This level 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 history class, the monotonous sound of Mr. Filk droning on had been washed out in Brody's thinker by the sound of the birds chirping outside. If he didn't know any better, he could've sworn they were in the middle of summer. Brody's day dreaming had been rudely interrupted by a piece of crumpled up paper hitting the right side of meat of his face. As he snapped back to reality he noticed everyone in the class rummaging through their backpacks and he then realized what had just happened. Mr. Filk had requested the students to defer their homework which Brody just remembered he had not actually done.

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

Mr. Filk said in a patronizing note as the unhurt category stopped to attend at Brody, a few whispers and snickers echoed throughout the course room.

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

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

'' Well that was the last stalk, it's off to the principal 's office with you Brigham Young man. '' Mr. Filk concluded.
Brody groaned as he packed his bag and stood up from his can. He left the classroom 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. food turner. '' The secretary said to Brody without looking in his direction as she effortlessly tapped the winder on her calculator, Brody stood up and walked into the principal sum's office and slouched down in a chair in front of the master's desk.
The corpus stared at him over the top of her pocket-sized framed trash, her facial expression appeared almost blank, showing only a tip of irritation.

'' Brody, how many time are we going to do this ? '' She said in a very flat but unshakable tone of voice.

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

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

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

'' This school sucks, this townsfolk sucks and I hate it here. Why did you have to hold this stunned job anyway ? '' He asked rhetorically.

Mrs Frederick Jackson Turner let out a deeply breathing time of foiling as she took her glasses off, her piercing green middle giving him a very intimidate stare. Brody had grown disaffected since he had been through puberty but it was no competition for his mother's tail end, rigid nature. While looking at him she couldn't aid but notice how practically her son resembled her own don. 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 lineament and structure reminded so a lot of her Fatherhood that it gave an mind and in that here and now 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 of disciplining us. '' She began, talking in a very methodical tone of voice.

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

'' The first of all method was used by my female parent on many occasions. This method was used on us when we being unruly or rude, or didn't complete our house task. '' She said as she moved some stationary around on her desk.

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

'' The sec was a quite straight forward. When we were out of control, our dad would simply whoop us until we couldn't sit down for the ease of that day. '' She said as she calmly swung her chair to the side, stood up and walked over to a wooden cupboard standing in the corner. She stood in front of the cupboard as she shifted some stuff around, Brody couldn't see what she was doing but he had honestly lost interest in the conversation about 5 minute ago. He sat there day dreaming when he was brought back to realness by a loudly noise. He looked in front of him and realized what the randomness was. His female parent 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 methods to get some abidance out of you. '' She said, running her delicate finger's breadth along the short length of the paddle. Brody looked at her in disbelief, like she had finally lost her psyche. He was about to dissent but she cut him short.

'' Before you even think about complaining, think about this first off : if you don't do as I say, we are taking away your net, cellphone and picture game perquisite. By the time we are done with you, you will call up 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 privileges and we are well within our rights to take them away. All we have to do is fertilise you, clothe you and take a shit sure you get a good Department of Education, two of which we have managed, the last one is why we are here in the get-go lieu. Now stand up and turn around before I thrash you AND claim your perquisite away anyway. '' She said, seeming quite pleased with herself for cooking up this idea.
Brody mumbled as he stood up and turned around with his shoulders slouched over. He heard the clicking of his mother's high heels on the story as she walked around the desk and stood behind him. Without warning Brody heard a flashy smacking auditory sensation and instantly felt his ass cheeks warm up to the temperature hotter than the control surface of the sun. His fount contorted and before he knew, a 2d strike landed in his ass. It must 've looked quite awkward should someone be capable to see them as there was this petite, classy woman spanking a guy almost twice her size. Janice didn't want to take it too far as unlike her father, she knew the conflict between subject field and abuse. The force she used wasn't brutal but felt a lot worse as the toddle area was wide of the mark and the Ellen Price Wood was fatheaded. Her strikes came in a total of 10, it didn't seem like much but Brody felt like his ass was on fire. In all the 17 twelvemonth he had been alive, he had never been spanked before.
Janice straightened out her livid blouse and walked over to her chairwoman and sat down again, her aspect was slightly flushed but she was trying her hardest to hide her sense of satisfaction, as if she has just claimed a John R. Major victory for her team.

'' You may will now but don't forget that, you have shoe cleaning responsibility when you get plate. '' She said as she turned her chair toward the computer and began typing up some document. Brody left the lead's office and went back to social class, he never said a word to anyone else for the balance of that good afternoon and even when he got home he was very silence. He walked through the front room access and walked straight passed his Fatherhood, making his way to his room. John the Divine 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 pull up in the aim way and he heard the threshold open and close. He heard the clicking of her hound as she walked toward the door, a audio he had grown to despise as even the sound alone seemed self-important to him. As she appeared in the door John the Divine gave a tongue-lashing look.

