"Oh God, is that the time?" I gasped, glancing at the clock on the far side of Ariel's living room. "My mom is gonna murder me." My friends chuckled around me, the smell of alcohol strong on all of us.

"Oh Rapunzel," Elsa slurred, her face flushed, "such a mommy's girl."

Anna gave her sister a light slap on the arm. "Elsa, don't be mean," the freckled girl chided.

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry, girls. I can't hang around. Gotta get home before my mom decided to lock me in a tower so I can never miss my curfew again. I've already got three missed calls and half a dozen messages. You'll be lucky if you see me alive tomorrow."

"Come on, Punz. You've had things to drink, you shouldn't be driving. Just stay the night. My parents are out of town, your mom will understand," Ariel protested as I rose to my feet and gathered my things.

"Okay, firstly, yeah she's chill but I shouldn't. I don't wanna make her mad. I've never made her super angry and that is not something I want to test today." I grabbed my backpack and swung it over my shoulder. "And secondly, I'm not nearly as wasted as you guys. And plus, I rode my bike. I'll be okay."

Mulan, the only truly sober one, got up and led me to the door. "At least you don't have Asian flush. If I was drunk, there's no way I'd be able to hide it from my mom. If you have a mint before your mom sees you, maybe you can get away with it."

I shrugged. "Maybe. I've really gotta run. See you guys around!" The girls waved back at me as I left Ariel's house, Elsa saying something I can't quite hear which sent them giggling. I glanced at my phone as I got on my bike. It was the same bike I learned to ride on, Iduna's old purple one. The brisk winter air chilled me to the bone, but to be frank, I was in too much of a panicked adrenaline rush to notice. Oh no, 1%. Quickly, I called my mom back.

"Rapunzel? Where are you?"

"I'm really sorry, Mom. My phone's gonna die soon so we might get cut off," I began to pedal, my phone lodged between my shoulder and ear. "I'm still at Ariel's, where I said I would be. We just lost track of time. I'm riding back now."

"This is not okay, young lady. Your curfew was nearly half an hour ago. Ten o'clock. I thought we'd been clear on that."

"I know, I know. I'm on my way back. Should be there in around ten minutes."

"You better hurry back before-" just then, the line cut off. I looked at my phone's black screen, the dead battery symbol flashing back at me mockingly before I shoved it back in my pocket.

One darkly lit bike ride later, I made it back to my house, navigating the curving crescent road with ease. I parked my bike on the side of the garage before unlocking the main door, hoping that I would be able to sneak past my mom and hole up in my room until morning.

"Rapunzel, get in here please."

I couldn't.

Her voice rang out from the kitchen, so I reluctantly joined her there, trying not to stumble too much. My legs were really shaky from the speed of my ride. Mom was waiting in the dimly lit kitchen, her foot tapping impatiently on the tiled floor. A near empty bottle of wine and a near empty glass sat on the counter. She was sporting a faint red blush from what I assumed was the alcohol which set her cheeks alight.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked.

"Take a guess," she replied, drumming her fingers on the marble countertop.

"No?" I said hopefully.

"Take another guess."

"Mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to miss my curfew but we were having a really good time and I forgot to keep track. I was where I said I would be and with who I said I would be with the entire time."

She stepped closer to me, her eyes sweeping me up and down. I noticed her sniffing the air intently. Immediately, I knew she'd be able to smell the alcohol on my breath. "You've been drinking," she stated.

I glanced at the wine. "So have you."

"I'm an adult," she argued.

"So am I," I retaliated.

"Don't talk back to your mother," she said firmly.

Holding my tongue, I stood there shifting my weight between my feet as she stared at me. It was unsettling to say the least. She had a right to be angry, but I had never seen her like that ever.

"Right. You've broken your curfew four times this month. Each time, I've told you off but that doesn't seem to be doing enough. You need a more severe punishment."

That seemed kind of unfair as two out of the four times, I'd only been five minutes late and those were mainly because of traffic but I didn't dare argue. I looked at her curiously, not sure where she was going with this.

"Bend over."

