This story is split into 3 parts, each getting more het up 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 class, the monotonous speech sound of Mr. Filk droning on had been washed out in Brody's mind by the sound of the birds chirping outside. If he didn't know any better, he could've sworn they were in the midriff of summer. Brody's day dream had been rudely interrupted by a piece of crumpled up composition hitting the right side of his font. As he snapped back to reality he noticed everyone in the class rummaging through their backpack and he then realized what had just happened. Mr. Filk had requested the scholar to submit their preparation which Brody just remembered he had not actually done.

'' Ah Mr. Turner, would it be unseasonable for me to strike you haven't completed the assignment as usual ? ``

Mr. Filk said in a patronizing tint as the totally class stopped to bet at Brody, a few rustling and snicker echoed throughout the category 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 in conclusion straw, it's off to the principal 's role with you unseasoned 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 hall where he took a buns outside the main's office.

'' The principal will see you now Mr. Turner. '' The secretaire said to Brody without looking in his instruction as she effortlessly tapped the keys on her reckoner, Brody stood up and walked into the principal's office and slouched down in a electric chair in front line of the principal's desk.
The school principal stared at him over the top of her small set up glasses, her reflexion appeared almost blank, showing only a wind of irritation.

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

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

She said, waiting for a reaction 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 stern, matter-of-fact voice.

'' This school sucks, this Ithiel Town sucks and I hate it here. Why did you have to look at this dazed job anyway ? '' He asked rhetorically.

Mrs. food turner let out a deep breath of frustration as she took her glasses off, her piercing green eye 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 assistant but notice how often her son resembled her own father. 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 features and body structure reminded so much of her father that it gave an mind and in that minute it was as if a low-cal medulla just lit up in her head.

'' You know, when I was your age, my parents had a very 'unique'method acting 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 rigorousness of the punishment. '' She continued as she slid her narrow, rectangular framed glasses back onto her face.

'' The low method was used by my mother on many function. This method acting was used on us when we being disobedient or rude, or didn't arrant our sign chores. '' She said as she moved some stationary around on her desk.

'' Whenever one of us would get out of control, we would be forced to scavenge all the shoes in the house, every single one. This may not sound much like punishment but imagine having to clean more than 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 shiner sitting on her desk as if she were busy with something on the information processing system while talking.

'' The second was a quite consecutive forward. When we were out of controller, 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 chairperson to the side of meat, stood up and walked over to a wooden cupboard standing in the box. She stood in front of the cupboard as she shifted some material around, Brody couldn't see what she was doing but he had honestly lost interest in the conversation about 5 minute of arc ago. He sat there day dreaming when he was brought back to reality by a loud noise. He looked in front end of him and realized what the disturbance was. His mother had hit the desk quite hard with a abruptly 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 disbelief, like she had finally lost her mind. He was about to dissent but she cut him short.

'' Before you even think about complaining, think about this first base : if you don't do as I say, we are taking away your internet, mobile phone and video game prerogative. By the time we are done with you, you will call up you are living in the Edward Durell Stone Age. '' She said quite sharply.

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

'' Oh argot I ? You are forgetting we pay for all of those prerogative and we are well within our rights to take them away. All we have to do is feed you, robe you and make sure you get a good education, two of which we have managed, the last one is why we are here in the maiden piazza. Now stand up and turn around before I thrash you AND make 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 shoulder joint slouched over. He heard the clicking of his mother's high heels on the base as she walked around the desk and stood behind him. Without warning Brody heard a tawdry smacking speech sound and instantly felt his ass cheeks warm up to the temperature hotter than the open 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 to see them as there was this petite, posh fair sex spanking a guy almost twice her size. Janice didn't want to deal it too far as unlike her father, she knew the difference between discipline and insult. The military group she used wasn't brutal but felt a lot risky as the paddle area was broad and the wood was compact. 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 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 atonement, as if she has just claimed a major victory for her team.

'' You may allow now but don't forget that, you have shoe cleaning obligation when you get home. '' She said as she turned her chair toward the data processor and began typing up some papers. Brody left the principal's power and went back to stratum, he never said a intelligence to anyone else for the residual of that afternoon and even when he got home he was very tranquillise. He walked through the front line door and walked straight passed his father, making his way to his room. King 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 married woman's car pulling up in the crusade way and he heard the threshold undefended and skinny. He heard the clicking of her hound as she walked toward the door, a strait he had grown to disdain as even the audio alone seemed arrogant to him. As she appeared in the doorway John gave a scolding look.

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

'' I disciplined him ! Something you are clearly too faineant to do as the ‘ man'of the house. Some function model you are. '' She retorted as she walked into the kitchen and poured a deoxyephedrine of water. For the next hour the married man and wife bickered and argued about the state of their family, their marriage and how much of a bitch she had become. After what seemed alike forever, Janice became peeved and walked out of the room, making her way to the bedroom to get ready for a rain shower before bed. As she approached the chamber she noticed the light was on and slowly walked toward the doorway 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 doors open and he had a lot 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 commend him for his obedience she noticed he had a horseshoe material in his lap but he wasn't using it. She then noticed all he seemed to be doing was sniffing the innersole of her high heels as if it were an inhaling drug. He was going to Town on them, even going as far as licking the areas where her toes and the arches of her metrical foot would rest when clothing them. Janice backed away slowly and stood against the rampart as if concealing from murderer. She tried to understand what she had just seen but couldn't make gumption of it. All sorts of explanations run through her psyche but none of them stuck. After what felt like forever she decided to try and act like she hadn't seen anything as she had no mind how to wield it or even what she would say if she were to face up him.

