Chapter 3

Teasing Is for Toes

As she entered the room, Peter’s breath caught in his throat. every nerve in his body seemed to ignite with electricity. He couldn’t believe the sight before him - his mother, the woman he desired above all else, dressed in a way that left nothing to the imagination. His mouth hung open in shock and desire as she sauntered towards him, her red heels clicking against the floor and her outfit clinging to every curve of her body. She exuded a level of sexiness that put even the steamiest porn stars to shame, and it was all for him.

“Holy fuck, mom! You look fucking hot!” he exclaimed, unable to tear his gaze away from her. She could feel herself blushing as she looked at her son with a tent forming in his crotch. In this moment, she knew she had complete control over him. It excited her hearing her son’s appreciation, knowing that she was the cause of his erection. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and she seductively walked over to him in red high heels that matched her outfit. She stood in front of him between his legs and softly ran her fingernails up and down his thighs.

“Do you like what you see?” she purred, her sultry voice sending shivers down Peter’s spine. “Yeah.” he whispered, barely able to speak. He was afraid that speaking any louder would break the spell and bring them back to reality.

His mother chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can tell,” she teased, her fingers tracing a path up to his growing bulge. Peter’s breath hitched as she gave him a gentle squeeze through his pants.

Suddenly, a whisper of reality shook her: “This is your son. Do you really want to make love to your son?” the voice said. “Yes, I do,” another voice spoke.

But she saw something in Peter. Desire, yes, but also hesitation. Maybe he wasn’t ready to go all the way? She decided then to go slow. Maybe tonight they would be no full intercourse, but she still intended to give him an unforgettable time.

“You’ve always had such a weakness for toes, my dear,” she said in a low voice, leaning in closer to him. “So I decided to wear these, only for you” she told him, extending her leg and placing her pantyhosed foot under his nose.

As Peter inhaled, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. The scent that filled his nostrils was not unpleasant, but rather clean, inviting, and distinctly feminine. It wafted towards him, enveloping him in a warm and comforting embrace. It was clear to Peter that Angela took great pride in her personal hygiene; the delicate aroma danced around him like a fragrant symphony. A rush of excitement coursed through him at the thought of her preparing herself for their encounter. Angela couldn’t help but notice the blissful expression on his face as he breathed in her scent, igniting a spark of desire within her.

Peter’s mind was in a frenzy as his mother’s delicate foot teased and danced just inches from his nose. The power she held over him with such a simple gesture was both exhilarating and daunting. His heart pounded in his chest as he tentatively reached out and took her foot in his hand, feeling the smooth fabric of her pantyhose against his skin. He brought her toes to his lips, savoring the softness and warmth of them, and pressed gentle kisses on each one. The scent of her perfume mixed with the earthy smell of her skin filled his senses, making him feel both intoxicated and powerless under her spell.

Angela let out a low, guttural moan as her son’s gentle, adoring touch caressed her foot. His fingertips traced patterns down her leg, sending shivers of pure bliss up her spine. Peter, completely focused on his task, reveled in the sensation of worshipping his mother’s toes. Every stroke and press of his lips elicited a symphony of pleasure for both of them, igniting an unspoken bond between them. Their senses were heightened, their bodies intertwined in this intimate moment, lost in each other’s touch.

Peter suddenly broke away, his breath coming in short gasps. He looked up at his mother with conflicted eyes, unsure of how to process the moment they had just shared.

Angela’s smile was tender and reassuring as she gazed back at him. “It’s only wrong if you make it wrong,” she said softly, her voice filled with understanding. “But I know how much pleasure my toes bring you ... and to be honest, I quite enjoy it too.” The air between them was charged with a mix of excitement and hesitation, their secret bond made all the more tantalizing by its taboo nature. A sense of guilt threatened to cloud Peter’s mind, but Angela’s words and gentle touch pushed it away, allowing them to continue reveling in their intimate connection.

At her words, Peter felt a surge of desire rush through him once again. He couldn’t resist any longer - he leaned in and began kissing and licking every inch of his mother’s foot, savoring every tiny toe and arch. He couldn’t deny the truth - he did have a thing for toes and his mother knew it. It was something they had never spoken about, but it seemed like she was ready to explore it now.

“I think we should keep indulging in your little fetish,” his mother whispered seductively, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. Before Peter could respond, she had already removed her pantyhose and now was touching Peter’s face with her naked toes. He stretched his tongue and tasted her soles. “Female hormones are concentrated in a woman’s feet and armpits,” he remembered reading somewhere. He didn’t know if it was true or not, but he couldn’t stop smelling and tasting those clean, white feet. His hands caressed her soft instep while Angela laid down on her back, her eyes closed, just enjoying the feelings brought by her son’s tongue and lips.

Peter couldn’t believe this was happening - he had always dreamed of being with his mother in this way but never thought it would actually come true. Suddenly he felt something else: wet, warm lips on his foot. He shuddered in pleasure, and when he looked down, he saw her mother’s mouth softly chewing his toe. “Oh Mom!” he sighed blissfully as she moved from one toe to the next. She only answered by caressing his calf and prodding his mouth with her toes, demanding him to continue his ministrations.