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Subject: {ASSM} Summer School Footslut Part 2 by Cinque Manson (Mother/son inc. Femdom)
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 08:10:02 -0400
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Summer School Footslut
Part 2
By Cinque Manson


Timmy's mother studied her son as he walked toward the
car in the early summer sunshine. He squinted, dark
circles around his light blue eyes. Debra Rowe was
used to her son's mutable moods, but the last few
weeks he seemed uniformly distresssed and depressed.
She wondered if summer school was such a good idea
after all. Timmy slouched in the back seat, and Debra
adjusted the rear view mirror so she could make eye
contact with him when she talked. She rarely go a
chance to talk to him lately. As soon as her son
returned from school he locked himself in his room,
appearing only to eat supper. 
"Are you ok, honey?" She asked.
"Sure mom, just a little tired is all."
Debra put the BMW in gear, and backed up their
suburban driveway.
"Well, you're almost finished. Then you can sleep in
the rest of summer..."
Timmy wasn't paying attention to his mother. He spent
nearly every waking moment daydreaming about his
biology teacher, Mrs. Hornbeck. Since the first day of
summer school he'd been her homeroom foot slut.
Everyday after class the statuesque brunette who ruled
his dreams locked the door and had him fold up beneath
her desk and fed him her feet. She'd basically
repeated the major themes of their first encounter,
allowing his mouth free access to her feet, legs, and
sex, and then masterbating him to copious spumings
with her soles. He'd asked her one day to jack him off
with her hand, a fantasy he'd developed late at night
as he stroked himself, and she'd slapped his face with
the broad palm of her hand. 
"Forget it! That nasty dick of yours belongs under my
heels, and that's where its going to stay."
He acquiesced without comment. She was right, he was a
disgusting worm who deserved nothing from her, who was
lucky beyond belief that she let him lick her in the
first place. He felt as if everything were wrong, but
he felt powerless to extricate himself.
"Ok, honey, here we are." 
His mother woke him from his reverie, and he slowly
rose from the backseat and ambled into the school.
Debra watched him and sighed. Something was wrong.
She drove straight home and walked to her son's room.
She thought of herself as a progressive parent, the
more so since the divorce. She gave her son the space
she felt he needed as an unusually shy and sensitive
boy. Perhaps she'd been too distant. She'd gone back
to work last year to augment her alimony, and after
several years as a semi-recluse, her social life had
taken off as well. Debra Rowe was a young forty years
old, a bouncy blonde with an oppulent figure who
attracted a lot of comeons and propositions. She'd
been "dating" a lot recently, mostly men she met
through the real estate office. She felt a stab of
guilt that while she' been out letting strange men paw
her size 36d tits and casually sucking her client's
cocks her son had become a junkie!
She looked around Timmy's room, noting nothing out of
the ordinary except the smell... It reminded her of a
subway tunnel, musky and funky. She'd notice a lot of
suspicious stains on his jockey shorts lately, but
that was certainly normal for a teenage boy, as well
as the crusts on his sheets. Masturbating wasn't what
was wrong with Timmy, but there was the spectre of
drugs in the back of Debra's mind. 
She didn't enjoy being a snoop, but felt it was an
unpleasant duty and so she methodically looked through
his closet. Nothing. Then his desk. 
She shifted through the piles of loose paper in the
drawers. She smiled. Debra appreciated Timmy's native
talent as an artist, she'd always encouraged him. The
drawings he kept in his desk were all copies he'd made
of pinup girls and centerfolds. She shuffled through
them all, no joints or suspicious little baggies in
there. Timmy's mother sighed a deep relaxing breath.
Remembering the Just Say No workshop she'd had to
attend the year before, when Timmy had begun middle
school, she walked to her son's bed and stuck her hand
beneath his mattress. Uh oh. She felt a plastic tube
and something else. Debra lifted the mattress.
There, in Timmy's most private hiding place, was
another stack of drawings and a tube of Vaseline
Intensive Care lotion. Debra blinked at these
drawings, which weren't the innocent sketches of
cheerleaders he kept in his desk. These were detailed
drawings of feet, dozens of them. Worse, there were
drawings of spread thighs and incredibly realistic
pussies. The bottom of the pile of papers was all
stuck together, and Debra knew the glue was her son's
boyseed. 
