Growing up with mom 2

It felt strange doing this with my mother. From the time we woke up until we sat down in the evening for her foot rub/suck, we were just like any other mother and son. It was when we got on that couch that we became something different. Something more. She’d started moaning alot while I rubbed her feet, and especially when I sucked on her toes. We stopped bothering to turn on the tv since neither one of us really paid any attention to it. I tried pulling my cock out one night, so I could jerk it while I sucked her toes, but she stopped me and told me not to. It was like she’d set limits to what we could and couldn’t do, but it wasn’t enough for me. Seeing her pussy glisten every damn night, I couldn’t take much more and I decided to do something about it.
Once I’d reached my decision, I had to wait a few nights to make my move. I continued to masturbate with her nightly, enjoying it immensely, I continued to eat my cum afterwards, just like she did, and thoughts of what I was planning never failed to keep me hard after I’d cum, and we’d end up doing it again. It was the last time she used a dildo that had given me the idea of what to do, watching her, in the throes of passion, how she’d throw her head back as she moaned loudly. I would’ve done it the next night, but she used her fingers for the following four nights.

Finally, my moment arrived. I’d sucked and sucked on her toes. My mouth already familiar with the feel of her toes, but I was no less aroused by the familiarity. She’d taken to wearing socks constantly for two reasons 1. it kept the soles of her feet softer, since they weren’t rubbing on the floor constantly and 2. it made her feet sweat a little more, giving me more to taste when I took them into my mouth. I didn’t say anything, since it was for my benefit that she was doing it, but I have to admit, she looked kind of silly in the mornings, wearing a sexy silky robe with socks. I also missed being able to admire those sexy feet whenever I wanted to, but I knew the benefit of having her wear those socks all day, how much tastier her feet would be at night, how much more intoxicating her scent would be. I’d drunk in the scent while I sucked and sucked on her toes, then finally released her toes from my mouth. She let out a contented sigh and asked me if I was ready to go to bed, as she looked at the tent in my shorts. I smiled and told her that I was, and went to my bedroom. I was already naked as she crawled into her bed, my cock standing at attention. She watched me while she undressed, and I started caressing my cock. She got into her bed while she watched me stroking myself across the hall, then she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a dildo. I almost leapt out of bed, I was so happy. I moved myself closer to the edge of my bed, and watched her take half the dildo into her mouth. She slowly pulled it out, then started to rub the head of it on her already glistening pussy lips. She then took it back to her mouth, and slowly, sensuously licked her pussy juices from the head. Then she started to push it into her mouth, past her lips, past her teeth. She kept pushing it until only the balls of the dildo weren’t inside her and held it there. I could see her throat muscles working around the dildo and briefly wondered if I’d be able to do what I had planned. My thoughts evaporated when she started to slowly pull the dildo out of her mouth. She held it in front of her face and I could see a line of saliva still connecting the head to her lips, I had to fight to keep from cumming at the sight. She started to pinch her nipple with one hand, making it nice and hard, the areola wrinkling up around her hardened nub. She then used the head of the dildo to stimulate the nipple, using it as she often used her finger. Making smaller and smaller circles around her nipples, then rubbing it back and forth across it. With her other hand, she reached down and slid two fingers inside herself, then slathered the other nipple with her pussy juices. She started to move her nipple toward her mouth when she glanced at me, and she froze. My cock was harder than it had ever been. Half of me was watching the show she was putting on for me, the other half was anticipating my plan. She stared hungrily at my veiny cock, hard as steel, pulsating in my hands, and she dropped her breast, the pussy juice smeared on her nipple forgotten, but not by me. She took the dildo into her mouth one more time, to make sure it was wet, it was unnecessary, then she started to slide the dildo into her pussy. She worked it into her pussy just as she had into her mouth, until only the balls were hanging out, then she started to thrust into herself. She pulled it almost all the way out, until only the head of the big rubber cock was inside her, then she slammed into herself. She watched me while I stroked, faster and faster, urged on by the way she almost impatiently fucked herself. Her eyes were full of lust, frozen on my cock. Watching her work the dildo faster and faster, I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain myself much longer. My moans got louder, so did her’s. I let out a loud grunt as I started to cum. I came so hard I saw it shoot past my head and hit the headstand. Any other night, I would’ve been amazed by it, and would’ve gotten on my knees and licked it off the headstand, put on my own show for my mom. She started to cum, and threw her head back, I jumped out of my bed. I crossed the hallway, and into her bedroom. She was really wailing, her whole body was tensed up in orgasm. I glanced at her curled toes, then kneeled at the side of her bed. I leaned over her and placed my mouth on her cum smeared nipple. She grabbed my head with one arm, pulling it to her breasts, holding me tight. I sucked on her nipple, tasting the pussy juice she’d placed there earlier, the juice my rock hard cock had made her forget.