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

It had been an unusually hot afternoon considering summer hadn't yet started. Brody stared out the window as he sat in account course of instruction, the monotonous sound of Mr. Filk droning on had been washed out in Brody's mind by the audio of the birds chirping outside. If he didn't know any meliorate, he could've sworn they were in the middle of summer. Brody's day dream had been rudely interrupted by a part of crumpled up theme hitting the right side of his human face. As he snapped back to realism he noticed everyone in the grade rummaging through their backpacks and he then realized what had just happened. Mr. Filk had requested the educatee to submit their preparation which Brody just remembered he had not actually done.

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

Mr. Filk said in a patronizing note as the whole class stopped to look at Brody, a few whispers and snickers echoed throughout the class room.

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

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

'' well that was the finis husk, it's off to the school principal 's office with you young man. '' Mr. Filk concluded.
Brody groaned as he packed his bag and stood up from his seat. He left the schoolroom and made his way down the hallway where he took a seat outside the principal's office.

'' The school principal will see you now Mr. Frederick Jackson Turner. '' The secretary said to Brody without looking in his direction as she effortlessly tapped the keys on her calculator, Brody stood up and walked into the head's office and slouched down in a chair in nominal head of the principal sum's desk.
The principal stared at him over the top of her pocket-sized framed glasses, her expression appeared almost blank, showing only a hint of irritation.

'' Brody, how many multiplication are we going to do this ? '' She said in a very matte but firm tincture of voice.

'' Do what mom ? '' He responded sarcastically.
'' You know exactly what ! We agreed you will kick in this new schooling a chance and so far you are the bookman I have seen the most in this office and always for the Lapp understanding, the teacher complain you never do your homework. ``

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

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

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

Mrs. turner let out a deep intimation of frustration as she took her glasses off, her piercing green eyes giving him a very restrain stare. Brody had grown malcontent since he had been through pubescence but it was no contest for his female parent's stern, exacting nature. While looking at him she couldn't help but point out how much her son resembled her own father. Brody stood at 6'2"and had very broad shoulder. He got his body-build from his grandfather as neither of his parents were above 5'7 '' in height. Looking over her son's features and construction reminded so often of her beginner that it gave an musical theme and in that moment it was as if a light bulb 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 shade of voice.

'' They each had their own method of study and alternated between the two depending on the severity of the penalization. '' She continued as she slid her narrow, rectangular framed field glass back onto her face.

'' The first method acting was used by my mother on many occasions. 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 control, we would be forced to clean all the shoes in the theater, every single one. This may not vocalize much like punishment but imagine having to clean more than 20 yoke of dirty, stinky, smelly shoes before you go to bed, and if we finish early enough then we could eat dinner party, if not then we would go to bed hungry. '' She said as she clicked the computer mouse sitting on her desk as if she were busy with something on the information processing system while talking.

'' The second was a quite an straight forward. When we were out of control, 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 nook. She stood in nominal head of the cupboard as she shifted some material around, Brody couldn't see what she was doing but he had honestly lost interestingness in the conversation about 5 arcminute ago. He sat there day dreaming when he was brought back to realism by a loud racket. He looked in front of him and realized what the haphazardness was. His mother had hit the desk quite hard with a short wooden paddle.

'' Since your father and I can't seem to get through to you, I think I have to try one or both of these method acting to get some compliance out of you. '' She said, running her delicate finger along the short length of the paddle. Brody looked at her in incredulity, like she had finally lost her mind. He was about to resist but she cut him short.

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

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

'' Oh lingo I ? You are forgetting we pay for all of those perquisite and we are well within our right hand to take them away. All we have to do is feed you, clothe you and take a leak surely you get a expert pedagogy, two of which we have managed, the last one is why we are here in the inaugural place. Now stand up and work around before I thrash you AND subscribe your privileges away anyway. '' She said, seeming quite proud of 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 female parent's high heels on the storey as she walked around the desk and stood behind him. Without warning Brody heard a loud smacking sound and instantly felt his ass impertinence warm up to the temperature hotter than the surface of the sun. His face contorted and before he knew, a second strike landed in his ass. It must 've looked quite awkward should someone be able to see them as there was this petite, posh cleaning lady spanking a guy almost twice her size. Janice didn't want to pack it too far as unlike her father, she knew the deviation between discipline and misuse. The personnel she used wasn't brutal but felt a lot worse as the paddle orbit was encompassing and the woodwind instrument was slurred. Her smasher came in a aggregate of 10, it didn't seem like much but Brody felt like his ass was on blast. In all the 17 years he had been alive, he had never been spanked before.
Janice straightened out her white-hot blouse and walked over to her chair and sat down again, her case was slightly flushed but she was trying her hardest to shroud her sense of satisfaction, as if she has just claimed a John R. Major victory for her team.

'' You may leave now but don't forget that, you have shoe cleaning duty when you get rest home. '' She said as she turned her death chair toward the computer and began typing up some document. Brody left the principal's office and went back to class, he never said a word to anyone else for the residue of that afternoon and even when he got home he was very quiet. He walked through the front threshold and walked straight passed his father, making his way to his room. John was shocked at his son not even looking at him and instantly had some notion as to what had happened. Not long after lav that heard his wife's car pull up in the force way and he heard the doorway assailable and close. He heard the clicking of her heels as she walked toward the door, a sound he had grown to despise as even the phone alone seemed arrogant to him. As she appeared in the doorway John gave a scolding look.

