The next morning I was up early even though it was Saturday. Well, to tell the truth, I had not really been able to sleep. I kept thinking about the phone conversation I had overheard the night before between my well-spanked mother and her best friend Karen. I heard my mother tell Karen that their little plan had worked perfectly and gotten me to spank my own mother. She said what a wonderful experience it was and she hoped I would do it again soon. This is enough to make any 18 year old, red-blooded American boy think (and fantasize). It was clear that the spanking I gave her last night got her extremely sexually excited. I didn't need to overhear a phone conversation to know that. One glance at her hot, wet pussy last night as I was smacking her behind is all the evidence that was needed. What did surprise me about the conversation was that my mother and Karen had conspired and invented this elaborate scenario to trick me into spanking my mother. And all she had to do is ask! It told me just how badly she wanted to be spanked.
This was a young man's dream come true!!! His mother needed and craved punishment. And I was just the man to administer it. I knew I had an opportunity to turn the incredible experience of last night into a long-term erotic relationship. But during the long, sleepless night I had come up with a creative plan of my own.
I got dressed and left the house before my mother was out of bed. I took myself out to breakfast to put the finishing touches on my plan and put the first phase of it into action. This was the critical piece... if this worked, I was home free.
At around 10:00 o'clock, I knocked on the door of Karen's posh apartment. She answered the door and was surprised to see me. I had only been there one other time when mom and I had dinner there. I was somewhat surprised myself and encouraged. She answered the door in a long, men's football shirt... and that's it!!! It was immediately apparent as she gave me a big hug that she had no bra on. I immediately got hard and embarrassed. She held me for an eternity and even seemed to grind her hips against my big and now extremely hard cock.
When she did finally release me (not that I'm complaining), she stepped back and said, "Oh Peter, it's wonderful to see you. What a pleasant surprise."
"Huh... Oh., I just wanted to talk with you," I stammered (real suave).
"Well, come in," she replied with a sly smile on her face. "Can I get you some coffee or juice?"
"Oh, no thanks. I just had breakfast," I answered as she led me into her luxurious apartment.
Karen is younger than my mom and she had gotten divorced a year ago with no kids. She had a killer body. Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes with large, shapely breasts, long, slim legs and a nice, well rounded ass.
She led me to the black leather couch and indicated for me to sit down. Then she proceeded to saunter into the kitchen. Her tight ass was outlined perfectly by the rather tight jersey. That was when I realized she definitely wasn't wearing any panties. Her ass wiggled as she walked and I was sure she exaggerated her hip swaying for my pleasure. She got her coffee and strode back and sat down right next to me. The view of her coming was even the better. Her large tits called to me invitingly as they bounced in step. And her hard nipples were poking through the thin cotton jersey.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" she asked.
"Well, uh, I wanted to discuss what happened last night," I said trying to screw up my courage to have this conversation.
"What did happen last night?" she asked.
"Oh come-on Karen! I heard you and mom talking on the phone last night," I said a little louder. "You two set up the whole charade last night to trick me into spanking her. My guess is the whole thing was your idea, wasn't it?"
There was a pregnant silence as my anxiety level went through the roof.
"Well, yes it was," she said, "but I was only helping her live out her fantasy."
As I stared at her, she blushed for the first time since I have known her.
"My mother lied to me and manipulated me for her own pleasure. For that, she will be punished severely. But it was you who came up with the whole scheme, wasn't it?" I asked with a stern voice.
She got a little more red and a look down at the floor.
"Karen, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer!" I said in the same stern voice.
"Ye...yes, it was my idea," she said meekly without looking up.
"And Karen, what usually happens to naughty little girls who conspire to manipulate their best friends son?" I demanded, knowing the answer to this question could determine the entire success of my plan.
