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"Hello earth to Mr. Dion?"

Jumping at the sound of my name I looked up to see the professor staring at me.

"Umm Yes Mrs. Richards?" I asked.

"Well Mr. Dion, my initial question was; 'are you paying attention', and I believe you just answered that."

"Sorry Mrs. Richards." I said lamely, feeling myself blush a little as several of the other students around me laughed.

"You will be if you don't pass the exam on Friday Billy," Mrs. Richards said shaking her head. "I know US History isn't part of your major but credits are credits."

"Yes ma'am."

Fortunately Mrs. Richards let it go at that and returned back to discussing the always exciting subject of Manifest Destiny. I sighed and jumped again as a paperclip hit my hand. I looked to the left and saw my best friend Jeff looking over at me smirking. As I looked at him he nodded his head, and pointing past me, winked and whispered;

"Don't blame you Bill, she's hot!"

I nodded in agreement, and turning my head, looked over at the 'she' Jeff had been referring to. Sitting one seat up from me to my right was Miranda James, and as Jeff had said, she was damn hot. Of course Jeff had been right about me day dreaming over Miranda, I mean who wouldn't? Miranda was tall, blond, tan, and had legs that went forever. Currently Miranda was showing off those legs quite well, wearing a tiny pair of denim shorts, that when she stood, barely covered the cheeks of her perfect little heart shaped ass. What Jeff, and pretty much everyone else, would be wrong about however was exactly which parts of Miranda's amazing body I was staring at.

If you were to follow my eyes one would think I was looking at her legs, which don't get me wrong were more than worth checking out and I had, but the focus of my attention was at the end of those long legs. What I really had my eye on was Miranda's incredibly sexy feet. I tried not to look, as it would only drive me crazy, but I couldn't help it. I was drawn to those tan perfectly shaped feet, with their bright red toe nail polish, like a moth to a flame. Making matters worse was that Miranda had slid her feet out of the straps of her sandals and had her toes pressed into the shoe with her feet up in the air. This left me staring at the smooth white soles of her feet and the extremely vivid image of me lying on the floor and licking the bottom of them.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, as my hard cock was bending painfully in my jeans. To make matters worse, at that moment, Miranda decided to not only cross her legs under her desk, but to dangle the sandal off of the edge of her toe. With an act of will I forced myself to turn and face the front of the class before I popped off in my jeans. I closed my eyes and shook my head as if physically trying to get the image of sucking on Miranda's red toes out of my mind.

For those of you who do not have one, which is most people I suppose, a foot fetish is not an easy thing to deal with. Most guys, and don't get me wrong me as well, are obsessed with girls tit's and asses and will stare whenever they can. The difference there is you can't actually see anything and can only imagine so much, but feet? Well in the warm weather which is what we were in now the girls had their bare feet on full display and it was driving me crazy. Sexy strappy sandals, heels that are so high they are uncomfortable; ankle bracelets, toe rings, and of course pedicures to keep those pretty little feet nice and soft for when they are up on their man's shoulders or chest. Better yet for when they were wrapped around a nice hard...

I was doing it again! Oh well, I thought at least I was doing a good job of not thinking of where my fetish started and whose feet I was attracted to the most. After all a foot fetish seemed strange enough to some people, but if they ever knew it was my own mother's feet that had instilled it in me it would be off to therapy I'd go! Stop that! I yelled at myself again as I immediately pushed the image of my mother's black stocking clad feet and pretty little toes out of my mind.

I'm sure part of the reason my fetish was so frustrating was because I had never been able to properly satisfy it. I'd been fixated with feet since well before I'd started having sex and still had yet to really explore my passion for them. Of course seeing that indeed, my love of feet had started with my mother, I tried to avoid thinking about any scenario that involved her, although admittedly lately it had been a losing battle. Pushing that from my mind before unwanted images began forming; I went back to thinking how I was too embarrassed to mention it to my first couple of girlfriends. In hindsight this was kind of stupid, as who knew maybe they might have let me play. Instead I would use any excuse I could find to rub their feet, and then after I was all hot and bothered just fuck them while I thought about their feet.

Even then, I would find positions to have their feet up on my shoulders or close to my face. Occasionally I would turn my head and give their foot or toe a quick kiss which would get a giggle out of them but I avoided licking and sucking on them the way I really wanted too. Sometimes when I would have sex doggy style I would try to look back over my shoulder at the soles of their feet facing up while they were on their knees and imagine cumming right there in their cupped feet. That thought alone would usually cause me to fuck them harder and faster and as I was spraying my cum over their ass or deep inside of them would have the image of their cum coated toes in my head. So far the closest I had gotten to satisfying my fantasies had been with Julie.

Julie and I had started going out when we met at our freshmen year at the University of Rhode Island, and after we had been together for a year, I had finally decided to fess up about how much her feet turned me on. Julie looked at me like I was a little weird but said that I always made her feel good so she would let me play. I was beside myself and after giving her a long foot rub with strawberry scented lotion got down on my knees and started kissing, licking and sucking on her cute little toes. I was hard as a rock but whenever I looked up Julie had an odd look on her face, as if she were embarrassed for me. I continued, hoping to get her into it, and after kneeling between her legs, took her feet and placed them around my cock.

Julie's feet were still a little moist from the lotion and my cock slid easily through them as I started thrusting my hips. I couldn't believe it! I was actually fucking her feet! I looked up again and saw Julie watching but still with that look of 'are you k**ding?' on her face. I felt bad she wasn't into it, but certainly was not going to stop having gotten this far. Admittedly it was a turn off seeing she was not excited and I started to look back towards her adorable little feet around my fairly sizable cock. Just as I started to turn away however I had an instant visual of my mother's face looking down into her lap her eyes wide with lust and her lips parted as she panted and moaned while my father...

I immediately looked back to Julie's feet and started fucking them faster and harder trying to get off, figuring that once I came and fulfilled my fantasy those sick thoughts would finally fade from my mind. I was just starting to breathe hard when Julie asked;

"You're not going to cum are you Billy?" As I slowed and looked at her, she opened her legs showing off her pretty little pussy that had just a little bit of blonde hair over it and continued; "You'd rather do that then fuck me?"

I all but rolled my eyes as I had deliberately taken my time going down on her and getting her off nice and hard so that I could do this and she didn't lose out. In hindsight I suppose I should have kept going, but as I stared at her she batted her baby blue eyes and pushed her lips out in the pout that always got her what she wanted from me. That pout that was so much like the one my mother used to use on my father anytime she wanted something. Of course Julie knew that it was the other things her lips could do that made me fall for it, which had made me start to wonder what my mother's had been doing that she got whatever she wanted.

