M Jacobs - Mom_s naughty urge

"Don't you have a track meet tomorrow after school, Jon?" she asked, her hand resting lightly on her knee.

"Yeah, Mom," Jon replied, knowing that they were about to be sent off to bed.

"Have you done your homework, Bob?" she asked.

"Uh-huh," he said.

"And you, Rob?" she asked.

"Didn't have any," he said.

Rob assumed that she was going to send Bob and Jon up to bed so that she could get it on with him again. Just the thought of the wild things she probably had in mind for him made him dizzy with excitement. He fidgeted nervously in anticipation of the mind-boggling fucking and sucking that he knew was soon to come.

"It's getting late, boys," Jessica said. "Why don't you go on to bed now?"

Bob and Jon protested slightly, but stood up eventually and started to leave the room. Rob remained seated next to his mother on the sofa. His dick was already stiff in his pants.

"Rob, I think you'd better go off to bed too," she smiled.

"But Mom! I thought…"

"Off to bed now. You need your sleep. Bob, why don't you stay with me for a minute or two. I'd like to discus something with you," she called, stopping her son in his tracks.

Rob and Jon went upstairs and Bob sat down beside his mother. He tried to think of anything he might have done wrong lately. When she sent his brothers off to bed and wanted to talk to him by himself it was usually something pretty grim. He had broken a window with a baseball, but that had been three weeks ago and he had already gotten chewed out for that. Unable to think of anything to apologize for, he resigned himself to waiting for the bad news. He had no idea at the time that the only news she had for him was good indeed. In fact, he was in for the experience of his life.

Jessica didn't say anything to her son for awhile. Instead she moved closer to him on the sofa until her warm fragrant body was within touching distance. The lovely woman crossed her legs and nonchalantly pushed her dress up past her knee, exposing her honey-tanned legs. She put her hand lightly on her knee and waited for her son to catch a glimpse of her daringly exposed leg.

Bob caught sight of her all right. He wasn't exactly looking at her, but he saw her raise her dress out of the corner of his eye. He tried to look straight ahead, pretending to watch television, but in reality his mind was on his mother. Jessica moved her hand up her leg, raising her dress further and further and exposing more and more of her luscious flesh. She knew that her son was noticing her out of the corner of his eye, and also that his head was swimming with confusion and excitement. She had never behaved lewdly in front of him before. She wondered how far she could go with her teasing before it became too much for the impressionable teen.

Bob couldn't believe hi eyes. His mother was actually raising her dress way up past her knee. He tried to look away, but it was no use. He could even see up her dress all the way to her panties. He began to squirm a little. His throat was dry as cotton. His heart was racing. It was strange to him, the confusion of feelings he was experiencing. It was almost as if he were having a wet dream that would end in an ejaculation into his sheet. But this was no dream. What was she doing, and why? Didn't sir know that he could see her exposing her legs? She was so close to him that he could reach out and touch her. Mothers just didn't do things like that in front of their kids.

"Bob," Jessica said in a soft voice.

"Uh-huh, Mom," Bob rasped, still not daring to look directly at his beautiful mother.

"Will you do something for me?" she smiled, knowing by the way he was fidgeting that she was really getting to him.

"Sure Mom," he managed to say, hoping that whatever she wanted him to do for her would get him out of the room for awhile.

"Would you take off my shoes for me?" she asked. "My feet are so hot and tired."

"T-take your shoes off?" he said, swallowing nervously.

"That's right, Bob. Would you mind?" she asked in a honeyed voice.

Bob reached out almost blindly and found one of her feet with his trembling hand. He jerked his hand away involuntarily when he felt her warm flesh. Touching his mother under these circumstances was awfully difficult for him. He hesitated a second and then grabbed her shiny black shoe, tugging at it without daring to look at her foot.

"You'll have to unfasten the strap first, Bob," she said with a knowing smile, realizing that she was making him nervous as hell.

Bob fumbled with the thin, strap but was unable to unfasten it without looking at her foot. He knew that he would be able to see all the way up between her legs if he let himself. Bob was terribly afraid that I would get a hard-on. He was already beginning to feel his nuts heating up. His dick was quivering slightly, getting ready to rise at any minute. He didn't dare let his cock get hard in front of his mother. What if he saw it sticking out in his pants? What would she think of him? He would never be able to look her in the eye again. She couldn't possibly know that she was having such a devastating effect upon him. Or could she?

"You're not getting anywhere that way, Bob," Jessica smiled, watching her nervous son fumbling with her shoe. "Why don't you kneel on the floor? That way you can see what you're doing more easily."

Bob did as she suggested, kneeling on the floor in front of her. He managed somehow to look at her feet long enough to unfasten her leather straps. He removed her shoes as quickly as possible, dropping them in his nervousness. He couldn't help looking up her dress all the way to her black lace panties. He blinked when he saw her crotch, barely covered as it was with her nearly transparent panties.

"That's much better, Bob," Jessica purred. "Would you do something else for me? Would you massage my feet for me? I've been working so much lately. I've only been doing housework and shopping but I feel as if I've walked a hundred miles. It would relax me so beautifully if you do it for me, darling." She smiled down at her handsome son with ever increasing passion glowing in her mysterious eyes.

"But… I… I don't know how. I mean… uh… what should I do, Mom?" he stammered, looking down at the floor, his heart pounding, his cock beginning to harden in his pants.

"Just take one of my feet in your hands, lover," she said. "Take one foot in your hands and stroke it gently. Be brave, darling. You might even enjoy it. My feet are warm and soft. I'm sure you'll like holding them."

Bob swallowed hard and reached up to take her foot in his hands. He felt the warmth of her body through the transparent nylons she was wearing. He felt his hands shaking uncontrollably as he stroked his mother's foot. The warmth of her foot seemed to soak into his hand and go straight to his balls. He heard his beautiful mother sigh with pleasure as he gently but nervously squeezed and rubbed her foot.

"That's so nice, Bob darling. It makes me feel all warm and comfortable. Would you mind doing the other foot, dear?"

Bob still couldn't manage to let himself look up at her face. If he did he would have to look between her lovely legs and see the mound of her barely concealed pussy. He didn't dare let himself stare between her legs at the secret part of her that no son was supposed to see.

Jessica seethed with desire as her son dutifully removed her other shoe and began massaging her foot. She uncrossed her leg and let it rest on the plush carpet. She felt so relaxed and warm all the way from her toes to the nest of her cunt that she couldn't resist opening her legs a bit. It was enough to make her son gasp.

"What's the matter, Bob?" she asked, enjoying the powerful effect she was having on her son.

"Nothing, Mom! Honest!" the exited and confused kid choked.

Jessica spread her legs wider apart, thrilling to the power she had over her bay. Her cunt was warming more and more by the second, as the fire of lust spread over her. She dared to reach down and pull her dress up all the way to her waist. There could be no doubt in he son's mind now that she was displaying her secret treasures for his benefit.