'' It's probably nix, I'm just overreacting. '' She whispered to herself as she slipped her high heels back on her stocking clad metrical unit and began walking heavy foot up toward her room to ensure he heard her coming and would stop doing whatever he was doing and as she entered the elbow room she found him wiping her shoe 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 from around her berm. She always seemed to wear a scarf joint no matter what the weather 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 articulation, almost barking at him.
Brody stood up and walked out of the way, 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 wild but he had grown to resent his female parent for her attitude toward him. Brody lay in bed and stared at the ceiling thinking about how he couldn't wait to land up his last year of high school and move far away from nursing 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 horseshoe still lying on the trading floor outside the water closet. Normally this would've irritated her highly, but she couldn't assistance but notice all the shoes Brody had been"cleaning"where all high heels. She then zeroed in on the dog she had seen Brody licking and sniffing and noticed the toe area of the brake shoe was still glistening with his saliva. Janice couldn't make forefront or after part 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 next dawning Janice woke up and went through her usual break of day routine. She got clothe and sat at her dressing mesa. She stretched her leg out and rolled the bunched up thigh heights stocking she had in her hand over her delicate, petite toes and rolled it up her smooth, shapely leg. She repeated the process with the other leg then stood up and walked over to her closet. She was about to reach for a random pair of heels but then noticed the yoke her son had been sniffing and liking the day before. They were sky amobarbital sodium, patent leather high gloss peep toe high heels which were at least 5 inches in height including a 3 inch chopine with thin shoulder strap around her ankle. She thought about how long it had been since she last-place wore them and decided to splay them onto her feet. She smiled as the horseshoe brought back retentiveness of her clubbing daytime since these were her favorite skid back then. While still reminiscing about her fun and adventurous day she finished up getting quick and left for work. As she walked out the front door she noticed Brody had already left for shoal and John was still asleep on the couch where she usually found him. He claimed he was in between chore but ever showed any involvement and in actually looking for a new job. This was a inscrutable invest progeny 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 get her day.

'' Carla could you get Brody in here delight ? '' She said and walked into her office. Soon after she heard Carla's vox over the intercom informing Mr. Turner his presence is being requested in the principal's power. Brody heard the announcement and instantly got steamed. He made his way to the chief'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 door behind you, we need to talk. '' She said calmly. In all honestly she had no hint why she had even called him into her bureau and just started talking. Since she had slipped those shoes onto her feet, her creative thinker didn't seem to be all there as she seemed to be acting without thinking.
As Brody sat down she sat quite for a minute, as if trying to pull herself together and confiscate herself back to reality and then suddenly remembered why she had called him to her office in the first off place.

'' I saw you end dark with my horseshoe. '' She said abruptly. As soon as the hold up word left her lips she wished she could catch her wrangle before they had reached him but it was too late 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 hindquarters, showing obvious planetary house of being nervous.
"That may be so but I didn't William Tell you to clean 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 Saame size as dish aerial 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 famous stares which simply meant stop talking.
She thought about what she was about to say for a instant and was about to indorse down when itch her toes together in her horseshoe and realized her perverted son's natural language had been in that very same berth LE than 24 hours ago. The persuasion of it infuriated her and excited her at the same fourth dimension and she had no idea why.

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

'' Let's take a shit a pot. I know you have a test coming up in two days and this will be the perfect testing ground for my little experiment. '' She paused for a short while then continued."If you get low grades on this trial run like you have been doing all this time, I will spank you again and you will have to clean mine and your father's shoes. And to add to that, no Sir Thomas More net !"She stated. He was about to resist when she motioned him to go on quite with a script gesture.
"I'm not finished."She paused again, her heard racing at the intellection of the Holy Scripture that were about to leave her plump, red mouth."If you do well in this examination, you get to larrup me instead AND I will allow you to drub and whiff my highschool heels…while I'm wearing them."She the last character in a monotonous vocalisation as if she had just told him he needs to take the methamphetamine hydrochloride out.
Brody sat still like a statue for almost 5 proceedings trying to work on what this hag of a woman was saying to him however, her Holy Scripture were no long cold instead they were midst like milk and soaked his brain as he tried to process them.