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

'' I disciplined him ! Something you are clearly too lazy to do as the ‘ man'of the house. Some role framework you are. '' She retorted as she walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of urine. For the adjacent hour the husband and married woman bickered and argued about the land of their family, their marriage and how practically of a gripe she had become. After what seemed like forever, Janice became bother and walked out of the elbow room, making her way to the bedroom to get ready for a shower before bed. As she approached the bedroom she noticed the light was on and slowly walked toward the threshold and peeped into the way, unsure of what she would get. She first noticed Brody was sitting on the trading floor in social movement of her closet with the doors open air and he had a bunch of brake shoe around him. She smiled brightly as she thought she had finally gotten through to him. As she was about to walk in and recommend him for his obeisance she noticed he had a shoe cloth in his lap but he wasn't using it. She then noticed all he seemed to be doing was sniffing the insole of her luxuriously heels as if it were an inhaling drug. He was going to townspeople on them, even going as far as licking the areas where her toes and the archway of her feet would rest when wear them. Janice backed away slowly and stood against the wall as if hiding from liquidator. She tried to interpret what she had just seen but couldn't make sensory faculty of it. All sorts of explanation run through her nous 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 idea how to handle it or even what she would say if she were to confront him.

'' It's probably null, I'm just overreacting. '' She whispered to herself as she slipped her gamy heel back on her stocking garment human foot and began walking heavy footed toward her room to see to it he heard her coming and would stop doing whatever he was doing and as she entered the way she found him wiping her shoes with the cloth as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

'' I think that's enough Brody, I've had a long day and I need to demand a exhibitor. '' She said as she unwrapped her scarf from around her shoulder joint. She always seemed to bust a scarf 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 voice, almost barking at him.
Brody stood up and walked out of the room, leaving everything as it was. He walked over to his way 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 female parent for her attitude toward him. Brody lay in bed and stared at the ceiling thinking about how he couldn't wait to finish his close year of high schooltime and motility far away from household, very far away. Not moments later Brody passed out quickly fell into a recondite sleep.
Janice came out of the shower and noticed the spate of shoes still lying on the storey outside the wardrobe. Normally this would've irritated her highly, but she couldn't service but notice all the skid Brody had been"cleaning"where all high heels. She then zeroed in on the heels she had seen Brody licking and sniffing and noticed the toe field of the shoe was still glistening with his saliva. Janice couldn't make headspring or rear end of it and decided to go forth 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 break of the day routine. She got dressed and sat at her dressing table. She stretched her leg out and rolled the bunched up thigh high stocking she had in her hand over her delicate, petite toes and rolled it up her smooth, shapely leg. She repeated the process with the other leg then stood up and walked over to her closet. She was about to pass for a random pair of heels but then noticed the yoke her son had been sniffing and liking the day before. They were sky blue, patent leather high gloss peep toe richly heels which were at least 5 inch in tallness including a 3 inch weapons platform with lean strap around her mortise joint. She thought about how yearn it had been since she last wore them and decided to slip them onto her feet. She smiled as the shoes brought back memories of her clubbing day since these were her favorite shoe back then. While still reminiscing about her fun and adventurous day she finished up getting fix and left for work. As she walked out the front door she noticed Brody had already left for shoal and Saint John was still asleep on the couch where she usually found him. He claimed he was in between jobs but ever showed any interest and in actually looking for a new job. This was a deep sitting issue and as a final result Janice found herself getting agitated as she drove to bring. As she arrived at her office she tried to shrug it off and begin her day.

'' Carla could you get Brody in here please ? '' She said and walked into her agency. Soon after she heard Carla's representative over the intercom informing Mr. Henry Hubert Turner his presence is being requested in the principal's billet. Brody heard the announcement and instantly got irritated. He made his way to the principal's office and found his mother sitting in her usually berth in the waiting area, the memory board of the late day was still bracing in his mind.

'' ejaculate in Brody and close the door 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 shoes onto her foundation, her mind didn't seem to be all there as she seemed to be acting without thinking.
As Brody sat down she sat quite for a second, as if trying to pull herself together and attach herself back to world and then suddenly remembered why she had called him to her post in the first place.

'' I saw you conclusion night with my brake shoe. '' She said abruptly. As soon as the last word left her brim she wished she could trance her words before they had reached him but it was too late and she had no idea 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 bum, showing obvious signs of being nervous.
"That may be so but I didn't tell you to clean them with your tongue."She said calmly, as if they were discussing the atmospheric condition or his grades. Brody's heart had now grown to the Sami size as dish antenna after hearing her confirm she had indeed seen him.

'' It 's not what you think mom, I was just… '' She gave him one of her noted stares which simply meant hold back talking.
She thought about what she was about to say for a moment and was about to plunk for down when rub her toes together in her shoes and realized her perverted son's tongue had been in that very same smear less than 24 minute ago. The view of it infuriated her and excited her at the Lapp metre 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 perversion to my benefit. '' She said coldly, he could hear the judgment in her voice as she spoke.

'' Let's do a deal. I know you have a mental testing coming up in two days and this will be the perfect testing ground for my little experiment. '' She paused for a short-change patch then continued."If you get low form on this examination like you have been doing all this clock time, I will spank you again and you will have to pick mine and your sire's shoes. And to add to that, no more than internet !"She stated. He was about to dissent when she motioned him to preserve quite with a hired man gesture.
"I'm not finished."She paused again, her heard racing at the thought process of the words that were about to leave her plump, red sass."If you do well in this run, you get to spank me instead AND I will provide you to lick and whiff my high-pitched heels…while I'm wearing them."She the in conclusion component in a monotonous voice as if she had just told him he needs to study the trash out.
Brody sat still like a statue for almost 5 minutes trying to process what this witch of a woman was saying to him however, her words were no foresighted cold instead they were thick like milk and soaked his brainiac as he tried to litigate them.

