1. Prom Night


    Date: 4/21/2017, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Author: LuvHosedToes, Rating: 77, Source: xHamster

    marry my mother in the Fall, you and I are going to have an understanding… like earlier, with the money.” “You want money?!?” This evening’s minor blackmail was one thing, but this was beginning to sound like outright extortion. “No, silly boy”, she giggled condescendingly, “at least, not just money. It might behoove you to keep a hundred in your pocket, in case I need something from time to time, but I’m not talking about money. What I’m talking about is much bigger… but I think in the end it will benefit you, too.” Over the course of this monologue, her foot has drifted north, to my calf, to the limit of what the cuff of my pajama bottoms would allow. Now, she took her foot out of the hem of my pants, and continued her foot’s slow ascent toward my crotch over my pajama bottoms. She cracked open her can of diet soda, and continued talking. “I’m discussing an agreement, between you and I, one that I think will be mutually beneficial. I will allow you to marry my mother, and in exchange, you will provide me with certain… shall we say ‘services’… when I ask them of you. “For example”, she continued, “the foot rub you gave me earlier was quite satisfactory. I get a foot rub, you get to touch my feet, and Mom gets a husband without having to put up with his sick fetish.” The sound of pseudo-disdain with which she spat the words ‘sick fetish’ only turned me on more, but I held off on answering as she continued the terms of her agreement. “Little things like that; things I need, ...
    things you want, things maybe you can’t get from Mom, things I can’t get from the little slug high school boys.” “Take off your pants”, she commanded, as an aside to the conversation. I obliged, lifting my butt from the couch and sliding my pajama bottoms to the floor. I was now naked from the waist down, and clothed only in a t-shirt. My cock bobbed a couple times before coming to rest, in full salute. She again placed her foot at my ankle. “Little slug high school boys…” her foot again inching up toward my now-exposed cock, “oh they’re good for some things. Like this one tonight… he was just fine for pounding my cunt… but ask one to go down… they look back at you as confused as they are in 6th period Calculus.” “You know how to go down, right?” As she posed the question, her foot stopped just mid thigh. “No, of course you do”, not waiting for an actual reply. As she continued, her foot returned to its path of exploration. “I’m sure you’re pretty good at it. I’ve felt what your tongue can do, even if it was only my toes.” “No, those little slugs are only good for fucking”, she continued her original thought. “They are good at fucking; probably better than you. And I like to get fucked. This one slug-boy fucked me for 45 minutes straight. Then I sent him into the other room for a soda, he came back, and he fucked me again. No, I can’t complain about high school boys and their ability to fuck, but sometimes I want something more… and that’s where you come in. Do you follow so ...
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