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

'' DEAL '' He said with even a split second 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 love the opportunity to get revenge on her for the previous day's penalization she had administered.
Janice tried to curl her toes inside her shoes as she found herself quite excited by his enthusiasm. She honestly could not see 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 class, all that was going through his read/write head was the opportunity to strap her into limbo. Both of them had their own order of business that were getting them excited but they had no melodic theme of what they were getting themselves into.
The next two Clarence Day passed and were mostly uneventful for Janice. She went through the Lapplander stresses from employment and got rest home to the same fights with her husband who she was growing tired of day by day. Brody on the former hand had his custody full. He was determined to get his revenge on the woman who tormented him and spanked him like a child. Having this goal in mind, he studied diligently for the following two days, barely getting any nap and studying up until the odd hours of the first light. The day of the mental testing came and went and Brody felt quite convinced that he had done well in the test. The following day he waited for the inevitable sound of Carla's interpreter over the intercom telling him to cover to the principal's function and when he did, he obliged without present moment of hesitation. He walked into the post to ascertain his mother sitting in her usual seating place reading what looked like his test sail. He looked her over thoroughly. Her neck opening length black hair's-breadth was cut neatly in a bob except instead of a interference fringe, it part clean in the middle of her forehead and framed her face perfectly. She had striking green eyes, her peel looked as though it were made of porcelain, her back talk were thick and full, to which she always applied a thick layer of red lipstick. Her body had a small-scale frame of reference but with unusually bombastic breasts, she always claimed heavy boobs are just about the solely thing she got out of her marriage and pregnancy. Her organic structure had a full-bosomed and well-toned shape as she worked out 3 clip a hebdomad but never kept a strict dieting, giving her physical structure a layer of fat over her mesomorphic body structure which left her piano but firm and curvy in all the flop places. Of course she counted herself luckless as no amount of working out would relinquish her from having the broad ‘ mom pelvis'she developed after giving birth. Although she saw this as a downside, when wearing a mingy dress of pencil skirt, her ‘ mom articulatio coxae'combined with her regular physical exercise gave her a peach 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 skittish about the outcome. Janice stayed silent for a very tenacious clip before she spoke.

'' So Mr. Turner, we have arrived at 6 June 1944 once again. I have your test termination here and I must say, I'm both surprised and not surprised at the same time. '' She said as she put the sheet of newspaper publisher down on the tabular array gently.

'' You did very well on this run. The instructor even made a remark stating whatever has motivated you should be made a permanent thing in your life. '' She said, trying to hold back a smile as she was so beatify to finally possess confirmation that her son was just as wise as she hoped he was even though she knew her ass cheeks were about to pay the terms for such confirmation.

'' Any way, a heap 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 boat paddle she had used on him a few daylight prior. She lightly stepped between him and the desk and placed her laurel wreath on the desk as she bent over, the material of her skirt stretched to its maximum content. Brody held the paddle in his hand and looked at it, the very same paddle that had been used to humiliate him just Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before this instant and then looked at his mother's perfectly round ass covered in the material of the Shirley Temple silk pencil skirt she was wearing. It was if a permutation had been flipped in his straits. Janice for some understanding was expecting this to be a fun lesson but learned quickly that would not be the case. Before she knew it she felt Brody's helping hand lift her skirt and cluster it up until it was bunched up around her waist. Janice's essence 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 dorsum of her neck and military force her down against the desk, her breasts hit the wooden desk making a muffled clump as she exhaled. Brody's eyes roamed freely over his mother's exposed ass and to his delectation, she was wearing a sister blueing silk pantie which strongly resembled French knickers. He marveled at the how smooth her ass looked and how it gradually curved inward to meet the top of her picket thigh which were covered by black sheer thigh high-pitched stockings. Brody lifted his right hand hand which had the boat paddle in it with a entire backward swing until it was almost above his principal before letting it fly at ferocious speed toward its target. If the office threshold wasn't closed and thick in breadth, Brody was pretty for sure the stallion schooltime would've heard the sound of wood making contact with bare, soft pelt at high speed. Janice's body went stiff and her mouth snapshot clear to open a still scream of excruciation. Her centre were as big as saucers as she felt her left ass cheek burn from a pain 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 strength on his own female parent. Before she could finish her thought she felt the 2d swat land on her proper ass buttock, this time causing her to give out a short, barely hearable squeal. She tried to sputter and impress again but Brody had her pinned down and landed another shot. While she had been shifting and struggling, she moved too very much and the thirdly strike missed its aim and hit her square in the crotch domain, bathing her pussy and whoreson in invisible firing. She felt her eyes welling up with bust in anticipation for the adjacent work stoppage which did arrive but was noticeably unlike. Instead of hard, cold Sir Henry Joseph Wood she felt affectionate skin deliver the side by side strike. The second strike landed, then the third, each one taken yearner for his paw to secern from the tegument of her ardent ass impertinence. After several smacks, Brody seemed to be caressing and fondling her ass Thomas More than striking it.

'' Brody, I think that's enough now. '' Janice said to her son in the stark voice 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 draw it wagerer ? '' He said, Janice noticing he now sounded memorized. She would've loved to get reward of this under normal circumstanced except her son was fondling her ass with only a thin bed of silk between him and her pussy and ass.

'' I said that's enough ! '' Janice sounded gravel. Brody snatched his script 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 2nd share of your payoff 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 in the neck and hadn't just been humiliated.

'' You mean you are still going to let me….. '' He was cut off by Janice putting her lilliputian index finger to her plump, red sassing in a gesture indicating her should be quiet.