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

'' I disciplined him ! Something you are clearly too lazy to do as the ‘ man'of the house. Some purpose model you are. '' She retorted as she walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of body of water. For the next time of day the husband and wife bickered and argued about the nation of their class, their marriage and how lots of a bitch she had become. After what seemed like forever, Janice became nark and walked out of the room, making her way to the bedroom to get cook for a shower before bed. As she approached the bedroom she noticed the light was on and slowly walked toward the door and peeped into the room, unsure of what she would find. She first noticed Brody was sitting on the floor in front of her closet with the doorway subject and he had a lot of place around him. She smiled brightly as she thought she had finally gotten through to him. As she was about to walk in and commend him for his respect she noticed he had a horseshoe cloth in his lap but he wasn't using it. She then noticed all he seemed to be doing was sniffing the insole of her high school heels as if it were an breathe in drug. He was going to town on them, even going as far as licking the areas where her toes and the arches of her feet would remain when wears them. Janice backed away slowly and stood against the paries as if hiding from manslayer. She tried to understand what she had just seen but couldn't make sense of it. All variety of explanations run through her mind but none of them stuck. After what felt alike 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 confront him.

'' It's probably nada, I'm just overreacting. '' She whispered to herself as she slipped her high bounder back on her stocking clad groundwork and began walking impenetrable footed toward her elbow room to ensure he heard her coming and would stop doing whatever he was doing and as she entered the way she found him wiping her place 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 shoulders. She always seemed to wear a scarf no issue what the conditions 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 voice, almost barking at him.
Brody stood up and walked out of the 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 angry but he had grown to resent his mother for her attitude toward him. Brody lay in bed and stared at the roof thinking about how he couldn't delay to finish his hold out year of gamy schoolhouse and motion far away from home, very far away. Not minute later Brody passed out quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Janice came out of the exhibitioner and noticed the stack of shoes still lying on the base outside the closet. Normally this would've irritated her highly, but she couldn't help but notice all the shoes Brody had been"cleaning"where all high bounder. She then zeroed in on the heels she had seen Brody licking and sniffing and noticed the toe area of the skid was still glistening with his spit. Janice couldn't make heads or hind end of it and decided to leave behind everything as is. She threw herself onto the bed wrapped in only a towel and promptly fell asleep.
The next morning Janice woke up and went through her usual forenoon routine. She got dressed and sat at her dressing board. She stretched her leg out and rolled the bunched up second joint senior high school 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 early leg then stood up and walked over to her closet. She was about to reach for a random pair of bounder but then noticed the pair her son had been sniffing and liking the day before. They were sky blue, patent of invention leather high glossary peep toe high heels which were at least 5 inches in pinnacle including a 3 in chopine with slenderize shoulder strap around her ankle. She thought about how longsighted it had been since she last wore them and decided to slip them onto her foundation. She smiled as the shoes brought back memories of her clubbing days since these were her favorite shoes back then. While still reminiscing about her fun and adventurous day she finished up getting ready and left for piece of work. As she walked out the front line doorway she noticed Brody had already left for school and John was still asleep on the couch where she usually found him. He claimed he was in between Job but ever showed any interest and in actually looking for a new job. This was a deep seated effect and as a resolution Janice found herself getting agitated as she drove to go. As she arrived at her function she tried to shrug it off and set out her day.

'' Carla could you get Brody in here please ? '' She said and walked into her situation. Soon after she heard Carla's vocalisation over the intercom informing Mr. Joseph Mallord William Turner his mien is being requested in the head teacher's government agency. Brody heard the announcement and instantly got irritated. He made his way to the star's business office and found his mother sitting in her usually spot in the waiting region, the storage of the previous day was still fresh in his mind.

'' Come in Brody and close the doorway behind you, we need to talk. '' 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 place onto her understructure, her head didn't seem to be all there as she seemed to be acting without thinking.
As Brody sat down she sat quite for a arcminute, as if trying to pull up herself together and attach herself back to realism and then suddenly remembered why she had called him to her situation in the first place.

'' I saw you lowest Nox with my brake shoe. '' She said abruptly. As soon as the terminal Bible left her lips she wished she could beguile her Holy Scripture before they had reached him but it was too late and she had no estimate 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 seat, showing obvious signs of being nervous.
"That may be so but I didn't Tell you to houseclean them with your tongue."She said calmly, as if they were discussing the conditions or his grad. Brody's eyes had now grown to the Sami size of it as discus 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 stay talking.
She thought about what she was about to say for a here and now and was about to punt down when itch her toes together in her horseshoe and realized her abuse son's lingua had been in that very Lapp spot to a lesser extent than 24 hours ago. The thought of it infuriated her and excited her at the like fourth dimension and she had no idea why.

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

'' Let's realize a wad. I know you have a test coming up in two days and this will be the staring testing ground for my little experimentation. '' She paused for a short while then continued."If you get low grades on this examination like you have been doing all this clock time, I will spank you again and you will own to clean mine and your founding father's brake shoe. And to add to that, no more internet !"She stated. He was about to protest when she motioned him to stay fresh quite with a hand gesture.
"I'm not finished."She paused again, her heard racing at the thought of the words that were about to leave her plump, red back talk."If you do well in this mental test, you get to spank me instead AND I will allow you to lick and sniff my senior high school heels…while I'm wearing them."She the stopping point role in a monotonous representative as if she had just told him he needs to take the rubbish out.
Brody sat still like a statue for almost 5 bit trying to process what this witch of a woman was saying to him however, her words were no longer cold instead they were thick like milk and soaked his psyche as he tried to process them.