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

'' batch '' He said with even a split second of hesitation and without fully understanding what he had just agreed to, but something about it just seemed too proficient to pass up. All he knew is he would love the chance to get revenge on her for the old day's punishment she had administered.
Janice tried to wave her toes inside her shoe as she found herself quite excited by his exuberance. She honestly could not project out what had possessed her to say such thing to her son and why she way getting so excited about it. Brody stood up from the chairperson and left for socio-economic class, all that was going through his head was the opportunity to lather her into limbo. Both of them had their own docket that were getting them excited but they had no idea of what they were getting themselves into.
The succeeding two days passed and were mostly uneventful for Janice. She went through the like stresses from workplace and got home to the Saame combat with her hubby who she was growing timeworn of day by day. Brody on the former mitt had his hands 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 next two days, barely getting any sopor and studying up until the odd hr of the morning. The day of the test came and went and Brody felt quite positive that he had done well in the test. The following day he waited for the inevitable phone of Carla's phonation over the intercom telling him to report to the main's office and when he did, he obliged without moment of hesitation. He walked into the office to find his mother sitting in her usual seating spot reading what looked like his test sheet. He looked her over thoroughly. Her neck length black hair was cut neatly in a bob except instead of a outskirt, it contribution clean in the middle of her forehead and framed her brass perfectly. She had striking green eyes, her cutis looked as though it were made of porcelain, her rim were slurred and full, to which she always applied a heavyset stratum of red lipstick. Her body had a humble frame but with unusually enceinte bosom, she always claimed bigger breast are just about the merely affair she got out of her wedlock and maternity. Her trunk had a curvy and well-toned SHAPE as she worked out 3 times a calendar week but never kept a stern diet, giving her body a stratum of fat over her muscular body structure which left her voiced but unshakable and curvy in all the right on property. Of course of instruction she counted herself unlucky as no sum of money of working out would let go of her from having the wide ‘ mom hips'she developed after giving birth. Although she saw this as a downside, when wearing a soused clothes of pencil bird, her ‘ mom hips'combined with her regular exercise gave her a knockout figure.

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

'' So Mr. turner, we have arrived at 6 June 1944 once again. I have your examination results here and I must say, I'm both surprised and not surprised at the same time. '' She said as she put the weather sheet of newspaper down on the board gently.

'' You did very well on this mental test. The teacher even made a remark stating whatever has motivated you should be made a perm thing in your life. '' She said, trying to moderate back a smile as she was so thrilled to finally consume substantiation that her son was just as ache as she hoped he was even though she knew her ass cheeks were about to pay the monetary value for such confirmation.

'' Any way, a deal is a spate. '' She said as she stood up and walked around her desk toward him and as she stood beside him she handed him the very same paddle she had used on him a few days prior. She lightly stepped between him and the desk and placed her thenar on the desk as she bent over, the material of her skirt stretched to its level best capacity. Brody held the boat paddle in his mitt and looked at it, the very Lapplander boat paddle that had been used to humiliate him just days before this moment and then looked at his mother's perfectly round ass covered in the material of the black silk pencil skirt she was wearing. It was if a switch had been flipped in his head. Janice for some reasonableness was expecting this to be a fun lesson but learned quickly that would not be the lawsuit. Before she knew it she felt Brody's hand lift her annulus and roll up it up until it was bunched up around her waistline. Janice's heart began to race as she realized this was not going according to plan and tried to endure up but as she moved she felt Brody's hired hand firmly grab the back of her neck and 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 female parent's exposed ass and to his pleasure, she was wearing a baby Amytal silk pantie which strongly resembled French breeches. He marveled at the how smooth her ass looked and how it gradually curved inward to gather the top of her pale second joint which were covered by black sheer thigh high up stockings. Brody lifted his right hand which had the boat paddle in it with a broad backward swing until it was almost above his promontory before letting it fly at ferocious speed toward its target. If the office room access wasn't closed and thick in breadth, Brody was pretty sure enough the entire school would've heard the speech sound of wood making contact with bare, soft peel at mellow swiftness. Janice's body went clay and her rima oris shaft open to give a unsounded scream of agony. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she felt her left ass cheek burning from a pain she was not expecting. She knew her son would have fun getting revenge but she never in a million geezerhood thought he would use such force on his own mother. Before she could finish her remember she felt the second swat land on her right ass cheek, this time causing her to have out a petty, barely hearable squeal. She tried to struggle and affect again but Brody had her pinned down and landed another shot. While she had been shifting and struggling, she moved too often and the 3rd strike missed its target and hit her second power in the crotch area, bathing her pussy and cocksucker in inconspicuous fire. She felt her centre welling up with tears in expectation for the side by side strike which did arrive but was noticeably dissimilar. Instead of hard, cold wood she felt warm pelt deliver the next smasher. The second smash landed, then the tierce, each one taken longer for his hand to branch from the pelt of her warm up ass nerve. After various smacks, Brody seemed to be caressing and fondling her ass Sir Thomas More than striking it.

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

'' It's so red now, how can I make it better ? '' He said, Janice noticing he now sounded memorized. She would've loved to film reward of this under formula circumstanced except her son was fondling her ass with only a melt off layer of silk between him and her kitty-cat and ass.

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

'' You still have the second piece of your payoff remember ? '' She said to her son as she walked around her desk and sat in her buns, 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 diminutive power finger to her plump, red back talk in a gesture indicating her should be quiet.

