educate him a bit on his less useful ones."

Mother looked confused and uncertain. She knew something had happened but, although she felt she should be concerned about it, there seemed to be some kind of mutual agreement between Grace and myself, and Grace appeared happy to take charge of the situation and me, so mother seemed to be satisfied not to pursue it further. Perhaps she thought it better not to do so, and was possibly relieved that Grace would take care of it.

I left them both together. Getting me away from those two women seemed the most prudent course of action at that moment.

I hung around, though. It was clear that Grace intended to take me away with her and I had no doubt that she wanted my cock and that I wanted to give it to her, whatever that might mean.

Sure enough, Mom called for me when Grace was about to leave and told me to go and help her, be respectful and listen.

Grace and I got into her car without any fuss, and we set off.

"I want you to know that I am very, very angry with you, Gabe, and that was a very silly thing to do, and I also want you to know - and I don't want you to think that this is any kind of encouragement for you, Gabe - that I want to suck your cock very very badly, it's all that I seem to be able to think about at the moment. You're such a bad boy."

"Is your cunt wet, Grace?"

She was quiet for a few seconds. I thought she might be angry with me.

'Yes, Gabriel, that just happened, just now. Please be quiet."

So, I was quiet. Grace drove off but not directly to her house, but a short way out of town, and pulled off the road into what seemed to be a car park, though I did not recognise it. There were other cars, although not many. Grace parked at the end. There didn't seem to be many people about, but I was still unsure where we were.

"OK, Gabriel, get it out. You know that you want to."

"What?"

"Get your cock out, Gabriel. Get your cock out. I want to suck it."

"What? Here?"

"Yes, Gabe. I want to suck your cock here, where someone might catch us. It's not likely, but someone might catch us. Get it out. You'll have to keep lookout."

I was not sure about doing this, at all, and I certainly was not in charge of the situation. I thought that maybe Grace was paying me back for something, though I was not too sure what.

But Grace wanted to suck me off in the car and I was already getting hard thinking about it, so I struggled to get my jeans open and my growing erection ready for her. It was more difficult than I had expected.

Grace, for most of my life, had been a strong authority figure. Older than my mother, she had represented someone that my mother, herself, would turn to for advice and support. Grace had been a constant, steady backdrop to my family life, even though not a part of it.

The fact of Grace, willingly and most enthusiastically, sucking my young teenage cock and swallowing my spunk was incredibly erotic for me and, unlike other such experiences, seemed to be increasing its erotic power over me. I think this was partly because I was uncovering in many different ways, not least physically, the person who was Grace, and she was, surprisingly, a bit mad. Or horny, or mad and horny - I really couldn't figure it out.

This was certainly secluded enough, but still public, so I did not want to do anything to attract the attention of anyone else who might see us from another car or who might just suddenly pass by. I was shocked that Grace wanted to do this.

I was not at all sure that I liked this, but neither did I want to appear 'chicken' in front of Grace. I hoped that I could regain some kind of dominance, although this game seemed to be less within my control.

Undoing my belt and pants, I awkwardly slipped them down my thighs while still sitting in the passenger seat of the car. Grace was watching, one hand inside her top. I imagined tweaking a nipple.

"You bad boy," she said.

Pulling my hand down along the shaft of my rapidly hardening cock, I pushed it up to stand proudly in the surrounding warmth of her car. The car was her confined space. I'd pushed my cock into her mouth, I'd pushed my cock into her vagina, and now I was pushing my stiff cock up in her car, invading another private personal space. It felt very erotically charged.

"Gabriel," she said, in a way as if shocked, "you don't expect me to suck that nasty thing, surely?"

I was well used to Grace's often contradictory ways by now.

"Just suck it, Grace, please?"

"Oh Gabriel, my dear, you have such a lovely young cock, so big and stiff. I could just gobble it all up!"

And that is pretty much what she proceeded to do. Her lips hovered over the swollen purple head of my stiffness.

"Mmm," she said, as she licked her lips. "Watch out for anyone coming, Gabriel," she said, and then dived down on my cock, taking the full length into the back of her throat. I found it amazing that she could just do that. I was thrilled how my fully stiff cock entered her mouth so naturally.

I had shut my eyes and was resting back, just enjoying the sensations of her mouth warm and wet moving about my cock, then I remembered where we were.