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

'' quite a little '' He said with even a part bit of hesitation and without fully understanding what he had just agreed to, but something about it just seemed too safe to choke up. All he knew is he would love the opportunity to get revenge on her for the previous day's penalisation she had administered.
Janice tried to draw in her toes inside her shoes as she found herself quite excited by his enthusiasm. She honestly could not count on 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 electric chair and left for socio-economic class, all that was going through his head was the opportunity to whip her into oblivion. Both of them had their own order of business 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 same stresses from oeuvre and got place to the like scrap with her hubby who she was growing tired of day by day. Brody on the other bridge player had his hand full. He was determined to get his revenge on the charwoman who tormented him and spanked him like a child. Having this goal in nous, he studied diligently for the future two solar day, barely getting any sleep and studying up until the odd 60 minutes of the morning. The day of the exam came and went and Brody felt quite convinced that he had done well in the test. The conform to day he waited for the inevitable sound of Carla's voice over the intercom telling him to report to the principal's situation and when he did, he obliged without moment of hesitation. He walked into the agency to find his mother sitting in her usual seating position reading what looked like his tryout sheet. He looked her over thoroughly. Her neck length black hair's-breadth was cut neatly in a bob except instead of a fringe, it part clean in the centre of her forehead and framed her case perfectly. She had striking green oculus, her skin looked as though it were made of porcelain, her sassing were slurred and good, to which she always applied a duncish level of red lipstick. Her body had a small figure but with unusually orotund knocker, she always claimed gravid dummy are just about the sole thing she got out of her marriage and pregnancy. Her body had a well-endowed and well-toned shape as she worked out 3 times a week but never kept a strict diet, giving her eubstance a layer of fat over her muscular social organisation which left her balmy but unbendable and curvy in all the ripe places. Of row she counted herself ill-fated as no amount of working out would relinquish her from having the widely ‘ mom hips'she developed after giving nativity. Although she saw this as a downside, when wearing a close attire of pencil skirt, her ‘ mom hips'combined with her regular exercise gave her a knockout figure.

Brody walked in and sat in the usual ‘ hot seat'and even though he knew he had studied hard for the test, he still felt nervous about the 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 test results here and I must say, I'm both surprised and not surprised at the Saame clock time. '' She said as she put the weather sheet of theme down on the mesa gently.

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

'' Any way, a 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 Lapp paddle she had used on him a few days prior. She lightly stepped between him and the desk and placed her medallion on the desk as she bent over, the fabric of her skirt stretched to its maximum capacity. Brody held the paddle in his hand and looked at it, the very same paddle that had been used to humiliate him just days before this present moment and then looked at his female parent's perfectly round ass covered in the material of the dim silk pencil skirt she was wearing. It was if a electrical switch had been flipped in his head. Janice for some rationality 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 hand lift her wench and bundle it up until it was bunched up around her waist. Janice's heart began to wash as she realized this was not going according to plan and tried to tolerate up but as she moved she felt Brody's hand firmly grab the back of her neck opening and force her down against the desk, her breasts hit the wooden desk making a muffled thumping as she exhaled. Brody's middle roamed freely over his female parent's exposed ass and to his delight, she was wearing a baby downcast silk panty which strongly resembled French drawers. He marveled at the how smooth her ass looked and how it gradually curved inward to meet the top of her pale thighs which were covered by shameful sheer thigh senior high school stockings. Brody lifted his right mitt which had the paddle in it with a wide-cut backward swing until it was almost above his head before letting it fly at fierce hurrying toward its mark. If the place door wasn't closed and midst in width, Brody was pretty certain the entire school day would've heard the sound of wood making inter-group communication with bare, soft hide at high gear speed. Janice's body went loaded and her mouth shot open to turn over a silent thigh-slapper of agony. Her middle were as big as saucers as she felt her left ass boldness burn from a pain she was not expecting. She knew her son would suffer fun getting revenge but she never in a million years thought he would use such force on his own mother. Before she could finish her thought she felt the second base swat land on her right ass brass, this clock time causing her to give out a piffling, barely hearable squeal. She tried to fight and incite again but Brody had her pinned down and landed another shot. While she had been shifting and struggling, she moved too much and the 3rd strike missed its target and hit her lame in the crotch area, bathing her pussy and asshole in invisible fervidness. She felt her eye welling up with snag in anticipation for the next strike which did come but was noticeably different. Instead of hard, cold-blooded Sir Henry Joseph Wood she felt quick skin deliver the next smasher. The s strike landed, then the tertiary, each one taken thirster for his hand to ramify from the skin of her warm ass cheeks. After several smack, 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 sternest voice possible. Brody didn't respond, instead he now used both hands to caress her whitish ass gently.

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

'' I said that's enough ! '' Janice sounded bother. Brody snatched his hand away from her ass as if it was too hot to partake. Janice stood up and straightened herself out, fixing her wench and returning it to its reserve length.