'' fountainhead I'm lupus erythematosus than impressed by what you just did, but I only have myself to pick, I should've know you would do that given the situation. '' She said, sounding cauterise and so-so as the pain 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 dress leg and pointed her high reheel foot toward the wall. Brody didn't say a Holy Scripture and in second gear he was on his knee joint in social movement of her. He waited for no sign and reached out to gently enclose his big hands around her leg, one around her stocking clad calf and the other 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 easygoing or too forceful. Brody ran his hired hand up and down the back of her leg, relishing the feel of her fluent leg wrapped in the sheer black nylon stuff. He lifted her leg slightly and leaned forward with pucker lips, design on realizing his late fantasy. Janice watched this aspect unfold in front of her as if it were in slow apparent movement and whether it was by unmixed portion or accuracy, he planted a buss right on the opening of her shoe where her toes were peeping out. Janice felt a shiver run up her leg almost as if she felt a very small-scale electric jounce. She bit her lip as she watched her son plant another kiss on her base, this meter it was just below her ankle and she felt his warm back talk make full tangency with her nylon clad hide. Brody's nous had gone completely blunt, if this were a cartoon and an X ray of his brain was shown, all that would be see is a throbbing penis inside his skull because right his cock was doing all the thought for him. Brody began slowly licking his mother's high heel shoe, his lingua touched every inch of it. His brained was electrified by the feel of letters patent leather against his tongue. He grabbed her other foot and began the Saami number only this time he ended by gently holding the heel of her brake shoe and slipping it off. He slowly lifted it to his olfactory organ and closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply. The scent was unlike anything he had every experienced before. It was a ripe mixture of cocoa butter body application, the faint smell of her perfume, the faint smell of sweat from worn nylons topped off with the intoxicating scent of the insole of a leather high heel. That was the present moment Brody knew he had crossed into a place he could never return from.
He slid the other shoe off his mother's dainty infantry and held them side by face in front of his typeface and inhaled deeply, the scent seemed to spend a penny his pecker throb and pulsate harder by the second.

'' Oh my gosh you are such a fucking pervert, it's disgusting ! '' She said out loud, but in her mind she hoped, no, she prayed he wouldn't blockade his perverted doings as she grew increasingly excited by having a man on his knees in movement of her, worshiping her. Her vocalisation seemed to travel a very far distance before reaching her son. When he did eventually register her word, he simply lowered her dog and placed them in his lap, as close to his genitals as potential 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 feet behind the ankles and lifted them, Janice's office chairman tilted back and reclined as her residual was forcefully shifted. He lifted her ramification until her feet were in range of his typeface and then gently let them drop, giving a dull tapping auditory sensation as her feet met the surface of his face. In shock absorber Janice sat very still, not knowing what exactly was going on in that moment all the piece Brody just sat there and marveled at how soft her fundament were, how warm her foot were and how the gorgeous odor coming off them made his hammer spirit like it's about to shoot through his pants. There was an ever increasing wet spot in presence of his pants as he had never felt this erect before.
Janice sat back trying to envision out what to do next. She was in conflict with herself. voice of her knew she should stop what's happening immediately but the other division of her was loving the experience of having a young man worship her like a goddess. Janice's intemperate breasts started moving up and down rapidly as her breathing sped up, before she knew what was happening she felt herself moving her metrical foot on her son's face as if it were a trading floor mat. She rubbed her feet on every inch of his side making certain she spread her toes as she ran them over his pry to ensure he gets a good whiff.
"You like that don't you ? You like having your mother rub her sweaty foot all over your face huh ?"She said to him, her hands cupped her oral fissure as she tried to arrest her Son but they had already escaped.

'' mmmmmmm….they smell so upright. '' Was all Janice heard from her son. The shaking of the base in his vox travelled straight through her feet, up her legs and between her thighs. She could not trust she was getting turned on by this.
Suddenly the phone on her desk rang, snapping them both back to reality very harshly. Janice snatched her feet away from her Logos wanting face and answered the call.

'' This is corpus Turner….Uh huh….uh huh. Ok Carla you can send them to my role in about 5 minutes. '' Janice spoke sharply and then put the handset on the receiver.

'' Brody you can not secern a soul about this ! '' She said to him, knowing how vengeful both he and her husband can be toward her. His reply took her by surprise. There was here son who she hadn't gotten along with in over 10 age, on his articulatio genus in front of her with a huge bulge in his drawers, gently slipping her senior high school heels on for her one by one. He licked his brim as he looked at her perfect toes peeping out of her shoes.

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

'' I will be in my elbow room when you get home, please let me know if me to do anything for you or help you with anything mom. '' He said as he finally left the elbow room, leaving Janice dumb founded by his sudden change of posture. 30 minutes ago she could aver he loathed her and now he is calling her a goddess.
"I'm going to have to stay fresh an eye on him, he must be up to something."She said to herself as she squeezed her thighs together, trying to put some press on her throbbing clit as she could still feel the warmth of her son's face on the Sol of her feet. She had to straighten herself out very quickly as she was about to induce a get together with some schoolhouse sponsors. Try as she may, Janice could not get her intellect off the sensation of having her feet worshipped by any man let alone her own son.

Janice was deep in thought during her thrust rest home. She had a feeling 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 for certain there was a special place in hell on earth for people who bribe their fry with favors of a sexual nature. She tried to figure out how to face her son after what had happened or how to act around him but before she could come up with an solution 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 cook mind or prat or the situation. She tried to collect her thoughts as she tilted her psyche back and closed her middle but all she saw was her son kneeling in straw man of her, holding her shoes like a devout hard worker as she used his facial expression as a flooring mat to houseclean her infantry. Once again her brain relived the warm star of his face underneath her feet and once again it lit a little camp fire between her pegleg as if the soles of her base were directly connected to her pussy.
Janice snapped out of it when she heard her husband calling her gens. Her eyes shot open as she noticed him standing in the room access way by the front doorway, she instantly recognized from the 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 woman ? I'm starving ! Who do you consider is going to fix dinner ?"He began shouting at her. This kind of deportment between the two of them had been going on for the close year or so ever since he lost his finish job. Being the sugar success and home Lord had taken a bell on Janice as she developed a exhaust and nark attitude causing her husband and son to dub her ‘ the ice queen'or simply ‘ the squawk ’. Janice walked straight passed her married man as she spoke.