"You filthy old slut," I said, and opened my eyes to look around to make sure no one else was about.

"There's no one about to worry about, Grace, so you keep on sucking on that cock like the dirty old cock-sucking slut that you are and maybe I'll give you a mouthful of my spunk to swallow."

Grace took her mouth from my cock, still rigid from the excitement of her mouth's attentions.

"You nasty, rude boy, talking to me like that. I'm not just here to suck your little boy's cock for you, you know!"

"Actually, Grace, that's exactly why we are here. You brought me here so that you could suck my little boy's cock, remember, and it's not so little, is it, Grace?

"It turned you on to suck my stiff young cock in a public car park where anyone might see you, remember?"

"Oh, I'm so bad, Gabriel. I'm so bad to want to suck your lovely young cock like this. So bad. So very, very bad."

Any conversations that I had with Grace, especially concerning sex, had an element of play-acting in them. It made it difficult to know when she was being serious, and when she was being flirtatious or teasing.

"So very, very bad," she said again, and her lips closed around the big sensitive head of my cock, which felt very pleasurable.

"I will need to use your cunt later, Grace."

"Oh yes, Sir, you will need to fuck my nasty cunt, and I have been so very very naughty too, Sir. Maybe you might need to ... punish me first, Sir?"

This was something new.

"Punish you, Grace? Yes, I supppse you have been particularly bad today, and you embarrassed me in front of my mother. That was very naughty, and a slut should know her place."

This seemed to excite her, and she began licking and kissing along the length of my shaft, again. I placed my hand back in her hair.

"Should I spank you, Grace? Do you need a good spanking before I use your slutty cunt for my pleasure?"

"Only if you think that you should, Sir, but I have been very, very naughty, and if you need to fuck me later, Sir, as is your right, then a good spanking will remind me that your big manly cock will be ploughing my hot wet cunt for your boyish pleasure and needs, not for my own perverted lusts."

"You talk too much," I said and pushed head back down onto my knob.

Grace moved her mouth back up along the length of my cock, and I felt her concentrating her efforts on the sensitive head. I buried my fingers in the curls of her red hair at the back of her head.

"You filthy slut, Grace!"

The car park was not well lit—not in the corner we were in, but I had not been keeping as good a watch as I should have been, so I looked up and about.

"There's someone coming, Grace."

I had seen no one, but I wanted to alarm her. Her head jerked up, but she couldn't see much from my lap, so she sat up and looked around, startled. Her hair was a mess. Her shirt had become unbuttoned, but not by me - although I had tried to grope her tits, I could not comfortably get my hand there in the car while she was bent over taking my cock down her throat. She looked delightfully slutty, though, just as if she had recently been sucking a guy's stiff prick.

"Where?" she said, her eyes searching the shadowy gloom.

I looked too, not expecting to see anything much, or anyone. I was going to confess that I was just trying to alarm her, for fun. Then I saw him.

He was dressed a bit shabbily, wearing a nondescript coat. When I say 'nondescript', I mean that I cannot remember it. I was shocked by the presence of the man, and my mind wasn't taking in details of what he was wearing. I was kind of scared.

Oh, and he had his cock out. Stiff. In his hand.

I froze. Grace froze too, but somehow differently. I froze because I was genuinely frightened (I confess that I was frightened). Grace froze, I realized later, because she didn't want to frighten him.

Then I realized, as Grace had already done, that he was terrified too. His trousers were open, and his hand was there holding a wilting erection, undecided, on the brink of running away, possibly wondering if he should do his trousers up.

Grace pressed the button, and her window purred down, softly. ('What are you doing, you stupid woman?' I was screaming in my head.)

"Shush," she said quietly. "It's OK. You were watching, weren't you?" She smiled sweetly. "You can come closer. I don't mind."

My feelings were that I did mind, but I was finding it unbelievable. Grace was treating this pervert like he was a small scared animal, which he possibly was, and trying to coax him out of his figurative shell and, even more amazingly, it was working.

He shuffled forward in an ungainly way because it is difficult to move when your trousers are open and you are trying to masturbate at the same time. It looked a bit comical.

"Oh, good," Grace said, "you've restarted wanking. I'm sorry if we startled you. These sorts of situations are so awkward, aren't they?"

