This story is split into 3 parting, each getting more heated than the last.

It had been an unusually hot afternoon considering summer hadn't yet started. Brody stared out the window as he sat in history course, the monotonic sound of Mr. Filk droning on had been washed out in Brody's mind by the sound of the boo chirping outside. If he didn't know any better, he could've sworn they were in the middle of summer. Brody's day dreaming had been rudely interrupted by a small-arm of crumpled up paper hitting the right face of his fount. As he snapped back to realness he noticed everyone in the grade rummaging through their backpacks and he then realized what had just happened. Mr. Filk had requested the scholarly person to render their homework which Brody just remembered he had not actually done.

'' Ah Mr. Turner, would it be amiss for me to assume you haven't completed the designation as usual ? ``

Mr. Filk said in a patronizing tone as the unharmed class stopped to bet at Brody, a few rustling and snigger echoed throughout the class room.

'' Um, no Mr. Filk, I forgot to do it. '' Brody responded.

'' Now where have I heard that before ? '' Mr. Filk responded rhetorically.

'' Well that was the last straw, it's off to the principal 's government agency with you unseasoned man. '' Mr. Filk concluded.
Brody groaned as he packed his bag and stood up from his posterior. He left the schoolroom and made his way down the hall where he took a butt outside the principal's office.

'' The lead will see you now Mr. turner. '' The secretary said to Brody without looking in his way as she effortlessly tapped the keys on her computer, Brody stood up and walked into the head's office and slouched down in a chairwoman in forepart of the primary's desk.
The principal stared at him over the top of her small cast chalk, her expression appeared almost blank, showing only a hint of irritation.

'' Brody, how many fourth dimension are we going to do this ? '' She said in a very flat but firm timber of voice.

'' Do what mom ? '' He responded sarcastically.
'' You know exactly what ! We agreed you will give this new school a chance and so far you are the educatee I have seen the most in this spot and always for the same reason, the teacher complain you never do your homework. ``

She said, waiting for a response which she knew she wouldn't get. Brody just sat there and stared at the level, unwilling to answer.

'' Brody, I 'm not going to ask you again. '' She said in a stark, pragmatic voice.

'' This school sucks, this town sucks and I hate it here. Why did you have to withdraw this stupid job anyway ? '' He asked rhetorically.

Mrs Turner let out a cryptic breath of thwarting as she took her glasses off, her piercing park oculus giving him a very daunting stare. Brody had grown disaffected since he had been through puberty but it was no competition for his mother's stern, strict nature. While looking at him she couldn't supporter but notice how lots her son resembled her own father. Brody stood at 6'2"and had very broad shoulders. He got his figure from his grandfather as neither of his parents were above 5'7 '' in tallness. Looking over her son's features and structure reminded so lots of her father that it gave an estimate and in that minute it was as if a lighting bulb just lit up in her head.

'' You know, when I was your age, my parents had a very 'unique'method of disciplining us. '' She began, talking in a very methodical smell of voice.

'' They each had their own method of discipline and alternated between the two depending on the austereness of the penalization. '' She continued as she slid her narrow, rectangular framed methamphetamine hydrochloride back onto her cheek.

'' The inaugural method was used by my mother on many occasions. This method was used on us when we being disobedient or rude, or didn't utter our home task. '' She said as she moved some stationary around on her desk.

'' Whenever one of us would get out of ascendence, we would be forced to clean all the shoes in the theater, every exclusive one. This may not sound much like punishment but imagine having to clean more than 20 couple of dirty, stinky, smelly shoes before you go to bed, and if we finish early enough then we could eat dinner, if not then we would go to bed athirst. '' She said as she clicked the mouse sitting on her desk as if she were busy with something on the calculator while talking.

'' The indorsement was a quite a straight forward. When we were out of control, our dad would simply hack us until we couldn't sit down for the residuum of that day. '' She said as she calmly swung her chair to the side, stood up and walked over to a wooden closet standing in the corner. She stood in front of the closet as she shifted some stuff around, Brody couldn't see what she was doing but he had honestly lost interest in the conversation about 5 instant ago. He sat there day dreaming when he was brought back to reality by a loud noise. He looked in front of him and realized what the haphazardness was. His mother had hit the desk quite hard with a short wooden paddle.

'' Since your begetter and I can't seem to get through to you, I think I have to try one or both of these methods to get some compliancy out of you. '' She said, running her delicate finger along the short duration of the paddle. Brody looked at her in unbelief, like she had finally lost her mind. He was about to protest but she cut him short.

'' Before you even think about complaining, think about this first : if you don't do as I say, we are taking away your internet, cellphone and TV game perquisite. By the time we are done with you, you will conceive you are living in the Lucy Stone Age. '' She said quite sharply.

'' You can't do that ! '' He shot back.

'' Oh pious platitude I ? You are forgetting we pay for all of those privileges and we are well within our right hand to take them away. All we have to do is give you, clothe you and pee for certain you get a good education, two of which we have managed, the last one is why we are here in the first blank space. Now stand up and deform around before I thrash you AND carry your prerogative away anyway. '' She said, seeming quite pleased with herself for cooking up this idea.
Brody mumbled as he stood up and turned around with his shoulders slouched over. He heard the clicking of his mother's high cad on the base as she walked around the desk and stood behind him. Without warning Brody heard a loudly smack sound and instantly felt his ass face warm up to the temperature hotter than the surface of the sun. His face contorted and before he knew, a endorse tap landed in his ass. It must 've looked quite awkward should somebody be able to see them as there was this petite, classy woman spanking a guy almost twice her sizing. Janice didn't want to withdraw it too far as unlike her father, she knew the difference between study and abuse. The force she used wasn't brutal but felt a lot forged as the paddle arena was wide and the wood was fatheaded. Her strikes came in a aggregate of 10, it didn't seem like much but Brody felt like his ass was on fire. In all the 17 years he had been alive, he had never been spanked before.
Janice straightened out her white blouse and walked over to her chair and sat down again, her face was slightly flushed but she was trying her hardest to hide her sense of satisfaction, as if she has just claimed a major triumph for her team.

'' You may leave now but don't forget that, you have shoe cleaning responsibility when you get home plate. '' She said as she turned her chairwoman toward the computer and began typing up some document. Brody left the principal's office and went back to social class, he never said a Word of God to anyone else for the remainder of that afternoon and even when he got home he was very quiet. He walked through the nominal head threshold and walked straight passed his father, making his way to his room. John was shocked at his son not even looking at him and instantly had some whimsey as to what had happened. Not long after John that heard his married woman's car wrench up in the effort way and he heard the door open and close. He heard the clicking of her heels as she walked toward the threshold, a sound he had grown to despise as even the sound alone seemed self-important to him. As she appeared in the doorway John Lackland gave a scolding look.

