“Oh that feels so nice, honey,” she moaned in a way that was a lot more sexual than one would expect.
“Anything for you, Mommy,” I repeated again, my cock raging in my shorts as I caressed the silky-clad foot. One of my many Mom-focused dreams was coming true.
“I’ll have to find a way to pay you back later,” Mom said, innuendo after innuendo, and action after action, strengthening my case that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
“I’ll keep you to that,” I said back, trying to hint right back.
“Oh, you’d better,” she responded, piling on more evidence.
“These are such silky sheer nylons,” I said, then dared to say, “they’re so sensuous.”
“Yes, I only buy the best,” she said. “Your father was very particular about what type I wore.”
“Well at least he had one good quality,” I responded, still very angry with him since he left. I’d only talked to him three times since then, and the last time I’d managed not to call him an asshole again, but was very blunt that I loved and supported my Mom.
“He had a few,” she said. She didn’t elaborate, but I sensed she meant his dominant personality and perhaps a big cock.
“Well hopefully I inherited his few good qualities,” I said, although we were nothing alike… I being the black sheep of his DNA… he too athletic and built for me to keep up.
“I think you did,” she said, before adding to my evidence, “although I may have to investigate a little more thoroughly.”
“I’m an open book,” I said back, as she moved her foot away and replaced it with the other, this time her foot landing directly on my crotch. Was that deliberate?
“So you’re really a virgin?” she asked bluntly, as I took her foot in my hands, allowing it to rest against my rigid cock.
“Yeah,” I nodded, hoping that information would make her want to be my first… although I knew it could also hinder what was by now my intended conquest; since she may feel extra guilt at my first time being tainted by incest.
“Any oral sex?” she questioned.
“Honestly?” I asked.
“You’re eighteen,” she said. “We can talk frankly, and I promise not to judge.”
“I’ve never received any oral, but I got a hand job once,” I admitted, before adding, “I’ve given oral sex, though.”
“With whom?” she asked, suddenly very curious.
“Amanda,” I answered.
“Your debate partner?” she asked.
“Yes, a few times,” I said, before adding “I really enjoy doing it to her, and after doing it once before a debate and we won, it became a tradition.”
She chuckled. “And you guys never lost.”
“She called it her good luck lick,” I said, Amanda being rather corny.
“I sure could use a good licking,” Mom said, simultaneous with her foot pressing against my cock… this piece of evidence seeming to send an imaginary jury rushing out of the courtroom for the formality of a quick unanimous vote before rushing back to join the party.
Yet again I didn’t come out and offer like I wanted to. Instead I agreed, “Every good woman deserves a good licking every day.”
“A licking a day keeps the doctor away,” Mom responded back with a smile.
“Tastes better than apples,” I said.