Mother Knows Best 3

Mother Knows Best 3

Well, at the end of the last story (entitled as you would expect ‘Mother Knows Best 2!) I suggested that if you asked me, I might tell you ‘what happened next’. Well one or two readers wanted to know, so I suppose I’d better tell you.

If you remember, I left matters at the end of the last story with me in bed with Mum (Dad being away on business for a few days leaving my mother and me time to indulge in some recreational activities not usual in a mother and son relationship!) having just been told by her to go to sleep because I had to go to school in the morning. She also told me before she put the light out that my services would probably be required in the morning!

When I woke up in the morning, I couldn’t remember immediately where I was, but my ‘morning glory’ brushing on mum’s naked bottom soon reminded me. I had thought that I’d had the most vivid wet dream ever, but then it came back to me that it was all real. I pressed my erection up mum’s back as I felt her wake up and stretch. She reached over and touched my cheek and then reached down and squeezed my cock
‘There’s a good boy’ she said, ‘ready to do as your mother tells you’.
‘Yes Mum’ I replied, ‘you do know best!’
She rested herself up on one elbow and looked down at me and said,
‘You’re looking a bit peaky love, I think you should have a day off school’
‘Whatever you think best Mum’ I replied.

She breathed a sigh of contentment and told me to hide my head under the bedclothes because there was something she wanted to do and she wanted it to be a surprise. I obeyed orders and could hear drawers being opened and shut and clothes being moved on the wardrobe rail. When she told me I could look, I was amazed. She had dressed as a schoolgirl, but not like any schoolgirl I actually ever met!. She wore a white blouse and a stripy tie, a green knee length pleated skirt and black sheer nylons and black high heeled shoes. She was holding out in front of her a crook handled school cane some four feet in length. Thank God my own school masters didn’t have access to such instruments!. She placed the cane on the bed and told me she had to be punished for having such wicked thoughts.

After the previous evening I was at a loss to know exactly what she wanted and asked her what she wanted, adding that at school, it was a rareity to get four strokes and that the traditional ‘Six of the best’ was in fact unheard of in reality. Also, our canings were always over trousers, unless we were beaten in the gym when it was over shorts….. or in the swimming pool (see ‘In at the deep end’ ) where we swam in the nude and were beaten on the bare bottom. I suspected that my mother wanted far more than this and it seemed I was not wrong! She told me that I was to order her to bend over and to raise her skirt and beat her over her knickers and then to lower them and beat her bare buttocks….. and as to how many…. well, she would let me know if I couldn’t work it out for myself!