Jill texted me about mid-day, ‘Can you stop by on your way home?’

I replied, ‘Sure. See you about 5p’. I was a bit puzzled by the request. Usually her invitations for carnal frolics were mid-evening, timed to coincide with my relatively frequent evening walk through the neighborhood.

I arrived at Jill’s and walked around to the back door. She led me into the living room, taking a seat on the couch and motioning for me to sit in an easy chair across from her. She must have seen my quizzical expression and noted, “The girls are out with friends. I don’t expect them home until their curfew at ten.”

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well, this morning I noticed a pregnancy test in the trash - thankfully negative,” Jill replied. “I asked the girls as to who was concerned about being pregnant, if they were using protection, and, if not, why? At first I just wanted to discuss it like grown adults but they kinda stonewalled me and I started to get angry. I began to think of fellows they knew and you being new, single and close-by got into my head. I asked if either had been with you and Sophia giggled but neither would say anymore. I kinda lost my temper and threatened that if they weren’t going to be more responsible and communicative, there would be painful results. They maintained their code of silence and I followed through on my ultimatum and paddled them both - concluding just moments before their friends arrived. I had been kinda hoping their friends would show-up and embarrass the girls further having their friends watch as I spanked their bare butts.”

“Well, it wasn’t me,” I disclosed but kept quiet about our other hijinks as none of that would have prompted any worry about pregnancy.

“I suspect none of you are telling me the whole story. Plus, I want to emphasize that if you’re gonna put your cock into anyone in this family, it should be me,” Jill replied. “I’m gonna give you a spanking just like the girls got cuz I don’t really believe you’re being totally honest with me. Get over here.” She beckoned me to her right side and quickly lowered my slacks and boxers.

I was quite hard from the talk about sex and spanking, particularly since it had evoked memories of the recent stroke, suck and spank shenanigans with her daughters. “I have ideas on where to put that after I redden your backside,” she teased, tapping my erection with an enormous wooden spoon. She hauled me across her lap and had me set a three minute timer on my phone. When the timer chimed, my ass felt like I had backed into a red-hot stove.

She had me stand and gave my cock a few strokes, and guided my hand onto her breast. After a minute or so of fondling, she stood, turned, lowered her yoga pants and bend forward slightly. I approached her and she guided me inside her. I did not take long before I was on the verge of climax. “I’m gonna cum,” I warned.

“Fill me up,” she replied, pressing back against me as she rubbed her clit and I emptied inside her.