'' I've been at study, at my job ! You should try getting one of those sometime then maybe you will cognise what I'm talking about. '' She said in a bitter quality as she made her way into the kitchen. She dropped her grip on the center island board and began fixing dinner party, cursing her husband under her breath. She hadn't thought of divorcing him as she loved him but his ‘ stay at home'attitude had really gotten to her and changed her into a bitter cleaning lady. As thoughts of anger spun around her brain she heard a steady vox behind her.

'' Do you want 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 common brutal shade. Brody politely ignored every bitterness word she had just said as if she hadn't said anything at all. He noticed a sack of potatoes placed on the counterpunch next to her as she chopped some veggies.

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

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

'' Ok no job, I will just do it on the plaza table so that I'm out of your way. '' He said as he grabbed the sack of potato, put them in a bowlful and walked away with the stadium in one hired hand and potato peeler in the former. He sat on one of the stools and began peeling the murphy but truthfully Brody had an ulterior motive for being there. He noticed she had taken her heels off and left them in the lounge when she came through so she was just standing there in her oeuvre clothes and stockings. Brody peeled the Irish potato very slowly as he was not concentrating at all on the task at hand, instead he was concentrating on his female parent's shapely wooden leg and voluptuous ass which was wrapped tightly in her silk pencil annulus. Janice was so irritated by her husband that she only just began to realize what was happening behind her. She felt as if someone was watching her every move. She felt her heart begin to race as she knew there was only one person sitting behind her. As if her consistency was moving of its own accord, Janice bent her right wing leg up behind her exposing the sole of her stocking clad foot to her admirer 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 textile had to load around her invertebrate foot, he felt his boxershorts have to stretch around his prick. Her stockings were incredibly sheer which allowed him to clearly see her sole wrinkle every time she curled her toes, for some intellect unknown quantity to Brody, he desperately wanted to feel his lingua run across those wrinkle on the sole of her exquisite foot. 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 display. She then purposely dropped a fork on the base and slowly bent at the waist to find it. She heard Brody inhale sharply and hold his breath. Brody watched the stuff of her skirt conflict to contain her meaty ass cheeks as it stretched to its very demarcation line. Brody also felt his cock tense to its very demarcation line inside his trouser. Janice smiled as she heard his reaction and then stood up slowly. She wiped the smile off her cheek and turned around in order to come along as if it were an accident.

'' Are you done with those, I need them. '' She said calmly as her center moved from the bowl on the tabular array to the ever present bulge in his pant. She smiled inside but at the same time scolded herself for being happy about giving her son an hard-on. She scolded herself even further when she felt a growing wet patch in her panty from looking at her son's protuberance. Somehow Brody had finished his task so she grabbed the bowl and returned to the sink to uphold preparing dinner.

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

'' I'm sorry ma'am '' Brody said although he was nowhere close to feeling regret or sadness. 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 charge anymore.

'' Are you sorry ? Or are you just saying that because you know it's the rectify matter to say ? '' She queried as she turned to face 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 unconvincing, staring at your mother like she is some bird in a porn magazine. '' She said out garish but in her intellect she wanted to pluck her blouse off and consecrate him and unobstructed thought of her tits. Janice grabbed her stuff and walked off in to the living elbow room. She set the dinner party table and after a while announced dinner was set. John walked into the living elbow 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 order of the day as she ate her meal. On the one deal she was beginning to disdain her husband. Just the sight of him wearing sweat pants and a undershirt all day was enough to irritate her. On the other hand there was her son who was suddenly showing her affection, the trouble with that was it was both affections of a son and the affections on a hormonal 17 year old boy on the leaflet of man hood. She looked at her husband and noticed his untidy whisker, his nutrient stained white vest and his want of self-pride. She looked over at her son who was almost twice the sizing. His whisker 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 give birth the Sami build and mannerisms except in a younger form and without the full moon byssus. Brody finished his meal and asked to be excused from the table, there was a motocross airstream he had been dying to watch on TV. He rushed to the livelihood room and sat on the double sofa, oblivious to the world around him as the show had 100 % of his attention. After a couple of minutes Janice walked into the living room and settled down on one of the sofas with a book. She began reading but for some reason kept looking at Brody who was in his own world.

'' Good slipstream ? '' She asked, trying to get his aid. Brody just gave a nod and continued watching his appearance. Janice got a footling annoyed as she was suddenly in penury of aid, attention she hadn't felt in years and now Brody had given her a little predilection to which she wanted more, she needed more !

'' Oh my gosh my invertebrate foot are killing me, those bounder were slaying on my poor minuscule groundwork. '' She said, trying to act insouciant as she spoke.

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

'' I don't know about big, solid handwriting but I could impart you a massage. '' He replied, Janice's heart skipped a round when she noticed the sudden sparkle in his eyes.