The man had moved closer and his cock had regained some stiffness in his hand. I really didn't like this. It was a bit scary but also fascinating.

"I saw what you were doing," the man said, peering into the car. I had started stroking my cock to get it back stiff again because, strangely, I felt at some kind of disadvantage if the wanking pervert had an erection and I didn't.

"He's my grandson," explained Grace. "It's his birthday. I wanted to suck his lovely young dick, somewhere away from the family," she said sweetly, "they don't understand."

"No," the man agreed (what a strange conversation), "they probably wouldn't."

"Do you mind if I carry on? You can watch, if you like."

"Oh no, no, you carry on," said the man, stroking his erection.

."Thank you," said Grace, "you are a true gentleman," and turning and bending over my exposed crotch, took my stiff cock back into her mouth and began sucking it much more noisily than before and putting a lot more effort into it. She was now, quite deliberately, performing for the enjoyment of three of us.

It was only a couple of minutes later that I felt the effect of her renewed and increased attention.

"Oh, Granny, you filthy old slut," I blurted out as I as I filled Grace's mouth with my spunk.

Grace sat up in her seat and turned to the window and the wanking pervert. I know she had my cum in her mouth. I imagined her licking her lips as she looked at him, but I could not see what she looked like, of course.

"You filthy old slut, Granny," the man said, echoing my words, and ejaculated suddenly through the open car window and into her face. It seemed to surprise him as much as Grace, although that seems unlikely.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he apologized. "It just came out."

Grace had miraculously magicked some tissues from somewhere, like women seem to be able to do, and wiped the man's unwanted semen from her nose, eyes and forehead. This was partly in my imagination, since I could not see too clearly, but that is what she was doing.

"That's alright," she said. "These things happen. Could you dispose of these tissues in a bin somewhere, please?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, very respectfully. "I'd better go."

"Yes," she said, "you had, and I hope you can keep this little secret?"

"Yes, thank you," he said, strangely, and disappeared into the gloom and shroud of darkness.

"That was all rather scary, wasn't it, Gabriel? I really didn't like him cumming on my face like that, but I'm such a bad, bad girl today," she said, "look what you have made me do, Gabriel."

I had to agree that she was, indeed, a bad, bad girl, but I completely failed to see how I was responsible for any of what had happened.

"I think we've been here long enough, Gabriel. We'd better go before someone else comes.

"Oh, look! He's coming back."

"Let's go, Grace. We'd better go, Grace."

"No, Gabe, that would just be rude, even if he did just ejaculate in my face. We are better than that."

The situation was getting increasingly mad, with Grace controlling what, as I saw it, could go off the rails at any moment, and possibly already had.

The man came closer. I was pleased to see that his trousers were now properly done up. Mine were still undone and open with my hand stroking my cock, although it seemed to be as confused as I was, so maybe I was just comforting it.

Grace pressed the button, and the window purred down again.

"It's been lovely to meet you, but we really have to go. He'll be getting stiff again. Young men are so horny, aren't they, and I want the enjoyment of that lovely young dick in my cunt, and it is really hot and wet right now. I hope you can understand?"

"I wish I'd had a Nan like you," I heard the man say, as Grace turned the car and drove off hurriedly.

"I'm so very bad," she said, as she left him behind us, "I'm going to Hell. Put your cock away, please, Gabe, until we get back, but once we're inside you can do whatever you want. Oh, God, I'm so," she paused deciding what words she wanted to say, " ... ready for it!" She decided.

"Horny, horny, horny," she chanted to herself, which might have been the words that she had already decided not to say.

"He was watching me suck your cock, and I let him, Gabe. I actually encouraged him to watch me suck your cock. Suppose your mother had watched me sucking your lovely cock earlier?"

"You've been such a bad girl, Grace."

"Oh, yes," she said in a very satisfied way, pausing, thinking what she was going to say next, but obviously wanting to share it.

"It was scary," she said, "but much easier doing it than I would have expected."

She paused again. I was fascinated by what she was saying, most especially because it seemed unbelievable.

"It was scary," she continued, "and when he came in my face, like that...

"It was so nasty. I really didn't like that. I didn't know what to do next."

