Strategies for Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 43: Beautiful feet delivered to the door
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 43: Beautiful feet delivered to the door - My mother obviously didn't expect me to do such a bold thing. Her eyes widened instantly and she stared at me in surprise. My upper body was almost sticking to my mother's body. I pressed my penis with my right hand and pressed it hard on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, venting my desire happily. After a long time, I felt a sense of emptiness. My mother pushed me away, then quickly pulled out a tissue, frowned, and wiped the semen on her legs in stockings with a look of disgust. After t
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
My mother came out of the bedroom wearing a black uniform skirt and light and transparent flesh-colored pantyhose.
I knew that I had achieved half of my goal, and I was very excited, but I still had to pretend to be calm on the surface.
I asked in confusion, “Is there something wrong?”
My mother looked at me coldly and asked, “Where are you going?”
“I ... I’m not going anywhere, I just went out for a walk.”
“You’re not allowed to go.”
“Why ... why?”
“If you say you’re not allowed to go, then you’re not allowed to go! Why so many whys?”
My mother’s tone was very firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
I muttered in a low voice, “You’re not a primary school student anymore, why are you still confining me?”
“Because you’re not a primary school student anymore, I’m confining you. If you don’t tell me clearly where you’re going, you’re not allowed to go anywhere today.”
I stood in front of the door without saying a word.
After a while, my mother turned around and walked to the sofa, sat down, then waved to me and said, “Come here.”
“What are you doing?”
“I asked you to come here!”
My mother glared at me impatiently. “You want to hit me again.”
“Why should I hit you? Come here first.”
On the surface, I looked submissive and hesitant, but in my heart I was very happy.
I walked over slowly and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Mom didn’t say anything. After a moment of silence, she pulled her flesh-colored jade feet out of her slippers, half of her body leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and her two flesh-colored legs curled up and overlapped, and put them on the sofa.
I saw a pair of flesh-colored legs under the narrow skirt, slender and well-proportioned, slender and sensual, the core-spun stockings were highly transparent, exuding an attractive luster; the thin flesh-colored pantyhose made Mom’s originally fair skin look even softer and more tender.
Especially the pair of stockings, the soft and tender soles of the feet can almost be seen through the flesh-colored stockings, the jade toes are evenly arranged, the ankles are white and flawless, and they go up along the toes, passing over the smooth instep to the base of the thighs, with a round and natural curve. I have seen such a beautiful scene before, but unlike before, this time it was Mom who took the initiative to show it to me.
This action alone has stimulated my heart to beat wildly, not to mention the little brother in my crotch, which has a stronger reaction and has long been erected into a penis.
Mom doesn’t know that my illness has been cured. If the penis stretches the crotch high at this time, it will inevitably be exposed.
In order to cover up, I even sat on the sofa, clamped my legs together, and deliberately turned my eyes to the side.
Maybe Mom’s nerves were too tense and she didn’t see the flaws.
Although Mom didn’t say it clearly, her meaning was already very clear. I was naturally very excited, but I didn’t dare to act rashly before getting clear instructions.
I gritted my teeth and resisted the desire in my heart. Mom didn’t say anything. After a long stalemate, I couldn’t help but ask: “Mom, what’s the matter? If it’s nothing, I’ll leave first.”
After that, I stood up and pretended to leave.
Mom hurriedly said: “Wait a minute.”
I looked back at her, pretending to be confused. There was a hint of shyness in my mother’s eyes. She bit her lower lip subconsciously, then stretched her beautiful legs forward and said, “My foot ... sprained, and it’s a little uncomfortable. You ... you help me rub it.”
It’s coming! It’s finally coming! I couldn’t help but tremble, suppressing my excitement, and asked in a trembling voice, “When did you ... sprain it?”
“It was ... last night.”
My mother was obviously acting.
She probably wanted to satisfy my desire to touch her stockings, but she was too embarrassed to express it clearly, so she could only find an excuse. But I didn’t care. On the contrary, I felt that the more my mother was like this, the more fascinating she was. I just felt my throat dry, and I couldn’t help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and then stretched out my hand tremblingly.
Just as I was about to touch my mother’s beautiful feet, my mother’s cheeks turned slightly red, and she turned to the side as if to escape.
My hand was suspended in the air, and it was deadlocked for a moment, and my wish was finally about to come true.
Although this was just a small step for me, it was indeed a big step in the history of human mother love. Oh, I’m just daydreaming, never mind.
My mother may have waited for a long time but didn’t see me take action, so she looked back in confusion, and at this moment, I gritted my teeth and put my hand down. When my hand touched my mother’s stockings, it felt like an electric shock, and my palm felt numb.
My mother’s face was red, and her feet instinctively shrank back, and I subconsciously grabbed it. Time seemed to freeze, and my mother and I looked at each other in this awkward posture.
My mother’s cheeks were red, her eyes were scattered, and she was nervous and angry. After all, she had been oppressed too much, even if my mother acted like an innocent little girl at this time, but after all, the residual power was still there, and I subconsciously loosened my hand.
After a stalemate, my mother stretched out her stockings legs to me again, and warned coldly: “You can rub it, but don’t have any crooked ideas.”
This is a bit of a cover-up.
But my mother was going to continue the show, so I could only accompany her to the end.
After whispering a yes, I put my hand on the delicate silk feet again. I instinctively looked up at my mother.