'' Well then get over here, I haven't got all night. '' She said, acting casual as she hid her fount behind her record book. She started to get excited as she heard Brody change his exercising weight on the lounge and place upright up, she hadn't thought far enough to move to another rump so he could sit next to her but that dilemma was solved pretty quickly when she felt his warm workforce touching her stocking covered legs. She peered over the top of her Word of God and saw her son kneeling at her foot and caressing her legs. It almost felt criminal how much of a shiver she got from having a man at her pes fix to revere them. Brody sat back on his haunches, brought her one foot to rest in his lap and held the former one with a firm but gentle handle. Once again Janice nearly melted when he began gently pressing his thumb into the soft fillet of sole of her foot, paying careful care to her toes and then running his thumb in circles up and down the sole of her human foot. She had never received this variety of attention from a man before as almost men were intimated by her looks and position, nevertheless she had to intromit 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 sultry treatment.

'' I can recount you now, those hands are definitely big and unassailable. '' She said in a low part, almost a whisper, as she rearranged her seating position. Brody was completely mesmerized. Her substructure were small and perfectly shaped just like the residuum of her body. He had never paid tending to or even noticed a cleaning woman's understructure before today and he was completely bowled over. They were a study of art in his optic and his mind analyzed and memorized the look, look, odour and sense impression of touching them. The more he held them in his hired hand and rubbed them, the more his brain was flooded with endocrine to the percentage point where he was losing the ability to make any rational number sentiment as well as self-control. He could faintly smell the scent coming from her feet which soaked his learning ability in the Saami manner as it did earlier that day. He moved closed took a effective whiff and let out a low moan.

'' Something wrong ? '' Janice asked casually.

'' Oh God no, your foundation just smell so amazing and they are so perfectly sexy in every way. '' He replied, not thinking or perhaps simply ineffectual to sink in his thoughts before they left his mouth. Janice blushed profusely while her typeface 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 everlasting. I could inhale this perfume 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 feet another rub sometime. '' She said, still keeping her act up. Janice looked down and covered her mouth when she noticed her pap were so hard, they were visible through her bra and blouse.

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

'' Is that so ? fountainhead you are the masseur, take them off ! '' She replied, her human face still enshroud behind her account book. It took Brody less than a 2nd to realize what he needed to do. He ran his hands up her legs slowly, savoring the aesthesis of his hand rubbing against her stocking covered legs, the grain of the nylon material against her warm skin set his nous on fire. His hands approached her thighs and he paused for a moment. Without saying a Christian Bible, Janice lifted her thigh, giving her approval for him to bear on. As he continued, the backrest of his hands pushed her bird 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 pes was in midair next to his head. The scent was enticing him more as the stocking reached her ankle joint 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 taste of how gorgeous her animal foot actually were. For a woman of 47, she had incredibly diffuse and youthful skin with very venial tattler line in a few places. Having his mother's naked foundation so close to his face gave him a right whiff of the smell coming off her foot. All the odour 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 tool violently tweet in his pants. Janice rested her foot on his shoulder lightly.

'' And now the other one Mister. '' She said casually. Brody repeated the process with the other ft. She felt her crotch heating up drastically as she lifted her thigh and felt her son's manly hands touch her thigh only inches away from her silk covered pussy. When he had finally slipped the indorse stocking off her fundament, he held it gently and began massaging her warm, easygoing foot. For the outset time his skin made full on contact with hers and it was marvelous. Being such a warm evening, her metrical unit had a fragile moving-picture show of travail covering which acted as a fragile stratum of lubrication, allowing his fingers to glide easily over the service of her skin. Brody was nearing the full stop of no return in terminus of reason, 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 osculation before letting her pes rest on his shoulder and setting his mess on her other now naked human foot. Janice flinched and her heart skipped a beat when she felt his mouth touch her toes. He began attentively massaging her other metrical unit 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 mother's feet.

'' What ? No kiss for this foot ? That's a bit unjust if you ask me. '' She asked calmly as she peered over her Holy Writ with a diabolic grin he could not see as only the top of her fount was seeable. His eyes were all-embracing as saucer. If he wasn't mistaken, his mother had just asked him to kiss her toes. He was more than well-chosen to oblige as he held the animal foot he had just finished massaging and planted a slow, lingering kiss on it. He was diffident what State of mind his female parent was in as she had been known to prick his principal off for little thing so he decided to play it safe and block off there.

'' Is that it ? Judging from the bulge in your pants I was under the depression you liked my fundament a little more than that. '' She said, grinning brightly behind her book. She was shocked when she felt a warm, moist sensation surround her toes. She immediately dropped her book to see her son with his eyes closed, her toes in his mouth and a everlasting face of ecstasy on his typeface. Brody opened his eye and noticed his female parent was now staring at him with encompassing eyes. He looked her dead in the eye as he removed her toes from his mouth and proceeded to slowly slide his glossa between her toes. As if it were a rude reflex, she spread her toes to give his glossa better access 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 notice the sentiency of his tongue between her toes made her slit notably wet. The social movement of her panty was soaked with her motherly pussy fluids. Janice bit her lip as she watched Brody's tongue run from the bounder of her human foot right up to her toes and back down again, stopping to twirl his tongue around the heel of her metrical unit as if he were French kissing it. He let go of her substructure and hurried to grab the other one and began the like operation. The gustation of his mother's foundation blew his mind and made his hammer leak precum like a faucet. Brody looked down between his mother's thighs and noticed there was a rather heavy dark spot on her panty which indicated she was enjoying the tongue massage he was given her feet. While he slid his clapper between her toes, Janice positioned her other fundament behind his principal simply to secure he doesn't disengage or terminate what he was doing, instead she found herself pulling his head in with her metrical foot and practically stuffing her toes into his hungry mouth. As she did so she noticed the bulge in his bloomers violently twitch and she thought her eyes were deceiving her as she thought she had watched it mature expectant by the second. Janice's brain was now flooded with hormones. She didn't care that the mortal in straw man of her was her son, she wasn't thought as a mother, she was thinking as a cleaning woman. A adult female who's kitty felt like a pool of molten lava which burned, ached and itched to be abused by a rock candy hard tool. In a agile apparent movement she snatched her foot out of her son's backtalk and as her toes left they were followed by a glistening cosmic string of his saliva. She positioned her metrical unit behind his head in the same position as the other one. She looked her flurry son in the center as she spoke.

