Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut - Sex Stories

Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut

... computer away after erasing today's browsing history, and headed out to work. Staying in my business attire, I made supper and noticed Michael taking glances at my legs all evening. Once the dishes were done, I asked, "Michael, can you do me a big favor?" "Anything, Mom," he replied like the sweetheart he was. "Will you give Mommy a foot massage?" I asked with a warm smile, again using 'Mommy' instead of 'Mom', which I noticed was the word most used in stories of incest submission. Michael's face instantly went red and he stammered, "S-s-sure, Mom." I grabbed his hands, entwining them together like a couple would do, and led him to the couch. I gently pushed him to the couch, sat on the other end and flipped my silk stocking-clad legs and feet onto his lap. I could read his nervousness written all over his face as he just froze. I lifted my left stockinged foot and tapped his nose playfully. "My feet won't get massaged by themselves, honey." His face ruby red, he stuttered yet again, "S-s-sorry Mom." He nervously grabbed my left foot and began to tenderly massage my foot. In seconds, I felt his member grow underneath my right leg. I couldn't resist smiling knowing what I was doing to my son. I opened my legs slightly, not enough to be slutty and let him see my panties, but enough to get a glimpse of my stocking tops. We were silent for a few minutes as I watched him, amused at his concentration, massaging my feet. Finally, I asked, "Could you do my other foot now, ...

... sweetheart?" "Sure, Mom," he replied, switching feet and not stammering this time, clearly enjoying the task. I started the conversation. "So do you have a girlfriend yet, Michael?" Instantly he was sheepish. "No." "Why not?" I asked, "You are a great catch." "Girls in high school don't think that," he sighed, continuing to massage my right stocking-clad foot. "You are smart, sweet and very handsome," I complimented, slyly. "You have to say that, you are my Mom," he pointed out, not taking my sincere compliment. "Don't you do that," I said, scolding him. "Do what?" he asked, startled by my sudden change in tone. "Put yourself down," I said, moving my foot away and leaning into him for a hug, my hand accidentally landing directly on his stiff cock. My son's eyes went wide, but I didn't move my hand as I leaned in and whispered, slightly seductively, "You look just like your father and he was the sexiest man I ever met. You have the same eyes, the same smile and," I gave a gentle squeeze to his fully erect cock, "apparently you inherited something else from your dad." Before he could respond, I kissed him on the lips quickly and stood up. Brushing my skirt back down, I said, "Thanks honey, your hands felt amazing on my aching soles, but now I am going for a shower." I started to walk away before pausing, turning around and pointing to his crotch, "you probably should look after that. I think it is about to burst." My son stared at me in stunned silence as I left him high and hard. For the ...