You are still the same

I could feel it. I'm almost there. Ropes of white are ready to paint my pants But suddenly I heard her voice,

"Donny.... what are you doing?"

The sound of Amy's voice brought me out of my horniness. She was still cupping one of her breast and the other in the pussy but the way she was questioning me seem like she was asking about the weather.

' Are you kidding mom..what am I suppose to say.. we were getting into it now?'

Somehow at this moment my beta genes acted up and I hesitated. I took up my hand from my length and faced the visibly amused woman.

"I...uuuh.. nothing mom!" Disappoint flickered in her eyes for a moment before replaced by the usual amused expression.

"I will act as nothing happened. Don't let this happen again Don. We are mother and son for goodness sake!"

"I...understand...mom"

I knew at that moment if I had pushed a little bit I would have everything I had ever dreamed of. But somehow I could not break that barrier. It was like some author bastard in a novel forcing the main character to suffer..just for the sake of it.

(AU:Sh#t he's on to me!)

"If you can't massage without...any distractions, then you might as well be useful. Come here Don!"

She said while gesturing me to kneel infront of the cusion couch. Before I knew it I was already kneeling infront of mom without a single complaint. I was baffled at my own robotic behavior. ' Why am I doing everything she says!? '

"*Snicker.... Honey you will have to make up to me for not doing your damn job properly"

She said before putting her feet on top of my bulging pants. I could almost feel her smoothness with my cock!. The blood red painted nails of her gives her the charm of a vixen that almost made me cream my self. Next she started browsing through the TV channels as I act as her foot rest.I am filled with exhilaration and humiliation at the same time. The most ridiculous thing is my little Donny is in full attention, all through this time. Its hardening ever so slightly every time she change her position. I know she could feel my dick through her feet. This was confirmed by the slight smirk she's giving me now and then. After 15 minutes of torture she removed her feet from my pants and looked me in the eyes. For a moment I felt bit disappointed, but quickly composed myself.

" You are such a hopeless son aren't you Donny....*sigh.... might as well give you a small reward after all that"

" Tha-thank you mom!"

"Unzip your pants honey"

"YES!" My head was full of flowers. What will she do to me. What is this reward she was talking about. Will she let me kiss her pussy or at least the feet again?

I felt the humiliation was worth it. My legs were numb as fuck. I unzippled my pants and moved closer to her with sheer grit. 'May be she'll actually let me do her today'. But it turns out I was getting ahead of my self.

"Donny hold it right there baby... who told you to stand up"

"B-but.."

"Don't let me repeat my self Donavan" Her face was cold as it could get. I immediately returned to kneeling, only difference is my cock is out in the open. But because of her sudden outburst I was shocked and the consequences were laid bare for her to see.

My 5 and half erect dick has tuned into 2 inch softy. What hurt the most was her response.

"Pff'fff... fhaahahaaa... oh god Donny, you are still the same when you were small aren't you?"

"Mo...mom please don't...."

"You naughty pervert always oogling my body...especially my feet.., don't think I didn't notice before. I thought may be its because you were starting to get interested in opposite sex and thought it was normal... but turns out you were a pervert wimp who wants get off with my feet..."

She eyed me with the most hungry look I had ever seen she make.

"...or may be even cucked...right infront of you... Ooh baby you woul like that now.. wouldn't you?.."

I was frozen at first, then I deliberated every word by word she spoke. The way she said it and that hungry look only made me loose control over myself. I don't even know the expression I'm making right now. But one thing I'm certain is I'm aroused and scared at the same time. Unbeknownst to me my dick started to get erect as it had never before. The skin was peeled and the pink top is out. Only by the soft breez I'm feeling let me know that I am horny again. Fuck, am I horny just by imagining my mother getting fucked?. Do I have that kinda fetish. 'No I don't want...to...right?'

As I thought about her fucking other infront of me I started to imagine crazy scenarios. And down the rabbit hole my imagination went. The utter humiliation and anger she would make me face, only fueled my dick to grow more veiny. Next moment she looked at my dick and gave me a half amused half disgusted look. But I could see she's enjoying this with her lust filled eyes. She was in the zone.

"It seems your dick is more honest son. How dare you imagine dirty things about your mother you wimpy. My my honey your thinking about things that precedes your tiny DINKLE."