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

'' Well we are you waiting for ? '' She said as she extended her black stocking clad leg and pointed her senior high heeled invertebrate foot toward the paries. Brody didn't say a word and in seconds he was on his knees in front of her. He waited for no signal and reached out to gently wind his big script around her leg, one around her stocking clad sura and the other behind her achilles tendon. His grip was firm but assuage. 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 soft or too forceful. Brody ran his hand up and down the binding of her leg, relishing the feel of her fluid leg wrapped in the sheer black nylon cloth. He lifted her leg slightly and leaned forward with pucker lips, intent on realizing his Recent fancy. Janice watched this picture unfold in figurehead of her as if it were in slow move and whether it was by sheer hazard or accuracy, he planted a kiss right on the chess opening of her skid where her toes were peeping out. Janice felt a tremble run up her leg almost as if she felt a very small-scale electrical jolt. She bit her lip as she watched her son plant another candy kiss on her foot, this metre it was just below her ankle and she felt his warmly lips make full phase of the moon contact with her nylon clad skin. Brody's creative thinker had gone completely benumb, if this were a cartoon and an x-ray of his psyche was shown, all that would be see is a throbbing penis inside his skull because right his shaft was doing all the thinking for him. Brody began slowly licking his female parent's high hound shoe, his tongue touched every in of it. His brained was electrified by the tone of patent leather against his spit. He grabbed her other understructure and began the same routine only this time he ended by gently holding the heel of her shoe and slipping it off. He slowly lifted it to his nose and closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply. The odour was unlike anything he had every experienced before. It was a ripe mixture of cocoa butter consistency lotion, the faint smell of her essence, the faint smell of stew from fag out nylons topped off with the intoxicating olfactory property of the insole of a leather high dog. That was the moment Brody knew he had crossed into a place he could never repay from.
He slid the other horseshoe off his mother's dainty metrical foot and held them side by slope in strawman of his face and inhaled deeply, the scent seemed to make his cock throb and pulsate harder by the second.

'' Oh my gosh you are such a roll in the hay pervert, it's disgusting ! '' She said out gaudy, but in her mind she hoped, no, she prayed he wouldn't stop his perverted behavior as she grew increasingly excited by having a man on his knees in strawman of her, worshiping her. Her voice seemed to move a very far distance before reaching her son. When he did eventually register her words, he simply lowered her cad and placed them in his lap, as close to his crotch as possible as he scooted finisher and sat back on his haunches making himself sit as low as possible before her. He reached out and held her metrical unit behind the articulatio talocruralis and lifted them, Janice's government agency chair tilted back and reclined as her symmetry was forcefully shifted. He lifted her legs until her feet were in range of his expression and then gently let them shed, giving a muffled tapping sound as her pes met the surface of his face. In shock absorber Janice sat very still, not knowing what exactly was going on in that here and now all the while Brody just sat there and marveled at how soft her feet were, how tender her feet were and how the gorgeous scent coming off them made his peter smell like it's about to pull through his pants. There was an ever increasing wet spot in front of his pants as he had never felt this vertical before.
Janice sat back trying to visualise out what to do next. She was in battle with herself. piece of her knew she should stop over what's happening immediately but the other part of her was loving the experience of having a unseasoned man worship her like a goddess. Janice's heavy titty 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 facial expression as if it were a floor mat. She rubbed her invertebrate foot on every inch of his face making sure she spread her toes as she ran them over his intrude to ensure he gets a proficient whiff.
"You like that don't you ? You like having your mother rub her sweaty groundwork all over your face huh ?"She said to him, her hands cupped her mouth as she tried to catch her lyric but they had already escaped.

'' mmmmmmm….they smell so good. '' Was all Janice heard from her son. The shakiness of the al-Qaeda in his voice travelled straight through her feet, up her branch 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 sons wanting human face and answered the call.

'' This is principal Turner….Uh huh….uh huh. Ok Carla you can send them to my post in about 5 minute of arc. '' Janice spoke sharply and then put the handset on the receiver.

'' Brody you can not severalize a soul about this ! '' She said to him, knowing how vengeful both he and her married man can be toward her. His response took her by surprise. There was here son who she hadn't gotten along with in over 10 twelvemonth, on his stifle in social movement of her with a huge bulge in his bloomers, gently slipping her mellow heels on for her one by one. He licked his lips as he looked at her perfective toes peeping out of her shoes.

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

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

Janice was trench in thought during her drive home. She had a notion she could now get her son to do pretty much anything she wanted but she battled with herself not to do anything about it, she was pretty sure there was a exceptional position in Hades for multitude who bribe their children with favors of a sexual nature. She tried to figure out how to look her son after what had happened or how to act around him but before she could hail up with an resolution she was already pulling up to their drive way. She parked the car but didn't get out immediately, instead she just sat there, trying to make heads or posterior or the site. She tried to pucker her thoughts as she tilted her forefront back and closed her eyes but all she saw was her son kneel in front line of her, holding her shoes like a devout striver as she used his face as a floor mat to clean her feet. Once again her brain relived the warmly sensation of his facial expression underneath her foundation and once again it lit a little camp fire between her legs as if the soles of her feet were directly connected to her pussy.
Janice snapped out of it when she heard her married man calling her name. Her heart crack open as she noticed him standing in the door way by the front line door, she instantly recognized from the look on his grimace spelled trouble for her. She gave out a deep sigh as she got out of the car.
"Where have you been woman ? I'm starving ! Who do you suppose is going to fix dinner ?"He began shouting at her. This sort of doings between the two of them had been going on for the last year or so ever since he lost his last job. Being the bread winner and home Godhead had taken a toll on Janice as she developed a weary and irritated attitude causing her hubby and son to dub her ‘ the ice pouf'or simply ‘ the bitch ’. Janice walked straight passed her husband as she spoke.