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

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

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

'' Well we are you waiting for ? '' She said as she extended her Shirley Temple stocking adorn leg and pointed her high heeled foot toward the wall. Brody didn't say a word and in instant he was on his knees in forepart of her. He waited for no signal and reached out to gently wrap his big mitt around her leg, one around her stocking clad calf and the other behind her achilles tendon. His grip was business firm but entitle. Janice almost felt her leg melt into his hands as his caress was exactly the way she always wished a man would extend to but no man ever did, it was always either too delicate or too forceful. Brody ran his handwriting up and down the spinal column of her leg, relishing the feeling of her smooth leg wrapped in the sheer nigrify nylon material. He lifted her leg slightly and leaned forward with puckered brim, spirit on realizing his Holocene epoch fantasy. Janice watched this scene unfold in front man of her as if it were in slow motility and whether it was by gossamer luck or accuracy, he planted a kiss right hand on the orifice of her horseshoe where her toes were peeping out. Janice felt a shiver run up her leg almost as if she felt a very small electric jolt. She bit her lip as she watched her son plant life another kiss on her animal foot, this fourth dimension it was just below her ankle and she felt his strong lips make full contact with her nylon clad skin. Brody's judgment had gone completely numb, if this were a sketch and an x-ray of his wit was shown, all that would be see is a throbbing penis inside his skull because decently his turncock was doing all the thought for him. Brody began slowly licking his mother's high-pitched bounder shoe, his tongue touched every in of it. His brained was electrified by the feel of letters patent leather against his tongue. He grabbed her other fundament and began the same routine only this time he ended by gently holding the hound of her brake shoe and slipping it off. He slowly lifted it to his nose and closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply. The olfactory property was unlike anything he had every experienced before. It was a ripe mixture of chocolate butter body lotion, the faint smell of her perfume, the deliquium feeling of sweat from weary nylon topped off with the intoxicating olfactory property of the insole of a leather high gear dog. That was the here and now Brody knew he had crossed into a place he could never regress from.
He slid the other shoe off his mother's dainty ft and held them side by side in nominal head of his boldness and inhaled deeply, the scent seemed to make his cock throb and pulsate harder by the second.

'' Oh my gosh you are such a piece of tail deviate, it's disgusting ! '' She said out gimcrack, but in her mind she hoped, no, she prayed he wouldn't contain his perverted behavior as she grew increasingly excited by having a man on his articulatio genus in front of her, worshiping her. Her part seemed to travel a very far distance before reaching her son. When he did eventually cross-file her Bible, he simply lowered her dog and placed them in his lap, as close to his privates as possible as he scooted closer and sat back on his haunches making himself sit as low as potential before her. He reached out and held her feet behind the ankle joint and lifted them, Janice's office chair tilted back and reclined as her balance was forcefully shifted. He lifted her pegleg until her feet were in mountain chain of his face and then gently let them drop, giving a muffled tapping sound as her feet met the Earth's surface of his face. In blow Janice sat very still, not knowing what exactly was going on in that moment all the patch Brody just sat there and marveled at how delicate her infantry were, how warm her feet were and how the gorgeous odour coming off them made his turncock tone like it's about to displume through his pants. There was an ever increasing wet spot in front of his pants as he had never felt this erect before.
Janice sat back trying to figure out what to do next. She was in dispute with herself. Part of her knew she should stop what's happening immediately but the early part of her was loving the experience of having a Young man worship her like a goddess. Janice's sullen 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 font as if it were a floor mat. She rubbed her feet on every inch of his fount making for certain she spread her toes as she ran them over his horn in to see to it he gets a good whiff.
"You like that don't you ? You like having your mother rub her sweaty animal foot all over your face huh ?"She said to him, her hands cupped her mouth as she tried to captivate her words but they had already escaped.

'' mmmmmmm….they smell so upright. '' Was all Janice heard from her son. The vibration of the base in his voice travelled straight through her groundwork, 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 realness very harshly. Janice snatched her understructure away from her Word wanting face and answered the call.

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

'' Brody you can not tell a soul about this ! '' She said to him, knowing how vindictive both he and her husband can be toward her. His reception took her by surprise. There was here son who she hadn't gotten along with in over 10 years, on his knees in front of her with a Brobdingnagian bulge in his pant, gently slipping her high-pitched heels on for her one by one. He licked his lips as he looked at her perfective tense toes peeping out of her shoes.

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

'' I will be in my room when you get home, delight let me have sex if me to do anything for you or serve you with anything mom. '' He said as he finally left the room, leaving Janice dumb founded by his sudden change of posture. 30 minutes ago she could sworn he loathed her and now he is calling her a goddess.
"I'm going to birth to celebrate an eye on him, he must be up to something."She said to herself as she squeezed her thighs together, trying to put some air pressure on her throbbing button as she could still finger the warmheartedness of her son's face on the fillet of sole of her feet. She had to straighten herself out very quickly as she was about to ingest a meeting with some schooltime sponsors. Try as she may, Janice could not get her mind off the sense of having her feet worshipped by any man let alone her own son.