My cheeks blushed a deep scarlet, "Mom, what the heck."

"You heard me young lady," she tapped the kitchen counter, her bright green eyes boring into me. "Don't keep me waiting any longer."

On the one hand, I didn't want to have to admit defeat and submit. I was a headstrong person. But on the other hand, I knew that Mom was too. It would have been a sheer battle of willpower and it could have gone on forever if neither of us gave in, so swallowing my pride, I reluctantly bent over the kitchen counter. The marble was cool enough to be felt through the soft material of my dress, sending goosebumps up and down my arms.

I could sense Mom's looming presence. "I never got to do this with you as a child so I never found out if it was effective. We'll find that out now, I suppose." A soft gasp escaped me when she hiked up my dress, revealing my legs and panties. Usually I'd wear boxers, but I had been in a rush so I just threw the first thing on that I could find. This meant that I was feeling very restricted.

"One spank for each curfew missed." Before I had the chance to even process what she had said, Mom's hand came down on my right ass cheek, the sharp sound of the slap reverberating around the room, bouncing off the walls. She didn't strip me entirely, but I could still feel the biting sting through the thin cotton.

My heart was racing and I hissed through gritted teeth when the second strike landed, this time on the left side. Each spank brought with it a lingering tingling sensation. It was uncomfortable but not unbearable. If anything, it was exciting.

God, did I seriously just think that?

The third strike was on the right side again. The already burning skin stung even more after being gone over twice and it elicited a small whimper from me. Every slap had Mom releasing a sharp exhale, quick and brief through her nostrils. I knew it would have hurt her too. I imagined that her usually pale, soft palm was red and tingling from the force of each onslaught.

By the last blow, I didn't know how to feel. Though, something between my legs which I prayed my mom hadn't noticed was giving me a pretty good idea.

"Go to your room. Now," she ordered firmly, fixing my dress back again so I was decent. I didn't dare to look back at her as I hurried off to my room, shutting the door behind me quickly. I heard Mom's door open and shut too, indicating she had turned in for the night.

Frustrated, confused, and frankly pretty horny, I swiftly stripped, wrapped myself in a towel and made my way to the bathroom. I had the water run a little cold to ward off the erection between my legs which was throbbing and begging for attention and hoped it would just go away on it's own.

'"Okay, Rapunzel," I said to myself, rubbing shampoo into my hair, "regroup your thoughts. What exactly is going on right now? Well, for starters, Mom is crazy when she's drunk. Maybe she's not drunk drunk, but certainly tipsy. I never expected her to ever lay a hand on me like that but not that I didn't like it because I did but is that crazy and does that make me crazy too? Granted, spanking does get some people sexually excited, I know that much, but this is Mom I'm talking about. I mean… surely this isn't normal. Yes, she's seen what I'm packing and I've seen what she herself is playing with but…"

Grumbling in exasperation, I towelled off, my boner still very prominent. "Fine then," I groaned, laying naked on my bed with a box of tissues nearby,

Shutting my eyes, I tried to picture something to help me get off. Watching porn online never really did anything for me since my body was so different and I just couldn't see myself in any positions they presented. My mind settled on thinking of some generic celebrity I had seen in a raunchy magazine a few weeks ago. Satisfied for the moment, I wrapped my hand around my pulsing member. It was veiny and just a little too thick to wrap around with one hand, but I managed. Using the drops of precum as lubricant, I worked my hand up and down the shaft, getting myself more and more worked up.

Small whimpers escaped from my lips which were sealed tight to try and remain quiet. While my right hand worked on jerking myself off, my other hand gravitated to my bare breasts, feeling myself up by kneading the soft flesh and pinching the erect nipples. I could feel my balls begin to churn, my release getting closer.

"Oh…" That hoarse groan wasn't me.

Straining my ears, I feel a deep blush spread across my cheeks. That can't be what I think it is. But it was. It definitely was.

Just on the other side of the wall, there was a faint buzzing sound. It sounded electric, mechanical, but it also was coupled with the very organic sound of moaning.

How was my life literally beginning to unfold like some poorly planned out fan fiction?