I haven’t observed my mother up close for a long time. Her pair of thin and long phoenix eyes, with water in them, and her sharp eyes, give people a feeling of awe without anger, but are particularly charming.
The delicate nose, the plump and soft red lips, and the tender skin that is as soft as a blow, all exude the sexy breath of a mature woman. She is my mother ... She is really beautiful.
Maybe my eyes are too hot and direct, my mother looks panicked, and turns her head to the side as if to escape.
I held my mother’s silk feet and dared not act rashly. I felt that my mother was a little nervous, and her feet were a little tight. Through the thin flesh-colored pantyhose, I could even see the blue veins on the back of her feet.
I have to say that my mother’s feet are really delicate and pretty, with white and delicate ankles, very cute; the heels are round and smooth, without any keratin. The slender and white toes are neatly arranged, and through the toe stockings, you can see the neatly trimmed toenails and the light red nail polish, which looks very sexy and charming.
I was not in a hurry to enjoy my mother’s jade feet, but looked up along the curve of the instep. The crystal-clear flesh-colored pantyhose made the beautiful legs look even longer and longer. Under the sunshine, they radiated charming light.
I held my mother’s silk stockings and feet, enjoying the delicate and smooth touch. I could clearly feel the temperature of the jade-like skin under the stockings. Just holding them motionlessly like this made me feel the double pleasure both psychologically and physically. I don’t know how long it took, but I gently pinched my palm and felt that my mother’s flesh-colored feet were soft and elastic, still like a girl, without any looseness. Obviously, she was well maintained.
I took a deep breath quietly and rubbed it gently. I felt very happy in my heart, but pretended to be calm on the surface and asked: “Does it hurt? Is it badly hurt?”
My mother’s body trembled obviously, but she didn’t look back or resist. She just leaned on the sofa, looked away, and whispered: “It’s okay, not bad.”
I was so happy to see my mother like this.
First, I held the round and delicate ankle, pinched it, and asked: “Is it here? Does it hurt here?”
My mother didn’t sprain her ankle, so naturally there was no pain. She said casually: “Maybe ... a little lower.”
My mother was nervous, and I was nervous too.
My hand went down along the curve of the silk foot, held my mother’s smooth and tender heel, rubbed it, and asked: “Is it here?”
My mother didn’t say anything, and my hand moved to the sole of her foot again. My palm felt the jade-like tenderness of the sole of the foot and the slightly moist body temperature through the thin flesh-colored stockings. I asked stupidly again: “Is it here?”
My mother was originally a little shy and nervous. After I kept asking her, she finally couldn’t help it and whispered angrily: “I don’t know!”
I was startled and subconsciously wanted to loosen my hand, but when I saw that my mother didn’t pull her foot back, I became bolder.
I whispered: “It should be here.”
Then I held my mother’s foot and rubbed it gently.
My mother’s foot was soft and fleshy, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. When I rubbed it gently, it made a rustling sound. Occasionally, I carefully pinched the front of her foot. It was soft and elastic, like a cat’s paw pad, very cute.
To be honest, I really wanted to hold my mother’s flesh-colored feet and play with them carefully, and even put the fleshy stockings in front of my nose and greedily sniff the fleshy fragrance of the soles of her feet.
But after all, I had learned a lesson before, so I didn’t dare to be too radical. I could only be cautious and pretend to help my mother’s feet. But with my mother’s tacit consent, I became more and more courageous, and the force of kneading became stronger and stronger. Finally, I used my knuckles to press against my mother’s smooth and tender soles and pushed hard. My mother was like being electrocuted, her body trembled violently, and a sweet moan leaked from her throat.
Just this sound made me half limp, my penis was hard, and my pants were about to be broken. I clamped my legs tightly to prevent it from being exposed.
But my mother was like a child who had done something wrong. Her face was red. She pulled the beautiful flesh-colored feet out of my hand with force, and whispered to blame: “I told you to be gentle, why are you so hard.”
I regretted it in my heart. This time, I was greedy and made my mother angry.
My mother stood up, adjusted her dress, and said to me: “Okay, my feet are much better now. You should go back to the room and read a book.”
“Oh...”
I nodded reluctantly. Mom walked towards the bedroom. Before entering the house, she turned back and warned coldly: “Go back to the room immediately. If you dare to go out, I will break your legs.”
I believe that Mom will do what she said. After all, she paid such a high price to comfort me. However, my goal has been achieved, so there is no need to stimulate Mom anymore.
After Mom entered the room, I stood up and rushed into the bedroom like a fly, locked the door, found the long-treasured original flesh-colored pantyhose of Mom, took off my pants, put it on the hard iron cock, and started to jerk it quickly.
Recalling the scene just now in my mind, I imagined that my hands had been kneading Mom’s flesh-colored beautiful feet for a long time, and the sweet moan that caught me off guard. Finally, in the extremely strong excitement, a stream of thick semen shot into Mom’s original stockings.
After keeping it for such a long time, I finally used it up completely. Although I was a little reluctant, it was not such a pity. After all, my relationship with my mother has reached a new level. Maybe I don’t have to rely on stealing my mother’s original stockings to get through the difficult nights in the future.
In the evening, my mother called me out for dinner. I sorted out my thoughts and thought about how to face my mother. But after walking out of the door, my mother was placing dishes and chopsticks at the dining table. Her expression was as usual. When she saw me coming out, she reminded me: “Hurry up and wash your hands.”
Her tone was flat as if nothing had happened.
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