“Mom!” Emmett gasped, feigning shock even though hearing his mother say ‘fuck’ made his cock jump into even greater rigidity.
“You’re almost nineteen,” Sarah pointed out. “You can swear in front of me.”
Emmett said, “If you say so, then what the hell.”
“I do say so my dear,” Sarah said, trying to steer this into a conversation between two adults and not their typical mother and son relationship. She then revealed, “I chose red.”
“Why?” Emmett asked, even though that would be his choice too. Blue is rather bland and although off black is a nice in-between colour, he preferred black.
“It’s sexy,” Sarah answered. “Don’t you agree?”
“Indeed,” Emmett nodded, even though he’d never actually seen a woman wearing red stockings in real life… only in porn.
“Would a woman in red nylons turn you on?” Sarah asked, as she moved her right foot so it was now resting directly on his hard cock, although acting as if she didn’t notice.
Emmett couldn’t believe how brazen his mother was becoming… so brazen as to not only rest her foot directly on his cock, but also her legs were in such a position that he had a clear view of her panties … her pussy lips even visible ever so slightly through the translucent fabric. By this time Emmett’s cock was as hard as it was ever going to get, but it still jerked a couple of times against his mother’s ankle, and he felt some precum beginning to ooze out.
Sarah felt her son’s hard cock flexing and she noticed a spot of moisture dampening his sweats right beside her foot. She also noticed her son staring fixedly between her legs. Damn! She should have taken her panties off before she’d gotten home. Instead, she saw the candy canes on the table and a wicked idea formed. She reached for a candy cane on the table and unwrapped it as she repeated, “Would a woman in red nylons turn you on, Emmett?”
“What? Um, yeah, definitely,” Emmett nodded, pulling out of his trance.
“I have a sexy red lingerie set upstairs that’s only missing a pair of sheer nylons to go with it,” Sarah continued, wanting to prompt her son’s cock to jump against her foot yet again and get his wet spot to grow even more visible.
Emmett’s cock was uncontrollable as each new vision, each nasty thought, made his cock bounce into his mom’s foot. The wet spot on his crotch was now as large as a quarter. Was his mom aware of it? How could she not be? And if she was, was that a bad thing? He was very close to losing it, but he still wanted his mom to make the first obvious move, although the way his dick was behaving, that might very soon become a mere formality.
Emmett, still trying to remain calm, cool, and in control, even though he was struggling against just burying his face between his mom’s legs, said, “I imagine that would look pretty hot.”
Emmett looked up to see his mother put the candy cane in her mouth. Instantly he wanted to replace the candy cane with something else long and sticky.
Sarah slowly sucked on the candy cane, moving it in and out of her mouth as if it were a cock. She put extra pressure on his cock, feeling its moisture through the fabric as she continued the conversation, “I love dressing in lingerie. Your father says he loves that I look like a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom.”