Shutting that out, I reluctantly removed my cock from between Julie's delightfully sticky feet, and sliding up between her legs, slipped my cock inside of her admittedly very warm and inviting pussy. I had been close while fucking her feet, but the disappointment of having to stop coupled with my mind beginning to wander into uninvited territory had slowed me up somewhat. Julie had sighed happily and wrapped her arms and legs around me as I began to slowly fuck her the way she liked it; missionary and boring. After a couple of minutes Julie dropped her legs from my waist and I felt her feet land flat on my calves.

I instantly pictured them there and loved the way they felt. I started fucking her harder and she started to raise her legs, but I whispered in her ear to leave her feet where they were. This Julie was happy to go along with, as it meant I was still fucking her. A few seconds later I got braver and asked her to curl her toes. Julie giggled and started doing as I asked; curling then releasing her toes on my legs. Each time she did it I gasped and started fucking her harder. Julie was gasping as well then added to my excitement by raising her legs just enough to wiggle her feet back and forth. That was enough to send me over the edge, and as I felt my cum racing through my cock I started to pull back planning on cumming all over Julie's feet like she had said she would let me do sometime. As I began to slide out Julie grabbed my shoulders and holding onto me moaned;

"Oh please inside Billy! It feels sooo good!"

Julie was on the pill, and in reality how could I say no to that? So, envisioning Julie's pretty painted toes the entire time, I came hard sending what seemed like a tremendous amount of cum into Julie's hot little box.

I came back to earth, and all but slapped myself in the head at that point, as that little replay had done little to quell the raging hard on in my pants. At least if I was still going with Julie I could get some relief but she had started complaining that between school, my part time job as a waiter at Olive Garden, and doing things around the house to help out my mother, that I had no time for her. The job and school she understood but Julie always got upset when it came down to me needing to keep up the yard or the house. In our final argument I had told her that since my father passed away two years ago my mother was working two jobs and what was I supposed to do ask Mom to mow the damn lawn too? Julie had ended it with calling me a momma's boy and that I preferred my mother to her. In fact her last ridiculously bratty remark had been "Let's see who you prefer when you get horny!" Well on that note...

The ringing of the final bell mercifully cut off that train of thought and I practically jumped out of my seat and all but ran out of the classroom causing Jeff to call out behind me;

"Hey Billy, pool tonight! I'll be there at six!"

After waving to him over my shoulder I exited the building, and after walking halfway across the parking lot, smiled at my car as I approached it. The car, a perfectly restored 1969 Firebird was not only my pride and joy because it was gorgeous but because it had been the last thing Dad had given to me. Four years ago my father had been diagnosed with liver cancer. After the first year although he was still functioning the long term prognosis had not been good. Deciding to enjoy the time he had left dad had bought the Firebird which had always been his dream car and the two of us spent a lot of time together fixing it up. A year later, at my high school graduation at which point my father could barely get out of bed most days, he presented me with the keys saying that at least he had something cool to leave me.

As I got into the car and started it, deliberately giving it a lot of gas to hear the engine roar, I sighed as I felt that familiar pang of sadness go through me. After two years I was past the point of getting teary eyed on a regular basis but it still hit me that my father's life had been cut short at the age of forty four. Pulling out into the street I glanced into the rear view mirror and as URI disappeared behind me I thought that dad had left me a lot more than the car; his life insurance policy and my mother's selflessness was paying for my education.

Dad's policy had been enough to pay off the house which of course is what he wanted. This way all mom would be left to pay was taxes and the usual stuff and she would be able to live there the rest of her life. Mom however, seeing that I hadn't qualified for much scholarship money had taken the money and put it into an account to pay for all four years of my college. Because she had done that mom was currently working two jobs. During the week she worked as a paralegal and Friday and Saturday night's she waitressed at a cocktail lounge. I felt terrible and had gotten the job at Olive Garden against her wishes so I could help pay for a few things here and there.

This was also the reason I went out of my way to do anything that needed to be done around the house. As it was mom worked Monday through Saturday and usually spent Sunday running errands and eventually passing out on the couch to rest up for another week. How could I not help? Apparently I was supposed to spend my time catering to a spoiled little brat like Julie. On that note however, I certainly wouldn't mind having said brat around right now to relieve a little frustration. Instead I was heading home to the internet and my hand, then again, on the plus side at least my hand didn't whine and ask for things.

I arrived home, went up to my room, and tossing my books on the bed, went over to my desk. After putting my cell down where I could reach it, I flipped my lap top open. While the computer booted up I unzipped my jeans, and sliding them and my underwear down, logged onto the internet to find some inspiration. I clicked on the favorites tab and scrolled down to where I had several porn sites bookmarked. I passed over a couple of standard ones and went further down to where I had several foot job videos saved. After staring at Miranda's feet for close to forty five minutes I felt it only fitting that I got off to a hot foot video. God only knew it might be the closest I ever came to seeing my cum on a pair of sexy feet.

I was just ready to click on one when my eyes wandered down to the next site; Taboo tales; real Mother's seduce their sons! I hesitated and cursed myself for not deleting that site like I kept saying I was going to. As my finger tapped the mouse nervously I began playing the game with myself; the same game I'd been playing for months. My first reaction was to get rid of the site and watch a good foot video, after all sex with one's mother was a pretty sick subject. Of course immediately on the heels of that thought was the justification of; hey if it were that uncommon would there be sex sites about it? Never mind the endless stories dedicated to mother son sex on erotica sites. After all wasn't that what all types of porn were; harmless fantasy?

In the end I didn't know why I bothered; it's not like I already didn't know how this would end. With a sigh of resignation I clicked on the link, and as the site came up, instantly felt my cock begin to stir as my eyes scanned the trailers that were on the first page of the site. I lingered on one still of a mother on her knees, looking up into her son's astonished face as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth. I almost clicked on it but kept scanning. Like the game I had played with whether or not I would go into the site, I already knew exactly which video I wanted, the same one I'd been watching for the last two weeks.

I found it on the second page and clicking on it leaned back, putting my hand around my cock which was already hard in anticipation. The video began with a guy on his bed watching a porn and jerking off much like I was. The door opened and his mother came in and began yelling at him. I wasn't paying any attention to the dialogue but had begun to stroke my cock as the mom in the video approached the bed and opening her robe exposed herself to her son. My breathing began to get heavier as I watched the mother crawl up onto the bed and between her son's legs. The camera zoomed in on her and I moaned softly as this is what really made this my favorite video. The woman in the video closely resembled my own mother, same long brown hair, big brown eyes and very full inviting lips.