"I thought you handled it very well, Grace, as if you were used to getting a face full of spunk from a stranger every day"

"Well, I'm not, Gabriel. That has never happened before, and I sincerely hope that it never happens again, but in situations like that, it's important to take charge. If people think that you know what you are doing, they are more likely to behave themselves."

Grace paused again.

"I've never done anything like that before, Gabriel, and I'm not sure that I liked it. I liked sucking your cock in the car, and I kind of liked being watched sucking your cock. I really quite enjoyed having your lovely cock in my mouth and knowing that I was being watched, enjoying it, but the rest of it was a bit scary.

"Oh, and I enjoyed telling that guy that I was going to let you use my cunt later. I've never said anything like that to anyone before. I feel quite naughty for doing that. And telling him that you were my grandson!"

Grace giggled. "I'm so bad!"

Grace was obviously in a mood for talking, although I just wanted to get back to her house and her couch, or maybe her bed.

"You may not believe me, Gabriel, but your lovely big cock is the first and only cock that I have ever sucked. I love sucking your cock. I love tasting your semen.

"And I quite like talking about my cunt, Gabriel. That's something else that I haven't done before. Cunt. Cunt. Cunt."

"Let's get back to your place, Grace. I think we both know what you need, and what I want."

"You want to fuck my cunt, you nasty boy!"

"Yes, Grace, I want to fuck your slutty old cunt. Now get us back before I change my mind."

"Oh, I don't think you will be changing your mind, Gabriel, dear," she said, with a little laugh, and drove off.

I look out of the car window. I am not sure where we are. I trust Grace, but we could be anywhere, although we cannot be far from her house. Despite having known Grace for a long time, I do not know very much about her.. Trying to make polite conversation in the car seems silly considering our relationship is anything but polite and I feel that I have to be naughty and daring.

"How many men have you had inside your cunt, Grace?"

"Gabriel! Oh, my God, how could you ask a question like that?"

Grace pulled the car over to the side of the road and parked.

"I'm taking a rude, impolite nineteen-year-old horny boy home so that he can sexually molest me. When I think about it, it's quite shocking. I wish that I could tell your mother what you just asked me, but I can't, can I? "

"I'm sorry, Grace."

"No, you're not, you nasty naughty boy. You like saying these things to me because you know that you shouldn't and it shows disrespect, but you know that you can get away with it."

"Because you like sucking my cock!"

"Because I like sucking your nasty cock, you nasty boy."

I put my hand on her upper thigh and slide it into the crease between her legs.

"I think we should be going back to your house, Grace."

She didn't say anything but removed my hand from her body and drove us both away.

I looked out of the car window and tried not to think of anything. I did not recognise where we were, but I just wanted to be back in Grace's place.

We arrived there in about ten minutes, but we might have covered quite a distance in that time. Grace let me into the house.

"Make yourself comfortable, Gabe. I need a quick shower. I won't be long."

I went into the lounge and sat down. My juvenile mind wondered if 'making myself comfortable' was a euphemism for getting undressed, but guessed that it probably wasn't. If Grace had wanted me to get ready to fuck, I was sure she would enjoy being crude and very explicit about it, so I sat down on the couch and waited.

Grace was not long, maybe only ten minutes. She reappeared in the lounge, wearing a light blue shirt and brown skirt under a short dressing gown. Movement under the shirt indicated no bra. Grace never wore much make-up, but what she had worn earlier was now gone, the hot shower had put colour into her face.

"I'm sorry, Gabriel, but after that man, you know.

," she paused, thinking what to say, "defiled me. I had to wash his stuff off my face, and I was worried that some might have gone in my hair. If it had been yours, Gabe, I would have left it for you to see. I like you to see your sperm on me and in me.

"I don't remember seeing him before. I do hope he doesn't know me. I hope he doesn't recognise me. Maybe I should get my hair restyled?"

"I haven't seen him before, Grace, and I think he might be just as concerned about you recognising him. I think, on balance, he was acting more perverted than us."

I wasn't sure about that, but it might have been true.

"Get your cock out, Gabe. Show me that you know how to treat a lady." (Yes, she really said that.)

My stiffening little friend was feeling uncomfortable in my pants, so it felt good releasing it and letting my clothes drop to the floor.

"Show me your cunt, Granny!"