She carefully pried the pages apart and gasped. These
pages, the ones that evidently excited her thirteen
year old son the most, were his drawing of lady feet
rubbing and punishing penises. Debra sat down on her
son's bed, her head swimming. Her son had created
these, these pencil and ink drawings of cocks spurting
dollops of sperm  on some woman's foot, a foot that
looked alien and remote against the obviously urgent
and vibrant life of the dick pictured next to it.
Debra had never done anything anyone would have
remotely considered kinky. Sure, she sucked and fucked
with the best of them, and no one would have accused
her of prudery. But this was so perverse! The more so
because the artist was her own boy! And the theme, a
penis subservient to a woman's foot, disturbed her.
She realized that her own sex life could be viewed as
somewhat submissive, in that she never demanded
pleasure from her ex-husband or the sporadic men she'd
dated in the five years since they'd separated. She
studied her son's drawings and realized that part of
her disquiet was sexual arousal. She had a deep heat
welling in her belly, and began to feel damp in her
slim black bikini panties. 
Her hand drifted up her leg, and before she knew
exactly what she was doing, she was rubbing her petite
pussy through her panties, her sundress pulled high on
her waist. No pornography she'd ever perused in her
limitted experience had ever turned her on like the
lewd drawings she'd found under her son's mattress. 
"Ooooooh"
She wished she could dandle the thick cock in the
pictures between her slim fingers. Her mouth watered.
She'd give that dick a warmer and wetter place to cum,
either in her mouth or in her pink soft pussy. She
shuddered hard, and growled. Her fingers pushed her
panties aside and she pumped herself with two digits.
She leafed through the drawings as she thrummed the
inside of her cunt with her meticulously manicured
fingertips. 
Debra ogled yet another drawing of a woman's foot,
glazed with cum, but in this one Timmy had put himself
in the picture, his face hovering over the pool of
jizz, his tongue extended. His mother groaned. She
wanted some stud kneeling at her feet, drooling over
her toes, completely devoted to her pleasure. Debra
came to the realization she didn't want just any man
worshipping her body, she wanted Timmy. The desire and
erotic energy her son had put on paper charged through
her eyes straight to her womb and dripped around her
busy fingers. She pulled her plump thighs up to her
chest and dug her hand deep in her womb. Oh God, how
she wanted what was in those pictures. She came in
hard gasps, her knees pumping into her full tits. She
wanted her son to lick her all over, just like in the
picture. Then Debra slowly uncoiled and lay on her
son's bed, his pencil drawings arrayed around the
nimbus of her strawberry blond hair, her eyes
unfocused.
She took stock, laying there staring at the ceiling.
She'd found no drugs. So far so good. She'd discovered
Timmy's secret masterbatory stash. Debra wondered if
she should talk to him about it. How? Then she
wondered at herself, an apparently normal suburban
mother who had just gotten off to a fantasy of her son
worshipping her feet. No, I'd better just pretend I
never saw these. She replaced the stack of crumpled
obscene art back under the mattress. Debra Rowe
smoothed the covers down, adjusted her panties, and
closed the door to Timmy's room.

*************************************************************************


Timmy walked home slowly, weighted with dread. Today
had been one of those days when Mrs. Hornbeck had
refused to bring him to orgasm althogether. She really
seemed to get a kick out of his discomfort. He'd spent
at least a half an hour with his head buried beneath
her skirt, lapping her pussy and sucking her clit
through the wet fabric of her panties. She had him lay
beneath her desk with his dick sticking out of his
fly, but made no move to touch it. He knew better than
to ask her about it, she made him see stars with her
stentorious slaps. He hoped his mom was out showing a
house or something, so he could just go straight to
his room and take care of himself. 
He walked around the back of his ranch style house
with his head down and heavy, he didn't have the key
to the front door and could let himself in through the
slider that led to the pool. 
"Hi, Timmy!" his mother called out. She was sunning
herself on the patio, leaning back into a lounge
chair. 
"Uh, hi mom." He tried to slink into the house, but
his mom's voice followed him.
"Why don't you get your trunks on. The pool needs
cleaning."
"Mom! Now?"
"Yes, now, young man..."
Timmy sighed. 
Mrs. Rowe felt giddy, she'd been out in the sun
sipping cranberry juice and vodka for the last hour
and a half. She was normally very moderate in her
tanning, but she was luxuriating in the feeling of
heat from the the alcohol and sun. The only lines that
creased her face were tiny laugh lines at the corners
of her eyes, and she wanted to keep it that way. She
watched as Timmy emerged from the house with a pair of
baggy trunks on. He grabbed the long handled net and
started to skim the magnolia leaves from the pool.