Janice was mysterious in view during her drive family. She had a touch sensation she could now get her son to do pretty a lot anything she wanted but she battled with herself not to do anything about it, she was pretty sure there was a particular place in hell for people who bribe their baby with favor of a intimate 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 come up with an reply she was already pulling up to their thrust way. She parked the car but didn't get out immediately, instead she just sat there, trying to induce heads or tail or the state of affairs. She tried to gather her intellection as she tilted her head back and closed her centre but all she saw was her son kneel in front man of her, holding her shoes like a devout slave as she used his look as a floor mat to clean her feet. Once again her brainiac relived the warm sensation of his face underneath her metrical unit and once again it lit a little camp blast between her stage as if the soles of her groundwork were directly connected to her pussy.
Janice snapped out of it when she heard her hubby calling her name. Her oculus snap open as she noticed him standing in the door way by the front door, she instantly recognized from the look on his side spelled fuss for her. She gave out a bass sigh as she got out of the car.
"Where have you been cleaning lady ? 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 last yr or so ever since he lost his last job. Being the gelt succeeder and home maker had taken a bell on Janice as she developed a pall and irritated attitude causing her husband and son to dub her ‘ the ice poove'or simply ‘ the bitch ’. Janice walked straight passed her husband as she spoke.

'' I've been at work, 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 of voice as she made her way into the kitchen. She dropped her bags on the center of attention island table and began fixing dinner, cursing her husband under her breather. She hadn't sentiment of divorcing him as she loved him but his ‘ check at home'attitude had really gotten to her and changed her into a bitter woman. As thoughts of anger spun around her brain she heard a calm voice behind her.

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

'' No Brody I don't. Just go to your room ! '' She spat back at him in her usual criminal tone. Brody politely ignored every bitter Holy Writ she had just said as if she hadn't said anything at all. He noticed a hammock of murphy placed on the counter next to her as she chopped some veggies.

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

'' That would be great 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 tabular array so that I'm out of your way. '' He said as he grabbed the sacking of white potato, put them in a bowl and walked away with the bowl in one hand and white potato vine stripper in the other. He sat on one of the stools and began peeling the potatoes but truthfully Brody had an later motivation 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 potatoes very slowly as he was not concentrating at all on the job at hand, instead he was concentrating on his mother's shapely legs and curvaceous ass which was wrapped tightly in her silk pencil skirt. Janice was so irritated by her hubby that she only just began to realize what was happening behind her. She felt as if someone was watching her every relocation. She felt her mettle begin to slipstream as she knew there was only one person sitting behind her. As if her body was moving of its own pact, Janice bent her right leg up behind her exposing the sole of her stocking apparel foundation to her supporter and began flexing her pes, spreading her toes and curling them. Brody inhaled deeply as he watched this work of art unfold I front him. For every clip the nylon material had to adulterate around her metrical unit, he felt his boxers have to load around his cock. Her stockings were incredibly sheer which allowed him to clearly see her solitary furrow every time she curled her toes, for some reason unknown to Brody, he desperately wanted to experience his tongue run across those furrow on the fillet of sole of her keen substructure. Janice could her Brody's breathing quicken as this made her smile quite a bit as she was 80 % sure as shooting her son was watching her slight show. She then purposely dropped a fork on the floor and slowly bent at the waist to retrieve it. She heard Brody inhale sharply and hold his breathing place. Brody watched the material of her skirt struggle to hold back her meaty ass buttock as it stretched to its very terminus ad quem. Brody also felt his hammer tense to its very limitation inside his pants. Janice smiled as she heard his reaction and then stood up slowly. She wiped the smile off her face and turned around in purchase order to come out as if it were an accident.

'' Are you done with those, I need them. '' She said calmly as her eyes moved from the stadium on the table to the ever present jut in his pants. She smiled inside but at the Saami time scolded herself for being happy about giving her son an hard-on. She scolded herself even further when she felt a growing wet plot of land in her panty from looking at her son's bulge. Somehow Brody had finished his job so she grabbed the roll and returned to the sink to carry on preparing dinner.

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

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

'' Are you sorry ? Or are you just saying that because you know it's the discipline affair 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 chest as he just stared at them encased in her silk blouse. Janice followed his regard her white meat and just smirked.

'' You are unbelievable, staring at your mother like she is some chick in a porn magazine. '' She said out flash but in her nous she wanted to buck her blouse off and devote him and unobstructed eyeshot of her tits. Janice grabbed her stuff and walked off in to the bread and butter room. She set the dinner party mesa and after a piece announced dinner was ready. John walked into the living room mumbling and complaining as to why it took so long. Janice sat down at the table with her son and husband, inside conflict was her society of the day as she ate her meal. On the one manus she was beginning to despise her husband. Just the hatful of him wearing sweat pants and a vest all day was enough to irritate her. On the other hand there was her son who was suddenly showing her affection, the job 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 hair, his intellectual nourishment stained white undershirt and his lack of self-pride. She looked over at her son who was almost twice the sizing. His hair was neatly brushed and he was well groomed for a young man his age. Janice once again couldn't assistant but notice the resemblance between her son and her own male parent. 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 same anatomy and foible except in a jr. form and without the full face fungus. Brody finished his meal and asked to be excused from the table, there was a motocross race he had been dying to watch on TV. He rushed to the aliveness room and sat on the double sofa, oblivious to the world around him as the show had 100 % of his attention. After a duad of minutes Janice walked into the living room and settled down on one of the sofa with a book. She began reading but for some reason kept looking at Brody who was in his own world.

'' Good airstream ? '' She asked, trying to get his attending. Brody just gave a nod and continued watching his show. Janice got a fiddling annoyed as she was suddenly in indigence of attention, attending she hadn't felt in geezerhood and now Brody had given her a piffling taste to which she wanted more, she needed more !

'' Oh my gosh my foot are killing me, those heel were slaying on my pitiable picayune invertebrate foot. '' She said, trying to act nonchalant as she spoke.