"You nasty boy. Wait 'til your mother hears what you just said," but she lay back on the couch and pulled up her skirt. She was wearing nothing underneath. Her pubic hair was a darker red than on her head, almost auburn. It seemed neatly trimmed.

"Don't look," she said as she opened her legs and pushed her right hand down her belly towards the "v", opening her cleft and allowing the inner pussy lips to pout out towards me.

"Don't look," she said. "Naughty," she said, and covered herself, pulling her skirt back down, before I thought about shoving my stiffening dick into her exposed welcoming vagina.

I didn't know if it was just teasing, playacting, or something else, but she was not acting her age but much more like a naughty schoolgirl. Although Grace seemed to like me to take control, her mixed-messaging and my naïve confusion meant that she effectively controlled when that would be, so I was left stroking my cock uncertainly.

"So naughty," she said, getting off of the couch and moving over to the dining table, where she bent over the table, pressing her breasts, nipples jiggling under her thin shirt, to the polished wood, and pulled her skirt up again behind her, pushing her naked bottom up with a little wiggle.

"I've been so naughty."

I moved behind her, pushing my hand between her legs. My middle finger felt her wetness.

"Daddy," she said, and that felt a bit creepy, so I pulled my finger out of her hot wet vagina.

"I've been so naughty, Daddy," she said in her little schoolgirl voice.

Her voice changed again, addressing me as Grace normally would, "give me the spanking that I deserve, then you can do whatever you like."

I wiped my wet finger on her right butt cheek.

"You old slut," I said positioning myself beside her with her ass cheeks in front of me, the table to my left and both of her bare buttocks where my right hand could smack either of them as hard or as gently as I wanted.

I did not really want to hit her at all, but I did rather like the curves of her ads. I also liked that she was offering it to me so submissively. I smacked her across the right cheek which was furthest from me. It was not a hard smack; I did not really want to hurt her. On reflection, I think it was a bit weak, a bit cowardly.

"If you want me to let you inside my cunt, you'll have to make a better effort than that. I've been very very naughty. Punish me properly and then fuck my brains out. Be brutal."

She paused. She knew she had to push me to punish her.

"Please, Gabriel, don't hold back!"

I looked at her bottom exposed and vulnerable waiting for the flat of my hand and whatever pain I could inflict. I took a deep breath and then smacked her across the right cheek as hard as I could. I felt the force of it on my palm, so I knew she felt it on her behind. I heard the smack, I felt the wobble of her flesh, I saw the redness appear on the palour of her skin.

"I'm sorry, Daddy! I'm so sorry, Daddy!"

I smacked her again, just as hard across the left cheek, bringing the same colouring there.

"This hurts me as much as it hurts you, Girl!"

This was probably true; smacking a fully grown woman, forcefully like this, was not exercise that I was used to, doing all the work, and hitting her hard. I felt guilty doing it, but it seemed to be what she wanted.

"It's right that I should be punished, Sir. Smack my naughty ass, Sir!"

My own guilt, though was growing because my cock, since I was also naked below the waist, was also growing and stiffening too. I could not deny to myself that I was enjoying it too. I was feeling some sadistic glee in hurting her like this, and, although I felt bad about enjoying it, my hardening cock clearly didn't.

I smacked her again, across the right cheek, just as hard, but intending to hurt her, to cause harm pain, to repay the complicated emotional anguish that I was feeling, not just emotionally, but physically too.

I resented Grace making me do this, and my apparent inability to stop.

"Oh, Daddy!"

And she was creeping me out, a bit, dragging me into her own weird fantasy and her secret enjoyment, shared only, apparently, by my sadistic cock.

"You naughty, naughty girl, " I said again, smacking the other buttock; they were now both quite red.

I had originally intended just to smack her six times but, on realising that I would be smacking two buttocks rather than one bottom, only three smacks on each cheek seemed a bit mean. I was aware that thinking an increase in her punishment was an act of generosity was a bit perverse. It was all her fault.

"You realise you made me have to do this, you bad, bad, wicked slut?"

Smack.

"Yes, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir."

Smack.

My cock was bigger and harder than I could ever remember it being, and I just wanted to get the spanking over so that I could give her cunt the hard fucking that I needed to do.

Smack.

I was realising that the pauses between each smack across the cheeks of her bottom were important. It was less about the pain and more about the expectation of pain.; less about the punishment and more about need and deserving of punishment.

