Dinner

She was in conflict with herself. Part of her knew she should stop what was happening immediately but the other part of her loved the experience of having a young man worship her like a goddess. Jennifer's heavy breasts started moving up and down rapidly as her breathing sped up, and before she knew what was happening she felt herself moving her feet on her son's face as if it were a floor mat. She rubbed her them on every inch of his face making sure she spread her toes as she ran them over his nose to ensure he got a good whiff.

"You like that don't you? You like having your mother rub her sweaty feet all over your face huh?" She said to him, her hands cupped her mouth as she tried to catch her words but they had already escaped.

"mmmmmmm….they smell so good." Was all Jennifer heard from her son. The vibration of the baritone in his voice travelled straight through her feet, up her legs and between her thighs. She could not believe she was getting turned on by this.

Suddenly the telephone on her desk rang, snapping them both back to reality rather harshly. Jennifer snatched her feet away from her son's wanting face and answered the call.

"This is principal Waldow….Uh huh….uh huh. Ok Donna you can send them to my office in about five minutes." Jennifer spoke sharply and then put the handset on the receiver.

"Sam you cannot tell a soul about this!" She said to him, knowing how vindictive both he and her husband can be toward her. His response took her by surprise. There was her son who she hadn't gotten along with in over ten years, on his knees in front of her with a huge bulge in his pants, gently slipping her high heels on for her one by one. He licked his lips as he looked at her perfect toes peeping out of her shoes.

"I would have to be an idiot to betray a goddess like you." He said as he stood up, adjusted his cock as to not make it so obvious and started walking toward the door.

"I will be in my room when you get home, please let me know if I can to do anything for you or help you with anything mom." He said as he finally left the room, leaving Jennifer dumb founded by his sudden change of attitude. Thirty minutes ago she could have sworn he loathed her and now he was calling her a goddess.

"I'm going to have to keep an eye on him; he must be up to something." She said to herself as she squeezed her thighs together, trying to put some pressure on her throbbing clit as she could still feel the warmth of her son's face on the soles of her feet. She had to straighten herself out quickly as she was about to have a meeting with some school sponsors. But try as she might, Jennifer could not get her mind off the sensation of having her feet worshipped by any man let alone her own son.

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Jennifer was deep in thought during her drive home. She had a feeling she could now get her son to do pretty much anything she wanted but she battled with herself not to do anything about it, she was pretty sure there was a special place in hell for people who bribed their children with favors of the sexual nature. She tried to figure out how to face her son after what had happened or how to act around him but before she could come up with a plan she was already pulling up to their drive way. She parked the car but didn't get out immediately, instead she sat there, trying to make heads or tails or the situation. She tried to gather her thoughts as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes but all she saw was her son kneeling in front of her, holding her shoes like a devout slave as she used his face as a floor mat to clean her feet. Once again her mind relived the warm sensation of his face underneath her feet and once again it lit a little camp fire between her legs as if the soles of her feet were directly connected to her crotch.

She snapped out of it when she heard her husband calling her name. Her eyes shot open as she noticed him standing in the door way by the front door, she instantly recognized from the look on his face. She gave out a deep sigh as she got out of the car.

"Where have you been woman? I'm starving! Who do you think is going to fix dinner?" He began shouting at her. This sort of behavior between the two of them had been going on for the last year or so ever since he lost his last job. Being the bread winner and home maker had taken a toll on Jennifer as she developed a tired and irritated attitude causing her husband and son to dub her 'the ice queen' or simply 'the bitch'. Jennifer walked straight passed her husband as she spoke.

"I've been at work, at my job! You should try getting one of those sometime then maybe you will know what I'm talking about." She said in a bitter tone as she made her way into the kitchen. She dropped her bags on the center island table and began fixing dinner, cursing her husband under her breath. She hadn't thought of divorcing him as she loved him but his 'stay at home' attitude had really gotten to her and changed her into a bitter woman. As thoughts of anger spun around her mind she heard a calm voice behind her.

"Do you need some help?" She heard her son ask as he stood in the archway between the kitchen and living room.

"No Sam I don't. Just go to your room." She spat back at him in her usual vicious tone. Sam politely ignored every bitter word she had just said as if she hadn't said anything at all. He noticed a sack of potatoes placed on the counter next to her as she chopped some veggies.

"Do you need me to wash and peel these for you?" He said casually as he lifted the sack of potatoes.

"That would be great except you are going to get in my way." She said, seeming very agitated.

"Ok no problem, I will just do it on the center table so that I'm out of your way." He said as he grabbed the sack of potatoes, put them in a bowl and walked away with the bowl in one hand and potato peeler in the other. He sat on one of the stools and began peeling the potatoes.