'' I've been at piece of 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 vitriolic tone as she made her way into the kitchen. She dropped her pocketbook on the center island table 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 base'mental attitude had really gotten to her and changed her into a bitter womanhood. As thoughts of wrath spun around her brain she heard a calm phonation behind her.

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

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

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

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

'' Ok no trouble, I will just do it on the midpoint table so that I'm out of your way. '' He said as he grabbed the carrier bag of Irish potato, put them in a pipe bowl and walked away with the bowl in one hand and potato peeler in the other. He sat on one of the stools and began peeling the potato but truthfully Brody had an ulterior need for being there. He noticed she had taken her cad off and left them in the lounge when she came through so she was just standing there in her work wearing apparel and stockings. Brody peeled the spud very slowly as he was not concentrating at all on the task at hired man, instead he was concentrating on his mother's shapely branch and curvaceous ass which was wrapped tightly in her silk pencil annulus. Janice was so irritated by her husband that she only just began to agnise what was happening behind her. She felt as if person was watching her every motility. She felt her nub Menachem Begin to slipstream as she knew there was only one person sitting behind her. As if her body was moving of its own conformity, Janice bent her right leg up behind her exposing the sole of her stocking cloak fundament to her admirer and began flexing her human foot, spreading her toes and curling them. Brody inhaled deeply as he watched this work of art unfold I front him. For every sentence the nylon material had to stretch around her foot, he felt his boxers have to stretch along around his stopcock. Her stockings were incredibly sheer which allowed him to clearly see her only line every time she curled her toes, for some reason unknown to Brody, he desperately wanted to feel his knife run across those furrow on the sole of her exquisite understructure. 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 slight show. She then purposely dropped a forking on the floor and slowly bent at the waistline to retrieve it. She heard Brody inhale sharply and hold his breath. Brody watched the stuff of her skirt battle to contain her meaty ass cheek as it stretched to its very limits. Brody also felt his cock tense to its very restrain inside his pants. Janice smiled as she heard his response and then stood up slowly. She wiped the smile off her brass and turned around in 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 trough on the board to the ever give hump in his knickers. She smiled inside but at the same fourth dimension 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 panties from looking at her son's bulge. Somehow Brody had finished his task so she grabbed the bowl and returned to the sump to keep on preparing dinner.

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

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

'' Are you sorry ? Or are you just saying that because you know it's the counterbalance thing to say ? '' She queried as she turned to face up him. Brody didn't bother answering as his middle and idea were fixed on her lumbering looking bosom as he just stared at them encased in her silk blouse. Janice followed his regard her bosom and just smirked.

'' You are unbelievable, staring at your mother like she is some chick in a pornography powder magazine. '' She said out forte but in her brain she wanted to tear her blouse off and pay him and unobstructed panorama of her tits. Janice grabbed her hooey and walked off in to the living elbow room. She set the dinner table and after a while announced dinner party was ready. trick 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 married man, inner conflict was her order of the day as she ate her repast. On the one hand she was beginning to despise her husband. Just the sight of him wearing sweatpants and a waistcoat all day was enough to irritate her. On the other helping hand there was her son who was suddenly showing her warmness, the problem with that was it was both affectionateness of a son and the heart on a hormonal 17 year old boy on the leaflet of man hood. She looked at her hubby and noticed his untidy tomentum, his food stained flannel vest and his want of self-pride. She looked over at her son who was almost twice the size. His hair was neatly brushed and he was well groomed for a new man his age. Janice once again couldn't assistant but notice the resemblance between her son and her own father. Her father had been a big, rugged man's man who everyone opinion was attractive in a way including her. Brody was shaping up to have the Sami form and mannerisms except in a vernal pattern and without the full beard. Brody finished his meal and asked to be excused from the board, there was a motocross race he had been dying to see on TV. He rushed to the bread and butter way and sat on the repeat sofa, oblivious to the world around him as the show had 100 % of his attention. After a duad of proceedings Janice walked into the support room and settled down on one of the sofas with a Koran. She began reading but for some reasonableness kept looking at Brody who was in his own world.

'' Good airstream ? '' She asked, trying to get his attention. Brody just gave a nod and continued watching his display. Janice got a piffling annoyed as she was suddenly in need of tending, care she hadn't felt in days and now Brody had given her a small gustation to which she wanted more, she needed more !

'' Oh my gosh my feet are killing me, those bounder were slaying on my pitiable little human foot. '' She said, trying to act nonchalant as she spoke.

'' Oh if only I had a son with big, strong work force to rub my substructure for me. '' She added, hiding a devilish grin behind her ledger. This caught Brody's attention like a whip being cracked in front line of his face.

'' I don't know about big, strong hired hand but I could give way you a massage. '' He replied, Janice's center skipped a round when she noticed the sudden scintillation in his eyes.

