This story is split into 3 portion, each getting more hot up than the last.

It had been an unusually hot good afternoon considering summer hadn't yet started. Brody stared out the window as he sat in history class, the monotonous sound of Mr. Filk droning on had been washed out in Brody's head by the sound of the skirt chirping outside. If he didn't know any better, he could've sworn they were in the centre of summer. Brody's day dreaming had been rudely interrupted by a patch of crumpled up paper hitting the right slope of his face. As he snapped back to world he noticed everyone in the class rummaging through their knapsack and he then realized what had just happened. Mr. Filk had requested the student to submit their prep which Brody just remembered he had not actually done.

'' Ah Mr. Turner, would it be wrong for me to assume you haven't completed the assignment as common ? ``

Mr. Filk said in a patronizing tone as the whole class stopped to look at Brody, a few voicelessness and snicker 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.

'' wellspring that was the lowest straw, it's off to the principal 's power with you untried man. '' Mr. Filk concluded.
Brody groaned as he packed his bag and stood up from his seat. He left the classroom and made his way down the hallway where he took a seat outside the principal's office.

'' The lead will see you now Mr. Frederick Jackson Turner. '' The escritoire said to Brody without looking in his focus as she effortlessly tapped the key on her electronic computer, Brody stood up and walked into the principal's office and slouched down in a chair in movement of the principal's desk.
The head stared at him over the top of her small cast glasses, her grammatical construction appeared almost blank, showing only a clue of irritation.

'' Brody, how many clock time are we going to do this ? '' She said in a very monotonous but firm shade of voice.

'' Do what mom ? '' He responded sarcastically.
'' You know exactly what ! We agreed you will contribute this new shoal a prospect and so far you are the scholar I have seen the most in this part and always for the Lapplander grounds, the teachers 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 floor, unwilling to answer.

'' Brody, I 'm not going to ask you again. '' She said in a austere, matter-of-fact voice.

'' This schooling sucks, this town sucks and I hate it here. Why did you have to get this stupe job anyway ? '' He asked rhetorically.

Mrs. Turner let out a deep intimation of foiling as she took her glasses off, her piercing green eyes giving him a very restrain stare. Brody had grown rebellious since he had been through puberty but it was no contest for his mother's stern, strict nature. While looking at him she couldn't help but notice how much her son resembled her own Father-God. Brody stood at 6'2"and had very broad shoulders. He got his build from his grandfather as neither of his parents were above 5'7 '' in height. Looking over her son's feature and construction reminded so much of her father that it gave an idea and in that mo it was as if a ignitor 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 tone of voice.

'' They each had their own method of subject area and alternated between the two depending on the grimness of the punishment. '' She continued as she slid her narrow, rectangular framed glassful back onto her face.

'' The first method was used by my mother on many juncture. This method was used on us when we being disobedient or rude, or didn't complete our house chores. '' She said as she moved some stationary around on her desk.

'' Whenever one of us would get out of ascendancy, we would be forced to clean all the shoes in the sign of the zodiac, every unity one. This may not sound much like penalty but imagine having to clean more than 20 pairs 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 hungry. '' She said as she clicked the mouse sitting on her desk as if she were meddlesome with something on the computer while talking.

'' The sec was a quite straight forward. When we were out of control condition, our dad would simply whoop us until we couldn't sit down for the rest of that day. '' She said as she calmly swung her chair to the side, stood up and walked over to a wooden cupboard standing in the corner. She stood in front of the cupboard as she shifted some stuff around, Brody couldn't see what she was doing but he had honestly lost sake in the conversation about 5 second ago. He sat there day dreaming when he was brought back to realness by a cheap noise. He looked in front of him and realized what the noise was. His female parent had hit the desk quite hard with a poor wooden paddle.

'' Since your father 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 compliance out of you. '' She said, running her delicate fingerbreadth along the short length of the boat paddle. Brody looked at her in skepticism, like she had finally lost her intellect. 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, cellular telephone and television biz privileges. By the time we are done with you, you will think you are living in the Lucy Stone Age. '' She said quite sharply.

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

'' Oh cant 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 feed you, cloak you and prepare sure you get a good pedagogy, two of which we have managed, the endure one is why we are here in the maiden place. Now stand up and call on around before I thrash you AND take your privileges 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 senior high school heels on the floor as she walked around the desk and stood behind him. Without warning Brody heard a loud smacking sound and instantly felt his ass cheek warm up to the temperature hotter than the aerofoil of the sun. His face contorted and before he knew, a arcsecond strike landed in his ass. It must 've looked quite awkward should someone be able-bodied to see them as there was this petite, swish fair sex spanking a guy almost twice her size of it. Janice didn't want to assume it too far as unlike her Padre, she knew the difference between discipline and abuse. The force she used wasn't brutal but felt a lot risky as the totter sphere was astray and the Sir Henry Joseph Wood was fatheaded. Her strikes came in a total of 10, it didn't seem like much but Brody felt like his ass was on fire. In all the 17 twelvemonth he had been awake, 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 blot out her sensory faculty of atonement, 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 duties when you get home. '' She said as she turned her chair toward the computing machine and began typing up some document. Brody left the star's office and went back to 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 front door 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 notion as to what had happened. Not long after John that heard his wife's car pull up in the drive way and he heard the door open and tight. He heard the clicking of her heels as she walked toward the door, a sound he had grown to disdain as even the phone alone seemed arrogant to him. As she appeared in the door John gave a scolding look.

'' What the infernal region Janice ? What did you do this time ? '' He asked her in a yelling whisper.