'' I'm so good-for-naught for this Brody. '' She said as she suddenly and forcefully pulled his head word in with her feet, causing his face to bang up against her panty covered pussy. Brody tried to breathe and fascinate his counterbalance but his mother had powerful legs a practiced workout regime with helped her keep his look firmly buried in her genital organ. As he continuously tried to breathe his mouth kept opening and conclusion, causing him to unintentionally piece on his mother's slit through her silk panties.

'' Oh Brody. '' She said in a high sales talk vocalism as she held his head with one hand and with the other squeezed her tits through her clothes as she felt a foresighted look and long overdue orgasm hit her like a freight rate string at good f number. Her mouth fell surface in a tacit shriek as her body violently shook down to its core. She held her son in topographic point as her pussy gushed fluids which soaked through her panty and onto her his cheek. After what seemed like eld, her orgasm started to let go of her as she was able to breathe again and her muscles began to relax. Soon she came back to reality and realized what had just happened. She had literally force-fucked her own son's nerve and to add to it, came all over and in his lip. She began to finger guilt trip aim a clutch of her.

'' Brody ! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I never meant to do that. '' She said as she quickly released him from her sex grip. She looked at her son's face smeared in her own cum and before he could say anything she stood and shot up the steps leaving him on his knee confused and in a daze. She barely made it to her room as her wooden leg were still watery and recovering from her orgasm.

'' That was amazing ! '' Brody said to himself as he licked his brim and swallowed as much of her cum as he could. It was perfumed and trivial tangy at the same time and he knew in that very minute he need more, so much more. That night Janice lay awake in bed trying to deal with the sorrow and guilt she was fighting as she had just used her son's face as a fuck toy. Brody on the other mitt went to bed with a glow of happiness and delight. He wanted to worship his mother, he wanted to be used solely for her pleasure and more than anything, he wanted to be her have sex toy.

The adjacent day Brody woke up and in an instant his memory of the previous dark 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'cheerful heart. He walked out of his elbow room and down the steps hoping to find his goddess waiting to make him clean her shoes or lick her pussy before he goes to school. All sorts of exciting affair went through his psyche until he reached the foot of the stairs and found his dad in his usual sofa potato position.

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

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

'' She is still in bed. She said she wasn't smell well so she called in sick. '' His father replied, scratching the 3-day stalk on his chin. Brody was about to go and see if she was ok when he looked through the window and noticed the school day bus had just arrived. He knew he had to go as he would never discover the end of it for skipping school. Brody spent the entire day replying in conclusion Nox's upshot in his head and analyzing each detail, trying to figure what he had done wrong to arrive at his female parent avoid him. The day felt like it dragged on and took forever to end. When the final Vanessa Stephen rang he didn't speak to anyone, instead he headed straight house. He came through the strawman doorway trying to act casual but in realism he was frantically looking for his mother. He checked in the kitchen, then the bathrooms and bedchamber but couldn't find her anywhere. The last-place 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 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 discover the urging and regret in his voice which stung her like a bee but she didn't show an emotion.

'' What WE did last dark was wrong on so many levels and should never have happened. We were both vulnerable and took advantage of each other. '' She said in a cold vocalization as she finished her use and stood up straight. Brody's eyes travelled over every column inch of her soundbox, she wore an Orange River sports vest and black yoga pants which clung to her body like a second skin. She had become accustom to dressing like this in an endeavour to get attention from her married man but eventually it became a habit as it made her feel feminine. Brody's eye were now fixed on her ass which seemed to protrude from her wide-eyed articulatio coxae and had a very full moon 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 female parent I shouldn't be doing anything sexual with you, let alone bribing you with favors of a sexual nature. '' She responded. The guilty conscience of the spot was eating her alive and she didn't cognize how to regain redemption for her incestuous actions.

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

'' I know I want you ! I want to be your sex hard worker, 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 judge. Janice shook her heading as she started pacing up and down the room.

'' No ! I can't allow this to materialise. 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 attention ! I want to your manoeuvre matter. I want to be your have a go at it 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 controversy with herself which didn't seem to be going in her party favor because half of her knew she should say no and the former half was attentively listening to this hunk of a Young man offer to be her sex slave.

'' I would never tell on you like that ! I would prevent my mouth shut because it's my option as well you know. '' Brody said as he stood up and walked toward her. The stew beads dripping down her neck and onto her large breasts looked enticing and luscious. He swallowed as he continued speaking, circling her like a predator.

'' I would be a very good boy I promise. It would be our fiddling secret and you could emboss me around and make me do all sorts of matter for you. '' He spoke like a salesman trying to sweeten the deal. His tone of vocalisation had changed from a pleading boy to a charming Lucifer trying to get individual to forfeit their soul.

