Billy was lying on his bed trying to process what had just happened. His mother had asked him to give her a foot rub, which surprised, and excited him, as she had never asked him to do that before. Even better, she had asked him to rub her feet, AFTER going to the gym, and getting her feet extra sweaty and smelly, He had fantasized about it so many times, that he felt he was having a daydream at first, and thought he had heard his mother wrong. But it wasn't a dream. She wanted him to rub her feet. Being able to touch her beautiful, soft, sexy feet for the first time, was almost more than he could handle. So many times had he stared at her feet and wished he could touch them, even if for but a moment. Do even hope to be able to kiss and lick them, seemed like a lost cause. This was his own mother. There was no reason she would ever have to allow him to do so. He thought he would only ever get to sniff and lick her filthy shoes. He enjoyed worshipping her foot smells, but he ached to be able to smell it straight from the source. To taste her sweat straight from her feet. To hold them to his face and breathe in her essence.
Today, that all changed. He got the opportunity he always thought impossible. She offered her feet up to him, to touch and to rub. As he had sat on the couch, taking off his mother's shoes for the first time, he thought that if it was indeed a dream, he never wanted to wake up. The fact that it was reality, and that the woman he found sexiest in the world, gave a part of her he had admired for years, to him, made him intent on making the most of his windfall. As he rubbed her feet, he admired how well she took care of them. How each nail was trimmed just right. How soft they felt in his hand. And most importantly, how gloriously wonderful the smelled. She never wore nail polish, and she didn't need to. They were absolutely perfect in every way.
Staring at, and touching, his obsession, made Billy's animal instincts come out. He became animalistic. He had seen, and smelled his prey, and it was time to take what he wanted. He wasn't able to hold back and he wrapped his mouth around his mother's foot, hungrily trying to lick up as much of her sweat as he could. It was nectar to him, and he could never get enough. He didn't stop until both feet had received a post-workout tongue bath. He was in ecstasy, and never wanted it to end. But he had snapped out of his animal state and looked at his mother's face. He had forced himself on her. Her feet anyway. And he felt like the worst son. His mother had asked him for a foot rub for her sore feet, and he had taken advantage of her.
His first instinct was to apologize to her and run up to his room. To bury his head in his pillow. But she had stopped him. She wasn't going to let him go. He was scared she might kick him of for being a pervert son, lusting after his own mother. But she didn't. What she did made him feel 10 times worse. She pointed out that he had an erection from what had happened. He had lusted after his mother for years in secret, but now she must know, and she would call him a sicko, and never want to see him again. Once more his prediction was wrong. What his mother did was acknowledge it, and treat it simply as a problem he needed help with, and she was more than willing to help. She made him sit there as she gave him his ultimate fantasy. She had given him a foot-job, and it felt better than he thought it could be possible. Seeing, and feeling her amazing feet slide up and down over every veiny inch of his cock sent him straight to heaven. But then she had spoken like he never imagined she would. She had asked him to cum for her. To let her see his "Beautiful, thick, creamy little boy cum". That's the kind of thing he expected to hear in the incest porn's he would watch regularly, but not coming out of his mother's mouth. It almost seemed like she was enjoying it.
That couldn't be the truth though. His mother was doing that to help him cum quicker, he told himself. She just wanted to help him get rid of his hard-on so he wouldn't hurt himself. He made up his mind that had to be it. That didn't change the fact that it was the greatest experience he ever had in his life. He knew it would never happen again, but he would always have the memory of his amazing time with his mother.
Billy laid in bed for a couple hours, unable to think of anything else but his mother giving him a foot-job, and him cumming on her feet. He heard on knock on his door, and his mother said;
"Billy, I'm going to the grocery store, do you need anything?"
"No mom. I mean no mommy"
"OK, I'll be back in about an hour. You OK in there?"
"Fine mommy. Just Resting."
Billy waited to hear his mother's car pull out of the drive way, and he sprung to his feet. He had about an hour to himself, and he had to make the most of it. Billy had a routine of regularly sneaking into his mom's hamper when she stepped out, and grabbing her soiled panties. The dirtier the better. He had been doing this for 5 years now, and she had never caught him.
Billy walked out of his room, and made his way to his mother's bedroom door that she always kept closed. As he was about to turn the knob, he noticed one pair of her panties was laying right in front of her door.
"She must of been bringing the washed laundry up to her room and dropped this pair, and not noticed," he thought to himself.
He picked it up and he could still feel some moistness in it. He took a quick sniff and he immediately recognized the strong, and magnificent smell of his mommy's pussy. From the first moment he had smelled it at a much younger age, he had become addicted to it. He became a hound for putting his mother's unwashed underwear on his face and filling his nostrils with her most intimate of gifts. He could also tell when her panties had ridden up too. Those were bonus days for him. Today was no exception.
Billy turned the panties inside out and he could tell by the stains that she had dribbled a little piss. He could also tell that a part of her panties had been wedged up so far that it had touched her asshole. She hadn't showered for a day, and worked out wearing these. This only made him harder than he already was. He was really going to enjoy these. For a moment he fantasized that she had purposely left them there, but of course that was crazy.
Billy went back to his room and took his shorts off. He immediately started stroking his cock with his right hand, while with his left he held the inside of his mothers soiled panties to his face as he licked every inch of the inside. He left no stain untouched by his tongue. For many years he had dreamed of bending his mother over and licking both her pussy and her asshole. Many of these times he did it with her smelly panties on his face. He would give anything to have her sit on his face and let him dine on her. But he knew he had to face the fact that it would remain just a fantasy forever. The realization killed Billy's mood. He decided to not cum, and just drop his mother's panties where he found them.
At the grocery store, Peggy had gotten all the food and toiletries she needed. She was walking down an aisle that had condoms. She had always hated the feeling when guys wore them with her, but she knew it was the smart thing to do. She giggled as she saw the magnums, and thought that Billy would need the largest ones they had. Thinking of her son's young, long, thick cock made her feel she was going to drench the floor and they would have to do a clean up on the aisle.
"I would never use a condom with Billy. I would want to feel every inch of his veiny cock in my pus..."
Peggy stopped herself. She could believe she was having fantasies of her son fucking her pussy. Giving him a foot-job was really far already, and she had thought about doing other things with him, but letting him fuck her was a whole other level. Peggy grabbed one item from the aisle and made her way to check out.
Peggy got home and started making dinner. Billy's favorite was spaghetti and meatballs, and she wanted to make something special for tonight. She busily moved around the kitchen, while Billy remained in his room. She hadn't seen him since the earlier day's fun.
Peggy yelled up the stairs,
"Billy! Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes. It's your favorite; spaghetti and meatballs".
Billy jumped out of bed and was excited.
"Thanks mom! I'll be down in a few minutes."
Billy sat back down at his computer and watched a couple more minutes of the porn he was watching. It was billed as "Real mother's and son's fucking." The scene he was watching had a mother come in to interrupt her son studying at the desk in his room, taking off her clothes, tossing his book aside, and then straddling him on his chair. Wasn't much plot or build up, but it did the job. Billy got to see really young looking guys fucking older women, and picture himself doing those things with his own mother. Billy turned off his computer and waited a few more minutes for his hard-on to go away.
Peggy started to call out to Billy.