It was Mom. It had to be. Because no one else was in the house. Unless a robber broke in and decided to start masturbating which was highly unlikely.

"Fuck..."

Yep. Definitely Mom. Definitely doing things.

Why here? Why now? Maybe I wasn't the only one turned on by our brief and frankly inappropriate spanking session. Maybe she had a reason for doing it.

My mind got ahead of me, outrunning any and all logic. Before I even knew it, the woman I was picturing in my mind was Mom. Her beautiful face, her picture perfect figure, her voice that could get me excited at the slightest moan. This was made even more evident when her moans through the walls gradually grew louder, resonating in my ears. My hands made quick work of my erection, my left hand drifting downwards to give my balls some much needed attention.

Just my hands weren't enough. Even though it was so wrong, so taboo, I imagined it was Mom. What would have happened if she noticed how hard I was in the kitchen? I imagined her flipping me onto my back, knocking the wind out of me and pinning me down under her seductive gaze. I would be frozen, unable to move as she took me in, the tent under my panties threatening to rip a hole right through them.

"You seem pretty restricted there," she would say, using her fingers to walk casually up and down my bare thigh, the nails scratching just enough to keep me wanting. "Would you like Mommy to help you with that?"

I would whimper, nodding frantically, watching her laugh at my expense. Her fingers would delicately hook around the elastic band but not move further. Her green eyes would meet mine, ablaze with lust. But Mom would take her time, knowing the power she had over me.

"Please, Mom," I would beg, getting an invisible thrill from the way her name left my lips.

"Oh, you poor baby," she would taunt, leaning over to land feather light kisses on my constricted region. Her lips would feel so soft through the thin cotton. After what feels like minutes, she would slowly, teasingly pull my panties down, letting them dangle at my ankles. My erection would point upwards at the sky, proudly like a flagpole. Mom would stifle an impressed gasp, trying to keep the control on her side.

Not like I would be in any state to challenge her.

"You've been such a naughty girl tonight," she would say, tutting under her breath. Her fingers would grace the shaft, touching me but just barely. My hips would buck at the slightest bit of contact, desperate to feel something, anything.

"You want your mommy to touch you, don't you? To feel you, to stroke you, to blow you until you're cumming all over her."

Speech would evade me, my mouth gone dry. My helpless eyes would do all the talking, the wordless begging, the silent request. A sly smirk would tug at the corner of her lips and she would give me a moment of respite, allowing her slender fingers to curl around the shaft. "Such a thick one," she would whisper, her arousal dripping off each syllable. Her fingers wouldn't be able to wrap around it entirely, and she would instead have to opt to rotate her hand so every inch of me is taken care of.

"Mom…" I whimpered under my breath, my hand a blur, bringing me closer and closer. In the next room over, I could hear her moans getting louder. This might be just my arousal talking, but I swear I could practically hear the sloppy wet noises of her fingers in her most intimate area, pushing her buttons.

A naughty part of me wished it were my fingers instead of hers.

Back in my mind, Mom would increase the pace of her strokes. My balls would rhythmically hit the back of her hand, each slap reverberating around the room. "I think my little girl is quite enjoying this," Her voice would run off my ears like silk, so sexy, so seductive. "Would you like me to use my tongue?" she would continue, biting her bottom lip.

Again, my expression would say it all. Mom would smile, entirely aware of the effect she had on me, reading my mind and knowing exactly what I wanted. She would lower her head, her breath coming out ragged. It would tickle my shaft, the warmth a clear indicator of how close she is.

Closer than any mother should be with her daughter.

Her lips would part and her pink tongue would snake its way out, getting closer and closer until she's close enough to take a long lick from the base of my shaft to the tip.

A low grunt escaped me as I exploded, barely able to grab a tissue and catch every drop of my release. It was the most I had ever cum in my life up to that point, five thick streams of cum shooting out from the tip. I had to bite down hard on my spare pillow to muffle my screams of pleasure. Once I'd calmed down, I sank back into the mattress, my chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to catch my breath.