My hand sped up on my cock as the woman smiled and began teasing her soft pink tongue around the head of her son's cock. He moaned and I moaned with him, as the mother let out a delightfully wicked giggle and told the son to tell her what he wanted. After some really bad pretending of not wanting it the son finally whimpered;

"Mom, would you please suck on my cock?"

I moaned almost as loud as the idiot in the movie as with a wink his mother slowly, teasingly; an inch at a time took his cock all the way down to its base. Sliding it back out she said;

"What's the matter honey, didn't know your mom loved to suck cock?"

With that she began sucking it faster and harder, deep throating him and moaning every time her son's cock was buried in her throat. I could feel myself getting ready to cum and deliberately slowed myself down so I could watch a little more of the video. The mother stopped sucking, and sitting up on the bed, held up her small but perky tits. Her son sat up, and eagerly began to suck on them, as she reached down and stroked his cock. My hand picked up speed as it was getting to my favorite part. The mother lied back and slowly spread her legs. After bending his head to go down on her, the son slid up on his knees, and with a loud groan, slid his cock into his mother's pussy. Here it comes I thought as I started jerking even faster. The mother raised her legs and put them on her son's shoulders. Turning his head, he kissed the side of her foot, then opening his mouth started to flick his tongue across his mother's toes. I was panting hard and could once again feel my cock getting ready to explode. On the video the mom put her other foot up to her son's lips and...

My cell phone rang.

I jumped so hard I almost went over backwards in my chair, barely catching the edge of the table with my hand. Looking over at the phone, I saw it was mom calling, and instantly felt dirty as all hell. Reaching out I grabbed the phone and answered it quickly before it went to voicemail.

"Hey mom!" I answered.

"Hi hon, hey are you okay?" Mom asked.

"Yeah," I said realizing I sounded winded. "I...I had to run for the phone."

"Are you sure Billy?" Mom asked. "Is that all you were doing?"

"Umm well yeah." I said a little nervously as I looked over and saw the video still playing. "Why?"

Just checking." Mom laughed and I smiled; mom had a very lighthearted laugh and I loved listening to it."Thought maybe Julie might have come to her senses and you were being a bad boy."

Well the bad boy part she had right I thought before answering.

"No mom I told you Julie and I are all done." I reached over and shut the video off and asked; "Is everything okay?"

"Oh yeah sorry Billy, I was busy busting you up and almost forgot why I called." Mom paused then continued in the adorable little girl voice she would use whenever she needed something done. "Billy honey? Would you do your mom a huge favor before I get home?"

I'd rather do you a huge favor after you get home I thought, the image of the video still etched into my brain, but responded.

"What do you need mom?"

"The light blew out in my bedroom would you change the bulbs for me? I have some in the box in the closet."

"No problem mom. Anything for you."

"Aww aren't you sweet!" Mom laughed delightedly. "You do spoil me Billy."

"Someone should mom," I said seriously. "You deserve it."

"Thank you Billy." Mom said also sounding serious. "You really are sweet, I mean it."

Yeah real sweet I thought sitting there with my hand on my cock as I was listening to my mother talk.

"Thanks mom I'll see you soon."

'Yup I'm just leaving now."

Feeling guilty, I quickly pulled my pants back up and headed into my mother's bedroom to get the light done before she got home. I left the door open as I entered and paused as I stopped in front of her closet. Shit, why the hell did the bulbs have to be in there? Okay I told myself, just open the door, grab the bulbs, and shut the door. Mom had a large closet with sliding doors, and deliberately keeping my eyes down, I slid the door over to the right. The box with the four foot fluorescent bulbs was there in the corner and I quickly slid two out. I started to close the door when, as if they had a mind of their own, my eyes turned upwards and stared at the top shelf of the closet.

"Why the hell do I do this to myself." I muttered out loud.

Ignoring my own protests, I pulled the chain that turned on the light in the closet and stared at the contents of the shelf. The closet had to be five feet across and lined up from one end to the other were pairs of shoes. These weren't just any shoes; these were my mother's 'work shoes' as she called them. As my eyes tormented me by slowly scanning the shelf I thought that play shoes might be a bit more fitting. These were not the conservative business like shoes mom wore to the law office every day; those boring flats and short heels were on the floor of the closet. No the shoes up here were the ones she used to wear out when her and dad had their Saturday date nights, but now were the ones she wore at the cocktail lounge.

Every pair was a different color and ranged in style from four inch purple stiletto's to a pair of knee high fuck me boots that had leather ties up the back. These shoes were always worn with a very short black skirt, a blouse that matched the color of the shoes and different colored stockings. Giving up, and completely succumbing to my weakness, I reached up and removed the right shoe to my favorite pair. This was a red high heeled sandal that had leather straps that wound around the calf and tied just under the knee. These were the only pair mom wore without stockings which was probably why I liked them so much. Don't get me wrong the stockings looked incredible but so did my mother's bare thighs. Never mind the thought of there being nothing under her skirt but one of the skimpy thongs I knew she wore. Staring at the shoe I figured that over the last couple of years I had probably jerked off onto them at least a half a dozen times.

I put the shoe back up on the shelf then pulled down one of the purple stilettos. I gently caressed the top of the shoe, and closing my eyes, imagined that it was the top of my mother's soft foot. They would be in my lap and she would raise the shoe up to my face... As I envisioned it I brought the shoe up to my mouth, and feeling like a pervert, but unable to help myself licked the point of the heel. I felt my cock grow hard as I sucked the heel into my mouth and imagined my hand sliding the other shoe off of Mom's foot, and that foot lowering itself to my bare cock. My eyes popped open, and I all but threw the shoe back up onto the shelf. Just before I shut the light off I noticed the shoe was crooked and fixed it. My mother was borderline OCD and would notice something out of place right away.

Shutting the door, I sighed as I pulled the chair Mom sat in when she did her makeup away from her bureau, and stood on it to remove the frosted panel that covered her light. As I unscrewed the first bulb I thought back on how my fetish with my mother's feet had started. When I was a k** I noticed that my father would always rub mom's feet. Dad would sit in the corner of the couch and mom would stretch out with her feet in his lap. Mom would always coo happily and say how nice it felt and dad would do it for hours, sometimes just lightly caressing with his fingertips.

