I was awakened by the sound of my father's car starting below me, it must be 7:00 am I thought as I looked at the clock, and sure enough it was, spot on.
As I watched him drive down the street I thought what would happen to his wake at 6:00am, leave at 7:00 schedule if Mum woke up horny and demanded sex?
I knew that they did have a sex life, as my sister and I had heard them at it occasionally, Dad had put on a little bit of condition, but Mum was still in ok shape, at 45, and with two kids, she still got an offer from time to time, but she wasn't available, and let anyone who tried it know.
She was never offended when someone tried, but took it as a complement, she often said the time would come when no one would try, and that would be a sad time for her.
I know that she was in pretty good shape as one day instead of knocking, waiting, and then walking into her bedroom as I'd done for years. I knocked and walked in at the same time. I was well into the room when she came out of her bathroom naked, with her skirt in her hand.
"Shit, sorry Mum," but as I turned to walk out she said, "that's ok just keep your back to me and we can still talk." I said what I'd come in to say, and then because she'd been moving around the room busily doing something, but not quite coming into my view I asked, "what are you doing anyway?"
"I've put a button on this skirt, my sister Jenny likes it, and as I was going to throw it out, 'cause my bum's too big for it now, she asked if she could have it, and I said yes."
She moved into view and had put the skirt on, "what do you think, is my bum too big for it?"
She had her hands over her breasts.
"Nah I like it tight," I was aware that she'd just put it on and would've had nothing on underneath.
"Tight, tight you say, it'll be all right until I sit down and then it'll explode in all directions, in an instant."
"In that case if you do wear it, there's one thing you'll need to be sure to do."
"What's that?"
"You'll need to ensure that you're wearing underwear."
"Get out," she said in mock anger pointing at the door with her right hand.
I just stood there smiling and looking openly at her now exposed, very well formed, left breast.
"Shit," as she moved her hand back to cover it. "I think you'd better go now mister."
"Yes ma, I'll just pole vault out of here."
"Pole vault, you're a sick puppy, fancy getting turned on at the sight of your old mothers naked breast."
We both laughed, and as I left the room I was thinking, I don't know about getting turned on, but if she wasn't my mother, I'd definitely jump her bones.
As she was leaving later that day with the skirt in her hand to go to Jenny's, I said, "I hope that you've got something on under that skirt."
She turned and struck a very sexy pose saying, "you mister will never, ever, ever know."
As she walked away she exaggerated the sway of her hips and then turned around to catch me looking at her arse. "You really are a sick puppy staring at your mother's body...again, you'll be able pole vault out of here also."
As she walked away she looked back and said, "love ya babe."
"Love ya Ma," and just before she closed the door, "Love ya arse."
"Pervert."
I wasn't sure about the pervert bit but I sure did love her arse.
Now as I walked into the kitchen I knew that the odds of her wearing not much at all, underwear or anything else today, were pretty high as it was a hot day already, and only going to get hotter.
As I thought, she was in only a mid thigh length, very light robe, obviously with nothing on under it, as all of her moving parts, were moving as she walked.
She went to the sink holding a wooden spoon and I said, "it's been a long time since you've greeted me with a wooden spoon in your hand."
She smiled and said in the voice that you would use to talk to a very young child, "that's because you've been a veeeeeery goooooood boy this week, but you won't be able to keep it up, so for sure by next week the spoon will be back in action."
I stuck out my chest, adopted a swagger and moved as close to her as I could, "oh yeah is that right? Well let me tell you it's about time that you felt the wooden spoon on your bum for a change."
With that I took the spoon from her, held her wrists behind her back, turned her around, and bent her over along the kitchen counter, with the side of her face pressing into it.
For a moment I worried that the shortness of her robe would mean she was exposed, it didn't really matter though, as the only window behind her faced into the back garden, full of trees, and with a high fence.
I whacked her once on each cheek, maybe however it was just a little too hard.
She yelped, "hey buddy don't bruise the fruit, I don't want to have to explain to your dad why my bum's red raw."
"I don't care it's your problem not mine, anyway nobody gave a damn about my arse being red."
"It wasn't that often and not that hard."
She seemed to be quite comfortable lying on the counter, and in no hurry for me to let her up. I had my hand on her wrists but wasn't actually holding them.
Suddenly I had a feeling of power over her which to be honest started below my waist, I felt a stirring in my loins, as they say.
She must have seen something in my eyes and she started to get up, still with a smile on her face, "let me up love, I've lots of things to do this morning."
"No, I haven't finished with you yet, just a few more strokes and then I will have."
I was now holding her wrists and pressing down, but she was no longer smiling as the realisation hit her that I was in control, not her. The haunted, wide eyed look on her face was one that I'd seen only once ever before in my life.