Edited by Horrorotica
A week had passed, since Roy had his first tasted his mother's sweaty feet. Since then, the same scenario repeated. Except Martha didn't have to try to get Roy's attention anymore, he waited naked on the floor next to her ottoman for her to come home from work. Also Martha was now comfortable enough to be naked with her son. During that week, Martha would come home from work to her naked son sitting on the floor. She would get naked put her feet up, without saying a word Roy licked her feet. His mother's pussy dripped, every time she felt her toes entering Roy's warm mouth. Not a word said as Roy sucked his Mommy's fat smelly toes, while she fingered herself to climax. Roy stroked his cock, but never came in front of his mother while licking her pungent feet. They never spoke about what was happening between them.
While his mother was at work, Roy would lay on the floor naked sniffing her shoes and rubbing his cock with her dirty panties until he shuddered with orgasm, spilling his white cream into her silky panties. Roy would hide the soiled panties beneath his pillow. While his mother was sleeping, he enjoyed wearing her crusty panties and falling with them on. He didn't know how far his mother wanted to go; his feelings grew stronger with each day. From the moment he awoke in the morning, until he closed his eyes at night, he obsessed about new ways to please her. He started doing the dishes, cleaning the house, washing the laundry and even cooking dinner, all while wearing nothing but his mother's dirty panties. Even the most mundane chore made him sexually aroused as long as he knew it was going to please her.
While at work, Martha spent all her time thinking about Roy. She could not wait to go home to have him so he could lick her stinky feet clean. Some days her pussy became so wet that she had to buy new underwear to change into while at work. She had stopped struggling with the moral dilemma. Until now Roy had been doing nothing, wasting his life. At least now he was doing something that made her happy. Instead of coming home every night to find the house a mess, and Roy stoned, playing video games. She now came home to a clean house, dinner ready, and her son ready to please. Since her and Roy were not having sexual intercourse, it was not really incest as far as she was concerned. She felt more like a mother now than she ever had. Finally, she had a special bond with her son.
On Friday afternoon Roy knew his mother would be exceptionally tired, because it was the end of the workweek. He shaved his entire body. He loved the feeling of his new silky smooth skin, and hoped his mother would also like it. He prepared the house, and everything was spotless. He had her drink on the coffee table for her, as he sat naked on the floor alongside the ottoman waiting for her to come home.
His entire body tingled when he heard his mother's car pulling into the driveway. He heard the car door close, as a tingling sensation spread around his cock, causing it to stand at attention. He watched her as she walked through the front door; her shoulder-length hair was messy. She looked exhausted from a long day at work. She entered the living room her fat belly led the way. She turned and saw Roy sitting on the floor and smiled to him. Roy returned the smile, then patted the ottoman inviting his mother to perch her sweaty feet for him to clean with his tongue.
As she walked towards the couch she unbuttoned her shirt and removed it, then she reached behind her back taking off her bra. Her large breasts dropped, and settled on top of her chubby stomach. She bent over barely able to reach her shoes to untie them. She kicked off her work shoes, peeled off her sweaty socks. Her fat toes sparkled with pink glitter polish. In one motion she pulled down her pants and panties then stepped out of them.
The blood rushed to Roy's cock causing his balls to tighten and his shaft to hurt. He watched intently admiring his mother's shaved pussy, almost hidden by the rolls of her fat stomach. Yet, he could see her pussy as she walked toward the couch. Her lips were glossy pink, her nipples budded like pink roses, and her chubby toes sparkled. Her pretty round face glowed like the sun, on a warm spring day. Her enormous, soft ass settled into the couch. She placed her feet up on the Ottoman, and wiggled her smelly toes, inviting Roy to suck them.
Roy's heart beat faster when he looked up at his mother, and saw her resting back on the couch naked feet up on the Ottoman ready for him. As he leaned forward, the smell of her sweaty feet made his head spin.
Suddenly he stopped, looked up at her and said, "Mommy do you have any lingerie I can wear?"
"I may have something that will fit you." She replied, with a confused but loving smile.