'' I disciplined him ! Something you are clearly too lazy to do as the ‘ man'of the house. Some part model you are. '' She retorted as she walked into the kitchen and poured a trash of water. For the next hr the husband and wife bickered and argued about the Department of State of their family line, their marriage and how much of a gripe she had become. After what seemed like forever, Janice became irritate and walked out of the room, making her way to the chamber to get ready for a shower before bed. As she approached the bedchamber she noticed the luminosity was on and slowly walked toward the door and peeped into the room, unsure of what she would find. She first noticed Brody was sitting on the floor in front of her press with the doorway open and he had a bunch of shoes 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 obeisance she noticed he had a shoe cloth in his lap but he wasn't using it. She then noticed all he seemed to be doing was sniffing the innersole of her mellow cad as if it were an inspire drug. He was going to town on them, even going as far as licking the expanse where her toes and the arches of her groundwork would rest when wears them. Janice backed away slowly and stood against the bulwark as if hiding from manslayer. She tried to empathise what she had just seen but couldn't make sense of it. All sort of explanations run through her nous but none of them stuck. After what felt comparable 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 nothing, I'm just overreacting. '' She whispered to herself as she slipped her luxuriously dog back on her stocking habilitate base and began walking heavy hoof it toward her room to secure he heard her coming and would stop doing whatever he was doing and as she entered the elbow room she found him wiping her skid with the cloth as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

'' I think that's decent Brody, I've had a farsighted day and I need to take a cascade. '' She said as she unwrapped her scarf from around her shoulder. She always seemed to wear a scarf no topic what the atmospheric 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 part, almost barking at him.
Brody stood up and walked out of the elbow room, leaving everything as it was. He walked over to his room and threw himself on the bed. Surprisingly after everything he had been through today, he wasn't tempestuous but he had grown to begrudge his female parent for her position 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 shower and noticed the pile of shoes still lying on the storey outside the closet. Normally this would've irritated her highly, but she couldn't supporter but notice all the shoe Brody had been"cleaning"where all eminent heel. She then zeroed in on the blackguard she had seen Brody licking and sniffing and noticed the toe area of the skid was still glistening with his saliva. Janice couldn't make principal or tails of it and decided to impart everything as is. She threw herself onto the bed wrapped in only a towel and promptly fell asleep.
The future aurora Janice woke up and went through her common morning turn. She got dressed and sat at her dressing table. She stretched her leg out and rolled the bunched up thigh high stocking she had in her hand over her delicate, petite toes and rolled it up her smooth, shapely leg. She repeated the physical process with the other leg then stood up and walked over to her closet. She was about to strain for a random pair of heel but then noticed the couplet her son had been sniffing and liking the day before. They were sky wild blue yonder, letters patent leather high semblance peek toe high heels which were at to the lowest degree 5 inches in acme including a 3 in platform with dilute strap around her ankle. She thought about how long it had been since she finale wore them and decided to splay them onto her pes. She smiled as the shoes brought back retentivity of her clubbing days since these were her favorite shoes back then. While still reminiscing about her fun and adventuresome day she finished up getting ready and left for work. As she walked out the front door she noticed Brody had already left for school and whoremaster was still asleep on the couch where she usually found him. He claimed he was in between jobs but ever showed any pursuit and in actually looking for a new job. This was a cryptical induct exit and as a result Janice found herself getting agitated as she drove to crop. As she arrived at her office she tried to shrug it off and lead off her day.

'' Carla could you get Brody in here please ? '' She said and walked into her place. Soon after she heard Carla's part over the intercommunication system informing Mr. Turner his bearing is being requested in the dealer's spot. Brody heard the announcement and instantly got irritated. He made his way to the dealer's position and found his mother sitting in her usually spot in the waiting surface area, the memory of the premature day was still novel in his mind.

'' Come in Brody and close the room access behind you, we need to blab out. '' 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 shoe onto her infantry, her psyche didn't seem to be all there as she seemed to be acting without thinking.
As Brody sat down she sat quite for a mo, as if trying to pull herself together and bond herself back to reality and then suddenly remembered why she had called him to her billet in the first place.

'' I saw you last night with my shoe. '' She said abruptly. As soon as the net word left her lips she wished she could charm her lyric before they had reached him but it was too belated and she had no thought why she had just said that.

'' Wh ... what do you mean ? I was cleaning them like you told me to. '' He replied as she shifted in his derriere, showing obvious signs of being nervous.
"That may be so but I didn't tell you to cleanse them with your tongue."She said calmly, as if they were discussing the weather or his grades. Brody's center had now grown to the same size as saucers 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 renowned stares which simply meant turn back talking.
She thought about what she was about to say for a moment and was about to back down when chafe her toes together in her shoes and realized her perverted son's knife had been in that very same spot less than 24 minute ago. The persuasion of it infuriated her and excited her at the same clip and she had no idea why.

'' fountainhead since I can't seem to get through to you about your grades, I might as well use your disgusting perversion to my benefit. '' She said coldly, he could hear the judgment in her voice as she spoke.

'' Let's make a slew. I know you have a test coming up in two twenty-four hours and this will be the perfect tense testing basis for my niggling experiment. '' She paused for a abruptly spell then continued."If you get low grades on this test like you have been doing all this fourth dimension, I will larrup you again and you will have to clean mine and your father's place. And to add to that, no more than internet !"She stated. He was about to protest when she motioned him to keep quite with a hand gesture.
"I'm not finished."She paused again, her heard racing at the thought of the discussion that were about to leave alone her plump, red lips."If you do well in this psychometric test, you get to spank me instead AND I will provide you to lick and sniff my in high spirits heels…while I'm wearing them."She the shoemaker's last division in a humdrum vocalization as if she had just told him he needs to take the methamphetamine out.
Brody sat still like a statue for almost 5 proceedings trying to process what this witch of a adult female was saying to him however, her words were no longer cold instead they were thick like milk and soaked his brain as he tried to swear out them.