I never thought much of it; just figured dad was doing something nice for mom. As I got a little older however, I did start to notice little things like just how much mom seemed to be enjoying it, how some of the expressions on her face were starting to remind me of the dirty magazines I had been looking at. I also noticed how dad would now stop when I entered the room. I got my first look at what was really going on when I stood off to the side of the doorway for a few minutes one night, and watched shocked, as mom's feet were slowly rubbing back and forth on Dad's crotch. As she was doing it, I saw dad's hand wandering up the leg of her shorts at which point, afraid of being seen, I quickly turned and went back to my room.

That was nothing compared to the next time I saw them however. One night I was supposed to stay at a friend's house, but the k** got into trouble, and I had to leave around midnight. I pulled into the driveway and entered quietly through the back door figuring my parents were sleeping. As I started to head upstairs to my room I saw the tv on in the parlor and went to go tell them I was home. I had just about reached the doorway when I froze at what I saw on the couch.

Mom was wearing an extremely short red silk robe, that at the moment, was up to her hips. Her feet were once again in dad's lap except this time they were wrapped around his bare hard cock. As I watched, mom started raising and lowering her legs, causing her feet to slide up and down dad's cock. My father's hand was up between mom's legs and I could see him moving his arm back and forth. I'd been having sex myself by then and knew he was pumping his fingers in and out of mom's pussy. That thought caused me to back up a couple of steps, but I found myself unable to leave.

From the angle I was watching from I could see mom's face and I found myself unable to look away. Mom's eyes were half closed, her lips were parted and I could hear her moaning softly from where I was standing. The darkness of the hallway kept her from seeing me and I now found myself edging back closer to the doorway. Dad's other hand reached out and pulled the tie of mom's robe open, causing it to fall to the side, and my eyes widened as I saw mom's small but well shaped tits exposed. Mom groaned as dad's fingers found her right nipple and she arched her head back and let out a sigh of pleasure.

Part of my mind was telling me to leave; that this was wrong and I shouldn't be watching but I couldn't help myself. Seeing my mother stretched out and moaning like that had me...excited. With a start I realized that I had become hard as a rock while staring at my mom's tits. Just then mom raised one of her legs and pushed her toes into my father's mouth. As her leg lifted I could see up her robe and my mouth dropped open as I was presented with a clear view of my father's fingers slipping into my mother's pussy. My mother's pussy! Oh shit I thought, why was I watching this? Even from where I was standing I could see mom's pussy glistening and felt my already hard cock twitch in my pants when I saw that it was completely smooth.

I saw dad add his thumb to her pussy and mom immediately dropped her leg and clenched her thighs around his hand. Dad's hand seemed to be moving faster, and as I watched mom, let out a loud gasp, and arching her back up, tossed her head back and let out a loud squeal that caused my cock to jump in my pants. The show wasn't over yet however, as leaning her head back up, Mom sat up straighter, and once again wrapping her feet around my father's cock, began rubbing them back and forth across his hard flesh. Dad reached down, and grabbing mom's ankles, stopped her feet from moving and began bucking his hips hard. I could feel my heart pounding and my cock throbbing as I watched my father fuck my mother's feet. I didn't think I could get anymore turned on until I heard my mother say;

"Yeah baby? You like fucking my sexy little feet? You going to cum all over them for me?"

Hearing my mother talk like that was as exciting as watching what they were doing. Apparently my father thought so as well, as with loud groan, he pumped his hips hard and my eyes widened as I saw his cum begin spurting out and all over my mother's feet and toes. Mom moaned as well as she watched and the look on her face looked almost as good as her cum covered feet. I had slipped upstairs into my room and had jerked three times before going to sleep. All I could picture was my mother's feet covered in cum and that incredible look of pure lust on her face.

I shook my head as the image of mom's long lean body arched up off the couch as she had made that incredible squeal was causing my cock to swell again. I forced myself to focus on changing the bulbs, and when I had finished, slid the chair back and thought about how dad had gotten sick not to long after that causing me to forget about what I had seen. The last year however, I found myself thinking about it more and more, except suddenly the fantasy had gone from watching him with mom to me being the one she was playing with. Even when I had been with Julie there had been a couple of disturbing moments where I saw my mother, not Julie, moaning and squirming underneath me. I had even thought about talking to someone about it but felt too ashamed. Besides, I thought it's not like I was ever going to do anything with mom so maybe it was just some kind of sick fixation and I would get off it sooner than later.

Speaking of getting off, my cock was hard for about the tenth time in the last couple of hours, and I couldn't take it anymore. I had planned on going back to the computer, but as I started to walk away from the bureau, I looked down at the bottom left drawer. I knew what was in there and this time I didn't even try to talk myself out of it. Bending over and opening the drawer I let out a sigh as I looked at the dozens of pairs of different colored stockings and nylons it contained. Reaching in I picked up a hot pink thigh high, one that mom had worn last week, and the one's I had been thinking of ever since.

Walking over to mom's queen size bed, I sat down on the edge of it, and sliding my pants down my hips, wrapped the soft stocking around my cock and started sliding it up and down. I closed my eyes as I pictured mom's small soft perfectly manicured foot inside of that stocking. As I increased the speed of my stroking I envisioned that soft pink clad foot sliding across my chest and stomach. I started breathing heavier as I imagined how good her feet would look wrapped around my cock. Normally that is where my mind would stop, but this time I went further, much further. I thought of mom removing her foot from my cock, and laying back, spreading her legs and whispering;

"Come on Billy, fuck your mother, you know you want to."

I moaned and my hand started furiously pumping my cock as I saw myself slide into my mother's pussy. Mom moaned and put her stocking clad feet on my shoulders, her toes right next to my face. I turned my head, sucked her toes into my mouth, and grabbing her ankles started fucking the shit out of her.

"Oh Billy!!" She would moan.

I gasped loudly, as my cock exploded, sending a huge spurt of cum into the pink stocking. I kept stroking and my cock kept shooting. A moment later I sighed with relief, as I gave myself a couple of more pumps, and felt the last of my cum dribble into the now soaking wet stocking. I sat back panting for a minute, then looking at the cum splattered stocking, realized I would have to grab the other one and toss them into the laundry so mom wouldn't notice she only had one in the drawer. I stood up and was just starting to pull my pants up when I heard the front door creak as it began to swing open.

Holy shit! I thought as my eyes instantly found the clock and saw that it was five o'clock. The front door faced my mother's bedroom at an angle and I had left her door wide open. If she looked right at her bedroom she would be able to see me. In a panic I turned around, putting my back to the door, and zipping up my jeans. I went to shove the stocking into my pocket but just as I was I heard mom call my name I jumped so violently I dropped it.