'' fountainhead then get over here, I haven't got all Nox. '' She said, acting free-and-easy as she hid her face behind her book. She started to get excited as she heard Brody shift his system of weights on the sofa and stand up, she hadn't thought far enough to locomote to another seat so he could sit next to her but that dilemma was solved pretty quickly when she felt his warm hired hand touching her stocking covered pegleg. She peered over the top of her book and saw her son kneeling at her fundament and caressing her legs. It almost felt malefactor how much of a thrill she got from having a man at her groundwork cook to worship them. Brody sat back on his haunches, brought her one foot to rest in his lap and held the other one with a firm but conciliate grip. Once again Janice nearly melted when he began gently pressing his pollex into the soft sole of her foot, paying measured attention to her toes and then running his thumb in circuit up and down the sole of her ft. She had never received this kind of aid from a man before as most men were intimated by her looking and position, nevertheless she had to admit she was loving every min of it. Brody placed her pes in his lap and swapped it with the other one, giving it the same relaxing and sensual treatment.

'' I can tell you now, those paw are definitely big and hard. '' She said in a low voice, almost a whisper, as she rearranged her seating position. Brody was completely magnetize. Her substructure were pocket-sized and perfectly shaped just like the rest of her organic structure. He had never paid attention to or even noticed a woman's metrical unit before today and he was completely bowled over. They were a body of work of art in his eyes and his mind analyzed and memorized the looking, feeling, olfactory property and sense experience of touching them. The more he held them in his manpower and rubbed them, the more his mentality was flooded with internal secretion to the full point where he was losing the power to mold any intellectual thought as well as self-control. He could faintly smell the perfume coming from her ft which soaked his head in the same personal manner as it did earlier that day. He moved closed took a good whiff and let out a low moan.

'' Something amiss ? '' Janice asked casually.

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

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

'' Oh no they smell thoroughgoing. I could inspire 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 understructure another rub sometime. '' She said, still keeping her act up. Janice looked down and covered her backtalk when she noticed her nipples were so hard, they were visible through her bra and blouse.

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

'' Is that so ? Well you are the masseur, take them off ! '' She replied, her face still veil behind her Christian Bible. It took Brody less than a second to realize what he needed to do. He ran his work force up her legs slowly, savoring the sensation of his hands rubbing against her stocking covered stage, the texture of the nylon stuff against her warm skin set his psyche on firing. His work force approached her thighs and he paused for a moment. Without saying a word, Janice lifted her thigh, giving her approval for him to continue. As he continued, the back of his hands pushed her skirt up toward her amphetamine second joint as he tucked his fingers into her stocking tops. He slowly began pulling them toward him all the way down her leg. Janice stretched her leg out until her infantry was in midair next to his head. The smell was enticing him more as the stocking reached her ankle and came off her foot with almost no drive at all. Her goody toes were pointed forward and had bright red nail culture. He could see them through the sheer stockings earlier but only now could he get a proper grasp of how gorgeous her feet actually were. For a cleaning woman of 47, she had incredibly flabby and vernal skin with very minor telltale wrinkles in a few places. Having his female parent's raw foot so close to his face gave him a right puff of air of the odour coming off her foot. All the scent 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 twitch in his trouser. Janice rested her foot on his berm lightly.

'' And now the former one Mr. '' She said casually. Brody repeated the process with the former animal foot. She felt her crotch heat energy 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 snatch. When he had finally slipped the second stocking off her human foot, he held it gently and began massaging her warm, soft foot. For the first sentence his pelt made broad on physical contact with hers and it was marvelous. Being such a warm eventide, her feet had a slight celluloid of sweat covering which acted as a slim down layer of lubrication, allowing his fingers to glide easily over the service of her cutis. Brody was nearing the period of no tax return in terms of reason, rationality and self-control. When he was done massaging her pes, without giving it any thought he gave the top of her toes a light kiss before letting her groundwork rest on his shoulder joint and setting his sight on her other now naked foot. Janice flinched and her tenderness skipped a beat when she felt his lips disturb her toes. He began attentively massaging her other metrical unit while admiring how aesthetically pleasing her foot were to him.

'' Ok I'm done. '' He said, sounding quite well-chosen with the clip he had just spent touching his mother's feet.

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

'' Is that it ? Judging from the bulge in your pants I was under the depression you liked my human foot a little to a greater extent than that. '' She said, grinning brightly behind her book of account. She was shocked when she felt a warm, moist champion surround her toes. She immediately dropped her book of account to see her son with his middle closed, her toes in his mouth and a pure look of ecstasy on his face. Brody opened his centre and noticed his mother was now staring at him with wide optic. He looked her dead in the eye as he removed her toes from his lip and proceeded to slowly slue his tongue between her toes. As if it were a natural reflex, she spread her toes to collapse his tongue better accession as it slid between each and every one of her delicate toes. Janice watched in amazement as he son wantonly worshiped her substructure causing her to notice the sensation of his tongue between her toes made her pussy notably wet. The presence of her panty was soaked with her motherly kitty fluids. Janice bit her lip as she watched Brody's tongue run from the cad of her foundation right up to her toes and back down again, stopping to spin his tongue around the cad of her foot as if he were French kissing it. He let go of her foot and hurried to grab the other one and began the same routine. The taste of his mother's infantry blew his mind and made his cock leak precum like a faucet. Brody looked down between his mother's thighs and noticed there was a rather large dark spot on her panty which indicated she was enjoying the tongue massage he was given her feet. While he slid his tongue between her toes, Janice positioned her other foot behind his heading simply to ensure he doesn't disengage or stop what he was doing, instead she found herself pulling his promontory in with her foot and practically stuffing her toes into his hungry back talk. 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 grow large by the second. Janice's mind was now flooded with internal secretion. She didn't care that the person in front of her was her son, she wasn't thought process as a mother, she was thinking as a cleaning lady. A woman who's pussy felt like a pool of molten lava which burned, ached and itched to be abused by a rock severely cock. In a quick apparent motion she snatched her foot out of her son's lip and as her toes left they were followed by a glistening train of his saliva. She positioned her pes behind his heading in the Same posture as the early one. She looked her confused son in the eyes as she spoke.

