My name is Ryan. I'm a nineteen-year-old college student living at home with my divorced mother. She works nights at the Post Office and since I have classes during the day, I have free reign at night. I was about to find out that that free reign was about to land me in hot water.
The doorbell rang and after a few minutes I heard my mother calling me downstairs. As soon as I got there, I knew I was in trouble. There stood my mother and Mrs. Perkins, the next-door neighbor. They didn't look pleased.
I was wearing an old Guns-N-Roses T-shirt and shorts without underwear. The shorts were stained with food, probably pizza and the T-shirt had a few holes in it but I liked it nonetheless. My hair was messy and I hadn't shower yet. I looked like a college student, though at a low-level college and not the nice one I actually attended. Plus, for the record, I didn't dress like this for class. These were my study clothes.
My mother looked at me and sighed, shaking her head. She looked at Mrs. Perkins and gave her a what-are-you-gonna-do kind of look. Mrs. Perkins raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders.
"So, Ryan, Mrs. Perkins's flower bed above her bedroom window got trampled. Any idea how that might have happened?"
"No. I've been studying all afternoon," I said.
"No, this would have been last night. While I was at work."
"I was studying then too," I lied.
"Really? Because, Mrs. Perkins says she saw you looking in her window while she was getting dressed and trampling all over her new flowers that she just planted," Mom said.
"Well, it was dark last night, there not being a moon or anything, so how can she know it was me?" I asked feeling pretty clever.
"How do you know there was no moon if you were in your room studying?" Mrs. Perkins asked. She had a deep, throaty voice. She also had a great body. Huge tits and a fine ass. I know because I was watching her getting dressed for bed after she had showered.
"She also said it looked like you were touching yourself," Mom added.
"Look I can explain," I said.
"I don't want any excuses or explanations. Just a yes or no," Mom said. "Were you looking in her window last night?"
"Yes," I answered, hanging my head.
"And toughing yourself?" Mrs. Perkins added.
"Yes. That too," I said, turning red.
"Well, since you lied at first, you'll be punished fort that. You'll also be punished for what you did," Mom said.
"Well, Mrs. Perkins what sort of punishment did you have in mind?" Mom asked.
"I want Ryan to kiss and lick my feet," she replied.
"Really?" Mom asked.
"Yes. I just spent the afternoon replanting all the flowers and I'm sure my feet are dirty and smelly."
Mom laughed. "You heard Mrs. Perkins, Ryan. On your hands and knees and starting kissing and licking her feet."
As I was getting into position, Mrs. Perkins was taking off her sandal's. Then her feet were in my face and she was right, they were dirty and smelly.
"Now lick my foot from heal to toe," Mrs. Perkins said.
I did and it might have been nice if her feet were clean. Who knew women's feet smelled so bad?
Mom instructed me to lay down in front of the couch. I did. Mrs. Perkins told me to suck her toes. While I was doing that, Mom took her shoes off and started putting her feet in my face as well. She didn't notice when Mrs. Perkins started running one of her feet over my crotch. Soon I had a nice big hard on.