“I do,” Sarah nodded, patting the couch seat beside her.
Emmett moved to her, sat down and watched as his mother put her nylon-clad legs on his lap, just missing his raging hard-on.
Sarah avoided her son’s cock, wanting instead to try and seduce him with her feet, her legs and perhaps glimpses of her panty-clad crotch, and she now wished that she had gone commando.
Emmett took his mother’s right foot in his hand and was instantly in awe of how silky sheer her stockings were. He knew they were expensive by the fact that she ordered them online, but nothing could have prepared him for this. They were easily the softest, smoothest nylons he’d ever felt. He wondered what they would feel like on his cock or wrapped around his waist as he fucked her.
Sarah let out the softest of moans both because it felt so nice (foot massages always did) and because of who was giving her the massage.
Emmett said, as he slowly massaged her foot, “These are the softest nylons I’ve ever felt.”
Sarah couldn’t help it. She asked, “Even softer than all the MILF hussies you seduce?”
Emmett laughed, even as he questioned, “You jealous?”
Sarah shrugged, trying to remain non-committal, “I didn’t say that.”
Emmett took each toe in his fingers, massaging it individually, as he smiled to himself, ‘But you didn’t deny it either.’
Sarah just relaxed and allowed her son to give her a massage that was even better than her husband’s… who was definitely very good himself. But Emmett didn’t miss a single nerve in her foot from the toes, to the sole to the heel… it was like he was making love to her foot with his hands… it was so fucking sensual that she thought she may have her first ever orgasm that didn’t come from a toy, a finger, a tongue, or a cock… as her pussy burned with desire.
Emmett asked after a good five minutes, as he finally switched to her left foot, “Do you only wear this brand?”
“Yes,” Sarah nodded, “They’re the best and I only wear the best. The only problem is they only come in a few colours.”
“Which ones?” Emmett asked, as he almost drooled over the mocha ones she was currently wearing… easily his favourite colour choice… although in nylon stockings there were no bad colour choices… only bad styles like fishnet or reinforced toe.
“Mocha, tan, black and white,” Sarah answered, before adding, “they’re currently holding an online poll to decide on a new colour.”
“What are the options?” Emmett asked, as he replicated the dedicated attention to every inch of his mother’s other foot, willing to prolong this foot massage until the end of time.
“Red, blue, or off black,” Sarah answered, having voted every day since the voting started two weeks ago.
“What colour did you vote for?” Emmett questioned.
“How do you know I voted?” Sarah questioned.
“I just assumed you would like more variety,” Emmett said, before adding, hinting his cock would be a good change of pace to his father’s, “Variety in everything is always nice.”
“Is that based on all the MILFs you fuck?” Sarah asked bluntly, even using the ‘F’ word.