'' I'm so deplorable for this Brody. '' She said as she suddenly and forcefully pulled his head teacher in with her feet, causing his face to dash against her panty covered pussy. Brody tried to breathe and view his equalizer but his female parent had mightily legs a full physical exercise regime with helped her keep his grimace firmly buried in her crotch. As he continuously tried to take a breather his mouth kept opening and conclusion, causing him to unintentionally pick on his mother's cunt through her silk panties.

'' Oh Brody. '' She said in a high rake vocalisation as she held his head with one script and with the former squeezed her tits through her wearing apparel as she felt a farsighted awaited and long overdue sexual climax hit her like a freight string at full speed. Her mouth fell open air in a silent scream as her body violently shook down to its core. She held her son in piazza as her pussy gushed fluids which soaked through her pantie and onto her his cheek. After what seemed like years, her orgasm started to let go of her as she was able to breathe again and her muscles began to slack. Soon she came back to reality and realized what had just happened. She had literally force-fucked her own son's cheek and to add to it, came all over and in his mouth. She began to feel guiltiness hold a hold of her.

'' Brody ! Oh my gosh I'm so good-for-nothing, I never meant to do that. '' She said as she quickly released him from her sex 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 stairs leaving him on his knees confused and in a stupor. She barely made it to her elbow room as her stage were still weak and recovering from her orgasm.

'' That was amazing ! '' Brody said to himself as he licked his lips and swallowed as a lot of her cum as he could. It was odoriferous and little tangy at the like clock time and he knew in that very import he need more, so much more. That night Janice lay awake in bed trying to deal with the regret and guiltiness she was fighting as she had just used her son's face as a piece of ass toy. Brody on the other hand went to bed with a gleaming of happiness and pleasure. He wanted to revere his mother, he wanted to be used solely for her delight and Sir Thomas More than anything, he wanted to be her fuck toy.

The next day Brody woke up and in an jiffy his computer memory of the previous night flooded his brain. He smiled brightly at the thought of what had happened. He got up and got dressed for school in his usual ‘ it's Friday'cheerful liveliness. He walked out of his room and down the stairs hoping to find his goddess waiting to make him clean her shoes or bat her pussy before he goes to schooltime. All sorts of exciting things went through his mind until he reached the foot of the stairs and found his dad in his usual couch spud position.

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

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

'' She is still in bed. She said she wasn't touch sensation well so she called in sick. '' His Father-God 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 windowpane and noticed the school bus had just arrived. He knew he had to go as he would never find out the end of it for skipping school. Brody spent the entire day replying last night's events in his head and analyzing each detail, trying to figure what he had done wrong to make his female parent avoid him. The day felt like it dragged on and took forever to end. When the final buzzer rang he didn't speak to anyone, instead he headed straight home. He came through the front doorway trying to act casual but in realness he was frantically looking for his female parent. He checked in the kitchen, then the bathroom and sleeping room but couldn't find her anywhere. The last place he rushed to was the basement where he found her on a yoga mat doing some stretches.

'' Mom ! I've so upset about you ! '' He said as he sat down on the staircase as if he had just run a endurance contest. 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 try the urgency and sorrow in his voice which stung her like a bee but she didn't show an emotion.

'' What WE did survive night was wrongly on so many degree and should never have happened. We were both vulnerable and took vantage of each other. '' She said in a cold voice as she finished her exercise and stood up straight. Brody's center travelled over every inch of her body, she wore an orange athletics waistcoat and black yoga knickers which clung to her soundbox like a s pelt. She had become accustom to dressing like this in an endeavour to get attention from her husband but eventually it became a habit as it made her finger feminine. Brody's middle were now fixed on her ass which seemed to bug out from her wide hips 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 favors of a intimate nature. '' She responded. The guilt of the spot was eating her alive and she didn't know how to come up salvation for her incestuous actions.

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

'' I know I want you ! I want to be your sex slave, I want to hero-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 head as she started pacing up and down the room.

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

'' I don't care ! I want to your turn matter. I want to be your know 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 oral cavity was completely different.

'' What if somebody finds out, I could get arrested you know. '' She said to him but seemingly she was having the disputation with herself which didn't seem to be going in her party favour because half of her knew she should say no and the other half was attentively listening to this lump of a Danton True Young man offer to be her sex slave.

'' I would never betray you like that ! I would retain my mouth shut because it's my pick as well you know. '' Brody said as he stood up and walked toward her. The exertion beads dripping down her neck and onto her magnanimous breasts looked enticing and delicious. He swallowed as he continued speaking, circling her like a predator.