'' What the hell Janice ? What did you do this clock time ? '' He asked her in a shouting whisper.

'' I disciplined him ! Something you are clearly too lazy to do as the ‘ man'of the firm. Some use poser you are. '' She retorted as she walked into the kitchen and poured a shabu of pee. For the succeeding hour the husband and wife bickered and argued about the state of their family, their marriage and how a good deal of a bitch she had become. After what seemed care forever, Janice became irritated and walked out of the elbow room, making her way to the bedroom to get gear up for a shower before bed. As she approached the bedroom she noticed the light was on and slowly walked toward the door and peeped into the elbow room, unsure of what she would find. She first noticed Brody was sitting on the floor in front of her W.C. with the doors candid and he had a bunch of place around him. She smiled brightly as she thought she had finally gotten through to him. As she was about to walk in and remember him for his obedience she noticed he had a shoe fabric in his lap but he wasn't using it. She then noticed all he seemed to be doing was sniffing the insole of her high dog as if it were an inhale drug. He was going to town on them, even going as far as licking the areas where her toes and the arch of her feet would remain when wears them. Janice backed away slowly and stood against the wall as if hiding from manslayer. She tried to understand what she had just seen but couldn't make sense of it. All sorts of explanation run through her mind but none of them stuck. After what felt wish forever she decided to try and act like she hadn't seen anything as she had no idea how to handle it or even what she would say if she were to face up him.

'' It's probably nada, I'm just overreacting. '' She whispered to herself as she slipped her high hound back on her stocking habilitate feet and began walking heavy footed toward her room to secure he heard her coming and would stop doing whatever he was doing and as she entered the way she found him wiping her shoes with the cloth as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

'' I think that's enough Brody, I've had a long day and I need to take a shower. '' She said as she unwrapped her scarf joint from around her shoulders. She always seemed to assume a scarf joint no issue what the weather condition was like, according to her they were 'trending'.

'' But you said…. '' He began but she cut him off.

'' I said leave. '' She said in an angered vox, almost barking at him.
Brody stood up and walked out of the room, leaving everything as it was. He walked over to his elbow room and threw himself on the bed. Surprisingly after everything he had been through today, he wasn't raging but he had grown to begrudge his mother for her attitude toward him. Brody lay in bed and stared at the ceiling thinking about how he couldn't wait to finish his last year of high school and move far away from home, very far away. Not moments later Brody passed out quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Janice came out of the cascade and noticed the pile of shoes still lying on the floor outside the W.C.. Normally this would've irritated her highly, but she couldn't service but notice all the shoes Brody had been"cleanup"where all high heels. She then zeroed in on the heel she had seen Brody licking and sniffing and noticed the toe area of the horseshoe was still glistening with his spit. Janice couldn't make heads or tails of it and decided to leave everything as is. She threw herself onto the bed wrapped in only a towel and promptly fell asleep.
The succeeding morning Janice woke up and went through her usual sunup subroutine. She got dressed and sat at her dressing table. She stretched her leg out and rolled the bunched up thigh high school stocking she had in her manus over her delicate, petite toes and rolled it up her smooth, shapely leg. She repeated the process with the early leg then stood up and walked over to her press. She was about to contact for a random span of heels but then noticed the pair her son had been sniffing and liking the day before. They were sky blue, patent leather high color peep toe in high spirits heels which were at to the lowest degree 5 inches in height including a 3 inch platform with thin strap around her ankle. She thought about how long it had been since she finis wore them and decided to slip them onto her feet. She smiled as the shoes brought back memories of her clubbing days since these were her favorite brake shoe back then. While still reminiscing about her fun and adventurous day she finished up getting set up and left for work. As she walked out the figurehead room access she noticed Brody had already left for schoolhouse and St. John was still asleep on the lounge where she usually found him. He claimed he was in between jobs but ever showed any interest and in actually looking for a new job. This was a oceanic abyss seated offspring and as a result Janice found herself getting agitated as she drove to work. As she arrived at her office she tried to shrug it off and set out her day.

'' Carla could you get Brody in here please ? '' She said and walked into her billet. Soon after she heard Carla's vocalization over the intercom informing Mr. Turner his presence is being requested in the corpus's office. Brody heard the announcement and instantly got irritated. He made his way to the principal's office and found his female parent sitting in her usually spot in the waiting area, the memory of the previous day was still fresh in his mind.

'' semen in Brody and close the room access behind you, we need to lecture. '' She said calmly. In all honestly she had no clue why she had even called him into her office and just started talking. Since she had slipped those shoes onto her substructure, her mind didn't seem to be all there as she seemed to be acting without thinking.
As Brody sat down she sat quite for a bit, as if trying to pull herself together and bond herself back to reality and then suddenly remembered why she had called him to her authority in the first place.

'' I saw you last night with my shoes. '' She said abruptly. As soon as the finally word left her lips she wished she could catch her words before they had reached him but it was too of late and she had no idea why she had just said that.

'' Wh ... what do you think of ? I was cleaning them like you told me to. '' He replied as she shifted in his fundament, showing obvious foretoken of being nervous.
"That may be so but I didn't Tell you to clean them with your tongue."She said calmly, as if they were discussing the atmospheric condition or his level. Brody's heart had now grown to the Saami sizing as saucer after hearing her confirm she had indeed seen him.

'' It 's not what you think mom, I was just… '' She gave him one of her noted stares which simply meant stop talking.
She thought about what she was about to say for a bit and was about to endorse down when rubbed her toes together in her skid and realized her perverted son's clapper had been in that very Lapplander spot less than 24 hours ago. The thought of it infuriated her and excited her at the same time and she had no musical theme why.

'' Well since I can't seem to get through to you about your mark, I might as well use your disgusting sexual perversion to my benefit. '' She said coldly, he could hear the opinion in her vocalisation as she spoke.

'' Let's make a deal. I know you have a test coming up in two solar day and this will be the utter examination primer for my little experimentation. '' She paused for a short-circuit while then continued."If you get low grades on this test like you have been doing all this time, I will spank you again and you will have to clean mine and your Father-God's shoes. And to add to that, no Thomas More internet !"She stated. He was about to dissent when she motioned him to keep quite with a hired man gesture.
"I'm not finished."She paused again, her heard racing at the thought process of the dustup that were about to depart her plump, red back talk."If you do well in this trial, you get to paddle me instead AND I will allow you to work and sniff my high heels…while I'm wearing them."She the end part in a monotonous voice as if she had just told him he needs to aim the trash out.
Brody sat still like a statue for almost 5 minutes trying to process what this witch of a womanhood was saying to him however, her actor's line were no longsighted cold instead they were thick like milk and soaked his brain as he tried to litigate them.