Mom had fallen silent in the next room, leaving me with the impression that she too had satisfied herself. I wondered if she was thinking of me too. It couldn't have been a coincidence that we both did this after the spanking incident between us. Could she hear me like I could hear her? The logical part of me wanted to push these desires deep deep down inside of me. Take every taboo thought I had about my own mother by blood and chuck them out the window. Box them up and ship them all the way to North Carolina and beyond. But a naughty part of me wanted to believe she knew exactly what she was doing, and that my "punishment" was purely Mom trying to get out some of her own pent up sexual tension. And that naughty side had more power.

Trying to push away my alcohol induced irrational thoughts, I pulled on a sleeping shirt and resigned to just sleep it off.

Maybe I'll be thinking straight in the morning.

XXX

Sunlight streamed through the parted curtains that I never bothered to close the night before. Though that wasn't what woke me. The faint knocking at my door did.

"Rapunzel, honey? Are you awake?" Mom's soft voice rang through the wood.

I slowly stirred, trying to rip myself from my sleepy haze. My eyes opened, breaking apart the bits of dirt that tried to seal them shut. Surveying the area, I pushed the small trash bin full of cum soaked tissues aside, shutting the lid to keep them hidden. "Yeah?" I mumbled sleepily.

"Can I come in?" she asked. I hesitated for the briefest of moments. Oh, this is it. Mom's going to confront me. She heard me moaning her name last night, she saw my very obvious erection. This life was nice while it lasted. Time to pack up my things and move back in with Cass.

"Sure."

The silver handle turned, gleaming in the sunlight before the door creaked open. Mom looked as if she'd been up for a while already. Her face was washed, her hair freshly combed and tied up in a bun with a few wisps of brunette locks escaping their constraints. She kept herself well covered, wearing sweatpants and a thick hoodie. Was it intentional? Was it her subconsciously trying to make it clear to both of us that nothing can happen between us?

Mom sat herself at the edge of my bed, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. "Did you sleep okay?" she asked.

"Fine."

We were both quiet for a moment. I didn't know exactly where to look, so I settled upon fixing my gaze on her hands. She was wringing them out of what I assumed were nerves.

"I'm so sorry," Mom sighed. "About last night. I shouldn't have done what I did. It was wrong of me." The spanking or the very audible masturbation session straight after?

"You were just drunk."

"That's no excuse. You may be my daughter, but you're an adult in your own right. I guess I just have to accept the fact that you've grown up without me. I can't treat you like a little girl anymore." Her voice bore a wistful tone and her face wore a sad smile. "But I wish you had said something."

"I recall saying 'Mom, what the heck'."

"Honey, don't let anyone treat you like that. Even though I'm your mother, it wasn't right of me and I should have been better. Should have set a better example for you. For you to know how you're meant to let people treat you, and where to draw the line." Mom reached out, taking my hands in hers. I met her gaze and her eyes looked so apologetic. "Can you forgive me?"

"Mom, I… of course I can forgive you," I gave her a comforting smile. "I… you… I know you didn't mean it. Yeah, drinking isn't an excuse but I know you wouldn't want to actually hurt me. You want what's best for me, and last night, you just weren't expressing it the best. But it's okay. It's in the past and I've definitely learnt my lesson. I think we both have."

Mom came forward and trapped me in a hug, one hand around my shoulders and the other with her fingers threaded through my hair. "I love you so much," she whispered, pulling me closer.

"I love you too, Mom." In a way that I shouldn't.

She pulled away, a small blush on her cheeks. "Oh, by the way, I wanted to ask. I knew you took a shower last night after… everything, but after, you didn't… hear anything from my room, did you?"

Why is she asking this now? "Nope," I lied, "why?"

"Oh nothing," she shrugged casually. "I was just… watching a movie... and after that I realised I might have been a bit loud… the movie, I mean."

"No, yeah, you were fine. Don't worry. I didn't hear a thing." I wondered if I was any better of a liar than she was.

"Okay, well I'll let you get up properly. I'm going to be in the city until late tonight to sort some things out for an exhibition. I've thought about it, and as long as you text or call me beforehand to let me know when you'll be home and stick to it, no more curfews from me. You're too old for that now."