My cock felt so hard. I pushed my hand between her legs and felt her wet gash. I was not too sure exactly what I was feeling, but it was warm and wet and very pliable, there seemed to be many folds down there.

"Bad, bad girl!" I pulled my hand away from the wonderful wetness.

Smack.

I thought of my hard, swollen erection separating those warm, wet folds, dividing them in two, thought of the sensation of her hot cunt around the swollen head of my stiff prick.

Smack.

"Owweh!" Her body jerked forwards, reacting to the hard smack; it was a more physical reaction than before, less play acting.

"You wicked slut! Are you learning your lesson?"

"Oh yes, Sir. Please, Sir. Thank you, Sir!"

Smack.

Her ass cheeks were glowing, and my hand was tired from the impact of every smack. I don't know whether Grace had ever been smacked like that before, but I had never done anything like that.

I felt guilty having punished her like that, but she had asked for it and, I thought, deserved it. Although I was emotionally torn and didn't like hitting her like that, my cock had found it very stimulating and wanted it's own action.

I reckoned that I had given her a dozen smacks, six across each of her round red glowing buttocks. I told myself that she had asked for it and deserved it. I gave her one last slap across both cheeks together.

She yelped.

"You made me do this, you wicked slut!"

"I'm sorry, Sir!"

I moved around behind her and positioned my incredibly stiff erection at the entrance of her very wet, open and welcoming cunt lips.

"And you're making me do this too, Grace."

I felt my thick, swollen knob enter her slippery, warm folds. There was no real resistance as I entered halfway into her, and then the muscles of her cunt suddenly tightened around my shaft.

"Oh, Daddy, you naughty man!"

She wiggled her bottom and, gripping the top of her spreading thighs, I forced my thick manhood deep inside her. Her cunt muscles relaxed again and then started tightening again in a strange rhythmic way as I penetrated her more deeply than ever before.

"Oh, Gabriel, I can feel your lovely big cock so deep inside my cunt. You're such a horny young man. I'm such a slut! Oh Fuck!"

"You asked for this, you fucking old slut!"

I felt some pangs of guilt, treating her roughly like this, pounding her body hard into the table, knowing that her ass was still smarting from the hard spanking that I had given her.

"Imagine if Mom could see you now."

"Oh, Gabriel, oh... "

Her cunt felt fantastic, hot, tight and slippery around my hard thrusting dick. I rammed harder and faster into her. She literally had asked for this.

"Look what you've made me do, Grace," I said, as I unloaded into her.

My cock was still rock hard, and I didn't feel that I had finished, so I continued thrusting hard into her from behind, forcing her upper thighs into the hard table top and forcing her wobbly tits onto the wooden surface and causing friction on her nipples. I felt bad treating her like this but, honestly, it's not as if she hadn't asked for this and didn't want it

"You asked for this, you mad bitch!"

I thought that might be a bit too much, but Grace just took whatever I was giving her, verbally and physically.

She grunted and moaned a bit, and then I unloaded another load of spunk inside her and pulled out, which made her gasp and then groan.

I slapped her one last time across her ass.

"Oww!"

I collapsed onto the couch. Grace remained bent over the table, naked bottom exposed and glowing red.

"Gabriel, I didn't know that you could be such a brute like that. Do you like fucking women hard and rough like that?"

"I didn't like doing that, Grace. I really didn't want to hurt you."

"I know how hard that made you, Gabriel, dear. I know how rough and horny that made you. Don't pretend that you didn't like it - and I absolutely loved it. Would you fuck your mother like that?"

"Of course not, Grace. Why would you ask me a question like that?"

"It's just a question, Gabriel, dear. Show me what a nasty little boy you are. Tell me how much you really want to fuck your own mother. You know how much I like a bad boy. Tell me how bad you are. When you fuck me, tell me that you're thinking about fucking your own momma!"

I did not like this, but I did like feeding Grace's fantasies. If it turned her on, then that was good enough for me."

"Yes, Grace, when I am feeling your cunt gripping my big thick cock, I think about whether the cunt of your friend, my mother, would feel like yours does, and how much I would like to spunk inside her."

In my head, I had stepped across a line, and I felt a bit guilty about it.