'' Well ? '' She queried before he cut her short.

'' mountain '' He said with even a split indorsement of falter and without fully understanding what he had just agreed to, but something about it just seemed too good to pass up. All he knew is he would have it off the opportunity to get revenge on her for the previous day's punishment she had administered.
Janice tried to curled her toes inside her place as she found herself quite excited by his enthusiasm. She honestly could not figure out what had possessed her to say such affair to her son and why she way getting so excited about it. Brody stood up from the chair and left for course, all that was going through his top dog was the chance to whip her into limbo. Both of them had their own agendum that were getting them excited but they had no idea of what they were getting themselves into.
The future two days passed and were mostly uneventful for Janice. She went through the same stresses from workplace and got home to the same engagement with her married man who she was growing tired of day by day. Brody on the other hand had his workforce full. He was determined to get his revenge on the woman who tormented him and spanked him like a nestling. Having this goal in creative thinker, he studied diligently for the next two days, barely getting any sleep and studying up until the odd hours of the morning. The day of the test came and went and Brody felt quite surefooted that he had done well in the test. The following day he waited for the inevitable sound of Carla's voice over the intercom telling him to account to the main's office and when he did, he obliged without mo of hesitation. He walked into the office to find his mother sitting in her common seating room position reading what looked like his test sheet. He looked her over thoroughly. Her neck length black hairsbreadth was cut neatly in a bob except instead of a bang, it part clean in the midriff of her forehead and framed her face perfectly. She had striking green middle, her cutis looked as though it were made of porcelain, her lips were compact and full phase of the moon, to which she always applied a thick layer of red lip rouge. Her torso had a minuscule frame but with unusually boastfully tit, she always claimed bigger boobs are just about the only matter she got out of her marriage ceremony and pregnancy. Her consistence had a curvaceous and well-toned condition as she worked out 3 prison term a hebdomad but never kept a strict diet, giving her body a layer of fat over her mesomorphic structure which left her soft but firm and curvy in all the right places. Of course she counted herself ill-fated as no amount of working out would relinquish her from having the wide ‘ mom rose hip'she developed after giving parturition. Although she saw this as a downside, when wearing a blotto attire of pencil skirt, her ‘ mom hips'combined with her regular workouts gave her a knockout figure.

Brody walked in and sat in the usual ‘ hot seat'and even though he knew he had studied hard for the test, he still felt nervous about the consequence. Janice stayed silent for a very long metre before she spoke.

'' So Mr. Frederick Jackson Turner, we have arrived at 6 June 1944 once again. I have your tryout results here and I must say, I'm both surprised and not surprised at the same time. '' She said as she put the flat solid of newspaper publisher down on the table gently.

'' You did very well on this test. The teacher even made a remark stating whatever has motivated you should be made a lasting thing in your biography. '' She said, trying to hold back a smile as she was so throb to finally have got confirmation that her son was just as smart as she hoped he was even though she knew her ass cheeks were about to pay the Mary Leontyne Price for such confirmation.

'' Any way, a mickle is a deal. '' She said as she stood up and walked around her desk toward him and as she stood beside him she handed him the very Lapp paddle she had used on him a few days prior. She lightly stepped between him and the desk and placed her medal on the desk as she bent over, the material of her chick stretched to its uttermost capacity. Brody held the paddle in his hand and looked at it, the very same boat paddle that had been used to chagrin him just sidereal day before this import and then looked at his female parent's perfectly orotund ass covered in the stuff of the black silk pencil bird she was wearing. It was if a switching had been flipped in his capitulum. Janice for some reasonableness was expecting this to be a fun moral but learned quickly that would not be the case. Before she knew it she felt Brody's hand lift her skirt and practice bundling it up until it was bunched up around her waist. Janice's warmness began to race as she realized this was not going according to design and tried to tolerate up but as she moved she felt Brody's hand firmly grab the back of her neck and force her down against the desk, her breasts hit the wooden desk making a muffled thumping as she exhaled. Brody's eye roamed freely over his female parent's exposed ass and to his delight, she was wearing a baby blue silk panty which strongly resembled Gallic knickers. He marveled at the how shine her ass looked and how it gradually curved inward to meet the top of her pale second joint which were covered by black sheer second joint high stockings. Brody lifted his rightfulness mitt which had the paddle in it with a full backward swing until it was almost above his head before letting it fly at ferocious speed toward its target. If the office door wasn't closed and thick in breadth, Brody was pretty sure the stallion shoal would've heard the sound of Natalie Wood making contact with bare, soft skin at high speed. Janice's body went smashed and her mouth stroke out-of-doors to fall in a silent shriek of suffering. Her optic were as big as saucer as she felt her left ass cheek burn from a pain she was not expecting. She knew her son would sustain fun getting revenge but she never in a million yr thought he would use such personnel on his own female parent. Before she could finish her thought she felt the second swat ground on her right ass buttock, this clip causing her to give out a lilliputian, barely audible squeal. She tried to contend and be active again but Brody had her pinned down and landed another shot. While she had been shifting and struggling, she moved too much and the third tap missed its target and hit her square in the private parts area, bathing her slit and whoreson in invisible fire. She felt her eyes welling up with tears in expectation for the next strike which did get in but was noticeably dissimilar. Instead of hard, stale wood she felt warm skin deliver the succeeding strike. The sec bang landed, then the third, each one taken longer for his deal to separate from the skin of her warm ass cheeks. After several tang, Brody seemed to be caressing and fondling her ass more than striking it.

'' Brody, I think that's enough now. '' Janice said to her son in the relentless voice possible. Brody didn't respond, instead he now used both hands to fondle her milky ass gently.

'' It's so red now, how can I nominate it upright ? '' He said, Janice noticing he now sounded memorized. She would've loved to aim advantage of this under normal circumstanced except her son was fondling her ass with only a cut layer of silk between him and her pussy and ass.

'' I said that's enough ! '' Janice sounded nark. Brody snatched his bridge player away from her ass as if it was too hot to touch. Janice stood up and straightened herself out, fixing her chick and returning it to its appropriate length.

'' You still have the secondly part of your reward remember ? '' She said to her son as she walked around her desk and sat in her seat, trying to act as if she weren't in pain and hadn't just been humiliated.

'' You mean you are still going to let me….. '' He was cut off by Janice putting her midget exponent finger's breadth to her plump, red lips in a gesture indicating her should be quiet.

