It was late when Kelly was driving his mom, Rhonda, to the airport. She held his hand as they drove.
"You were such a bad little boy today," she said seductively.
"You blew my mind," Kelly responded. He glanced at her and saw she was smiling. Her dark hair was done up and she was dressed in business-casual attire.
"I'm glad you liked it, sweetie. I thought you might like the shiny, gold bikini."
"You look amazing in it," Kelly said. "My ass is going to have handprints on it all week."
"Good," Rhonda said, still smiling, "bad little boys need to be punished." Kelly felt his face turning red.
"You're going to give me blue balls if you don't stop talking to me like that. I don't know if I can wait all week to see you."
"Actually," Rhonda interrupted, "that is exactly what I want you to do. I want you to wait. No cumming while I'm gone. That means no playing with yourself, no phone sex with me while I'm in my hotel room and no excuses when I get home."
Kelly shot her a look. "Are you serious?"
"I'm dead serious, little boy. I mean it. You wait for your mother or else."
"Or else what," Kelly asked as he cut his eyes over at her.
Rhonda leaned over, reached between his legs, grabbed his balls through his pants and squeezed; just enough pressure to make Kelly take in a sharp breath.
"Your punishment will make today's seem like a walk in the park. Do you understand me?"
"Yeah," Kelly blurted out. Rhonda squeezed a little harder.
"When you answer me, you say 'Yes Momma'. Understood?"
"Yes Momma," Kelly said as she released his crotch. "What's gotten in to you?"
He had an excited, but slightly confused look on his face. Rhonda took his hand in hers again. "Baby, you do so much for me. I've never had such a wonderful man in my life. I love you with my whole heart, so," she hesitated and took a deep breath, "I want to make every one of your fantasies come true. Don't be mad at me, but yesterday I looked through your phone and saw you were into some kinky fuckin' shit. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well," Kelly started, "our relationship is taboo, to say the least. We are already pretty wild when we fuck, so I didn't want to do something even more extreme and have you look at me in a way. You know? I never want you to be uncomfortable with our relationship or our sex life."
"Oh honey," Rhonda said, "I would do anything for you. I've told you before; I want to push the boundaries. I understand though. I don't want you to look at me as some kind of sick minded person, because I would only, and have only, done these kind of things with you."
"I would never look at you like that," Kelly said seriously. "You have been taking the intensity to a new level and I love it. If I ever go too far..."
Rhonda didn't let him finish his sentence. "That goes for me as well, baby. All you have to do is talk to me." She kissed his hand, and then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"Where did this fetish come from anyway," Rhonda asked.
"Well, you are the one who spanked me when I was growing up. Dad seemed to always leave it up to you."
"Your dad didn't do shit," Rhonda said sharply. "I was the one to discipline you."
Kelly shot a look over at his mother. She had put her hand over her mouth and her face had turned bright red. He was feeling the same thing she was. It wasn't embarrassment. It was like a sexual energy had charged the atmosphere.
"When I was really bad you would use..." Kelly stopped in mid-sentence; his voice shaking. A feeling of erotic electricity ran down their bodies. He quietly finished his sentence. "You would use a belt on me." His throat suddenly became very dry and he could feel his dick growing hard in his pants. Intensity had flooded the car. Rhonda suddenly felt like she was having difficulty breathing.
A few long moments passed before she spoke. "Only when you were... very, very naughty," Rhonda said in a voice just above a whisper. She could feel her pussy getting soaking wet. She put her hand on Kelly's leg and moved it slowly up his thigh. A perverse desire was overwhelming both of them. They looked at each other and understanding, like an unspoken magic, passed between them. Neither of them spoke for the rest of the drive. She just stared at her son with lust in her eyes.
Rhonda reluctantly removed her hand from Kelly's leg as they arrived at the airport. He walked her into the terminal, pulling her luggage behind him. Rhonda gave him a long kiss goodbye. She then put her lips close to his ear and whispered, "I want you to be a naughty boy this week." She gave him specific instructions, so she could work her devious magic when she got home.
They spoke on the phone every night before Kelly would go to bed. There was a three- hour time difference between them, so Rhonda was getting out of late meetings when Kelly was about to turn in. They didn't mention the conversation they had during the trip to the airport, but both of them couldn't wait for her to come home.
"I thought the week would never end," Kelly said to his mother Friday evening as Rhonda prepared to fly back home.
"God, I've missed you so much, honey," Rhonda said. "I'll catch an Uber home from the airport. No need in going through all the trouble trying to take off work."
"I told you it wouldn't be any trouble Mom, really."
"I got a message saying my flight might be rescheduled anyway, so there's no telling what time I'll get there if that happens."
"Let me know," said Kelly.
After hanging up from talking to her son, Rhonda called the airport. "Yes, is there any way I can change my flight, so I can leave sooner? There are things at home I really need to take care of."
Kelly got a text from Rhonda when he was on his way home from work the next day. It read, "There is something on the coffee table that you need to put on when you get home. Don't ask questions, just do as you're told."
He walked into the house and saw a blindfold lying on the coffee table. Without hesitation, he put it on. A few seconds later, he felt his mother take his hand.
