The tension was mounting. I had suddenly lost my appetite and sat there. Defeated, cock hard as hell, and not saying a word. My mom's foot was carressing gently up and down my leg, a lot closer to my knee now. She just sat there and smiled the whole time. She seemed to be enjoying the effect she was having on me. My breathing was speeding up and getting heavier. I was so fucking horny, I don't think it's ever been worse. Then, finally, the question that I knew was coming.
"What were you doing in my closet today?" She asked in the sweetest and most seductive voice you could ever imagine. Her foot moved further up and almost into my lap. I fidgeted a bit and tried to come up with some kind of answer.
"Uh..." was all I could come up with. She just smiled and continued sipping her wine. She hadn't even touched her food.
"Well, I think we need to have a little discussion. Don't you think so?" She smiled.
"Yeah. Sure, I guess." I slumped in my chair a bit. Her foot, as if rewarding me for complying so easily, made its way up to my cock and she gave a few, long, slow strokes. I tried not to look arroused in the slightest way but couldn't help from biting my lip as my face turned red. She noticed, and soon her foot was back in my lap, rubbing along my thigh.
"The dinner table isn't the place for this kind of a talk. Clean up the dishes and then we'll go to my room."
I nodded and began clearing the dishes, trying to hide my fully erect cock in my sweatpants. This wasn't working. It was painfully obvious how hard I was, and my mom's eyes snapped directly to the tent in my pants for a brief second, and then she was looking at me again, smiling. I cleaned up all the dishes which took all of ten minutes, and was still just as hard as when I started. My mom was waiting by the door to her room. She hadn't changed or anything. She was just standing in the hallway, looking very pleased with herself.
I started walking down the hallway and she turned around slowly and lead me into her room. She guided me over to the closet. She stood to the side and that signaled to me that I was to go into the closet. I walked in slowly. The closet was a walk in closet that was about 8 feet deep and 5 feet wide. Not the largest closet, but big enough for both of us to fit quite comfortably. There was actually quite a bit of extra room. My mom walked in behind me and shut the door.
She stood there staring at me with her arms crossed, an authoritative look on her face. She could be quite intimidating when she wanted to be. She looked me right in the eyes, and I could see she had almost a playful look. She was having fun.
"Clothes off." She ordered.
"Mom, I don't know about this." I replied.
"You'll do what you're told," she responded as she leaned against the wall and lifted one foot up to my stomach and pushed me against the dresser and then headed down to my cock to start rubbing it.
I stiffled a moan and slowly started taking my shirt off. Her foot kept rubbing my cock and it couldn't feel any better. I was afraid to take my pants off because I knew that I was going to enjoy it.
"And now your pants?" She was pushing me along. I untied them and slid them off, my cock now standing in full sight, all 7 inches of it. My mom had pulled her foot away when I was pulling off my pants, but now it was back at my cock. She was rubbing up and down the bottom of it one moment, kneeding my balls with her toes the next, and then back up and down the shaft again, then up to rub against the head of my cock. It was torture. It felt amazing. Her feet were so soft with those hot pink tights on them, it was like heaven.
Suddenly she stopped. She pulled her foot away and stood there once more staring at me,
"Are you going to be a good boy and do what you're told?" She asked.