"Billy?"

"Umm in here Mom!" I called, hoping I didn't sound as nervous as I felt.

Knowing I would never have time to pick it up, I did the only thing I could think of and kicked the stocking under the bed.

"You changed the bulbs!" Mom said as she entered the room behind me. "Thank you honey!"

"No problem mom I..." I stopped as when I turned around I found myself speechless at mom's appearance.

Normally when mom went to work, she either wore knee length skirts or slacks with a professional looking blouse or jacket and a pair of her boring every day shoes. Today however, mom was wearing a red mini skirt that barely went halfway down her thighs and showed off her extremely long well shaped legs. Mom's top consisted of a tight fitting low cut black t-shirt that hugged and flattered her smallish tits. My gaze instantly dropped down to her legs and saw that she was wearing black stockings and the ensemble was completed by a pair of black high heels that had straps that buckled behind her ankles.

"Billy? You okay?" Mom asked, causing me to realize I had been standing there staring at her.

Yeah... sure I just..." I hesitated then blurted out. "Did you go to the office like that today?"

"Hell no!" Mom said laughing. "I have a couple of personal days left over that I have to use and the lounge needed some help in the daytime this week so I got paid from the office and worked there today." She shook her head and smiled.

"Maybe I should though, that's how all those dippy secretaries keep their jobs. Then again," she shrugged. "They can get away with it. I'm a little old for that."

"I don't know mom you do pretty good in tips at the lounge." I told her. "You look as good as any of those young girls."

"Aww aren't you nice." Mom said and leaning over kissed me on the cheek.

Mom then sat on the edge of the bed next to where I was standing, and with a sigh, kicked her shoes off.

"Damn those things kill my feet." She said, as raising her legs, she pointed her toes downward and wiggled them.

I caught myself staring as mom did this; marveling at how long her legs really were. I hadn't been exaggerating when I had told her she looked as good as the waitresses my age. Mom had just turned forty one but was still one hell of a good looking woman. Mom was tall, about 5'7" and was a little on the thinner side which made her legs seem even longer. As for her features Mom was the girl next store type, with long curly brown hair, big expressive brown eyes and a set of very full lips that she could push into an adorable pout that she used to use to full effect on my father.

I looked over to the side to stop from staring, and saw our reflection in the mirror. I myself looked nothing like mom, inheriting my father's dirty blond hair and blue eyes. I was a little shorter than dad's six feet, standing about five ten, and like mom I was a bit on the thinner side, but worked out a couple of times a week and preferred the word lean to thin. All in all I was a decent looking guy who had never really had a hard time finding a date.

"So any plans tonight Billy?" Mom asked, snapping me out of my trance.

"I don't think..." I paused and remembered Jeff yelling to me as I left school. Shit! I did have to go out for awhile. "No wait a minute, I have my eight ball league tonight. Jeff's picking me up in an hour."

As I spoke mom was looking at me smiling and I became painfully aware of the fact, that moments ago, I had just jerked off a foot from where she was sitting.

"What about you?" I asked hoping she would say yes, and it was soon, so I would get a chance to get under her bed before I left, but she shrugged;

"I might go get a pedicure, but not for a couple of hours."

"Oh, okay well did you want to shower before I do?" Please?

"Not yet," Mom said as started to take her earrings off. "I might just watch a little tv and ...Oh shit!"

"What's the matter?"

"I dropped the damn back to my earring!"

As she spoke mom looked down and added;

"I think it went under the bed."

Mom started to slide off the bed to get down on the floor and look for it. I immediately dropped to my knees so quickly, that our heads almost banged together, and exclaimed;

"No let me!"

"It's okay Billy, I can..."

"No you're already sore from working mom, you don't have to get down on the floor." I told her as I crouched down and looked under the bed for the earring back.

"Billy you are too good to me you know that?"

I didn't answer, as when she spoke mom turned slightly, and as I crouched there with my cheek against the rug, peering under the bed, I found that my face was inches from her foot. The black stockings were just sheer enough that I could see her deep red toenail polish and I felt the insane desire to kiss the tips of her toes. I shifted my gaze to under the bed, and swallowed hard, as I saw the cum soaked stocking under the bed not two feet away from me. There was nothing I could do about it now, but I did however, see the back to mom's earring.

"I got it." I said as I flattened out on the floor to try to reach it. This put my face even closer to mom's foot.

"Oh let me move." Mom said.

With that, mom swung her leg up off the floor and onto the bed. As she did I got a look straight up her skirt and saw that the stockings were thigh highs. Mom was wearing a black thong which seemed to be riding up a bit, and I swear I could see the lips of her...

I turned my head so fast that I winced as the carpet sc****d the side of my face. Pulling my head out from under the bed I sat up onto my knees.

"Here you go mom." I said handing her the small silver ball.

"Thank you hon." Mom said, taking it from my hand, and leaning backwards to drop it and the earrings onto the small nightstand next to her bed.

As Mom stretched back, her shirt became un-tucked and rode up, leaving me staring at her surprisingly flat stomach. I turned my head to avoid the temptation of fondling it and found myself staring at the foot she had placed on the bed. I let my eyes wander slowly up her leg and when my gaze reached the edge of her skirt made myself stand up. Mom was sitting back up and with a sigh leaned forward, and grabbing the top of her foot, kneaded the bottom of it with her red tipped fingers. Mom sighed again and said;

"I remember your dad used to rub my feet all the time. I'd give anything for a good foot massage."

I stared at mom and had to make a conscious effort to keep my mouth from hanging open. I wanted nothing more than to offer my services, but held back knowing damn well I wouldn't be able to hold back. Not that I would ever make a move, but no way in hell would I be able to have my mother's feet in my hands and not get hard and that would be all I would need to happen. The opportunity quickly vanished however, as Mom swung her foot back down on the floor and said;

"Oh well, I guess a pedicure and maybe a bath later will have to do."

"You know mom," I said. "Maybe you should try going out and meeting someone. I mean you're an attractive woman and I'm sure a lot of guys would want to," I shrugged. "Be good to you."

Mom smirked at me, and raising her eyebrow asked;

"Billy, are you telling your mother to go out and get some?"

"I..." I stopped as I could feel myself begin to blush furiously. "Well no... I mean well you should have some fun that's all." Mom laughed at my embarrassment, then turning serious said;"You know Billy just because I haven't brought anyone here doesn't mean I haven't," She winked at me. "Tried to have some fun but it's just," She shrugged and sighed. "I just can't getcomfortable Billy, not yet."