Debra Rowe felt a strange warmth in her womb as she
watched her son. She licked the corner of her mouth,
she could see his cock bouncing against the loose
fabric of his trunks. 
Timmy emptied the net by shaking the detritus he
collected out behind a juniper hedge. He smiled at his
mom, who was looking at him work with her eyes shaded
from the bright sun by her hand. She was swinging one
of her legs back and forth, and Timmy found his own
eyes drawn to the crotch her black bikini. He'd never
paid much mind to his mom's body, she was his mom
after all, but after the workouts his biology teacher
put him through his sexual antennae were sensitive and
alert. His mom was kind of hot, he decided, and then
stuffed that thought deep within, where he hid his
shameful stuff. His mind began to spiral when he
thought, maybe I'll draw mom later. But to do that,
I'll have to study her a bit more. His dick fattened
and began to bob around in his shorts.
Timmy quickly reached down and stuffed it down his
leg.
Debra Rowe noticed her son's adjustment. It looked
like a small animal had been let loose in his trunks,
and Debra knew it was Timmy's cock in the first flush
of arousal. Oh Timmy! She couldn't believe how hot
checking out her son's basket was making her. 
At last he walked over close to her, grabbed a towel
that was spread out to dry on one of the patio chairs,
fanned it out, and lay face down on the pool deck.
Debra sat up and folded her chair so it stayed
upright. She looked down at her supine teenage child.
Then she grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion she stashed
beneath her chair.
"Hey, Timmy. Could you help me with this lotion?"
"Sure, mom", he sighed sleepily. He sat up. Debra
smiled with satisfaction as she saw the front of his
baggies tented by his full erection. She handed him
the bottle and leaned back, her hands behind her head,
her tits thrust out.
Timmy Rowe looked at his mother, mouth agape. Her
nipples were hard and pushing out against the fabric
of her black bikini bra. Their tips were like little
thumbs. He was getting shaky, and asked tentatively,
"Where do you want me to start?"
"Oh, how about my feet..." She scooted her chair
closer to him and plopped her bare feet into his lap,
just short of his crotch. Timmy gulped. He turned the
bottle of lotion upside down and squirted a glop into
his palm. Then he took hold of his mother's right foot
and began to massage the lotion into the top of her
foot. 
"Rub some on my soles, too, please."
He squeezed more goop from the bottle directly to her
ankles, and rubbed in narrow slow circles. He used all
his will to keep his breathing even as he used all the
tricks Mrs. Hornbeck had taught him on his own mother.
He raked her soles lightly with his fingernails,
knowing just when to relent before he tickled his
mother. He entwined his fingers, slick with lotion,
with her toes. Debra's feet were very warm from the
sun, and they felt heavenly to her son. 
"Mmmmmmm, that's yummy, Timmy, where on earth did you
learn to give such a good foot massage..."
Timmy took her big toe between his thumb and
forefinger and moved it in an oval, loosening it up.
He moved on to her other toes, repeating his motions.
He looked longingly down, wishing he could take her in
his mouth. Timmy wanted to give his mother the same
pleasure he'd given his teacher. He wanted to be mom's
footslut too. He touched the secret places his biology
teacher had shown him, the accupressure spots that
corresponded to pleasure centers throughout Debra's
body. When he kneaded the spot correlating to her sex,
she moaned. God, he was good, she tought. Her groin
flushed and her pussy lips unfolded against the crotch
panel of her bikini bottoms like a flower.
"Now the other one, Timmy."
He carefully placed the foot he'd been massaging on
his lap and gently picked up the other. Debra arched
her back in sensual approval, and when she did she
slid forward just enough to jam the foot her son held
in his lap against the hard shaft of his penis. He
flinched and tried to pull back, but Debra pushed
again, and he surrendered.
Timmy's mom mewled as her foot explored her son's dick
through his swimming trunks. He was so big, as big as
a man, but she didn't know any men who would treat her
so well, who would sit at her feet and relax her while
she felt him up with the ball of her foot. Timmy said
with a quavering voice,
"I'm going to cum if you keep doing that, mom."
"I wanna see it, Timmy, pull it out for me."
He scooted out of his baggies. Debra hummed,
"Mmmmmm, Timmy, your cock is so fucking big!"
