“Are you saying your old mother got you excited?” Sarah asked boldly… pushing an envelope she’d never fathomed being able to push other than during fantasy and role playing.
Before Emmett could answer, his father returned and asked, “What did I miss?”
“Nothing,” Sarah said, frustrated by her husband’s impeccably bad timing.
“Yeah, we were just catching up,” Emmett said, unsure how he would have answered his mother’s question.
All three chatted about school, the holidays and other generic stuff for the next half an hour… all the while the mom and son were each thinking and stealthily doing lots of things:
I’ve fantasised fucking him/her for a long time. If I had the chance would I actually do it?
Sarah made sure to keep her legs and feet in her son’s plain view… wondering if his nylon fetish was a nylon foot fetish like her husband’s… who got hard just looking at her feet in nylons. She wiggled her toes often and studied her son’s reactions; it turned her on to be slyly teasing her son… she may not ever get to be fucked by him, but she could at least tease him.
Emmett’s cock was about to break through his jeans zipper, as it used desperate sign language demanding to be freed from its fabric prison. He tried to stay focused on the everyday conversations, but both his Mom’s feet in the sheer nylon and the memory of how his parents had been role playing earlier were controlling his thoughts and his dick. He tried to get it to silence the clamour down there, but no such luck.
Emmett couldn’t help but wonder if it would be possible for him to make the ultimate MILF conquest… the Holy Grail of MILFs… his own mom. The very idea would have seemed ludicrous a couple of hours ago, but now not only did it seem like a possibility, his mother seemed to be taunting him… teasing him as she kept her nylon-clad feet in full view at all times and even wiggling her toes often to make sure he was paying attention to them.
Gerald, meanwhile, was oblivious to it all, other than that he was hard again as he too stared at his wife’s sexy feet and was hoping for some more role playing once they got back in the bedroom. Harem slut would be fun.
Emmett, desperately needing to jerk off again, finally said, “Well, I’m wiped. I’m going to hit the hay.”
“Me too,” Sarah yawned, glancing at the clock and realizing what time it was. She still had one more day of work tomorrow and needed to be fresh… although that was definitely going to be more challenging now.
Emmett asked, noticing for the first time, “Why isn’t the tree up yet?”
“We’ve been busy,” Gerald answered.
“And we wanted to do it with you like we always have,” Sarah said, which was true… this would be the first Christmas he wasn’t living at home and Sarah was determined not to do anything festive until Emmett was home… she had even told Gerald it wouldn’t feel like Christmas until their son arrived home.
“Well we’ll do it as soon as you get home from work,” Emmett suggested, always enjoying putting the tree up with his mother… who, of course, always walked around in her nylon-clad feet, which had kept him hard throughout the tree decorating for years.