'' well I'm less than impressed by what you just did, but I only have myself to blame, I should've know you would do that given the post. '' She said, sounding callous and indifferent as the hurting began to subside drastically allowing her to be seated in her chair.

'' Well we are you waiting for ? '' She said as she extended her black stocking clad leg and pointed her eminent reheel human foot toward the wall. Brody didn't say a watchword and in seconds he was on his knee in front of her. He waited for no signal and reached out to gently wrap his big hands around her leg, one around her stocking clad calf and the former behind her achilles tendon. His grip was firm but gentle. Janice almost felt her leg melt into his hands as his caress was exactly the way she always wished a man would touch but no man ever did, it was always either too diffused or too forceful. Brody ran his manus up and down the back of her leg, relishing the feel of her unruffled leg wrapped in the sheer inkiness nylon cloth. He lifted her leg slightly and leaned forward with puckered lip, aim on realizing his recent fancy. Janice watched this view unfold in presence of her as if it were in slow motion and whether it was by vapourous luck or accuracy, he planted a candy kiss right wing on the opening of her horseshoe where her toes were peeping out. Janice felt a shake run up her leg almost as if she felt a very small galvanic shock. She bit her lip as she watched her son plant another osculation on her foot, this time it was just below her ankle and she felt his affectionate mouth make to the full striking with her nylon clad skin. Brody's creative thinker had gone completely numb, if this were a cartoon and an X-ray picture of his wit was shown, all that would be see is a throbbing penis inside his skull because compensate his putz was doing all the mentation for him. Brody began slowly licking his female parent's senior high heel horseshoe, his tongue touched every inch of it. His brained was electrified by the feel of patent of invention leather against his natural language. He grabbed her other substructure and began the same routine only this clip he ended by gently holding the dog of her shoe and slipping it off. He slowly lifted it to his nozzle and closed his heart as he inhaled deeply. The aroma was unlike anything he had every experienced before. It was a ripe mixture of hot chocolate butter soundbox lotion, the syncope flavor of her perfume, the faint smell of sweat from worn rayons topped off with the intoxicating scent of the innersole of a leather high heel. That was the present moment Brody knew he had crossed into a berth he could never reelect from.
He slid the other shoe off his mother's dainty foot and held them side of meat by side in front of his face and inhaled deeply, the scent seemed to make his cock pounding and pulsate harder by the second.

'' Oh my gosh you are such a nooky pervert, it's disgusting ! '' She said out flash, but in her mind she hoped, no, she prayed he wouldn't stop his perverted conduct as she grew increasingly excited by having a man on his knees in movement of her, worshiping her. Her voice seemed to travel a very far distance before reaching her son. When he did eventually register her words, he simply lowered her heel and placed them in his lap, as close to his crotch as possible as he scooted closer and sat back on his haunches making himself sit as low as possible before her. He reached out and held her pes behind the ankles and lifted them, Janice's office chair tilted back and reclined as her balance was forcefully shifted. He lifted her pegleg until her foot were in range of his face and then gently let them fell, giving a tone down tapping sound as her human foot met the airfoil of his face. In shock Janice sat very still, not knowing what exactly was going on in that present moment all the while Brody just sat there and marveled at how soft her feet were, how warm her feet were and how the gorgeous olfactory property coming off them made his pecker feel like it's about to tear through his gasp. There was an ever increasing wet spot in front of his pants as he had never felt this upright before.
Janice sat back trying to figure out what to do next. She was in difference with herself. division of her knew she should stop what's happening immediately but the other part of her was loving the experience of having a young man worship her like a goddess. Janice's large breasts started moving up and down rapidly as her breathing sped up, before she knew what was happening she felt herself moving her feet on her son's face as if it were a storey mat. She rubbed her pes on every column inch of his boldness making sure enough she spread her toes as she ran them over his nuzzle to ensure he gets a good whiff.
"You like that don't you ? You like having your mother rub her sweaty feet all over your aspect huh ?"She said to him, her hands cupped her mouth as she tried to beguile her countersign but they had already escaped.

'' mmmmmmm….they smell so good. '' Was all Janice heard from her son. The quivering of the base in his voice travelled straight through her feet, up her wooden leg and between her thigh. She could not believe she was getting turned on by this.
Suddenly the telephone on her desk rang, snapping them both back to reality very harshly. Janice snatched her invertebrate foot away from her boy wanting brass and answered the call.

'' This is principal Turner….Uh huh….uh huh. Ok Carla you can send them to my office in about 5 moment. '' Janice spoke sharply and then put the French telephone on the receiver.

'' Brody you can not secernate a soul about this ! '' She said to him, knowing how vindictive both he and her hubby can be toward her. His response took her by surprise. There was here son who she hadn't gotten along with in over 10 eld, on his knees in strawman of her with a huge bulge in his pants, gently slipping her high up bounder on for her one by one. He licked his lips as he looked at her perfect tense toes peeping out of her shoes.

'' I would have to be an idiot to cuckold a goddess like you. '' He said as he stood up, adjusted his cock as to not take in it so obvious and started walking toward the door.

'' I will be in my room when you get home, please let me sleep together if me to do anything for you or help you with anything mom. '' He said as he finally left the room, leaving Janice dumb founded by his sudden variety of attitude. 30 arcminute ago she could sworn he loathed her and now he is calling her a goddess.
"I'm going to receive to keep an eye on him, he must be up to something."She said to herself as she squeezed her thighs together, trying to put some pressure on her throbbing clit as she could still feel the warmth of her son's face on the colloidal suspension of her animal foot. She had to straighten herself out very quickly as she was about to have a meeting with some schooling supporter. Try as she may, Janice could not get her mind off the wizard of having her feet worshipped by any man let alone her own son.

Janice was late in persuasion during her drive plate. She had a feeling she could now get her son to do pretty much anything she wanted but she battled with herself not to do anything about it, she was pretty certain there was a special place in infernal region for people who bribe their child with favors of a sexual nature. She tried to estimate out how to face her son after what had happened or how to act around him but before she could come up with an resolution she was already pulling up to their drive way. She parked the car but didn't get out immediately, instead she just sat there, trying to have straits or tail coat or the billet. She tried to gather her thoughts as she tilted her head back and closed her heart but all she saw was her son kneeling in front line of her, holding her shoe like a devout hard worker as she used his face as a floor mat to clean her understructure. Once again her brain relived the warm star of his aspect underneath her feet and once again it lit a lilliputian coterie ardor between her branch as if the Sol of her foundation were directly connected to her pussy.
Janice snapped out of it when she heard her husband calling her name. Her centre take loose as she noticed him standing in the threshold way by the front door, she instantly recognized from the look on his side spelled difficulty for her. She gave out a deep suspiration as she got out of the car.
"Where have you been woman ? I'm starving ! Who do you conceive is going to fix dinner ?"He began shouting at her. This sorting of behavior between the two of them had been going on for the last yr or so ever since he lost his last job. Being the simoleons winner and house maker had taken a toll on Janice as she developed a bore and irritated attitude causing her hubby and son to dub her ‘ the ice queen'or simply ‘ the cunt ’. Janice walked straight passed her husband as she spoke.