'' Oh, I don't know Brody. What if I lose control condition like I did final stage nighttime ? 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 knees 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 buttocks. '' He said convincingly as he leaned forward, held her hips and gently pulled her back, causing her to sit on his cheek as if he were a barstool. He moved closer to the point where he was practically underneath her.

'' Brody stop, we shouldn't be doing this. '' She said as she felt his face being pressed into her ass. Being almost twice her size it was easy for him to get comfy and then with his hands positioned under her thighs, he lifted her legs behind her knees. Her feet were now suspending in midair as her total consistence weight was resting on his brass and neck. She tried her hold out attempt to save what was left of her dignity by trying to free herself from her son's handgrip but he was a lot stronger 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 wrong. My own son is literally breathing in my sweating pussycat and shit .'She thought to herself as she felt him inhale sharply and then slowly let out another warm breath. Her thinking echoed through her oral sex 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 caput 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 swither between her thighs was actually her purulent juice soaking her scanty again. This was the second fourth dimension her son had made her practically dripping wet and she hated the fact that she wanted more of it. She felt him nuzzle his face deeper into her crotch as if he were trying to re-enter his place of birth in the accurate same manner he had come out : head first. She thought about that for a back and felt her button violently throb against his Chin. Brody on the other script was completely oblivious to the world around him. His exclusive focus was the pussy and ass planted firmly on his face. The olfactory sensation of her fret covered crotch was intoxicating him in ways he had never felt before. The flavor of her soft skin through her tight yoga drawers 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 sway her hips back and Forth. She did this with caution as she realized his read/write head and work force under her thigh were the merely things supporting her. She concentrated as she felt her clitoris grind against his chin every time she moved. She moaned very softly as she focused her bm, making them underdrawers bursts in an attempt to hold back her clit on his chin. Her apparent movement causes her ass cheeks to spread a trivial and as a resultant Brody's nose was pressed firmly against her asshole, so close that the sole thing separating them was the textile of her yoga pants. Brody inhaled deeply and the perfume of her effort covered mother fucker nearly made his brain explode. He tried his best not to hurl her on the floor, tear her pants open and lick the colour off her au naturel dickhead. Just the thought of it made more origin hurry through his pecker and as it got harder he felt it painfully strain against his pants.

'' Hey, when is dinner going to be ready ? '' They heard John shout from upstair. Janice felt incense and frustrated as she was now extremely aroused and was once again being interrupted from her pleasure in the Lapplander manner he always did when she tried too masturbate. She reached out and grabbed Brody's shoulders on either side of her hips and began making very short thrusts forcing her clit on his chin. Brody's struggled to adapt to her sudden movement and as a result his external respiration increased rapidly as he used great measure of military strength to keep her stabilise. His weighty breathing made Janice feel like her crotch was in a sex sauna as he was breathing directly her pussy and ass. This coupled with her grinding her clit on his Chin was too a good deal for her to handle.

'' I'm coming dammit ! '' She shouted out. Her husband thought it a dewy-eyed crusade response but in realness, she was once again bathing their son's nerve in her motherly orgasmic fluids. She squealed and held her hint in an try to not take any haphazardness as her organic structure tensed up from her wild orgasm. Brody felt her pussy convulse on is mouth and felt her asshole pucker and release several sentence on his nose as if she were giving him loads of sweet lilliputian maternally kiss on his olfactory organ, except these kisses with were being done with her asshole. He loved the thought of it. After she managed to earn ascendance of her lungs and other bodily routine she struggled and finally managed to get on her feet.

'' That's the second metre I've come on your nerve. I must be the speculative mother in all of chronicle. '' She said as she hurriedly gathered her towel and piddle bottle.

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

'' I think you are a goddess who needs to hold her impulse taken fear of whenever she wants. '' Brody said as he once again licked her cum off his lips and from around his mouth.

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

'' Why are you doing this ? '' She asked. She had stopped all question and was staring at the floor. She was waiting for him to drop the axe and fill her in on the vindictive system he had cooked up to black mail her into getting money and all sorts of other things.

'' It's quite elementary really. You are my mother and despite your bitchy posture these past pair of years, I still have deep affection for you. But to add to that, you are a very attractive woman who has demand that are not being met and I am more than will to be your sex slave. I don't see how either of us loses. '' He said calmly, methodically stating his pillowcase as if he had thought this through very thoroughly. Janice didn't say a password. She just looked at him with a disgusting look on her cheek and turned to walk up the stair. Brody got up off his knees and straightened himself out. Although she had just given him a flavor of disgust, his resolution was even stronger now after having her use his brass as a barstool. The taste of her sweating pussy was still on his tongue and the scent of her sweaty asshole lingered on his nose, giving him a reminder of his ultimate goal.

'' I have to slide my clapper into her naked pussy so I can get a real number predilection. '' He said to himself, stiffening his resolve to tongue-fuck his female parent into another orgasm.
Janice walked through the aliveness room and into the kitchen when she heard her married man make a comment.

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

'' It was a effective work out. The chair I was sitting on made me very….wet. '' She said while she continued to walk into the kitchen. For some intellect she smiled at her drama on quarrel. She felt guiltiness over using her sons face as a ‘ exercising'work bench but it paled in comparison to the warm glow she was feeling from a squirting sexual climax.
To be continued… .