'' I would be a very goodness boy I promise. It would be our petty hidden and you could emboss me around and make me do all sorts of things for you. '' He spoke like a salesman trying to sweeten the slew. His tone of vocalization had changed from a pleading boy to a charming devil trying to get somebody to waive their soul.

'' Oh, I don't know Brody. What if I lose ascendence like I did finally 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 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 break one's back ? Mom you look wear upon, 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 face 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 case 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 leg behind her knees. Her feet were now suspending in midair as her total body weight unit was resting on his face and neck. She tried her last attempt to save what was left of her self-worth by trying to free herself from her son's bag but he was a lot impregnable than he looked. Suddenly she felt a hot gush of moist air engulf her pussy and dickhead as her son exhaled slowly.

'This is so ill-timed. My own son is literally breathing in my sweating pussy and asshole .'She thought to herself as she felt him inhale sharply and then slowly let out another warmly breath. Her thoughts echoed through her head as she thought about the spot she was in. Here she was in her basement, suspended in mid-air being supported only by her son's head and neck as he inhaled her pussy. She couldn't believe how turned on she was as she now realized what she thought was sweat between her second joint was actually her purulent juice soaking her pantie again. This was the minute time her son had made her practically dripping wet and she hated the fact that she wanted more of it. She felt him nestle his font deeper into her crotch as if he were trying to re-enter his berth of parentage in the exact Lapp manner he had come out : head first. She thought about that for a second and felt her clit violently throb against his chin. Brody on the other manus was completely oblivious to the humans around him. His solitary focus was the pussy and ass planted firmly on his face. The smelling of her sweat covered genitals was intoxicating him in fashion he had never felt before. The spirit of her flaccid peel through her mean yoga bloomers felt wonderful in a way his mind had only now managed to dig. He was hooked !

Janice felt her forbiddance slowly fade away as she began to very slowly and gently rock her coxa back and forth. She did this with caution as she realized his promontory and hands under her second joint were the only affair supporting her. She concentrated as she felt her clit grind against his Chin every time she moved. She moaned very softly as she focused her movements, making them short outburst in an attempt to continue her clit on his chin. Her movement causes her ass cheeks to overspread a fiddling and as a result Brody's nose was pressed firmly against her asshole, so close that the merely matter separating them was the material of her yoga pants. Brody inhaled deeply and the aroma of her sweat covered asshole nearly made his brain explode. He tried his serious not to throw her on the story, tear her drawers spread out and lick the gloss off her defenseless asshole. Just the thought of it made more bloodline spate through his dick and as it got harder he felt it painfully tense up against his pants.

'' Hey, when is dinner going to be ready ? '' They heard privy outcry from upstairs. Janice felt infuriated and frustrated as she was now extremely stirred and was once again being interrupted from her delight in the same way he always did when she tried too fuck off. She reached out and grabbed Brody's shoulder joint on either side of her hips and began making very short-circuit push forcing her clit on his chin. Brody's struggled to adjust to her sudden movements and as a result his breathing increased rapidly as he used outstanding quantity of military strength to hold on her steady. His overweight external respiration made Janice feel like her genital organ 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 much for her to handle.

'' I'm coming dammit ! '' She shouted out. Her husband thought it a round-eyed agitated response but in reality, she was once again bathing their son's face in her motherly orgasmic fluids. She squealed and held her intimation in an attempt to not make any noise as her physical structure tensed up from her violent orgasm. Brody felt her pussy convulse on is verbalize and felt her son of a bitch pucker and release several times on his nose as if she were giving him gobs of odorous fiddling maternally buss on his nose, except these kisses with were being done with her asshole. He loved the view of it. After she managed to profit control of her lungs and other bodily functions she struggled and finally managed to get on her feet.

'' That's the back time I've come on your face. I must be the worst female parent in all of chronicle. '' She said as she hurriedly gathered her towel and water 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 make her urges taken attention of whenever she wants. '' Brody said as he once again licked her cum off his lip and from around his mouth.

'' My gosh you taste delicious ! '' He added as he savored the predilection 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 throw away the axe and fill her in on the vengeful scheme he had cooked up to black mail her into getting money and all sorts of former things.

'' It's quite unsubdivided really. You are my female parent and despite your bitchy attitude these past twain of geezerhood, I still have rich warmheartedness for you. But to add to that, you are a very attractive charwoman who has pauperization that are not being met and I am more than willing to be your sex slave. I don't see how either of us loses. '' He said calmly, methodically stating his type as if he had thought this through very thoroughly. Janice didn't say a word. She just looked at him with a disgusting smell on her aspect and turned to take the air up the step. Brody got up off his knees and straightened himself out. Although she had just given him a smell of disgust, his resolve was even hard now after having her use his nerve as a barstool. The taste of her sweating snatch was still on his lingua and the scent of her sweaty asshole lingered on his olfactory organ, giving him a reminder of his ultimate finish.

'' I have to slip my tongue into her naked pussy so I can get a veridical taste. '' He said to himself, stiffening his firmness of purpose to tongue-fuck his female parent into another orgasm.
Janice walked through the living way and into the kitchen when she heard her husband make a comment.

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

'' It was a good work out. The professorship I was sitting on made me very….wet. '' She said while she continued to take the air into the kitchen. For some rationality she smiled at her play on word. She felt guilt over using her boy face as a ‘ exercising'bench but it paled in equivalence to the lovesome glow she was feeling from a squirting orgasm.
To be continued… .