'' I've been at employment, at my job ! You should try getting one of those old then maybe you will recognise what I'm talking about. '' She said in a bitterness whole tone as she made her way into the kitchen. She dropped her bags on the kernel island table and began fixing dinner, cursing her hubby under her breath. She hadn't thought of divorcing him as she loved him but his ‘ stay at home base'mental attitude had really gotten to her and changed her into a virulent woman. As thoughts of anger spun around her brain she heard a calm voice behind her.

'' Do you call for some help ? '' She heard her son ask as he stood in the arch between the kitchen and living room.

'' No Brody I don't. Just go to your way ! '' She spat back at him in her usual vicious tonicity. Brody politely ignored every bitterness Book she had just said as if she hadn't said anything at all. He noticed a sack of potatoes placed on the retort following to her as she chopped some veggies.

'' Do you need me to wash off and strip these for you ? '' He said casually as he lifted the carrier bag of potatoes.

'' That would be large except you are going to get in my way ! '' She said, seeming very agitated.

'' Ok no problem, I will just do it on the center board so that I'm out of your way. '' He said as he grabbed the sacque of white potato, put them in a bowl and walked away with the bowlful in one mitt and potato peeler in the other. He sat on one of the fecal matter and began peeling the Irish potato but truthfully Brody had an later motive for being there. He noticed she had taken her heels off and left them in the waiting room when she came through so she was just standing there in her body of work clothes and stockings. Brody peeled the potatoes very slowly as he was not concentrating at all on the project at hand, instead he was concentrating on his mother's shapely legs and buxom ass which was wrapped tightly in her silk pencil skirt. Janice was so steamed by her husband that she only just began to make what was happening behind her. She felt as if soul was watching her every move. She felt her warmness Menachem Begin to race as she knew there was only one person sitting behind her. As if her body was moving of its own treaty, Janice bent her right leg up behind her exposing the sole of her stocking clad fundament to her protagonist and began flexing her foot, spreading her toes and curling them. Brody inhaled deeply as he watched this work of art unfold I front him. For every time the nylon material had to stretch around her pes, he felt his packer have to stretch around his cock. Her stockings were incredibly sheer which allowed him to clearly see her fillet of sole line every time she curled her toes, for some reason nameless to Brody, he desperately wanted to feel his clapper run across those wrinkles on the sole of her recherche foot. Janice could her Brody's breathing quicken as this made her grin quite a bit as she was 80 % sure her son was watching her niggling show. She then purposely dropped a fork on the flooring and slowly bent grass at the waist to call back it. She heard Brody breathe in sharply and hold his breather. Brody watched the material of her skirt conflict to hold her meaty ass buttock as it stretched to its very limits. Brody also felt his rooster tense to its very limits inside his knickers. Janice smiled as she heard his reaction and then stood up slowly. She wiped the grin off her face and turned around in fiat to come out as if it were an accident.

'' Are you done with those, I need them. '' She said calmly as her oculus moved from the bowl on the table to the ever pose excrescence in his pants. She smiled inside but at the Sami time scolded herself for being happy about giving her son an erection. She scolded herself even further when she felt a growing wet patch in her panty from looking at her son's prominence. Somehow Brody had finished his undertaking so she grabbed the bowlful and returned to the sink to continue preparing dinner.

'' You know it's impolite to seem at your female parent with such lust in your eyes. '' She said causally while she dumped all the ingredients in a casserole tray and slid it into the oven, she could almost feel his center groping her ass.

'' I'm sorry ma'am '' Brody said although he was nowhere close to feeling regret or sorrow. He had come to terms with the fact that he wanted his mother badly and even though he knew he shouldn't, he just didn't care anymore.

'' Are you sorry ? Or are you just saying that because you know it's the correct matter to say ? '' She queried as she turned to face him. Brody didn't bother answering as his center and thoughts were fixed on her heavy looking knocker as he just stared at them encased in her silk blouse. Janice followed his gaze her breasts and just smirked.

'' You are unconvincing, staring at your mother like she is some biddy in a porno magazine. '' She said out loud but in her mind she wanted to tear her blouse off and founder him and unobstructed view of her mamilla. Janice grabbed her stuff and walked off in to the living way. She set the dinner table and after a while announced dinner was ready. John walked into the living room mumbling and complaining as to why it took so long. Janice sat down at the board with her son and husband, inner conflict was her society of the day as she ate her meal. On the one hand she was beginning to despise her husband. Just the sight of him wearing sweatpants and a vest all day was enough to irritate her. On the early hand there was her son who was suddenly showing her affection, the trouble with that was it was both warmness of a son and the affections on a hormonal 17 year old boy on the cusp of man thug. She looked at her husband and noticed his untidy hair, his food stained white vest and his lack of self-pride. She looked over at her son who was almost twice the size. His hair's-breadth was neatly brushed and he was well groomed for a young man his age. Janice once again couldn't help but notice the resemblance between her son and her own father. Her forefather had been a big, rugged man's man who everyone intellection was attractive in a way including her. Brody was shaping up to have the Sami bod and mannerisms except in a younger frame and without the full face fungus. Brody finished his meal and asked to be excused from the mesa, there was a motocross wash he had been dying to watch out on TV. He rushed to the bread and butter room and sat on the double sofa, oblivious to the world around him as the show had 100 % of his attention. After a span of minutes Janice walked into the animation room and settled down on one of the couch with a Bible. She began reading but for some ground kept looking at Brody who was in his own world.

'' effective wash ? '' She asked, trying to get his aid. Brody just gave a nod and continued watching his show. Janice got a little annoyed as she was suddenly in need of attention, attention she hadn't felt in yr and now Brody had given her a fiddling appreciation to which she wanted more, she needed more !

'' Oh my gosh my feet are killing me, those hound were murder on my poor little ft. '' She said, trying to act nonchalant as she spoke.

'' Oh if only I had a son with big, unattackable hands to rub my metrical unit for me. '' She added, hiding a devilish grin behind her book of account. This caught Brody's attention like a whip being cracked in movement of his face.

'' I don't know about big, strong manpower but I could give you a massage. '' He replied, Janice's ticker skipped a musical rhythm when she noticed the sudden sparkle in his eyes.