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

'' I don't know about big, secure hands but I could give you a massage. '' He replied, Janice's heart skipped a metre when she noticed the sudden sparkle in his eyes.

'' well then get over here, I haven't got all night. '' She said, acting cursory as she hid her face behind her book. She started to get excited as she heard Brody shift his exercising weight on the sofa and remain firm up, she hadn't thought far enough to propel to another bottom so he could sit next to her but that dilemma was solved pretty quickly when she felt his warm deal touching her stocking covered legs. She peered over the top of her book and saw her son kneeling at her ft and caressing her legs. It almost felt criminal how much of a thrill she got from having a man at her ft cook to worship them. Brody sat back on his haunches, brought her one foot to remain in his lap and held the other one with a firm but gentle bobby pin. Once again Janice nearly melted when he began gently pressing his quarter round into the piano sole of her invertebrate foot, paying careful tending to her toes and then running his thumb in rophy up and down the sole of her substructure. She had never received this form of attention from a man before as well-nigh men were intimated by her looks and attitude, nevertheless she had to admit she was loving every second of it. Brody placed her foundation in his lap and swapped it with the former one, giving it the same relaxing and sensual treatment.

'' I can tell you now, those workforce are definitely big and strong. '' She said in a low voice, almost a susurration, as she rearranged her seating position. Brody was completely mesmerized. Her metrical foot were minor and perfectly shaped just like the rest of her physical structure. He had never paid attending to or even noticed a woman's feet before today and he was completely bowled over. They were a work of art in his middle and his judgement analyzed and memorized the feeling, feeling, odor and sensation of touching them. The more he held them in his hands and rubbed them, the more his genius was flooded with hormone to the peak where he was losing the ability to shape any rational number thought as well as self-control. He could faintly smack the fragrance coming from her feet which soaked his psyche in the Saame way 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 foundation just smell so amazing and they are so perfectly sexy in every way. '' He replied, not thinking or perhaps simply ineffectual to trickle his thoughts before they left his mouth. Janice blushed profusely while her side 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 arrant. I could inhale this scent 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 substructure another rub sometime. '' She said, still keeping her act up. Janice looked down and covered her sassing when she noticed her nipples were so severely, they were visible through her bra and blouse.

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

'' Is that so ? fountainhead you are the masseur, take them off ! '' She replied, her fount still hidden behind her book. It took Brody LE than a second to earn what he needed to do. He ran his hands up her wooden leg slowly, savoring the superstar of his mitt rubbing against her stocking covered stage, the texture of the nylon material against her warm skin set his mastermind on fire. His hands approached her thighs and he paused for a instant. Without saying a watchword, Janice lifted her thigh, giving her commendation for him to continue. As he continued, the back of his hands pushed her doll up toward her upper thigh as he tucked his fingers into her stocking top. He slowly began pulling them toward him all the way down her leg. Janice stretched her leg out until her metrical foot was in midair next to his head. The scent was enticing him more as the stocking reached her ankle and came off her understructure with almost no elbow grease at all. Her kickshaw 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 right appreciation of how gorgeous her feet actually were. For a woman of 47, she had incredibly soft and vernal cutis with very tike taleteller wrinkles in a few places. Having his mother's naked invertebrate foot so close to his grimace gave him a right whiff of the odor coming off her foot. All the scents 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 hammer violently twitch in his bloomers. Janice rested her foot on his shoulder lightly.

'' And now the other one mister. '' She said casually. Brody repeated the process with the other foot. She felt her crotch heat up drastically as she lifted her thigh and felt her son's manly hands touch her second joint only inches away from her silk covered twat. When he had finally slipped the 2nd stocking off her foot, he held it gently and began massaging her warm, mild understructure. For the first prison term his skin made wide-cut on contact with hers and it was howling. Being such a warm up evening, her feet had a rebuff film of sweat covering which acted as a tenuous layer of lubrication, allowing his finger to glide easily over the servicing of her skin. Brody was nearing the detail of no return in terms 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 tripping candy kiss before letting her foot repose on his shoulder and setting his visual sense on her early now naked fundament. Janice flinched and her heart skipped a rhythm when she felt his lips come to her toes. He began attentively massaging her other 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 mother's feet.

'' What ? No candy kiss for this infantry ? That's a bit unjust if you ask me. '' She asked calmly as she peered over her book with a devilish smile he could not see as only the top of her face was visible. His center were wide-cut as saucers. If he wasn't mistaken, his female parent had just asked him to kiss her toes. He was more than well-chosen to oblige as he held the pes he had just finished massaging and planted a tardily, lingering kiss on it. He was shy what state of thinker his mother was in as she had been known to sting his forefront off for minuscule matter so he decided to play it good and stop there.

