If I get enough interest, I’ll post part 2.
It was getting harder and harder for Steven to drag himself out of bed every morning. Especially now that he had turned eighteen, and his high school graduation, a foregone conclusion at the semester break, was just a few weeks away. There were only two things that motivated him at all anymore: laundry day and trash day.
On laundry day he got up early to slip all the panties and stockings and silky things he “borrowed” back into his mom’s dirty clothes hamper. His friends would always tell him how hot they thought his mom was. When he was younger, it kind of grossed him out, but as he got older, he had to admit that she was pretty sexy, for a mom. His mom was pretty cool, too. She wasn’t up tight and boring like other moms. She was thirty-eight years old, but she dressed like she was a teen-ager and got away with it. If she were just going to the store, she’d wear a tight, ribbed T that showed off her cleavage and her firm tummy; a pair of skin-tight Capri pants, and patent leather mules that showed off her amazing feet. She tanned twice a week, and her whole body was rich butterscotch, but the milky white soles of her feet were an exciting contrast. She loved to paint her toenails in the wild oranges and blues and metallic tones that all the girls in his class wore. She wore toe rings. And last year he came home from school one day and his mom had put her feet in his lap, showing off the brand new tattoo that encircled her right ankle. He disappointed her when he got up quickly and went to his room; his mom liked to shock people. He couldn’t tell her that her tanned, pedicured toes in his lap had given him a massive boner. He got out the pink, satin bikini panties he’d “borrowed” the night before and jacked off, thinking about how close her feet had been to his prick. He visualized her round, perfect heels and the wrinkle at her Achilles tendon that drove him crazy. He pictured her white arches and her tan toes with the silver toe ring and silver toe nail polish.
Steven’s dick throbbed as he lay in bed remembering. Then he remembered that today was trash day; he wouldn’t have time to jack off into the black silk stocking he’d found in his mom’s hamper last night. He’d have to hurry to make it in time. He ran to the bathroom and got ready for school.
When Steven’s mom heard the shower, she slid out of bed, threw a diaphanous robe around her voluptuous frame, and in a cloud of marabou tipped toed to her son’s room; her big, pink gumdrop nipples stiffening as the sheer silk rubbed across them. She went right to Steven’s secret spot. She smiled and shook her head indulgently at the shimmering black silk stocking that lay there like a treasure. He was always gentle with her things, never running the stockings or nylons, so she let him have his little fun. It was all part of growing up. She was sensitive to the extra confusion a boy his age must feel at having such a sexually desirable mother. She was glad that he didn’t seem to beat himself up with guilt at the secret lust she knew he felt for her. When she heard the shower snap off, she went to Steven’s dresser and took a key from his key chain. Then she pranced back to her room on the balls of her elegant feet and climbed back into her big bed, her fingers wandering aimlessly, one perfectly manicured set to her moist pussy, the other to her full breasts, and thought about this afternoon.
Steven hurried from the shower back to his room; he always tried to look his best on trash day. He put on his favorite shirt and a crisp pair of khakis, grabbed his books and his keys, and ran out the door just in time.
Ms. Suzanne stood at the top of her driveway, biting her full bottom lip and tapping the toe of a size five, navy blue, patent leather stiletto. The castanet-like clap of the pump on the driveway made his cock do the mambo. Her long legs were covered in the sheerest of nude hose. Her navy blue skirt hugged her hips and thighs and stopped a good four inches above her knees. Her white silk blouse strained against her breasts: perfectly hemispherical d-cups, implants courtesy of her ex-husband the plastic surgeon. Her perpetually stiff nipples poked through the silk, unencumbered by a bra. A navy blazer was tossed over her shoulder. “Ah was beginnin’ to think Ah’d have to lug these things to the corner mah self,” she pouted as Steven trotted over.
“Sorry I’m running late today, Ms. Suzanne,” said Steven as he grabbed the garbage cans and wheeled them to the end of the drive. He heard the click of Ms. Suzanne’s four inch stilettos follow him to the corner.
“Mmm, Mmm, Mmmm, Stevie, Ah just love watchin’ you walk away from me,” she purred behind him. Ms. Suzanne was the type of woman who made you feel like the most important man in her life; even if she was just buttering you up to keep you obedient and attentive. She was a southern belle for the modern age: grace, elegance, charm, and a filthy mouth. “Fuck, boy, you’re gonna make me walk around with a wet pussy all day long.”
Steven turned to face her, his cheeks red and his dick hard in anticipation of the biweekly thrill that was his due. Ms. Suzanne stood before him, her bright blue eyes peeking over her dark Channel sunglasses, her thick, black hair shining in the early sunlight. She reached out a long, white finger, running her French manicure down his chest, resting her finger tip on his belt buckle as she leaned up and forward and kissed him, partly on the cheek and partly on the corner of his mouth. “Thanks, Sugah.” She winked and turned on her heel, giggling wickedly. Steven stood trembling as he watched her ass sway back and forth to the time of her clicking stilettos. She got into her silver Jag and pulled out of the driveway. Steven ran to the bus stop, his swollen balls throbbing painfully against his thighs.