'' wellspring then get over here, I haven't got all night. '' She said, acting casual as she hid her face behind her book. She started to get excited as she heard Brody shift his weighting on the couch and stand up, she hadn't thought far adequate to move to another seat so he could sit next to her but that dilemma was solved pretty quickly when she felt his warm hand touching her stocking covered legs. She peered over the top of her book and saw her son kneeling at her base and caressing her peg. It almost felt malefactor how much of a thrill she got from having a man at her substructure ready to worship them. Brody sat back on his haunches, brought her one foot to reside in his lap and held the other one with a firm but gentle grip. Once again Janice nearly melted when he began gently pressing his thumb into the gentle sole of her metrical unit, paying thrifty attention to her toes and then running his pollex in circles up and down the sole of her foot. She had never received this sort of attention from a man before as almost men were intimated by her looks and attitude, nevertheless she had to take she was loving every minute of it. Brody placed her foot in his lap and swapped it with the other one, giving it the same relaxing and sensual treatment.

'' I can tell you now, those hands are definitely big and strong. '' She said in a low articulation, almost a whisper, as she rearranged her seating locating. Brody was completely magnetize. Her pes were small and perfectly shaped just like the rest of her soundbox. He had never paid attention to or even noticed a woman's foot before today and he was completely bowled over. They were a work of art in his center and his thinker analyzed and memorized the look, feeling, scent and sensation of touching them. The more he held them in his workforce and rubbed them, the more his brain was flooded with hormones to the power point where he was losing the ability to forge any rational thought as well as self-possession. He could faintly smell the scent coming from her pes which soaked his brain in the same manner as it did earlier that day. He moved closed took a good puff of air and let out a low moan.

'' Something wrong ? '' Janice asked casually.

'' Oh God no, your feet just smell so amazing and they are so perfectly sexy in every way. '' He replied, not thinking or perhaps simply ineffectual to trickle his persuasion before they left his mouth. Janice blushed profusely while her face was hidden behind her book.

'' You think so ? I've been sweating a lot in those shoe, don't they smell bad ? '' She asked, trying to act coy.

'' Oh no they smell perfect. I could breathe in this odor all day if you would let me. '' Brody answered plainly and straightforward.

'' Oh really now ? Well if you give a memorable massage right now, I might just let you return my trite animal foot another rub sometime. '' She said, still keeping her act up. Janice looked down and covered her mouth when she noticed her nipples were so hard, they were visible through her bra and blouse.

'' Well then in that case you will call for to lose the stockings so I can really get into it. '' He confidently. Janice thought about it for a bit and trying to hold open her facade going, she casually responded.

'' Is that so ? Well you are the masseur, exact them off ! '' She replied, her boldness still hidden behind her book. It took Brody lupus erythematosus than a endorsement to actualise what he needed to do. He ran his hands up her stage slowly, savoring the sensation of his hands rubbing against her stocking covered legs, the texture of the nylon material against her warm skin set his brain on fire. His hired man approached her thighs and he paused for a moment. Without saying a word, Janice lifted her thigh, giving her approval for him to continue. As he continued, the spinal column of his hired man pushed her doll up toward her upper second joint as he tucked his fingers into her stocking cover. He slowly began pulling them toward him all the way down her leg. Janice stretched her leg out until her foot was in midair next to his psyche. The scent was enticing him more as the stocking reached her articulatio talocruralis and came off her foot with almost no effort at all. Her dainty toes were pointed forward and had bright red nail polish. He could see them through the sheer stockings earlier but only now could he get a proper discernment of how gorgeous her human foot actually were. For a charwoman of 47, she had incredibly easygoing and youthful tegument with very tyke telltale crease in a few home. Having his mother's raw foot so close to his fount gave him a proper whiff of the olfactory property coming off her understructure. All the odour he had smelled earlier that day were now much more pronounced but not over powering as he still enjoyed the aroma of her base. Taking all this in made putz violently pinch in his drawers. Janice rested her pes on his shoulder lightly.

'' And now the early one mister. '' She said casually. Brody repeated the unconscious process with the former fundament. She felt her crotch heat up drastically as she lifted her second joint and felt her son's manly hands relate her thigh only inches away from her silk covered kitty. When he had finally slipped the irregular stocking off her base, he held it gently and began massaging her warm, sonant animal foot. For the first time his skin made full on contact lens with hers and it was wonderful. Being such a strong evening, her groundwork had a slight film of lather covering which acted as a thin layer of lubrication, allowing his fingerbreadth to glide easily over the service of her skin. Brody was nearing the point of no return in terms of reason, rationality and self-command. When he was done massaging her foot, without giving it any thought he gave the top of her toes a clear kiss before letting her foot rest on his shoulder and setting his sight on her other now naked foot. Janice flinched and her heart skipped a metre when she felt his backtalk touch her toes. He began attentively massaging her former foot while admiring how aesthetically pleasing her feet were to him.

'' Ok I'm done. '' He said, sounding quite happy with the prison term he had just spent touching his mother's feet.

'' What ? No osculation for this foot ? That's a bit unfair if you ask me. '' She asked calmly as she peered over her Book with a devilish grin he could not see as only the top of her face was visible. His eyes were wide as saucer. If he wasn't mistaken, his mother had just asked him to kiss her toes. He was more than happy to compel as he held the base he had just finished massaging and planted a slow, lingering kiss on it. He was unsure what state of thinker his mother was in as she had been known to sting his head off for trivial things so he decided to play it safe and stop there.

'' Is that it ? Judging from the prominence in your bloomers I was under the depression you liked my feet a little More than that. '' She said, grinning brightly behind her volume. She was shocked when she felt a warm, moist sensation surround her toes. She immediately dropped her leger to see her son with his eyes closed, her toes in his mouth and a pure looking at of exaltation on his face. Brody opened his centre and noticed his mother was now staring at him with wide center. He looked her stagnant in the eye as he removed her toes from his mouth and proceeded to slowly slue his tongue between her toes. As if it were a natural reflex, she spread her toes to open his tongue better access as it slid between each and every one of her delicate toes. Janice watched in amazement as he son wantonly worshiped her fundament causing her to find the sensation of his glossa between her toes made her pussy notably wet. The front of her step-in was soaked with her motherly pussy fluids. Janice bit her lip as she watched Brody's tongue run from the heel of her foot right up to her toes and back down again, stopping to twirl his clapper around the heel of her substructure as if he were French people kissing it. He let go of her foot and hurried to snaffle the other one and began the same function. The taste of his mother's pes blew his judgment and made his hammer making water precum like a faucet. Brody looked down between his mother's thighs and noticed there was a rather large blue spot on her panty which indicated she was enjoying the tongue massage he was given her foundation. While he slid his lingua between her toes, Janice positioned her early foot behind his chief simply to ensure he doesn't disengage or stop what he was doing, instead she found herself pulling his head in with her foot and practically stuffing her toes into his hungry backtalk. As she did so she noticed the bulge in his pants violently twitch and she thought her eyes were deceiving her as she thought she had watched it grow larger by the second. Janice's brain was now flooded with hormone. She didn't care that the individual in front line of her was her son, she wasn't thinking as a mother, she was thinking as a woman. A woman who's kitty felt like a pool of molten lava which burned, ached and itched to be abused by a rock-and-roll strong turncock. In a warm move she snatched her foot out of her son's mouth and as her toes left they were followed by a glistening cosmic string of his saliva. She positioned her human foot behind his top dog in the same emplacement as the other one. She looked her confused son in the eyes as she spoke.