"It's been two years mom. It's okay." I told her and I meant it. My mother was a sexy woman with a lot of good years ahead of her and should have someone taking care of her the way she deserved.

"Yeah well like I said Billy I get close but can't pull the trigger." She looked at me and said; "But that's enough of that. Now what about you? Any new prospects?"

"Nah, I'm not really looking."

"You don't have to." Mom said smiling again. "Good looking guy like you."

"Thanks but you have to say that you're my mother." I said although I had to admit her complimenting me gave me a bit of a thrill.

"I don't have to say anything Billy." Mom told me, and then added; "And I'm also a woman who knows what a good looking man looks like and you are definitely something my boy."

I felt myself blush again and said softly.

"Thanks mom." I then winked at her. "Runs in the family."

"And smooth as well." Mom said laughing then looking at the clock said. "Billy you better get moving if Jeff is coming at six."

Shit I thought, seeing it was almost five thirty. I glanced once more at the bed wishing the hell mom would leave the room and I could find a way to get the stocking. It wasn't that I was worried she would look under the bed but if she went in the drawer and only saw one stocking she would look for the other.

"Why don't you go lie on the couch mom?" I asked. "I'll get you a glass of wine before I hop in the shower."

Mom shook her head.

"I think I might just relax in here for a bit hon." She then stood up, and reaching out gently ran her hand down my cheek. "Tell you what Billy, I remember your dad used to spoil me like you do. It's a shame that the only man in my life who knows how to take care of me is my son."

Mom leaned up and kissed me on the cheek again and told me.

"Get moving Billy if you're not ready then Jeff will come in here and I'm tired of him looking at my legs. k**'s got some wandering eyes."

I nodded and turning away from her walked away stunned at that last comment. Not the one about Jeff, I was well aware that he checked out mom. Hell he had been doing it since we were k**s, but the comment about me knowing how to treat her. Had she meant something by that? I went upstairs, and as I grabbed my clothes and hopped in the shower, my mind began to race. Mom was always very affectionate with me, very touchy, her hands always on my face or shoulder, always giving me those little winks that sometimes seemed as if there was a little more behind them. No, I told myself there was nothing; just a case of twisted wishful thinking on my part. Shit for the last six months I'd been watching Mother son sex videos, and reading i****t stories. That shit didn't happen for real and there was a reason for it; it was wrong.

As I showered, my mind spun back to the stocking and I found myself rushing through the shower, hoping to hell mom hadn't decided to go into her drawer for anything, she had said she might go back out. I quickly dried off, dressed in jeans and a plain black t-shirt, and grabbing my pool stick, went downstairs. Mom had changed into the long white robe she wore around the house and was on the couch sipping a glass of wine. As I approached she looked up at me and I felt a twinge in my stomach as she seemed to have an odd look on her face.

"Umm I'm going to go wait for Jeff outside." I said beginning to walk past her. "I'll be home around ten."

"Billy come here a minute." Mom said.

I turned and slowly walked over to stand in front of the coffee table opposite of where mom was sitting on the couch.

"Anything wrong mom?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah I think there might be." Mom said as she took a sip of the wine.

"Well uh what..."

"I think I have something wrong with my foot." Mom said. "Will you take a look for me?"

"Well I...I guess." I said.

I should have felt relieved but mom still had a weird look on her face as if she knew something I didn't. No, I thought I was just being paranoid. Mom didn't know what I was doing in her room, and tomorrow, when she left for work I would throw the stockings in the wash. My mind suddenly went blank as mom said;

"Here," and lifted her leg straight up, putting her foot almost right into my chest.

I reached out, and cupping mom's heel in my hands, lifted her foot a little higher towards my face.

"Here hold on." Mom said.

With that, she slid herself further down into the couch which raised her leg higher. It also caused her robe to slide up and as I stared past her toes I realized I could see up her robe to the inside of her upper thigh. As good as that thigh looked however I quickly returned my attention to the incredibly soft, sexy foot that was inches from my face.

"Do you see anything?" Mom asked.

"Uh...no." I said softly as I stared at the smooth flesh of the sole of her foot.

"It hurts right under my toes."

For emphasis mom wiggled her toes in front of me, and I felt my heart begin to beat faster. I leaned a little closer appearing to take a better look, and as I did, I couldn't help but think that I was so close that I could probably flick my tongue out and lick her big toe with it.

"I still don't see anything." I said quietly, not trusting my voice.

"Well would you be a dear and just rub that spot under my big toe?"

Swallowing hard, I reached up and placing my thumb directly under her big toe, began to push in and rub it in small slow circles.

"Oh that feels nice." Mom cooed softly closing her eyes.

Damn straight it did I thought as I marveled at how soft her foot was. As my thumb continued its rubbing I slowly closed my fingers around the top of her foot and had to stifle a moan as my finger tips brushed the top of her foot. It seemed as if the room was getting hotter and I could feel my hands trembling slightly around mom's foot.

"You know I just remembered how strong your father's hands were. Yours are just like them."

Hearing my father mentioned cooled me off a bit, but as I looked up, mom still had her eyes closed. Mom didn't talk about dad much and when she did it was usually with a sentence or two that always started with "I just remembered or I remember when."

"Hmmm" Mom sighed, causing me to quickly forget about my father and focus back on the fact I had my mother's perfect foot in my hand.

"Billy, are you alright?" Mom asked suddenly.

"Uh Yeah why?"

"Because you look nervous, everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, just uh... a little warm."

"I guess it is warm," Mom agreed. "But I thought it was the wine." She let out a giggle and said. "It's the only way I get nice and warm these days."

Before I could find a response to that. I heard a horn beep, and reluctantly lowering her foot to the table, said;

"I gotta get going."

"Awww. " Mom said and to my delight pushed her lips out into a pout. "But that felt soooo nice."

Fuck pool! I thought I would go tell Jeff I was sick and... and then what? I looked back at mom and saw she was chugging the rest of the wine in the glass. I shook my head; she was getting a buzz. I began to feel warm myself at the thought of mom rolling around on the couch drunk and horny and...

"Sorry mom." I said quickly then, unable to help myself, said. "Maybe I can rub your feet another time."

"Ohhh careful with that Billy," Mom said smiling. "I was just remembering how much I enjoy a good foot rub." She sighed. "Well run along and have fun. I'll just stay here and..." she giggled again and with a wink said. "Have fun."