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

'' mint '' He said with even a snag second of hesitation 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 love the chance to get revenge on her for the previous day's punishment she had administered.
Janice tried to curled her toes inside her skid as she found herself quite excited by his exuberance. She honestly could not figure out what had possessed her to say such things to her son and why she way getting so excited about it. Brody stood up from the chair and left for category, all that was going through his oral sex was the opportunity to whip her into oblivion. Both of them had their own agendas that were getting them excited but they had no idea of what they were getting themselves into.
The next two days passed and were mostly uneventful for Janice. She went through the Saame strain from oeuvre and got rest home to the Lapplander scrap with her husband who she was growing pall of day by day. Brody on the other hired man had his hands full. He was determined to get his revenge on the char who tormented him and spanked him like a child. Having this goal in mind, he studied diligently for the adjacent two days, barely getting any nap and studying up until the odd hours of the good morning. The day of the test came and went and Brody felt quite confident that he had done well in the run. The following day he waited for the inevitable sound of Carla's voice over the intercom telling him to account to the lead's office and when he did, he obliged without moment of hesitation. He walked into the bureau to find his mother sitting in her usual seats position reading what looked like his mental test weather sheet. He looked her over thoroughly. Her neck length Black person fuzz was cut neatly in a bob except instead of a fringe, it function clean in the center of her forehead and framed her cheek perfectly. She had striking fleeceable eyes, her peel looked as though it were made of porcelain, her brim were fatheaded and fully, to which she always applied a thick layer of red lip rouge. Her organic structure had a low systema skeletale but with unusually prominent chest, she always claimed bigger breast are just about the only matter she got out of her marriage ceremony and pregnancy. Her consistency had a curvaceous and well-toned shape as she worked out 3 clock time a week but never kept a nonindulgent diet, giving her consistence a layer of fat over her brawny structure which left her soft but unshakable and curvy in all the right topographic point. Of trend she counted herself ill-starred as no quantity of working out would renounce her from having the wide ‘ mom pelvic girdle'she developed after giving birth. Although she saw this as a downside, when wearing a tight dress of pencil skirt, her ‘ mom hips'combined with her regular physical exercise gave her a knockout figure.

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

'' So Mr. Turner, we have arrived at D-Day once again. I have your trial results here and I must say, I'm both surprised and not surprised at the same time. '' She said as she put the weather sheet of paper down on the table gently.

'' You did very well on this trial run. The instructor even made a remark stating whatever has motivated you should be made a permanent thing in your spirit. '' She said, trying to deem back a smile as she was so throb to finally have verification that her son was just as smarting as she hoped he was even though she knew her ass impudence were about to pay the damage for such confirmation.

'' Any way, a deal 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 same paddle she had used on him a few days prior. She lightly stepped between him and the desk and placed her ribbon on the desk as she bent over, the cloth of her doll stretched to its maximum capacity. Brody held the paddle in his hired hand and looked at it, the very Sami boat paddle that had been used to humiliate him just Clarence Day before this moment and then looked at his mother's perfectly round ass covered in the material of the Shirley Temple Black silk pencil chick she was wearing. It was if a switch had been flipped in his head. Janice for some reason was expecting this to be a fun lesson but learned quickly that would not be the compositor's case. Before she knew it she felt Brody's hired man lift her skirt and bundle it up until it was bunched up around her shank. Janice's warmheartedness began to race as she realized this was not going according to plan and tried to stand up but as she moved she felt Brody's hand firmly grab the spine of her neck and military group her down against the desk, her titty hit the wooden desk making a muffled thud as she exhaled. Brody's eyes roamed freely over his mother's exposed ass and to his pleasure, she was wearing a child risque silk panty which strongly resembled Gallic knee pants. He marveled at the how smooth her ass looked and how it gradually curved inward to come across the top of her pale second joint which were covered by black sheer thigh high stockings. Brody lifted his right hand which had the paddle in it with a fully backward swing until it was almost above his headland before letting it fly at ferocious speed toward its objective. If the office door wasn't closed and midst in width, Brody was pretty sure the full schoolhouse would've heard the sound of wood making contact with bare, soft pelt at gamey swiftness. Janice's physical structure went unshakable and her oral cavity gibe open to sacrifice a soundless scream of agony. Her eyes were as big as discus as she felt her left ass cheek burn from a hurting she was not expecting. She knew her son would have fun getting revenge but she never in a million years thought he would use such force on his own mother. Before she could end her thought she felt the back swat estate on her redress ass cheek, this time causing her to dedicate out a piddling, barely audible squeal. She tried to struggle and move 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 strike missed its butt and hit her square in the genital organ area, bathing her kitty-cat and asshole in invisible fervor. She felt her middle welling up with tears in anticipation for the succeeding hit which did make it but was noticeably unlike. Instead of hard, inhuman Natalie Wood she felt warm skin deliver the side by side strike. The second strike landed, then the tierce, each one taken longer for his hand to separate from the peel of her warm ass nerve. After several hell dust, 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 unappeasable representative possible. Brody didn't respond, instead he now used both hands to caress her milky ass gently.

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

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

'' You still have the second component of your wages commend ? '' She said to her son as she walked around her desk and sat in her fundament, trying to act as if she weren't in painful sensation and hadn't just been humiliated.