I breathed a sigh of relief, partially because of my newfound freedom and partially because the conversation didn't go in the direction I feared it was going. "Thanks Mom. And don't worry. I'll always keep you in the loop."

"You need to finish packing soon as well. We're due to fly off with Iduna and her girls tomorrow. Is there anything last minute you need to get?"

Right. The trip. I shook my head firmly. "I'm good for now, Mom. I can always run into town if there's anything else. Anna is around my size as well and she said I can borrow some of her warmer things if I need it."

Mom got up and gave me a kiss on the cheek before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

That was it. Something deep inside me knew none of what happened the night before could be a coincidence. I couldn't deny the fact any longer. I had a crush on my mom. A very massive one.

But did she feel the same about me? She must have. Because of not, why would she let her gaze linger when she walked in on me changing before? Why would she send me to find something for her with her toys so very accessible and not at all tucked away hidden? Why would she spank me and then masturbate immediately after?

I should tell her. I should be the one to bite the bullet and do it. Otherwise this could just drag on forever. And if she doesn't feel the same… what's the worst that could happen? Would she kick me out? Would she move as far away from me as possible? Is this even worth it?

My mind couldn't take it. The aimless wandering of will I won't I. I had to talk to someone I could trust. Grabbing my phone off the bedside table, I immediately knew who to call. She was definitely awake, so I knew she'd answer. The monotonous beeping only went on for a few seconds before she picked up, but it still felt excruciatingly slow considering how on edge I was.

"Hi, Rapunzel, how are you?" Cass' cheery voice brought me a lot of comfort. I could feel myself physically relaxing just from the familiarity of it.

"I'm okay, how are you? How are Hiro and Tadashi?" I tried to make small talk, trying to put off what I really wanted to talk about.

"Oh, they're alright." I imagined what Cass would be doing. Judging from the time, she would have probably just reached the office, a thermos of tea in one hand, her stack of paperwork in the other. She would dump everything down, balancing her phone between the side of her head and her shoulder while her hands worked on arranging everything.

"I just got into the office." Called it. "We're all fine. I'm working on another case, a very sweet boy. He's really into time travel and Hiro and Tadashi are able to tell him a lot about the science behind it. The boys are in school overnight for the next few days, some inter university camp." I could hear her typing away at her keyboard. "Anyway, what's up?"

"Nothing much... I guess…"

Her typing slowed. "You hesitated."

I blushed furiously. "N-no I didn't."

"Yes you did. And now you're stuttering. I know that tone." Just like Cass to see right through me even when she couldn't physically see me.

"Really, I'm okay-"

"Rapunzel…"

"Okay, okay, I'm not okay!" I submitted. "I've just had a lot of stuff on my mind and I wanted to be able to talk things through with someone. Get an outside perspective. You're one of the people I trust most in the world, so you seemed like the obvious choice."

"Of course." Her voice sounded so nurturing, "lay it on me."

"Well, I…" my voice trailed off. "It's about…" words failed me. "I…" God, Rapunzel, what is wrong with you? Just spit it out! "Actually, this might be something I need to talk about face to face." Way to drag out your suffering, genius. "Can I come over sometime soon? Actually, no. Sorry. I… I can work this out, it's fine. You get back to work and I'll just-"

"Stop." The sound of typing was gone. "I'm always here to help you, even if it's just a quick chat. Come by this evening. I should be back at around five. I don't expect to be late but if I am, Abigail has the spare keys and can let you in."

"Are you sure? I don't want to trouble you for nothing."

Her smile could be heard through the phone. "Positive."

A/N - Hello dear reader! I hope you enjoyed this chapter with a little bit of added smut. Was it really Arianna who Rapunzel heard or was her mind playing tricks on her? What will Cass and Rapunzel talk about in the next chapter? I've wanted to have this upcoming conversation between Cass and Rapunzel since the beginning and I'm really anxious to know what you guys think of it. It will be out soon, but until then, stay safe wherever you are :)