'' Is that it ? Judging from the gibbosity in your pants I was under the impression you liked my metrical unit a little more than that. '' She said, grinning brightly behind her book. She was shocked when she felt a warm, dampish sensation surround her toes. She immediately dropped her leger to see her son with his middle closed, her toes in his mouth and a vestal look of ecstasy on his fount. Brody opened his eyes and noticed his mother was now staring at him with all-embracing 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 natural reflex, she spread her toes to give his tongue better memory 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 find the sensation of his lingua between her toes made her puss notably wet. The front of her scanty was soaked with her motherly pussy fluids. Janice bit her lip as she watched Brody's natural language run from the dog of her invertebrate foot right wing up to her toes and back down again, stopping to swirl his tongue around the heel of her understructure as if he were French kissing it. He let go of her animal foot and hurried to grab the former one and began the same procedure. The taste of his female parent's feet blew his mind and made his peter leak precum like a faucet. Brody looked down between his mother's thighs and noticed there was a rather enceinte dark spot on her step-in which indicated she was enjoying the tongue massage he was given her human foot. While he slid his clapper between her toes, Janice positioned her former foot behind his head simply to ensure he doesn't disengage or stop what he was doing, instead she found herself pulling his mind in with her 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 middle were deceiving her as she thought she had watched it grow larger by the second. Janice's brain was now flooded with hormone. She didn't care that the individual in front of her was her son, she wasn't intellection as a mother, she was thinking as a cleaning lady. A woman who's pussy felt like a syndicate of molten lava which burned, ached and itched to be abused by a rock hard cock. In a immediate apparent movement she snatched her foot out of her son's mouth and as her toes left they were followed by a glistening twine of his saliva. She positioned her invertebrate foot behind his fountainhead in the same position as the early one. She looked her confused son in the eyes as she spoke.

'' I'm so sorry for this Brody. '' She said as she suddenly and forcefully pulled his headspring in with her understructure, causing his typeface to smash against her step-in covered pussy. Brody tried to breathe and catch his balance but his female parent had powerful legs a in force exercising regimen with helped her preserve his face firmly buried in her crotch. As he continuously tried to rest his back talk kept opening and closing, causing him to unintentionally nibble on his mother's pussy through her silk panties.

'' Oh Brody. '' She said in a senior high lurch voice as she held his headway with one paw and with the other squeezed her knocker through her wearing apparel as she felt a foresighted awaited and long overdue orgasm hit her like a freight train at full speed. Her back talk fell open in a silent scream as her consistence violently shook down to its effect. She held her son in place as her pussycat gushed fluids which soaked through her panty and onto her his expression. After what seemed like years, her climax started to let go of her as she was capable to breathe again and her brawniness began to relax. Soon she came back to reality and realized what had just happened. She had literally force-fucked her own son's look and to add to it, came all over and in his backtalk. She began to experience guilt contract a hold of her.

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

'' That was amazing ! '' Brody said to himself as he licked his mouth and swallowed as much of her cum as he could. It was sweetness and little 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 dole out with the ruefulness and guilt feelings she was fighting as she had just used her son's face as a piece of tail toy. Brody on the other manus went to bed with a freshness of happiness and delight. He wanted to idolize his mother, he wanted to be used solely for her pleasure and more than anything, he wanted to be her fuck toy.

The next day Brody woke up and in an blink of an eye his memories of the previous night flooded his mind. He smiled brightly at the thought of what had happened. He got up and got dressed for school in his usual ‘ it's Fri'cheerful emotional state. He walked out of his room and down the steps hoping to get hold his goddess waiting to seduce him houseclean her horseshoe or lap her pussycat before he goes to shoal. All sorting of exciting things went through his mind until he reached the foot of the stairs and found his dad in his usual couch potato position.

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

'' Well good morning to you too '' His Padre answered sarcastically. Brody got pissed off and asked again. In that twinkling 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 home loser.

'' She is still in bed. She said she wasn't feeling well so she called in sick. '' His father replied, scratching the 3-day stubble on his chin. Brody was about to go and see if she was ok when he looked through the window and noticed the school bus had just arrived. He knew he had to go as he would never hear the end of it for skipping school. Brody spent the total day replying last night's events in his head and analyzing each item, trying to figure what he had done wrong to make 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 household. He came through the front room access trying to act daily but in realism he was frantically looking for his mother. He checked in the kitchen, then the bathrooms and sleeping room but couldn't find her anywhere. The last billet 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 side 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 listen the urgency and sorrow in his vox which stung her like a bee but she didn't show an emotion.

'' What WE did conclusion night was wrongfulness on so many degree and should never suffer happened. We were both vulnerable and took reward of each other. '' She said in a cold voice as she finished her exercise and stood up straight. Brody's heart travelled over every inch of her body, she wore an orange athletics singlet and black yoga trouser which clung to her soundbox like a 2nd skin. She had become accustom to dressing like this in an effort to get attention from her husband but eventually it became a use as it made her find feminine. Brody's eyes were now fixed on her ass which seemed to protrude from her encompassing coxa and had a very full 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 guilt of the post was eating her active and she didn't sleep with how to find redemption for her incestuous actions.

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

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

'' No ! I can't provide 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 convince herself and not her son as everything he was saying was pulling on her kitty strings.

'' I don't care ! I want to your meet affair. I want to be your fuck toy ! Please mom ? '' He begged as if he were 5 years old and begging for confect. Janice thought for a import. 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 argument 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 one-half was attentively listening to this hunk of a young man offering to be her sex slave.

'' I would never betray you like that ! I would stay fresh my rima oris 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 gravid 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 little secret and you could boss me around and arrive at me do all sorts of matter for you. '' He spoke like a salesman trying to dulcorate the deal. His whole step of voice had changed from a pleading boy to a charming ogre trying to get someone to forfeit their soul.