'' You mean you are still going to let me….. '' He was cut off by Janice putting her tiny index finger to her plump, red lips in a motion 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 situation. '' She said, sounding callous and indifferent as the painfulness 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 clothe leg and pointed her high heeled foot toward the rampart. Brody didn't say a word and in seconds he was on his human 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 early behind her achilles tendon. His grip was business firm but gentle. Janice almost felt her leg melt into his manpower as his caress was exactly the way she always wished a man would touch but no man ever did, it was always either too soft or too forceful. Brody ran his hand up and down the back of her leg, relishing the tactile property of her smooth leg wrapped in the sheer black nylon material. He lifted her leg slightly and leaned forward with puckered lips, intent on realizing his late phantasy. Janice watched this vista unfold in social movement of her as if it were in slow motion and whether it was by out-and-out destiny or accuracy, he planted a kiss rightfulness on the opening of her shoe where her toes were peeping out. Janice felt a quiver run up her leg almost as if she felt a very lowly electrical jolt. She bit her lip as she watched her son plant another kiss on her base, this time it was just below her ankle and she felt his warm lips make full touch with her nylon clad hide. Brody's mind had gone completely numb, if this were a cartoon and an X-ray picture of his brainiac was shown, all that would be see is a throbbing penis inside his skull because right his cock was doing all the thinking for him. Brody began slowly licking his mother's high heel shoe, his tongue touched every in of it. His brained was electrified by the feel of patent leather against his tongue. He grabbed her other foot and began the same subroutine only this time he ended by gently holding the heel of her shoe and slipping it off. He slowly lifted it to his nose and closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply. The odor was unlike anything he had every experienced before. It was a advanced mixture of hot chocolate butter body lotion, the deliquium smell of her perfume, the faint smell of sweat from worn nylons topped off with the intoxicating scent of the innersole of a leather eminent cad. That was the minute Brody knew he had crossed into a place he could never retrovert from.
He slid the early shoe off his mother's dainty foot and held them English by side in battlefront of his face and inhaled deeply, the olfactory property seemed to attain his pecker throb and pulsate harder by the second.

'' Oh my gosh you are such a ass degenerate, it's disgusting ! '' She said out flashy, but in her mind she hoped, no, she prayed he wouldn't check his perverted demeanor as she grew increasingly excited by having a man on his stifle in front of her, worshiping her. Her voice seemed to travel a very far distance before reaching her son. When he did eventually register her news, he simply lowered her heels and placed them in his lap, as close to his genitalia as potential as he scooted tightlipped and sat back on his haunches making himself sit as low as potential before her. He reached out and held her feet behind the ankles and lifted them, Janice's agency chair tilted back and reclined as her symmetricalness was forcefully shifted. He lifted her pegleg until her feet were in range of his face and then gently let them dismiss, giving a muffled tapping audio as her foot met the surface of his face. In shock Janice sat very still, not knowing what exactly was going on in that moment all the while Brody just sat there and marveled at how soft her human foot were, how warm her feet were and how the gorgeous scent coming off them made his cock feel like it's about to rupture through his pants. There was an ever increasing wet post in front of his gasp as he had never felt this set up before.
Janice sat back trying to figure out what to do next. She was in conflict with herself. contribution 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 heavy 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 floor mat. She rubbed her groundwork on every inch of his facial expression devising for sure she spread her toes as she ran them over his wind to ensure he gets a adept whiff.
"You like that don't you ? You like having your mother rub her sweaty feet all over your grimace huh ?"She said to him, her hands cupped her rima oris as she tried to charm her countersign but they had already escaped.

'' mmmmmmm….they smell so good. '' Was all Janice heard from her son. The oscillation of the al-Qa'ida in his articulation travelled straight through her metrical foot, up her legs and between her thighs. 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 foundation away from her Logos wanting typeface and answered the call.

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

'' Brody you can not tell a soul about this ! '' She said to him, knowing how vindictive both he and her married man can be toward her. His response took her by surprise. There was here son who she hadn't gotten along with in over 10 years, on his human knee in movement of her with a huge bulge in his drawers, gently slipping her high heel on for her one by one. He licked his mouth as he looked at her perfective toes peeping out of her shoes.

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

'' I will be in my room when you get home, please let me know if me to do anything for you or aid you with anything mom. '' He said as he finally left the room, leaving Janice dumb founded by his sudden modification of attitude. 30 min ago she could swan he loathed her and now he is calling her a goddess.
"I'm going to have 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 insistency on her throbbing clit as she could still feel the warmness of her son's face on the soles of her substructure. She had to straighten herself out very quickly as she was about to possess a meeting with some schooltime sponsors. Try as she may, Janice could not get her judgment off the sensation of having her feet worshipped by any man let alone her own son.

Janice was deep in intellection during her driving home. She had a flavour she could now get her son to do pretty a great deal anything she wanted but she battled with herself not to do anything about it, she was pretty sure enough there was a special place in hell for people who bribe their children with favor of a sexual nature. She tried to figure out how to confront her son after what had happened or how to act around him but before she could get along up with an answer she was already pulling up to their beat back way. She parked the car but didn't get out immediately, instead she just sat there, trying to make headland or fundament or the situation. She tried to gather her thoughts as she tilted her headspring back and closed her eyes but all she saw was her son kneeling in front of her, holding her shoe like a devout slave as she used his face as a floor mat to pick her substructure. Once again her brain relived the warm wizard of his face underneath her feet and once again it lit a footling encampment blast between her stage as if the colloidal solution of her understructure were directly connected to her pussy.
Janice snapped out of it when she heard her married man calling her public figure. Her eyes shot loose as she noticed him standing in the door way by the look door, she instantly recognized from the facial expression on his face spelled hassle for her. She gave out a inscrutable sigh as she got out of the car.
"Where have you been womanhood ? I'm starving ! Who do you think is going to fix dinner party ?"He began shouting at her. This sort of behavior between the two of them had been going on for the stopping point year or so ever since he lost his last job. Being the cabbage succeeder and household God Almighty had taken a price on Janice as she developed a tire out and irritated posture causing her husband and son to dub her ‘ the ice queen regnant'or simply ‘ the bitch ’. Janice walked straight passed her husband as she spoke.

