1. Mom helps out


    Date: 12/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Boy, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, First Time, Foot or shoe fetish, Incest, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Young, Author: Ren Dhark, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    having naughty thoughts about Timmy. There it is again - as soon as I thought "hard" the image of his beautiful penis popped into my mind. And then I imagine touching it - stroking it - licking it - STOPIT! It's clear to me, that Timmy's hormones are raging. The poor boy must be desperate for relief. I know how it feels when Peter is finished too quickly, leaving me frustrated. Timmy is going through that all day - every day. Maybe I can help him - without crossing the line? And today, I could not think of any reason not to. Peter would be out all day. Timmy was watching TV. And I would most likely sit with him, and leaf through some magazines. Where is the harm in trying to make the day a little bit more entertaining for both of us? I slipped into a clean pair of panties. (Non see-through, of course - I'm not a pervert, after all.) Pulled on a black pair of stay-ups. Chose a tight, black skirt, and then agonised over which top to wear. What the heck, I thought, he sees more than this on TV; and chose a white top, which was see-through enough to show my areolas. A bit of make-up and - before I could change my mind - I clattered downstairs. Timmy looked up, when I came around the corner, flushed, and tried to look everywhere but at me. I sat on the sofa, and was about to lose my nerve, when - out of the corner of my eye - I saw him trying to hide the bulge in his pants. "You don't mind if I stretch out, do you? My legs are a bit sore." With that, I unceremoniously dropped my ...
    legs in his lap and closed my eyes. My heart was pounding - my mouth was dry - and my nipples were uncomfortably hard. But I gradually calmed down by telling myself that it was all completely innocent. I could get up at any time and walk away as if nothing had happened. Which it hadn't. Once I was relaxed enough, I opened my eyes and became aware of my situation. Timmy was sitting ram-rod straight, with his hands next to him on the sofa. My calves were in his lap, and I could clearly feel his hard-on. When I lay down, my skirt had hitched up to the top of my stockings. I knew he would have a clear view of my panties, if he dared to look. But the poor boy seemed petrified.......... "Timmy? I don't suppose you could do your old mom a little favour?" *mumble* "My feet are aching a bit, would you mind taking my shoes off, and giving them a little rub?" I couldn't believe my luck! Mom hadn't noticed my boner, and now I got to touch her feet! I hadn't dared move or look at her, since she sat down. I knew, I wouldn't be able to control my eager eyes. And so I kept staring at the TV. But now I had a hall-pass! I gingerly held mom's ankle while slipping off her shoe. Then I did the same with the other one, but I left my hand lightly resting on her ankle. With my left hand, I touched the sole of her foot and then softly began stroking it. Gaining confidence, I also stroked the top of her foot and massaged her toes.......... Well - I had asked for a foot-massage, but what I was getting ...