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Both seventeen-year-old Christopher Jenkinson and his mother Julie knew that they were on a slippery slope which was taking them towards something that would change their lives forever.They were already part way there because after initially spanking Christopher after catching him wearing his sisters old school uniform and being more or less forced into spanking him again when he wore her clothes Julie realised that these events were turning her on as much as they were her son.After the spanking initiated by Chris wearing her clothes, Julie had wanked him into the knickers that he was wearing and then masturbated herself.Whilst she did not intend to be the first to make the next step she did keep hoping Magosa Escort that her son would again allow her to catch him dressed in her clothing and then to let whatever happened thereafter, happen.Almost two weeks had gone by when Julie came home from work one evening and on entering the living room saw the kitchen chair and the hairbrush but no sign of Christopher.Her heart initially skipped a beat and then seemed to beat faster as she called up the stairs, “Christopher,are you up there?”A door opened, it was actually her bedroom door, and a vision appeared at the top of the stairs wearing quite a short dress and what were probably stockings, “Call me Christine,” said Kıbrıs Escort her son as he started to make his way down the stairs.Julie,and probably Christopher, knew that what happened in the next minutes and hours could dictate the rest of their lives.Julie was already getting wet between her legs when she sat on the kitchen chair placed in the living room having picked up the hairbrush. As ‘Christine’ lay over her lap and she raised the short dress at the back to reveal a thong she knew that the spanking that she was about to deliver was not one of punishment but one of eroticism.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!She beat hard Lefkoşa Escort but not too hard although the presented buttocks were already turning pink.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!The pink cheeks were now red and Julie’s cunt was bubbling.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The spanking was symbolic rather than punitive, although she had obviously made his arse sore,and she decided to stop. “Go to my room,” she said softly.”Your room?” said a very flushed Christopher as he got off her lap,his prick tenting the thong.”Yes, my room,” confirmed his mother.Julie gave herself a couple of minutes to change her mind,her head said she must but her cunt said not to.She entered her bedroom to find her son, still dressed as before, on his front on the bed.She stood in the doorway and almost in a whisper she said, “You know what is going to happen now don’t you?””I I think so,” stammered her son.”And are you okay with that?” asked Julie.”Um, yes…if you are.”

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