'' I've been at study, at my job ! You should try getting one of those sometime then maybe you will know what I'm talking about. '' She said in a bitter tone as she made her way into the kitchen. She dropped her traveling bag on the center island table and began fixing dinner, cursing her husband under her breath. She hadn't thought of divorcing him as she loved him but his ‘ stay at house'position had really gotten to her and changed her into a bitter woman. As intellection of anger spun around her brain she heard a unagitated representative behind her.

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

'' No Brody I don't. Just go to your room ! '' She spat back at him in her usual reprehensible flavor. Brody politely ignored every bitterness discussion she had just said as if she hadn't said anything at all. He noticed a sack of tater placed on the counter next to her as she chopped some veggies.

'' Do you need me to wash and peel these for you ? '' He said casually as he lifted the sack of potatoes.

'' That would be expectant 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 sack of Solanum tuberosum, put them in a pipe bowl and walked away with the trough in one hand and white potato peeler in the other. He sat on one of the faecal matter and began peeling the potatoes but truthfully Brody had an ulterior motive for being there. He noticed she had taken her blackguard off and left them in the couch 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 job at paw, instead he was concentrating on his mother's shapely wooden leg and well-endowed ass which was wrapped tightly in her silk pencil skirt. Janice was so annoyed by her married man that she only just began to realize what was happening behind her. She felt as if person was watching her every motion. She felt her heart begin to raceway as she knew there was only one person sitting behind her. As if her dead body was moving of its own accord, Janice bent her right leg up behind her exposing the sole of her stocking fit out foundation to her admirer and began flexing her understructure, spreading her toes and curling them. Brody inhaled deeply as he watched this study of art unfold I front him. For every time the nylon cloth had to adulterate around her foot, he felt his boxers have to unfold around his cock. Her stockings were incredibly sheer which allowed him to clearly see her sole line every meter she curled her toes, for some reason unknown to Brody, he desperately wanted to experience his knife run across those furrow on the sole of her exquisite ft. Janice could her Brody's breathing quicken as this made her smile quite a bit as she was 80 % sure her son was watching her little show. She then purposely dropped a fork on the floor and slowly bent at the waist to call back it. She heard Brody inhale sharply and hold his breath. Brody watched the stuff of her skirt struggle to arrest her meaty ass face as it stretched to its very limit point. Brody also felt his cock tense to its very limits inside his pants. Janice smiled as she heard his reaction and then stood up slowly. She wiped the smile off her side and turned around in monastic order to appear as if it were an accident.

'' Are you done with those, I need them. '' She said calmly as her eyes moved from the bowl on the tabular array to the ever present bulge in his pants. She smiled inside but at the Lapp time scolded herself for being well-chosen about giving her son an hard-on. She scolded herself even further when she felt a growing wet dapple in her panties from looking at her son's bulge. Somehow Brody had finished his labor so she grabbed the bowl and returned to the cesspool to continue preparing dinner.

'' You know it's impolite to look at your mother with such lust in your eyes. '' She said causally while she dumped all the constituent in a casserole tray and slip it into the oven, she could almost palpate his eyes groping her ass.

'' I'm sorry ma'am '' Brody said although he was nowhere close to feeling regret or regret. He had come to terminal figure with the fact that he wanted his female parent 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 thing to say ? '' She queried as she turned to front him. Brody didn't bother answering as his eyes 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 incredible, staring at your mother like she is some chick in a porn powder magazine. '' She said out loud but in her mind she wanted to snap her blouse off and give him and unobstructed view of her mamilla. Janice grabbed her material and walked off in to the aliveness elbow room. She set the dinner table and after a spell announced dinner was set up. lavatory walked into the living way mumbling and complaining as to why it took so long. Janice sat down at the tabular array with her son and husband, inner conflict was her parliamentary procedure of the day as she ate her meal. On the one helping hand she was beginning to despise her husband. Just the flock of him wearing sweatpants and a undershirt all day was enough to irritate her. On the other hand there was her son who was suddenly showing her tenderness, the problem with that was it was both affections of a son and the heart on a hormonal 17 year old boy on the cusp of man hood. She looked at her husband and noticed his untidy pilus, his intellectual nourishment stained white vest and his lack of self-esteem. She looked over at her son who was almost twice the size. His hair 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 father had been a big, rugged man's man who everyone thought was attractive in a way including her. Brody was shaping up to have the like build and mannerisms except in a younger form and without the total whiskers. Brody finished his meal and asked to be excused from the mesa, there was a motocross race he had been dying to watch on TV. He rushed to the keep elbow room and sat on the double sofa, oblivious to the world around him as the show had 100 % of his aid. After a couple of minutes Janice walked into the living room and settled down on one of the sofas with a leger. She began reading but for some understanding kept looking at Brody who was in his own world.

'' expert airstream ? '' She asked, trying to get his attention. Brody just gave a nod and continued watching his show. Janice got a niggling annoyed as she was suddenly in need of attention, attention she hadn't felt in years and now Brody had given her a piffling gustatory perception to which she wanted more, she needed more !

'' Oh my gosh my substructure are killing me, those heel were slaying on my poor little base. '' She said, trying to act insouciant as she spoke.

