My mom seduced me-2

I started at the heel and blew circles up her arch. She reacted by lightly pressing her resting foot into the pillow while purring, “mmmmmmmm”.

I got the desired response, so I took another breath and blew it gently back and forth over her toes. Her toes wiggled their approval while I blew on them. I then worked her foot savoring the moment. I knew my time was up as the last story was coming on before Manish Sahoo.

As the story wrapped up, Mummy took her foot away saying, “Thank you so much, that was wonderful. Another half hour would’ve been nice, but I’ve got to get to bed. I’ll just have to take advantage of those talented hands another day.”

With that said, she sauntered off to her bedroom. I sat watching Sahoo with a huge sense of pride knowing that I pleased her and that I’ll get another chance to massage her feet sometime in the future. Minutes later, I heard Mummy open the laundry shoot and drop her clothes down. I had a devilish idea. I waited a bit for her to fall asl**p and I snuck down to the basement. As I suspected, her nylons and panties were on top of the pile. I picked the panties off the pile and observed a clear wet spot on them. I held them to my nose and inhaled the musky aroma. I then dropped my shorts and picked up her nylons. I wrapped a nylon around my hard cock and put the other on my free hand. I stroked my cock with one while I sucked my fingers, wishing they were my Mummy’s toes. In seconds, I was shooting my load into the washtub. I unwrapped the nylon from my cock and saw there was cum on it. I placed them back on the pile and shuffled through the laundry until I found another pair. I took the pair of worn pantyhose I found and stuffed them into my pocket. I was about to go upstairs when I heard the toilet flush. Oh crap, my Mummy was still awake. I then heard footsteps walking around upstairs. I waited for a minute or two and I went back upstairs with some of the dried laundry I did earlier, in case I was confronted. The coast was clear, so I went to bed.

I awoke the next morning full of joy from the night before. I instantly became hard thinking of the foot massage I had given to my mother’s little feet. I pulled out the pair of pantyhose and pulled one side down on my cock all the way to where her feet were. I lifted the other side up to my nose and inhaled the mixture of shoe, feet and perfume. In no time I was shooting my load into her pantyhose. I just finished cleaning up when there was a knock on the door. It was my mother.

“Breakfast is ready. You better get down here before it gets too cold.”

As I quickly threw something on, I thought to myself; could she have been standing outside the door listening to me? I went downstairs and there was a stack of pancakes with sausages sitting on a plate covered. My Mummy must’ve still been upstairs and my father had already gone to work. I was halfway done with my cakes when Mummy came down the stairs and joined me in the kitchen.

Mummy kissed me on the forehead saying, “Thank you again for the massage last night. I’d like another one now, but I’ve got to get out of here and go to work.”

I smiled, knowing that someday soon I’d get another chance to massage her feet. Mummy was about to leave when her cell phone rang. She went into the f****y room as I finished my breakfast. I went into the f****y room to watch a little tv and my Mummy was sitting on the sofa with her shoes off. She motioned me to sit down on the sofa next to her. I sat down and turned on the tv. I paid no attention to her conversation and a minute later, Mummy placed her feet into my lap. I stared at her bare toes, painted in red polish with a little flower on each of her big toes.

She lifted one foot up towards my face, covered her phone and whispered, “Pretty please, I don’t have to go in just yet.”

I took her cue and held her foot in my hands. Her foot felt silky smooth as it did the night before. I caught a whiff of perfume and it was coming from her ankle bracelet. I raised her ankle up to my nose and took a sniff. I looked over and Mummy had a big grin on her face. I started massaging her foot and this time I had no pillow to hide myself. I started to swell again and this time Mummy was facing me, watching my whole foot massage. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see her staring down and my semi-hard cock. I was wearing my swim trunks, so there was a chance she could openly see my hardness.

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