And as he did, he noticed she had taken her heels off and left them in the lounge when she came through so she was standing there in her work clothes and stockings. Sam peeled the potatoes slowly as he was not concentrating at all on the task at hand, instead he was concentrating on his mother's shapely legs and curvaceous ass which was wrapped tightly in her silk pencil skirt. Jennifer was so irritated by her husband that she only just began to realize what was happening behind her. She felt as if someone was watching her every move. She felt her heart begin to race as she knew there was only one person sitting behind her. As if her body was moving of its own accord, Jennifer bent her right leg up behind her exposing the sole of her stocking clad foot to her admirer and began flexing her foot, spreading her toes and curling them. Sam inhaled deeply as he watched this work of art unfold I front him.

For every time the nylon material had to stretch around her foot, he felt his boxers have to stretch around his cock. Her stockings were incredibly sheer which allowed him to clearly see her sole wrinkle every time she curled her toes, and for some reason unknown to Sam, he desperately wanted to feel his tongue run across those wrinkles on the sole of her exquisite foot. Jennifer could her Sam's breathing quicken as this made her smile quite a bit as she was 80% sure her son was watching her little show. She then purposely dropped a fork on the floor and slowly bent at the waist to retrieve it. She heard Sam inhale sharply and hold his breath. Sam watched the material of her skirt struggle to contain her meaty ass cheeks as it stretched to its very limits. Sam also felt his cock tense to its very limits inside his pants. Jennifer smiled as she heard his reaction and then stood up slowly. She wiped the smile off her face and turned around in order to appear as if it were an accident.

"Are you done with those, I need them." She said calmly as her eyes moved from the bowl on the table to the ever present bulge in his pants. She smiled inside but at the same time scolded herself for being happy about giving her son an erection. She scolded herself even further when she felt a growing wet patch in her panties from looking at her son's bulge. Somehow Sam had finished his task so she grabbed the bowl and returned to the sink to continue preparing dinner.

"You know it's impolite to look at your mother with such lust in your eyes." She said causally while she dumped all the ingredients in a casserole tray and slid it into the oven, she could almost feel his eyes groping her ass.

"I'm sorry ma'am" Sam said although he was nowhere close to feeling regret or sorrow. He had come to terms with the fact that he wanted his mother badly and even though he knew he shouldn't, he just didn't care anymore.

"You are unbelievable, staring at your mother like she's some chick in a porn magazine." She said out loud but in her mind she wanted to tear her blouse off and give him and unobstructed view of her tits. Jennifer grabbed her stuff and walked off in to the living room. She set the dinner table and after a while announced dinner was ready.

Chris walked into the living room mumbling and complaining as to why it took so long. Jennifer sat down at the table with her son and husband, inner conflict was her order of the day as she ate her meal. On the one hand she was beginning to despise her husband. Just the sight of him wearing sweatpants and a vest all day was enough to irritate her. On the other hand there was her son who was suddenly showing her affection, the problem with that was it was both affections of a son and the affections on a hormonal 17 year old boy on the cusp of man hood. She looked at her husband and noticed his untidy hair, his food stained white vest and his lack of self-pride. She looked over at her son who was almost twice the size. His hair was neatly brushed and he was well groomed for a young man his age. Jennifer once again couldn't help but notice the resemblance between her son and her own father. Her father had been a big, rugged man's man who everyone thought was attractive in a way including her. Sam was shaping up to have the same build and mannerisms except in a younger form and without the full beard. Sam finished his meal and asked to be excused from the table, there was a motocross race he had been dying to watch on TV. He rushed to the living room and sat on the double sofa, oblivious to the world around him as the show had 100% of his attention. After a couple of minutes Jennifer walked into the living room and settled down on one of the sofas with a book. She began reading but for some reason kept looking at Sam who was in his own world.

"Good race?" She asked, trying to get his attention. Sam just gave a nod and continued watching his show. Jennifer got a little annoyed as she was suddenly in need of attention, attention she hadn't felt in years and now Sam had given her a little taste to which she wanted more, she needed more!

"Oh my gosh my feet are killing me, those heels were murder on my poor little feet." She said, trying to act nonchalant as she spoke.

"Oh if only I had a son with big, strong hands to rub them for me." She added, hiding a devilish grin behind her book. This caught Sam's attention like a whip being cracked in front of his face.

"I don't know about big, strong hands but I could give you a massage." He replied, Jennifer's heart skipped a beat when she noticed the sudden sparkle in his eyes.

"Well then get over here, I haven't got all night."