'' Oh if only I had a son with big, strong hands to rub my feet for me. '' She added, hiding a mephistophelian smile behind her Word. This caught Brody's attention like a party whip being cracked in front of his face.

'' I don't know about big, unattackable helping hand but I could make you a massage. '' He replied, Janice's spunk skipped a beat when she noticed the sudden twinkle in his eyes.

'' wellspring then get over here, I haven't got all Nox. '' She said, acting casual as she hid her face behind her rule book. She started to get excited as she heard Brody agitate his exercising weight on the lounge and bear up, she hadn't thought far enough to move to another seat so he could sit adjacent to her but that dilemma was solved pretty quickly when she felt his quick hands touching her stocking covered branch. She peered over the top of her account book and saw her son kneel at her feet and caressing her wooden leg. It almost felt deplorable how much of a thrill she got from having a man at her feet quick to worship them. Brody sat back on his haunches, brought her one foot to breathe in his lap and held the other one with a firm but gentle grasp. Once again Janice nearly melted when he began gently pressing his thumb into the soft sole of her foot, paying careful tending to her toes and then running his ovolo in circles up and down the sole of her foot. She had never received this sort of care from a man before as most men were intimated by her facial expression and attitude, nevertheless she had to admit she was loving every minute of it. Brody placed her base in his lap and swapped it with the other one, giving it the same relaxing and carnal treatment.

'' I can distinguish you now, those paw are definitely big and strong. '' She said in a low voice, almost a whisper, as she rearranged her seating emplacement. Brody was completely spell-bound. Her feet were lowly and perfectly shaped just like the rest of her torso. He had never paid attending to or even noticed a cleaning woman's infantry before today and he was completely bowled over. They were a work of art in his eyes and his idea analyzed and memorized the look, feel, aroma and sensation of touching them. The more he held them in his hands and rubbed them, the more his brainpower was flooded with internal secretion to the point where he was losing the power to form any rational thought as well as self-control. He could faintly smack the scent coming from her substructure which soaked his brain in the same mode as it did earlier that day. He moved closed took a good whiff and let out a low moan.

'' Something wrong ? '' Janice asked casually.

'' Oh God no, your base just smell so stupefy and they are so perfectly sexy in every way. '' He replied, not thinking or perhaps simply ineffectual to filter his thoughts 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 shoes, don't they smell bad ? '' She asked, trying to act coy.

'' Oh no they smell utter. I could inspire this odour 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 give my tired base 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 seeable through her bra and blouse.

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

'' Is that so ? fountainhead you are the masseur, choose them off ! '' She replied, her face still hidden behind her book. It took Brody less than a irregular to realize what he needed to do. He ran his hands up her legs slowly, savoring the sensation of his deal rubbing against her stocking covered legs, the texture of the nylon material against her affectionate cutis set his brain on fire. His hands approached her thigh and he paused for a moment. Without saying a tidings, Janice lifted her thigh, giving her commendation for him to continue. As he continued, the book binding of his hands pushed her chick up toward her upper thigh as he tucked his digit into her stocking tops. 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 top dog. The perfume was enticing him more as the stocking reached her ankle and came off her foot with almost no cause at all. Her goody toes were pointed forward and had bright red nail cultivation. He could see them through the sheer stockings earlier but only now could he get a right appreciation of how gorgeous her feet actually were. For a cleaning lady of 47, she had incredibly soft and young pelt with very underage telltale crinkle in a few places. Having his mother's naked groundwork so close to his brass gave him a proper whiff of the fragrance coming off her foot. All the fragrance he had smelled earlier that day were now much more pronounced but not over powering as he still enjoyed the scent of her foot. Taking all this in made cock violently twitch in his gasp. Janice rested her ft on his shoulder lightly.

'' And now the former one Mr. '' She said casually. Brody repeated the procedure with the other foot. She felt her crotch heating up drastically as she lifted her thigh and felt her son's manly hands adjoin her thigh only inches away from her silk covered pussy. When he had finally slipped the secondment stocking off her pes, he held it gently and began massaging her warm, soft ft. For the for the first time time his skin made total on link with hers and it was marvelous. Being such a warm evening, her feet had a thin film of sweat covering which acted as a slender layer of lubrication, allowing his finger's breadth to glide easily over the service of her skin. Brody was nearing the point of no return key in footing of ground, rationality and self-control. When he was done massaging her foot, without giving it any thought he gave the top of her toes a light candy kiss before letting her groundwork rest on his articulatio humeri and setting his sight on her other now raw foot. Janice flinched and her heart skipped a beat when she felt his lips touch her toes. He began attentively massaging her other human foot while admiring how aesthetically pleasing her feet were to him.

'' Ok I'm done. '' He said, sounding quite happy with the time he had just spent touching his female parent's feet.

'' What ? No kiss for this ft ? That's a bit unfair if you ask me. '' She asked calmly as she peered over her book with a roguish grinning he could not see as only the top of her expression was visible. His oculus were wide as discus. If he wasn't mistaken, his mother had just asked him to snog her toes. He was more than glad to oblige as he held the foot he had just finished massaging and planted a slow, lingering kiss on it. He was unsure what land of idea his mother was in as she had been known to prick his head off for fiddling things so he decided to toy it safe and stop there.

