She kissed me and said she was tired and was going to bed.. After she left I tried watching TV but my attention kept coming back to those boots on the coffee table. I got up and went over and began to touch them, hoping that Mom would not come back downstairs. The vinyl felt firm but smooth as I stroked it and I picked up the left boot and pressed it to my face thinking of Mom's shapely leg being in it. I had heard about boot fetish but only then did I begin to understand It's attraction. But my desire was more than just about the boots; it was the fact that they were hers, my mothers boots, that obsessed me. and without thinking I pulled my cock out and began rubbing it on the boots, lost in a fantasy of Mom in her outfit dancing in front of me. Then I put my hard cock inside one of the boots and before I knew it sprayed a load of hot cum into it. Damn! What had I done? Then to make matters worse I heard Mom's footsteps coming down stairs. I quickly stuffed my dick back in my pants, returned the boot to the table and sat back down in front of the TV. just as Mom entered the room and sat down with a sight.
"I couldn't sleep son, can we talk?" Mom said.
"Sure Mom, what's wrong"
"I think your father's seeing someone else" she said. "That night after our first game we went to a night club and met some of the other cheerleaders. He was all over one of them. And the little bitch is only 21. It was awful" Mom said wiping a tear from her face.
I was stunned. This was not what I ever thought I would be hearing from her. I went over and put my arm around her, the whole cheerleader image now totally out of my mind. " it's going to be OK Mom, we'll get through this" I told her and she got to her feet, put her arms around me and kissed me.
"Am I still your favorite cheerleader?" she said with a grin
"You better believe it" I assured her and my thoughts were once again with her in those black tights and white boots.
The weekend came and Mom had gotten herself back together. Dad said he could not make it to the next game so I went along with a few of my friends. They went nuts when I pointed Mom out. They couldn't believe it was her. In fact it seemed to me they liked her too damn much. Wouldn't stop talking about her and I was glad when the game ended and we left.
Later that night Mom cleaned her boots again and left them out to dry. Dad was home and they went out again. After they left I quickly grabbed the boots and began jerking off, this time with both the right and the left and I shot several bursts of my love juice in each one. But I was still hot and obsessed with Mom's cheerleader image so I went through the hamper of dirty clothes waiting to be laundered till I found a pair of her black tights. I held them to my face and then pressed them against my cock which was still hard and soon the crotch of the tights was white with cum. I returned them to the hamper and went to my room. I was completely hooked on white boots, black tights, and my Mom.
The next week some of the cheerleaders were to make an appearance at a sporting goods store in the mall. Mom was one of those chosen and she invited me to go along. At the store the men were all over her, from teenagers up to guys in their 60's. Some of the other cheerleaders were pissed off that a woman twice their age was getting all the attention and while it made me somewhat jealous, it also made me want Mom even more. Her legs in those black and the white boots were as sexy as ever and her gorgeous ass in the white shorts looked hot enough to strike a match on and, as usual I had trouble hiding my swelling cock.
Before long I began to hear remarks at school about how sexy my Mom was and I found graffiti about how guys would like to fuck her, on the walls of the boy's bathroom. My whole life was being turned around: Just a few short months ago no one knew or cared much about Mom and, to me, she had been just Mom, not a cheerleader. Now the whole world, including me, saw her as a sex object and wanted her. But even though my father was often out of town and I was alone with Mom, I couldn't believe that she would even dream of having sex with her own son.
With the arena football season more than half over, Mom continued to enjoy her cheerleading time. Dad was seeing someone else, we all knew it but said nothing. He seemed to resent more and more all the attention Mom was getting and I began to see him as a selfish person who wanted everything to go his way and I hoped he would leave us. When the team released a poster of the cheerleaders, Mom was one of those featured and she and Dad had a huge fight with him calling her a lot of terrible names, like slut and whore. The next day he moved into an apartment but said he would continue paying the bills during the separation. Mom was shook up about it but I thought it was good riddance.
The poster was a big hit and many of my friends brought copies of it over and had Mom autograph it for them. She loved the praise and attention and I had her sign my copy and taped it to my wall opposite the bed where I could lay in bed and see it. Mom offered to get the other girls to autograph it as well but I told her that hers was all that mattered to me.
Then one day, Mom came home from practice really angry. It seemed that she had found out that the woman Dad had been seeing was the one he had made so much fuss over months ago at the night club. Mom told me that she had suspected something was going on between them and now to think that she had to be dancing right next to the bitch that was fucking her husband. I had never seen Mom so mad and had never heard her use such language.
I tried to console her, telling her he was not worth it and we were better off without him and she finally agreed. "He can have her and her 21 year old pussy if that's what he wants" she snapped and marched off to bed.
A few days passed since Mom had confided in me about Dad and the other cheerleader and she had been very quiet for the first day or two but then she began opening up and said she was glad she would always be able to count on me and of course, I assured her that would always be the case. Days went by and I desperately wanted to fondle those boots again but she always left both pair in her bedroom every night. All I could do was lay in bed and look at that poster and the photo of Mom, wishing she could step out of it and into my bed. That thought always brought my cock up to full attention and I found myself jacking off almost every night.
One night after dinner, Mom excused herself and went upstairs and I went to the living room to watch TV. A little later Mom came back downstairs and sat down in a chair facing me.
"Son, we need to talk" she said in dead seriousness. "Things have been so crazy lately, what with me becoming a cheerleader again and then your father and me breaking up. I realize the world seems all upside down for you right now and I want you to know that I will always be here for you. You are my life and I will always try to understand anything that you do"
I wondering what brought this on. "Have I done anything you want to talk about?" I asked, half dreading what her answer would be. Mom gave me a hint of a smile as she said, "Well for a start we might talk about you masturbating in my boots"
I was stunned! How did she know about that?
"I pretended to be asleep one night and sneaked down and saw you" she said ",I also heard a noise one night from your bedroom and saw you looking at my old photos and the new poster. You were so caught up in what you were doing that you never noticed me peeking in" she added with a little laugh.
Oh, God, what was I going to do now? I had no way to get out of this. "Mom, it was.....ah...well just...ah..." I stammered, completely lost for words.
"Look son, I know you feel like I just dropped a ton of bricks on you but I had to bring it up since we live together and need to be honest with each other" she said with her usual respect for my feelings. "But one question I have" she said with a smile ",what is it that turns you on darling? Is it the boots? The cheerleader outfit? Or do you have a thing for your old Mom?
I had nothing to lose now so I decided to throw everything out in the open. "I guess it's a bit of all of that' I said. "I have always thought you were beautiful and the boots and that outfit make you even more so. And then, being a cheerleader adds to your appeal and makes you even more desirable--so desirable that I dream of making love to you"
There, I had said it and there was no turning back. I couldn't believe this was happening. Where do you go from here after this sort of conversation? Mom didn't say another word just got up and headed upstairs. She stopped on the third step and turned back to face me.
"I'm not mad at you son--and I'm not disappointed at what you just said, or in what I saw you doing. I understand how a young man, caught up in all of this at a special time in his life must feel. It must be very hard for you. Now just go on and watch your program.