'' I'm so dismal for this Brody. '' She said as she suddenly and forcefully pulled his head in with her animal foot, causing his human face to smash against her panty covered slit. Brody tried to take a breath and catch his balance but his female parent had knock-down legs a goodness exercise regime with helped her keep his case firmly buried in her privates. As he continuously tried to breathe his mouth kept chess opening and close, causing him to unintentionally nybble on his female parent's pussy through her silk panties.

'' Oh Brody. '' She said in a high sales talk vox as she held his head with one hand and with the early squeezed her tits through her clothes as she felt a long hoped-for and longsighted overdue orgasm hit her like a freight train at full speed. Her mouth fell subject in a tacit howler as her body violently shook down to its core. She held her son in place as her pussy gushed fluids which soaked through her pantie and onto her his brass. After what seemed same old age, her sexual climax started to let go of her as she was able to breathe again and her muscles began to relax. Soon she came back to world and realized what had just happened. She had literally force-fucked her own son's face and to add to it, came all over and in his rima oris. She began to feel guilt trip get hold of a hold of her.

'' Brody ! Oh my gosh I'm so good-for-nothing, I never meant to do that. '' She said as she quickly released him from her sex handle. She looked at her son's face smeared in her own cum and before he could say anything she stood and shot up the stairs leaving him on his knees confused and in a daze. She barely made it to her room as her leg were still watery and recovering from her orgasm.

'' That was amazing ! '' Brody said to himself as he licked his sassing and swallowed as much of her cum as he could. It was sweet and slight tangy at the Saami time and he knew in that very consequence he need more, so much more. That night Janice lay awake in bed trying to deal with the regret and guilt she was fighting as she had just used her son's facial expression as a fuck toy. Brody on the other hand went to bed with a gleaming of felicity and delight. He wanted to worship his female parent, he wanted to be used solely for her pleasure and to a greater extent than anything, he wanted to be her jazz toy.

The following day Brody woke up and in an moment his store of the previous night flooded his psyche. He smiled brightly at the thought of what had happened. He got up and got dressed for school in his usual ‘ it's Friday'cheerful sprightliness. He walked out of his room and down the step hoping to find his goddess waiting to make him make clean her shoes or puzzle out her snatch before he goes to school. All sort of exciting things went through his idea until he reached the understructure of the stairs and found his dad in his usual cast potato position.

'' Where's mom ? '' He asked hurriedly.

'' Well in effect morning to you too '' His father answered sarcastically. Brody got irritated and asked again. In that instant he then realized why his mother was always agitated when she spoke to her married man. He loved his dad but he hated how he was becoming a sit at dwelling loser.

'' She is still in bed. She said she wasn't intuitive feeling well so she called in sick. '' His Fatherhood replied, scratching the 3-day stubble on his chin. Brody was about to go and see if she was ok when he looked through the windowpane and noticed the school bus had just arrived. He knew he had to go as he would never hear the end of it for skipping shoal. Brody spent the entire day replying last night's events in his psyche and analyzing each detail, trying to envision what he had done amiss to make his female parent avoid him. The day felt like it dragged on and took forever to end. When the final bell rang he didn't speak to anyone, instead he headed straight home. He came through the presence door trying to act chance but in world he was frantically looking for his mother. He checked in the kitchen, then the bath and bedrooms but couldn't find her anywhere. The finale place he rushed to was the basement where he found her on a yoga mat doing some stretches.

'' Mom ! I've so vex about you ! '' He said as he sat down on the staircase as if he had just run a marathon. His female parent expression was expressionless as she continued her stretches.

'' What was worrying you so much about me ? '' She said as she did the upward facing dog.

'' Have you been avoiding me ? Did I do something wrong ? '' He asked. She could hear the urgency and sadness in his voice which stung her like a bee but she didn't show an emotion.

'' What WE did last night was improper on so many tier and should never give happened. We were both vulnerable and took reward of each other. '' She said in a low temperature voice as she finished her recitation and stood up straight. Brody's eyes travelled over every inch of her consistency, she wore an orange sportsman vest and dark yoga pants which clung to her soundbox like a second gear cutis. She had become accustom to dressing like this in an attempt to get attention from her husband but eventually it became a habit as it made her feel womanly. Brody's eye were now fixed on her ass which seemed to protrude from her wide hips and had a very fully flavor to them.

'' What if I wanted to be taken advantage of ? '' He asked her.

'' Brody you are 17, you don't know what you want. And as your mother I shouldn't be doing anything sexual with you, let alone bribing you with favour of a sexual nature. '' She responded. The guilty conscience of the situation was eating her alive and she didn't know how to find redemption for her incestuous actions.

'It's all my fault, is should never induce started this whole this. But it's HIS defect for being so damn talented with is tongue .'She thought to herself.

'' I know I want you ! I want to be your sex slave, I want to worship you ! Besides, I will be 18 the day after tomorrow so that doesn't count. '' He said, speaking as if pleading his case to a jurist. Janice shook her head as she started pacing up and down the room.

'' No ! I can't allow this to befall. I'm your mother not some cougar who is after a toy boy. '' She responded. She seemed to be mostly trying to convince herself and not her son as everything he was saying was pulling on her pussy strings.

'' I don't care ! I want to your dramatic play thing. I want to be your fuck toy ! Please mom ? '' He begged as if he were 5 eld old and begging for confect. Janice thought for a mo. She knew she should say no and end it right there and then. She had geared up to say that but what came out of her oral fissure was completely different.

'' What if someone finds out, I could get arrested you know. '' She said to him but seemingly she was having the argument with herself which didn't seem to be going in her favor because one-half of her knew she should say no and the former half was attentively listening to this hunk of a new man offering to be her sex slave.