'' Is that it ? Judging from the bulge in your pants I was under the impression you liked my animal foot a little to a greater extent than that. '' She said, grinning brightly behind her playscript. She was shocked when she felt a warm, moist wizard surround her toes. She immediately dropped her book to see her son with his heart closed, her toes in his mouth and a virginal look of XTC on his face. Brody opened his center and noticed his female parent was now staring at him with wide-eyed center. He looked her dead in the eye as he removed her toes from his mouthpiece and proceeded to slowly skid his tongue between her toes. As if it were a instinctive instinctive reflex, she spread her toes to hand his tongue better accession as it slid between each and every one of her delicate toes. Janice watched in amazement as he son wantonly worshiped her foot causing her to detect the sensation of his tongue between her toes made her pussy notably wet. The forepart of her panty was soaked with her maternally puss fluids. Janice bit her lip as she watched Brody's tongue run from the heel of her metrical unit right hand up to her toes and back down again, stopping to twirl his clapper around the heel of her foot as if he were French kissing it. He let go of her groundwork and hurried to seize the early one and began the same procedure. The appreciation of his mother's feet blew his mind and made his cock leak precum like a spigot. Brody looked down between his mother's thigh and noticed there was a rather large dark spot on her panty which indicated she was enjoying the tongue massage he was given her feet. While he slid his tongue between her toes, Janice positioned her other substructure behind his head simply to assure he doesn't disengage or lay off what he was doing, instead she found herself pulling his head in with her human foot and practically stuffing her toes into his hungry mouth. 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 2nd. Janice's mind was now flooded with internal secretion. She didn't care that the person in battlefront of her was her son, she wasn't mentation as a mother, she was thinking as a woman. A cleaning lady who's puss felt like a pool of molten lava which burned, ached and itched to be abused by a stone tough dick. In a promptly gesture she snatched her foot out of her son's mouth and as her toes left they were followed by a glistening strand of his spit. She positioned her fundament behind his head teacher in the Saame position as the early one. She looked her confused son in the eyes as she spoke.

'' I'm so no-account for this Brody. '' She said as she suddenly and forcefully pulled his head in with her foot, causing his face to smash against her scanty covered pussy. Brody tried to breathe and becharm his balance but his female parent had powerful legs a good physical exercise regime with helped her keep his fount firmly buried in her genital organ. As he continuously tried to breathe his mouthpiece kept chess opening and ending, causing him to unintentionally pick on his mother's puss through her silk panties.

'' Oh Brody. '' She said in a richly rake voice as she held his promontory with one hand and with the other squeezed her mammilla through her clothes as she felt a prospicient await and long overdue orgasm hit her like a cargo train at full speed. Her mouth fell undecided in a silent riot as her organic structure violently shook down to its nucleus. She held her son in place as her kitty-cat gushed fluids which soaked through her scanty and onto her his grimace. After what seemed wish twelvemonth, her orgasm started to let go of her as she was capable to respire again and her muscles began to slack. Soon she came back to reality and realized what had just happened. She had literally force-fucked her own son's fount and to add to it, came all over and in his mouthpiece. She began to feel guilt take a hold of her.

'' Brody ! Oh my gosh I'm so pitiful, I never meant to do that. '' She said as she quickly released him from her sex suitcase. She looked at her son's face smeared in her own cum and before he could say anything she stood and shot up the step leaving him on his knees confused and in a fog. She barely made it to her room as her pegleg were still weak and recovering from her orgasm.

'' That was amazing ! '' Brody said to himself as he licked his lips and swallowed as a good deal of her cum as he could. It was perfumed and piddling tangy at the like time and he knew in that very moment 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 side as a fuck toy. Brody on the early hand went to bed with a glow of felicity and pleasure. He wanted to worship his mother, he wanted to be used solely for her pleasure and more than anything, he wanted to be her fuck toy.

The side by side day Brody woke up and in an instant his memories of the previous night flooded his brain. He smiled brightly at the thought of what had happened. He got up and got dressed for school in his usual ‘ it's Friday'upbeat spirit. He walked out of his elbow room and down the stairs hoping to recover his goddess waiting to shit him clean her place or lick her pussy before he goes to school day. All sorts of exciting things went through his mind until he reached the pes of the stairs and found his dad in his usual redact spud position.

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

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

'' She is still in bed. She said she wasn't look well so she called in sick. '' His founding father replied, scratching the 3-day shuck on his mentum. 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 get a line the end of it for skipping schooltime. Brody spent the entire day replying hold out night's events in his head and analyzing each detail, trying to figure what he had done wrong to micturate his mother 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 straw man door trying to act daily but in realism he was frantically looking for his mother. He checked in the kitchen, then the can and bedrooms but couldn't find her anywhere. The close place he rushed to was the basement where he found her on a yoga mat doing some stretches.

'' Mom ! I've so worried about you ! '' He said as he sat down on the staircase as if he had just run a battle of Marathon. His mother face 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 ruefulness in his voice which stung her like a bee but she didn't show an emotion.

'' What WE did cobbler's last night was improper on so many story and should never have happened. We were both vulnerable and took advantage of each former. '' She said in a cold representative as she finished her physical exertion and stood up straight. Brody's eyes travelled over every in of her body, she wore an orangeness athletics vest and black yoga drawers which clung to her physical structure like a back skin. She had become accustom to dressing like this in an attempt to get attention from her married man but eventually it became a riding habit as it made her feel womanly. Brody's heart were now fixed on her ass which seemed to bulge out from her wide hips and had a very broad look 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 favor of a sexual nature. '' She responded. The guiltiness of the situation was eating her active and she didn't know how to find out buyback for her incestuous actions.

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

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

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

'' I don't aid ! I want to your play thing. I want to be your lie with toy ! Please mom ? '' He begged as if he were 5 years old and begging for candy. Janice thought for a moment. 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 mouth was completely different.

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

'' I would never grass you like that ! I would keep my back talk 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 prominent breasts looked enticing and delicious. He swallowed as he continued speaking, circling her like a predator.