It was a long night at the pool league. Every game seemed to take forever and every match went the maximum amount of games. I didn't play badly and even won my match. This was pretty impressive considering that the girlfriend of the guy I was playing against had kicked off her sandals and kept playfully kicking her bare feet back and forth while she sat on the stool watching us. This proved to be quite a distraction, as of course I kept staring at them. Unlike earlier today when I was staring at Miranda's feet and actually thinking of her, this girls feet kept turning into my mother's. Jeff had a fake ID and the place we were playing in was pretty lax, so I had a couple of beers which took the edge off a bit. By the time Jeff dropped me off at a little past ten, I was pretty tired and looking forward to going right to bed.

I let myself in quietly, figuring that mom was usually in bed by nine thirty and I didn't want to wake her. Putting my pool stick down in the corner of the hallway I entered the living room where I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight before me. The light was out but the room was lit by several candles that were on the coffee and end tables. Mom herself was lying stretched out on the couch and must have gone out because she had changed and what she was wearing had me staring.

Mom was wearing a short red sundress that hugged her hips and had she been standing may have gone about halfway down to her knees. Lying the way she was however the dress was about two thirds of the way up her thighs. As my eyes wandered down her long shapely legs I saw that she had her feet up on a pillow and as I stared I could see a silver ankle bracelet gleaming in the candle light. Forcing myself to move before I got caught gawking, I came into the living room and as I approached the couch I saw a bottle of red wine on the table and with a start realized it was just about empty.

Mom had her head turned towards the back of the couch and I could see her eyes were closed. I could also see that she was wearing makeup and she had curled her long brown hair. I stared down at her, and seeing she was sleeping, took my time admiring how absolutely beautiful she was. My eyes trailed down her face to look at the inviting skin of her slender neck. Drifting further I took in the smooth skin of her chest and found myself gazing down the neckline of her sundress. I could just see the swelling of her breast and... my cock twitched as I saw her nipples poking through the dress and realized she was not wearing a bra. Had she gone out like that? Where the hell had she gone dressed like this in the first place?

"Hey Billy, whatcha doing?"

I jumped at the sound of Mom's voice and immediately felt myself start to flush as she had to have seen me staring.

"Oh umm... I was just seeing if you were sleeping." I lied lamely. "I was going to put the candles out."

"Hmmm." Mom sighed ,and to my distress, she put her arms over her head and stretched, arching her back up off the couch and pushing her tits out.

I turned away as she did and stared at the near empty wine bottle. Had it been full?

"No leave them lit I like them," Mom said. "Very relaxing."

As I looked at her, I could see her eyes were bright and her cheeks flush. Mom was drunk or close to it.

"The whole night has been." She continued. "I went and got a pedicure see?"

Mom raised her legs up and I saw she had painted her toes a deep emerald green. I also saw she was wearing a silver toe ring on the middle toe of each foot.

"I know, color clashes with the dress, but who cares?" She giggled then sighed. "Then I came back, lit some candles and drank a whole lot of wine!"

Mom stretched again and whispered;

"I feel like a cat! All warm and relaxed and happy and..."

"Satisfied?" I finished as she hesitated.

"I haven't been satisfied in a long time Billy." Mom said. Then as if realizing what she said she giggled again and added; "Oops sorry." She winked. "Bad kitty!"

Oh boy I thought to myself, this was a little too much for me. It was time to go upstairs where I'm sure mom's last little remark would run through my head while I stroked it to her green toes and nipples.

"Okay well I'm going to go to bed mom. Good Night."

I leaned over to kiss her cheek and at the last second mom turned her head and quickly caught my lips with her own. I jerked back stunned, it was only a quick peck, and mom had pulled back right away, but still! As I looked at her, with what I am sure was an expression of shock on my face, mom laughed;

"It's okay Billy I just felt like kissing a good looking guy that's all. Now I can tell the girls at the office I kissed a hot young guy and they'll be all jealous." She paused and added; "You used to kiss me on the lips all the time."

"When I was a k**." I told her.

I could taste her lipstick and began to feel as warm as mom said she felt.

"Oh? Too grown up to give your mom a quick kiss?" She grunted then laughed. "I see how you are."

"I guess so." I answered, not needing this to go any further. "Like I said I'm heading to bed."

"No you're not."

"I'm not?" I asked.

"Nope." Mom said shaking her head. "What you're going to do is sit down at the other end of the couch and give me a nice foot rub."

"Umm you know mom," I said speaking slowly so I wouldn't stumble over my words. "How about another time? I'm really..."

"Awww but you promised before you left!" Mom pushed her lips out in a pout and I felt myself begin to sweat, oh this could turn real bad real quick. "Please Billy?"

I looked down at her and felt my resolve melt away. I couldn't resist that. I would just try to do it quickly, mom was so relaxed, no let's be honest so drunk, she would probably fall asleep. With a nervous smile I said;

"Anything for you mom."

"Now that's more like it!" Mom laughed happily.

Resigned to my fate and the potential embarrassment that could come out of this, I went over to the other end of the couch. Mom lifted her feet up off the pillow which I intended to grab and put in my lap to cover up the hard on I knew I would get. Before I could however, mom sat up and grabbing it, put it behind her head as she rested it on the arm of the couch. I sat down and mom immediately put her feet in my lap. Taking a deep breath, I reached down, and taking mom's right foot in both of my hands, started to knead my thumbs into the soft skin of the bottom of her foot.

"Ohhh that feels so-oh good!" Mom cooed happily.

"It's supposed to." I said absently,

I watched my hands massage my mother's perfect foot. The pedicure had made them even softer and the green nail polish was sexy as hell. I worked my fingers into the skin just below each of her toes, then moving down began to rub the sole of her foot. As I pushed my thumbs into the bottom of her foot, I started light running my fingers across the top, gently caressing her foot with my finger tips. I slid my hand back, and as I began to rub her heel mom let out a sound that could only be described as a moan, and slid further down the couch. Her dress rode up and was now dangerously close to her hips. Putting her foot down, I picked up the other one and repeated the massage.

Mom was making little sounds of pleasure in her throat, and maybe it was just my imagination, but I swear they sounded sexual in nature. Finishing rubbing that foot I let them rest in my lap and just began lightly running my finger tips across the tops. As I did I found myself staring at the ankle bracelet and toe rings. I felt my breath starting to pick up, and as I rubbed the back of my hand down the bottom of mom's foot, became alarmed as I felt my cock beginning to swell.

Shifting mom's feet slightly so they wouldn't be pressing directly into my cock, I turned my head to see if she noticed and almost let out a moan of my own. Mom had that look on her face; the one from my fantasies. Mom's eyes were half closed and her lips parted slightly. She was breathing heavier and I felt my cock grow completely stiff as I saw that her nipples were hard. No, I told myself she wasn't turned on just relaxed and buzzed and...