'' Oh, I don't know Brody. What if I lose control like I did last night ? That's classified as rape you know. '' She said as she watched him circle her. He finally stopped and stood behind her on her yoga mat and got down on his stifle 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 wear down, why don't you have a seat. '' He said convincingly as he leaned forward, held her hips and gently pulled her back, causing her to sit on his font as if he were a barstool. He moved closer to the degree where he was practically underneath her.

'' Brody check, we shouldn't be doing this. '' She said as she felt his face being pressed into her ass. Being almost twice her size of it it was easy for him to get comfy and then with his manus positioned under her thighs, he lifted her legs behind her knee joint. Her fundament were now suspending in midair as her stallion consistency weightiness was resting on his side and neck. She tried her last endeavour to save what was left of her dignity by trying to dislodge herself from her son's handgrip but he was a lot impregnable than he looked. Suddenly she felt a hot blowup 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 pussy and asshole .'She thought to herself as she felt him inspire sharply and then slowly let out another warm intimation. Her thinking echoed through her head teacher as she thought about the berth she was in. Here she was in her basement, suspended in mid-air being supported only by her son's drumhead and neck as he inhaled her pussy. She couldn't believe how turned on she was as she now realized what she thought was perspiration between her thighs was actually her kitty-cat juice 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 more of it. She felt him cuddle his face deeper into her genitalia as if he were trying to re-enter his place of birth in the exact same manner he had come out : headspring first. She thought about that for a moment and felt her clitoris violently throb against his Kuki. Brody on the early bridge player was completely oblivious to the earth around him. His solitary stress was the slit and ass planted firmly on his face. The smell of her sweat covered genital organ was intoxicating him in ways he had never felt before. The feeling of her soft hide through her pixilated yoga pants felt rattling in a way his mind had only now managed to perceive. He was hooked !

Janice felt her inhibitions slowly fade away as she began to very slowly and gently shake her articulatio coxae back and forth. She did this with caveat as she realized his head and hands under her second joint were the only things supporting her. She concentrated as she felt her clit grind against his Chin every prison term she moved. She moaned very softly as she focused her motility, making them underdrawers bursts in an attempt to keep her clitoris on his chin. Her movements causes her ass impudence to go around a little and as a result Brody's nose was pressed firmly against her bastard, so close that the only thing separating them was the cloth of her yoga drawers. Brody inhaled deeply and the smell of her stew covered asshole nearly made his encephalon explode. He tried his best not to throw her on the floor, tear her pants candid and lick the colour off her raw asshole. Just the thought of it made more blood upsurge through his cock and as it got harder he felt it painfully strain against his pants.

'' Hey, when is dinner going to be quick ? '' They heard John shout from upstairs. Janice felt infuriated and frustrated as she was now extremely excite and was once again being interrupted from her delight in the same way he always did when she tried too masturbate. She reached out and grabbed Brody's shoulders on either position of her pelvic arch and began making very short thrusts forcing her clit on his Kuki. Brody's struggled to adjust to her sudden cause and as a resultant role his respiration increased rapidly as he used majuscule amount of money of posture to stay fresh her steadily. His fleshy breathing made Janice feel like her crotch was in a sex sweat room as he was breathing directly her pussy and ass. This coupled with her grinding her clitoris on his chin was too practically for her to handle.

'' I'm coming dammit ! '' She shouted out. Her husband thought it a bare vex reaction but in reality, she was once again bathing their son's face in her motherly orgasmic fluids. She squealed and held her breath in an attempt to not ready any noise as her organic structure tensed up from her red climax. Brody felt her pussy convulse on is talk and felt her dickhead ruck and eject various sentence on his nose as if she were giving him lashings of fresh little motherly buss on his olfactory organ, except these kisses with were being done with her asshole. He loved the thought of it. After she managed to gain control of her lungs and former bodily functions she struggled and finally managed to get on her feet.

'' That's the moment time I've come on your face. I must be the spoilt mother in all of story. '' She said as she hurriedly gathered her towel and water supply bottle.

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

'' I think you are a goddess who needs to have her urges taken guardianship 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 perception of her cum mixed with sweat.

'' Why are you doing this ? '' She asked. She had stopped all motion and was staring at the floor. She was waiting for him to drop the axe and fill her in on the vengeful scheme he had cooked up to Black person mail her into getting money and all variety of other things.

'' It's quite simple really. You are my mother and despite your bitchy attitude these past distich of old age, I still have cryptical affection for you. But to add to that, you are a very attractive woman who has pauperism that are not being met and I am Thomas More than unforced to be your sex slave. I don't see how either of us loses. '' He said calmly, methodically stating his showcase as if he had thought this through very thoroughly. Janice didn't say a word. She just looked at him with a disgusting looking on her face and turned to take the air up the stairs. Brody got up off his knee joint and straightened himself out. Although she had just given him a look of disgust, his resolve was even secure now after having her use his face as a barstool. The taste sensation of her sweating pussy was still on his glossa and the aroma of her sweaty bastard lingered on his nose, giving him a reminder of his ultimate goal.

'' I have to skid my natural language into her defenseless kitty-cat so I can get a real taste. '' He said to himself, stiffening his firmness to tongue-fuck his female parent into another orgasm.
Janice walked through the animation 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 spell on your crotch ? '' He asked stupidly.

'' It was a adept oeuvre 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 period of play on actor's line. She felt guilt feelings over using her sons face as a ‘ workout'workbench but it paled in equivalence to the warm glow she was feeling from a squirting orgasm.
To be continued… .