The boredom of another pointless school day was almost too much for Steven to take. He spent it uncomfortably at his desk, his hard cock pressed against the underside of the desk top, staring at his female classmates’ feet. The girls at school were okay; sometimes they would kick their dirty tennis shoes off and he’d get to see a pretty little foot in a frilly little ankle sock. Or they might slip out of their sandals and flex their pink little bare toes. But these girls weren’t powerful, thrilling women like his mom or Ms. Suzanne. He spent most of the day replaying that kiss and looking forward to spending some quality time alone in his room. If he were really lucky, his mom would be in the back yard, working on her tan, and he could tease his painfully hard cock with her fragrant, silky stocking while he watched his beautiful mom, her long, blonde hair tied back into a cute pony tail, rubbing sun tan lotion all over her curvaceous body.
When Steven was convinced that the day would never end, that he would die from a terminal case of blue balls, the final bell rang and Steven trudged to the school bus for the long ride home. He fantasized about the feeling of his hand in his mom’s stocking, sliding up and down the length of his stiff shaft until he came through the sheer silk. He was ready to burst when he got to the door and fished his keys out of his pocket. Fuck. He had managed to lose his house key. He tried the knob but knew it would be locked, it was one of those days. He walked around back, but his mom’s car was not in the garage. He was locked out. He walked back around to the front porch, and noticed Ms. Suzanne’s silver Jag in her driveway. Maybe Ms. Suzanne would let him call his mom, or even better, maybe she could find some chores for him to do until his mom got home.
When Ms. Suzanne answered the door she was out of breath. Her silk blouse was unbuttoned almost to her navel, her full cleavage on display and heaving. Her legs and feet were bare. Steven noticed that her toes matched her fingers. Her skin was shining as if she’d been working out. She reached out, grabbed Steven by the belt, and pulled him into her beautifully decorated house. “Locked out, Sugah?”
“Uh, yes, as a matter of fact,”
“Well, c’mon in, Hon.” Ms. Suzanne pulled him into the house by his belt, her fingers down the front of his pants. His cock head brushed her fingertips. Ms. Suzanne walked on the balls of her feet, her calves round and firm and glistening. Her scent was familiar. He’d never noticed that she and his mom wore the same perfume. If they did, it smelled different on her; muskier, less sweet.
“I, uh, was hoping I could use your phone. Get a hold of my mom. See if she could let me in,” stammered Steven as he was pulled past the telephone in the landing and up the staircase. Ms. Suzanne’s bare ass was just visible, her short skirt covering and uncovering each firm cheek like a magician flourishing a silk scarf.
“Sugah,” panted Ms. Suzanne. “I was thinkin’ you might keep me company until your momma gets home.”
He watched her bare ass and smooth, strong legs all the way up the stairs and into her cavernous bedroom. The room was modern and sparsely decorated. A Japanese lacquered screen stood in one corner. In the center of the room was a huge bed on a raised platform. Ms. Suzanne led him straight to the bed; he felt like a virgin being sacrificed to some beautiful but deadly goddess. Steven noticed the sexy blue pumps on the floor next to a pair of chunky, cork-heeled slides. They looked like a pair his mom owned; he was on intimate terms with his mother’s vast shoe collection.
Ms. Suzanne slid her hand out of Steven’s pants, stepped up onto the platform, turned to face Steven, looking down at him, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Honey,” she purred as she spread her legs showing Steven her cunt. It was smooth and glistening, the lips full and already slightly open like a morning flower in bloom. “Ah’d love you to put your face right here between mah little ol’ thighs.” She leaned back on her elbows, tossing her ebony hair, and put her size fives against his chest. “But first, Sugah, Ah’ve had such an awfully long day. Would y’all mind being a dear and rubbing mah tired tootsies?”
“Yes, ma’am. I—I mean no, ma’am. I—I”
Ms. Suzanne lifted one of her feet to Steven’s mouth and put all five toes in. “That’s mah boy.”
Steven sucked her toes like a hungry baby at his mother’s breast. Ms. Suzanne moaned as his tongue slithered in and out of the soft spaces between her round, plump toes. Ms. Suzanne slid her other foot down his chest and stomach; she pressed the balls of her foot against the lump in his pants, flexing her toes. Steven took each toe into his mouth, gently nibbling, then sucking. He massaged her high arch as he licked the smooth balls, then ran his tongue along the elegant hyperbola of her arch. All the while Ms. Suzanne was actually unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants with the toes of her other foot. His thick cock was tugged out of his pants by her strong toes. There was a strange echo in the room; Ms. Suzanne’s moans and gasps seemed to be coming from behind him. He tried to turn his head and Ms. Suzanne buried his face in her wet pussy.
Her pussy was shaved and swollen. He plunged his tongue deep into her slick cunt. She gasped as she wrapped her long, lean legs around his head. Steven ran his hands up the backs of her smooth thighs, over her firm ass cheeks.
“Oh, Honey, that’s so nice.” Ms. Suzanne was grinding her snatch in Steven’s face, her hands on the back of his head, pressing his mouth to her pink gash. “But ah need that cock, baby.” She pulled Steven off of his knees and onto the bed. She crawled backwards, her legs spread, her huge tits standing straight out from her chest. Her skirt was pulled up over her hips. Steven climbed onto the bed between her thighs, and teased her clit with the head of his penis, then slid it in. Her pussy grabbed his cock and pulsed; it felt like a hand in a warm, wet satin glove gently squeezing him. He took Ms. Suzanne’s ankles in his hands and put her legs in the air, her feet on his shoulders so he could slowly suck each toe as he fucked her amazing pussy. “Oh God, Honey, fuck me. That’s the way Ah need it. Fill mah pussy up, baby.” Steven couldn’t hold back any longer. He wanted it to go on forever, but his cock bucked and twitched and shot his load inside her.
To be continued…