"Do that on the bottom of my feet." Mom said softly as I ran my fingers across the top of her foot again.

Mom had crossed her feet at her ankles, and putting my hand under her heels, I lifted her feet up and started to run my fingers across the soles of her feet.

"Ohh yes." Mom whispered, causing my cock to start to throb painfully in my jeans.

As I rubbed I stared at mom's feet and had to fight the urge to bring them to my lips, to suck on her toes and lick and kiss and...

"Go ahead." Mom said.

"Umm go ahead and...?" I asked nervously glancing over at her.

"Yes Billy, go ahead and do what you want to do." She smiled wickedly and added; "Suck on my toes Billy."

"W-What?" I gasped out.

"Don't what me Billy." Mom answered calmly. "Just do it. Suck on your mother's toes just like you've been thinking about." She smiled. "I'll let you. Hell I want you too."

"I... don't know what..." This was a trick or a dream or... at that point Mom cut into my thoughts.

"You've been a bad boy haven't you Billy?"

Before I could answer Mom reached down next to her, and with another evil little smile, held up the cumstained pink stocking.

"Oh no." I said softly feeling my stomach twist.

"Mom I... I am s-so sorry I..."

"Don't be Billy." Mom said. "I think it's quite flattering."

As she said that mom took the stocking, and as I watched open mouthed, put it under her nose and took a deep breath, sniffing right where there was a huge stain.

"Ohhh," Mom moaned. "And such a turn on."

"Oh."

It's all I could get out. My heart was beating like a jackhammer, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back. I could also feel my cock begin to get even harder if that was possible.

"Billy, take off your shirt."

"But...I..."

I had no idea what to do or say. I had been having wet dreams like this for months, but now that it seemed as if mom wanted it I was frozen. There had to be something more to this, was this just another wet dream was I...

"The shirt Billy, take it off."

"I..."

"If I told you to do the dishes Billy you would. Now listen to your mother and take your damn shirt off."

Mom had said it in the exact same tone she would if I had given her a hard time, and I found myself immediately slipping my shirt up over my head, and tossing it on the floor.

"There you go, now I can do this."

As she spoke mom lifted her legs, and turning slightly on the couch placed her feet flat on my chest. I tried without success to stifle a moan as mom wiggled her toes on my chest then very slowly started sliding them up and down. I moaned again as they slid down my stomach then gasped as mom dropped her left foot right on top of my hard cock.

"Ohhh such a bad boy!" Mom breathed out as her foot rubbed my cock through my jeans.

"But that's okay Billy. Know why?" Without waiting for an answer she continued: "Because as soon as I found this I remembered that it's the exact way I found out your father loved my feet."

I... mom listen I ummm."

I was stopped by mom raising her foot, and placing her toes directly against my mouth. This time I didn't hesitate at all; the second mom's toes pushed against my lips, I opened wide and sucked three of her toes into my mouth. I whimpered like a small c***d as I swirled my tongue around the tips of her toes. Mom let out a long sexy moan that caused me to stop licking and begin sucking on them.

"Oh Billy," Mom sighed. "Oh honey that is so good!"

I knew this was wrong, but as I sat there with my mother's toe in my mouth, and her foot rubbing my cock, there was nothing in me that wanted to stop. Mom then pulled her toes from my mouth and as I made a sound of protest said;

"You can suck on them again Billy, but I want to tell you a story and I just won't be able to concentrate if you keep doing that." She returned her foot to my lap and was now rubbing both of them across my painfully hard cock.

"Why don't you go back to rubbing them while I talk?"

Without needing to be told twice, I reached down and started rubbing the tops of her feet again. I also pushed down as I rubbed causing them to press harder into my cock. Mom didn't seem to mind as she began speaking softly;

"That's right Billy, I caught your father the same way. See we always had a lot of fun in bed but for whatever reason your dad was afraid to tell me he liked my feet. He would rub them every night and get horny over it. We'd have sex but he never told me it was my feet that got him going. Oh, you do like them don't you Billy?" Mom paused to ask as she pushed down into my raging hard on.

"I love them." I gasped out still stroking the tops of her feet and staring at her toes which were wet from my mouth.

"Ohhh, and I love you loving them." Mom answered."But see the thing was I loved my feet being played with and would get excited over it but not say anything either. Then one day I'm going through your father's draw putting some shirts away and I find..." She held up the stained stocking. "A pair of my black nylons with cum stains all over them!" She smiled

"So I did just what I did to you, I let him rub my feet, then put him on the spot and after that we had a lot of fun enjoying my feet." She winked. "All my sexy shoes, and stockings, and polish. So when I found this Billy I guess I should be mad but all it made me was horny."

Mom looked away for a second, and for the first time seemed to hesitate herself before looking back at me, and whispering;

"I miss it Billy, and the couple of guys I've been with wouldn't understand just like I bet your silly little girlfriends wouldn't. So go ahead and suck on them again Billy. Kiss them, lick them anything you want, their all yours."

Mom had barely gotten that last part out when I lifted both of her feet to my face and, slowly one at a time, flicked my tongue around all ten of her perfect toes. Mom gasped and moaned each time my tongue slid between them, and started to rock her hips up and down on the couch.

"Oh just like that Billy, oh nice and slow oh yes." She moaned the breathed out "Oh, now suck on them honey, oh show me how much you love your mother's pretty little toes."

My eyes rolled back in pleasure as I took mom's big toe into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I slid it out of my mouth and moved to the next one. For the next few minutes I worked each one of mom's toes into my mouth licking sucking and thoroughly enjoying each one of them. Spurring me on were the moans and sighs coming from her as she lied there loving every minute of the attention I was giving them. Finishing with her last toe, I held her feet up higher, and not caring if it seemed weird, placed my tongue at the base of my mother's heel and very slowly licked the entire length of her foot.

"Oh my God Billy!" Mom exclaimed. "Oh honey, that is so fucking hot!"

Egged on by that response, I repeated that move with her other foot. Pulling her feet from my grasp mom dropped them back into my crotch again, and after rubbing them along my cock, said;

"Oh you loved that didn't you Billy? Sucking on my toes got you all hard didn't it you bad boy?"

"Oh yes."

"Hmmm got me hot too baby, see?"

Reaching down mom pulled the bottom of her dress up over her hips, and spreading her legs open exposed the red thong she was wearing.

"Oh my God." I breathed out, as covering the entire front of the thong, was a large wet stain.