Foothold

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This is a work of fiction, and all names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No characters are under the age of 18.

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Foothold,

One evening before calling it a night, I was lounging on the couch, having a few cocktails, watching TV as my son Danny sat on the floor in front of me playing with his handheld video game.

I had my foot on his back and was gently rubbing without giving it much thought.

Finishing my cocktail, I said, “Hey, baby. Get mama another drink. You know how I like it.”

Ignoring me, he continued to play his game.

Tickling his underarm with my big toe, I said, “C’mon now! Do as you’re told!” I then gave him a little shove with my foot.

“Yeah, okay! I will in a minute,” he said, not putting down his game.

Sticking my big toe into his armpit, I annoyingly wriggled it, “You can pause your game. Go on now! Get mama her drink.”

Realizing that I wasn’t going to stop pestering him until he got me my drink, Danny muttered something under his breath, set down his game, jumped up, and turned towards the kitchen.

Just before he could hastily breeze by, I saw something curious out of the corner of my eye.

“Hold on, come here. I want to take a look at you!” I said, grabbing him by the arm before he could get away.

“Don’t you want your drink?” he said impatiently trying to pull away without turning towards me.

“The drink can wait! Come here!” I said pulling him in front of me. “Turn towards me and let me get a look at you!”

Surrendering, he stood in front of me looking down at the floor embarrassed.

“What’s this?!” I said staring at the surprisingly huge rise in the front of my son’s boxers.

“I don’t know.” He said dejectedly.

“You don’t know what it is?” I said with concern. As a single mother, I’d neglected a few difficult discussions. I truly didn’t even think he was old enough.

“I know what ‘IT’ is!” he said defensively. “I just don’t know…” He shrugged without finishing.

After staring at the stiff bulge in my son’s boxers for a moment, watching it twitch, I asked, “What brought this on? Was it something in your video game?” I asked accusingly.

“No! That’s stupid!” He said like I was an idiot.

His eyes then flashed over my erect nipples poking up visible through the thin tee-shirt I was wearing, and at my exposed legs.

“Oh… I see.” I said with a knowing smile. “You’re growing up so fast.”

We were both ready for bed. Which meant that he was simply wearing a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt, and I had on only a tee-shirt and a pair of panties.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s perfectly natural,” I said unable to stop staring at my son’s hard twitching cock. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“It’s okay,” he said, his eyes again stealing glances at my tits and panties.

“Yes! It’s very much okay!” I said smirking at his boner. “Now, go get me that drink!”

I’d already had a few, and as I watched my son hurry off with a hard-on to fix me another cocktail, I was pretty drunk, and not to mention, surprisingly aroused by the unexpected sight of my son’s hard cock. I had planned on going to bed soon and fingering myself to sleep, but after seeing Danny’s hard-on and the way he looked at me, I decided to stay up a little longer just to amuse myself. So while Danny was busy in the kitchen, clanking ice-cubes into a glass and pouring tequila, I squeezed and massage my hot wet pussy and tweaked my already huge erect nipples.

When Danny returned with my drink, his cock was still standing tall, bobbing as he walked. Handing me the drink, he tried his best to block my view of his embarrassing hard-on by turning to the side but only succeeded in giving me a nice side view of the rise standing up straight and stiff in his boxers.

“Thank you, honey,” I said taking the drink, finding it difficult not to look at his cock. “Do you want to go back to playing your game?”

“Okay.” He said, again unable to resist looking me over one more time before taking his seat.

I had devilishly made sure that my horny son would have something to look at. My nipples were extra perky after I’d pulled on them, and I’d made sure to have my legs spread just enough to give him a good look at my sexy panties.

Managing to tear his eyes away, Danny returned to his spot on the floor sitting cross-legged in front of me. And as he fired up his game, I returned to rubbing his back with my feet. I had an idea of what had gotten him so hard.

“Thank you for the drink, baby.