Bethany's Secret Part 2

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I know how good you look in lingerie.” She smiled seductively as she walked over. Mrs. Meyer put her hands on my waist and kissed me. I felt wrong for doing it, but I couldn’t resist. Seeing Beth’s hot mother and feeling Beth’s hot underwear against my cock, there was nothing I could do except kiss Mrs. Meyer back.

As we kissed, she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her black satin bra underneath. Her breasts were spectacular. I begin to kiss them through the bra. She pushed my face deep into her breasts where I was nearly smothered by the warm flesh. Mrs. Meyer removed her her blouse, giving me free access to her boobs. I almost forgot that I was still wearing girls underwear. “You’ve been naughty,” she said. “You’ve been dressing up in my Bethany’s pretty underclothes. That’s not what boys are supposed to do. I’m going to have to spank you. Bend over.”

I had never been into discipline, but I couldn’t resist the big tittied vixen. I bent over, putting my hands on Bethany’s bed. I felt the palm of Mrs. Meyer’s hand slap loudly against my silk-covered butt. I let out a small moan. She slapped me again. The pain felt delicious.

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Sit down.” I sat down on the bed as Mrs. Meyer began to remove her skirt. She stood in front of me, tall and proud, in matching black bra and panties with a garter belt to hold up the black stockings. She was a dark mistress with her sissy boy dressed in pink frilly panties. “Now how do I teach a little boy who can’t keep in his own clothes?”

Honestly, I shouldn’t been surprised at what happened next. Mrs. Meyer pulled aside the front of her panties and out popped her dick. I finally understood what Bethany had meant when she said her father was “gone.” I gazed in wonder at the cock, which was even bigger than Bethany’s. “I know you love girls’ dicks,” said Mrs. Meyer, “so that’s what you’re going to get. Bend over.”