'' I would be a very well boy I promise. It would be our little unavowed and you could boss me around and take a leak me do all sorting of things for you. '' He spoke like a salesman trying to sweeten the raft. His tone of vocalism had changed from a pleading boy to a charming devil trying to get someone to throw overboard their soul.

'' Oh, I don't know Brody. What if I lose control like I did last night ? That's classified as Brassica napus 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 tired, why don't you have a seat. '' He said convincingly as he leaned forward, held her rosehip and gently pulled her back, causing her to sit on his face as if he were a barstool. He moved closer to the point where he was practically underneath her.

'' Brody block off, we shouldn't be doing this. '' She said as she felt his side being pressed into her ass. Being almost twice her size it was promiscuous for him to get comfy and then with his hired man positioned under her thigh, he lifted her pegleg behind her stifle. Her pes were now suspending in midair as her total body weight was resting on his facial expression and neck. She tried her lowest attack to keep what was left of her dignity by trying to free herself from her son's clutch but he was a lot stronger than he looked. Suddenly she felt a hot ebullition of moist air engulf her slit and SOB as her son exhaled slowly.

'This is so wrong. My own son is literally breathing in my sweating slit and dickhead .'She thought to herself as she felt him inhale sharply and then slowly let out another warm breathing time. Her mentation echoed through her head as she thought about the situation she was in. Here she was in her basement, suspended in mid-air being supported only by her son's head and neck opening as he inhaled her pussy. She couldn't believe how turned on she was as she now realized what she thought was fret between her thighs was actually her snatch succus soaking her panties again. This was the second time her son had made her practically dripping wet and she hated the fact that she wanted to a greater extent of it. She felt him nest his nerve deeper into her genitals as if he were trying to re-enter his place of giving birth in the exact Lapp way he had come out : capitulum first. She thought about that for a minute and felt her clit violently throb against his Kuki-Chin. Brody on the other script was completely oblivious to the world around him. His sole nidus was the pussy and ass planted firmly on his fount. The smell of her exertion covered crotch was intoxicating him in path he had never felt before. The feel of her diffused peel through her stiff yoga trouser felt wonderful in a way his mind had only now managed to comprehend. He was hooked !

Janice felt her inhibitions slowly fade away as she began to very slowly and gently rock her hips back and forth. She did this with carefulness as she realized his straits and hands under her second joint were the only if things supporting her. She concentrated as she felt her clit grind against his chin every time she moved. She moaned very softly as she focused her front, making them shorts fusillade in an try to keep her button on his chin. Her movements causes her ass cheek to overspread a little and as a result Brody's nose was pressed firmly against her asshole, so close that the only matter separating them was the material of her yoga pants. Brody inhaled deeply and the scent of her perspiration covered asshole nearly made his brain explode. He tried his best not to throw her on the floor, tear her pants clear and lick the colouration off her naked bastard. Just the sentiment of it made more blood haste through his rooster and as it got harder he felt it painfully strain against his pants.

'' Hey, when is dinner going to be set up ? '' They heard whoremonger shout from upstairs. Janice felt infuriated 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 masturbate. She reached out and grabbed Brody's shoulder joint on either slope of her pelvic arch and began making very short thrusts forcing her clit on his chin. Brody's struggled to adjust to her sudden movements and as a upshot his breathing increased rapidly as he used large amounts of strength to hold open her steadfast. His heavy respiration made Janice feel like her fork was in a sex sauna as he was breathing directly her pussy and ass. This match with her grinding her clit on his Kuki was too a good deal for her to handle.

'' I'm coming dammit ! '' She shouted out. Her hubby thought it a simple agitated response but in realness, she was once again bathing their son's face in her motherly orgasmic fluids. She squealed and held her breath in an effort to not make any noise as her body tensed up from her violent orgasm. Brody felt her kitty convulse on is mouth and felt her mother fucker pucker and release several times on his olfactory organ as if she were giving him consignment of sweetly little motherly kiss on his nose, except these osculation with were being done with her arse. He loved the sentiment of it. After she managed to get ahead control of her lungs and other bodily role she struggled and finally managed to get on her feet.

'' That's the second prison term I've come on your face. I must be the worst female parent in all of history. '' She said as she hurriedly gathered her towel and urine bottle.

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

'' I think you are a goddess who needs to give her urge taken care 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 preference of her cum mixed with sweat.

'' Why are you doing this ? '' She asked. She had stopped all apparent motion and was staring at the floor. She was waiting for him to drop the axe and fill her in on the revengeful scheme he had cooked up to black chain armor her into getting money and all sorts of early things.

'' It's quite dim-witted really. You are my mother and despite your bitchy attitude these past times couple of years, I still have oceanic abyss tenderness for you. But to add to that, you are a very attractive womanhood who has needs that are not being met and I am more than willing to be your sex slave. I don't see how either of us loses. '' He said calmly, methodically stating his font as if he had thought this through very thoroughly. Janice didn't say a countersign. She just looked at him with a disgusting spirit on her font and turned to take the air up the stairs. Brody got up off his knees and straightened himself out. Although she had just given him a look of disgust, his firmness was even warm now after having her use his face as a barstool. The preference of her sweating puss was still on his spit and the perfume of her sweaty arsehole lingered on his olfactory organ, giving him a reminder of his ultimate goal.

'' I have to slide my tongue into her naked cunt so I can get a really tasting. '' He said to himself, stiffening his firmness of purpose to tongue-fuck his mother into another orgasm.
Janice walked through the aliveness 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 patch on your genitalia ? '' He asked stupidly.

'' It was a secure work 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'work bench but it paled in comparison to the warm glow she was feeling from a squirting orgasm.
To be continued… .