His ears burned. His mom was sitting there admiring
his weiner. She reached behind her and untied her
bikini bra, letting her heavy full rosy tits fall out.
Debra was a bit on the heavy side, but this only
served to accentuate her curves. Timmy had never seen
a sexier woman than his mother. 
"Move back, Timmy, give your mom some room on that
towel."
She got up out of the lounge chair, and shucked her
bikini bottom off. She sat on the towel on the pool
deck facing her son, her knees up, and began to run
both of her feet, slick with lotion, over her son's
bright red penis. Debra used a walking motion,
starting one foot at the bulbous head then sliding
down to his hard balls. By the time one foot had
reached his nuts, she'd started again with her other.
Timmy's hissed. Mrs. Hornbeck had never done this, and
he was going wild. 
"Does that feel good, Timmy? Tell your mom how good
her feet feel on your big hard cock."
Debra's hand churned her clit, and she loved the nasty
thrill it gave her as her son stared goggle eyed as
she masterbated.
"Do you like to watch me play with my pussy, Timmy? I
like you watching, it makes me sooooo wet."
"Oooooooh mommmmm, yessssssssss!"
He leaned back and his hips pumped against her feet.
Debra felt the tensing in his nuts and in his dick and
she bent toward him. She brought both of the balls of
her feet down on his nuts, mercilessly pushing them
into the towel. Her son's cock pulsed wildly back and
forth, and then he came, in a thick string that shot
out and hit the corrugated rosey tip of her nipple and
hung there in a nasty drip. Another rope erupted from
the peehole of Timmy's distended prick and rose in a
heavy arch to land in Debra's trim pubes. A last spasm
dribbled out of him, coating his cock and oozing down
to her toes. Timmy's mom fell back as her own climax
hit her, her fingers working feverishly in the fleshy
fold of her cunt. 
They both lay back, panting. Debra straightened her
full pneumatic legs and draped her thighs on top of
her son's. Timmy followed suit, working a charley
horse out of his calf. Debra stared into the clear
turquoise summer sky, and said,
"Timmy, sit up please."
He clambered up, and found that when he did his dick,
which had the youthful ability to stay rock hard after
cumming, was sticking straight up with the underside
rasped by his mother's bikini-trimmed pubic hair. He
looked at her pussy, drenched in his jizz, and gulped
loudly.
"You've gotten your cum all over me, Timmy."
She reached down and put her left hand, which still
wore the wedding band despite the divorce, on the top
of Timmy's thick veined cock. She pushed it down so
that it spread the fat pink lips of her cunt. She felt
him jerking in her hand as she cocked her hips so her
clit rubbed against the ridge along the underside of
her thirteen year old boy's erection. Debra took her
free hand and dipped her fingers in the puddle of
sperm that lay on the flushed skin in the deep crevass
between her swaying tits. She rubbed the boyjuice into
her decolletage, then to the dark round aureole,
finally twiddling the slime into her baby finger sized
nipple. It was so thick, her son's seed, when she took
her fingers away a string of it clung between her long
scarlet fingernail and the distended erect nipple. She
pulled away until the thread of spunk broke and
dropped to her rounded belly. Putting her fingers on
Timmy's lips, she forced them apart and watched in
ecstacy as he licked and sucked, taking to his own
sperm as it were chocolate sauce. 
Debra was pushing the limits, going for the whole
fantasy she'd created when she'd found her son's
personal jack-off art collection that morning. She
knew he'd do anything she asked at this point, and
planned to spend the rest of the summer giving him
dirty tasks to fulfill. 
She took back her fingers, and watched a reverse
string of Timmy's cock sauce pull from his lips. Debra
ground her splayed cunt against her son's outrageously
hard boner as she cupped her huge breast and raised it
to her son's mouth. 
"Suck the cum off my titties, Timmy..."
Her son stuck the tip of his tongue out and moved it
around and around her wrinkled dusty rose colored
nipple. She pulled his head into her breast, and cried
out as Timmy opened his mouth wide to take it in. He
washed her clean of his boycum, and then was offered
her other breast.
As Timmy nibbled and sucked her teat Debra remembered
the secret excitement she'd felt as he'd breast fed
from her as a baby. She loved to feed him her milk
engorged tits, even in the dead of night awakened from
a deep sleep, because as he fussed and sucked she
always came in sharp little waves unlike any other
orgasms she'd ever had. These same pangs shuddered
through her as her big boy Timmy sucked her nipples so
hard they tingled. Combined with the delightful
friction of her son's cock against her hard engorged
clit, Debra was panting through clenched teeth.