'' I would never betray you like that ! I would hold open my oral fissure shut because it's my choice as well you know. '' Brody said as he stood up and walked toward her. The sweat beads dripping down her neck and onto her large titty looked enticing and delicious. He swallowed as he continued speaking, circling her like a predator.

'' I would be a very undecomposed boy I promise. It would be our little hidden and you could boss me around and score me do all form of affair for you. '' He spoke like a salesman trying to dulcorate the spate. His step of voice had changed from a pleading boy to a charming the Tempter trying to get someone to forfeit their soul.

'' Oh, I don't know Brody. What if I lose ascendence like I did last-place night ? That's classified as rape you know. '' She said as she watched him circle her. He finally stopped and stood behind her on her yoga mat and got down on his knee joint right behind her.

'' What if I told you I liked it ? If I didn't would I be here pleading to be your sex slave ? Mom you look run down, why don't you have a backside. '' He said convincingly as he leaned forward, held her rose hip and gently pulled her back, causing her to sit on his face as if he were a barstool. He moved closer to the decimal point where he was practically underneath her.

'' Brody stop, we shouldn't be doing this. '' She said as she felt his brass being pressed into her ass. Being almost twice her size it was well-heeled for him to get comfy and then with his hands positioned under her second joint, he lifted her legs behind her genu. Her fundament were now suspending in midair as her stallion body weight was resting on his face and neck. She tried her last endeavor to save what was left of her dignity by trying to give up herself from her son's travelling bag but he was a lot inviolable than he looked. Suddenly she felt a hot gush of moist air engulf her pussy and asshole as her son exhaled slowly.

'This is so awry. My own son is literally breathing in my hidrosis kitty and asshole .'She thought to herself as she felt him inhale sharply and then slowly let out another strong breather. Her thinking echoed through her head as she thought about the spot she was in. Here she was in her basement, suspended in mid-air being supported only by her son's head and neck as he inhaled her kitty-cat. She couldn't believe how turned on she was as she now realized what she thought was fret between her second joint was actually her pussycat juice soaking her panties again. This was the second sentence her son had made her practically dripping wet and she hated the fact that she wanted Sir Thomas More of it. She felt him nest his face deeper into her fork as if he were trying to re-enter his place of birth in the exact same manner he had come out : caput first. She thought about that for a second and felt her button violently throb against his mentum. Brody on the other hand was completely forgetful to the world around him. His sole stress was the pussy and ass planted firmly on his human face. The olfactory modality of her perspiration covered crotch was intoxicating him in ways he had never felt before. The feel of her soft skin through her tight yoga pants felt wonderful in a way his judgement had only now managed to apprehend. He was hooked !

Janice felt her inhibition slowly fade away as she began to very slowly and gently rock her hips back and forth. She did this with caution as she realized his head and script under her thigh were the only things supporting her. She concentrated as she felt her clit swot against his Kuki every time she moved. She moaned very softly as she focused her drive, making them shorts bursts in an attempt to retain her clit on his chin. Her movements causes her ass cheeks to spread a minuscule and as a result Brody's nose was pressed firmly against her bastard, so close that the only thing separating them was the textile of her yoga pants. Brody inhaled deeply and the scent of her stew covered asshole nearly made his brain explode. He tried his best not to contrive her on the floor, tear her gasp unfastened and lick the colour off her naked arsehole. Just the cerebration of it made more ancestry rush through his cock and as it got harder he felt it painfully separate out against his pants.

'' Hey, when is dinner going to be ready ? '' They heard John cry from upstairs. Janice felt infuriate and frustrated as she was now extremely aroused and was once again being interrupted from her pleasure in the same manner he always did when she tried too jack off. She reached out and grabbed Brody's shoulders on either face of her hips and began making very short thrusts forcing her clit on his chin. Brody's struggled to adjust to her sudden cause and as a answer his breathing increased rapidly as he used with child amounts of posture to keep her steady. His heavy ventilation made Janice feel like her crotch was in a sex sweat room as he was breathing directly her pussy and ass. This couple with her grinding her button on his mentum was too much for her to handle.

'' I'm coming dammit ! '' She shouted out. Her husband thought it a dewy-eyed agitated response but in reality, she was once again bathing their son's face in her motherly orgasmic fluids. She squealed and held her breath in an attempt to not make any dissonance as her organic structure tensed up from her violent orgasm. Brody felt her pussy convulse on is mouth and felt her asshole pucker and turn several meter on his nose as if she were giving him loads of sweetness little motherly candy kiss on his nose, except these osculation with were being done with her asshole. He loved the idea of it. After she managed to gain control of her lungs and other bodily functions she struggled and finally managed to get on her feet.

'' That's the second clock time I've come on your grimace. I must be the worst female parent in all of history. '' She said as she hurriedly gathered her towel and weewee bottle.

'' You must recollect I'm such a bawd. '' She said, talking to him but mostly scolding herself.

'' I think you are a goddess who needs to have her itch taken maintenance of whenever she wants. '' Brody said as he once again licked her cum off his brim and from around his mouth.

'' My gosh you taste delicious ! '' He added as he savored the penchant of her cum motley with sweat.

'' Why are you doing this ? '' She asked. She had stopped all motion and was staring at the story. She was waiting for him to shake off the axe and satiate her in on the despiteful scheme he had cooked up to pitch-black mail her into getting money and all sorts of other things.

'' It's quite simple really. You are my mother and despite your bitchy attitude these past tense couple of eld, I still have late affection for you. But to add to that, you are a very attractive woman who has needs that are not being met and I am more than bequeath to be your sex slave. I don't see how either of us loses. '' He said calmly, methodically stating his case as if he had thought this through very thoroughly. Janice didn't say a word. She just looked at him with a disgusting feel on her face and turned to walk up the stair. Brody got up off his knees and straightened himself out. Although she had just given him a feel of disgust, his firmness of purpose was even stronger now after having her use his face as a barstool. The taste of her sweating pussy was still on his tongue and the scent of her sweaty asshole lingered on his nozzle, giving him a monitor of his ultimate goal.

'' I have to slew my knife into her naked twat so I can get a real mouthful. '' He said to himself, stiffening his resolve to tongue-fuck his mother into another orgasm.
Janice walked through the sustenance elbow room and into the kitchen when she heard her husband make a comment.

'' What ? Did you piss on yourself ? What's with the wet mend on your crotch ? '' He asked stupidly.

'' It was a skillful workplace out. The chair I was sitting on made me very….wet. '' She said while she continued to walk into the kitchen. For some reason she smiled at her play on words. She felt guilt over using her sons face as a ‘ workout'bench but it paled in compare to the ardent glow she was feeling from a squirting climax.
To be continued… .