Debra pulled her breast from Timmy's mouth, leaned
back a bit, and pushed his thick cock down, spreading
her cleft. She aimed him right at her center, and
raised her ass just enough that when she moved closer
to him once more she felt his vein ribbed boner sink
deep inside her. She hooked her ankles around his
back, holding him still.
"Don't move, Timmy, don't you move." 
She positioned herself so clit rubbed against Timmy's
hairless groin. The fullness of her son's cock inside
her and the soft but insistent friction on her clit
put her over the edge. She moved her hips in tight
circles, grunting into Timmy's ear. 
Timmy couldn't believe the sensations inside his
mother's pussy. Without moving a muscle he clung to
his mom as her turbulent orgasms made the ribbed walls
of her cunt grip and relax him so strongly it almost
hurt too much to bear. His natural reaction to this
onslaught was to retreat and protect his sensitive
manhood, somewhat raw from the incomparable footjob
his mom had given him earlier, but her strong legs
held him in a tight clench. Timmy was almost crying in
pain, in pleasure, in the two inexorable and
inextricably woven together. 
Debra felt him enlarge, in amazement she felt the
crown of her son's dick inside her throbbing and
growing. She had passed the crest of her last batch of
orgasms, and now wanted to change the pace. 
Unlocking the hold of her legs,Debra pushed her son
Timmy on his back without releasing his prick from her
sex. She dug her heels into the towel next to his
elbows, and used the leverage of her plump silky legs
to bounce up and down on him. She held herself up by
her hands and feet, touching him only with her pussy.
Debra pulled up so that he almost fell out, then slid
down his pole until she once more bumped her clit on
his pubic bone. She repeated this move, over and over,
giving herself a steady long-dicking. Debra speedened
her thrusts, she wanted to feel her son's cock burst
inside her.
"Cum for mommy, cum inside my big old pussy, Timmy,
fill me up with your fuck juice..."
She chanted obscenities to her son, enflaming him. He
was lifting his ass to meet her strokes, violently
thrashing and thrusting, his calves and thighs taut as
iron bars. He was entranced, by his mother's filthy
mouth, by her big bouncing tits, but most of all by
her pussy, framed by short trimmed blond hair and hot
as an oven around his stiff sore dick. 
Ungh... ungh... ungh... I'm... I'm... Cummmmmming...."
He cried out. And he did, so hard and so fast if he
hadn't been nestled deep in the folds of his mother's
cunt he felt he would have shot jizz over the roof of
the house. The velocity and force of his cum burned
his urethra. He bucked wildly and nearly threw his mom
off onto the cement of the pool deck, but she brutally
ground her cunt down on him, forcing him back to the
ground.
Debra felt the cum building in Timmy's prick, but it
surprised her with its power. It sprayed out of the
tip of his cock and splashed against her uterus, as if
someone had jammed a garden hose up her. She held him
with a tight pussy monkey grip as his pulsed and
spumed. 
"OOooooooooooohhhhhh Gooooooooodddd!" She heard the
voice and only after the cry quietened did she realize
it had been her own voice. She fell back, exhausted,
her ass resting between Timmy's thighs. They were
still joined by their genitals, Timmy was still hard
and held tight in her vagina. Now it was her turn to
pull back from the overly sensitive sensation. She
slid her son out of her. His chafed and chastened cock
snapped up and slapped against his belly. Debra gazed
at it thirstily, then thought better of it. Plenty of
time for that. Timmy was now her sex slave, and she
let vague and wild plans dance through her head as she
looked at his adolescent form sprawled on the ground
between her thighs. She delightedly bounced her knees
together a few times and smiled. She felt her son's
discharge begin to seep out of her blood filled labia,
and decided to do something about it.
She rolled forward, sat on Timmy's thighs, and then
crawled up his body, leaving a trail of cunt lube and
boy splooge from his hip to his chest. Debra planted a
knee on either side of her son's ears, and said,
"Open wide, baby, mommy has something for you."
As Timmy opened his eyes and blinked at the sight of
his mother's cum-filled cunt lowering down on his
face, he silently thanked his biology teacher, Mrs.
Hornbeck, who'd patiently taught him everything he
knew about pleasing a woman. He kissed his mother's
wide open sex and worked to swallow the copious load
of his own cum mixed with pussy juice and nearly wept
for joy.


 	 


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