Being a good son

****I decided to add a change this ending of this chapter****

The next week was the most the bizarrely normal week of your life. “Mom” woke you each morning her she always did with good morning forehead kiss like she always, on this time she alway wore the loose robe that showed so much cleavage. Randal took even moment he could to off show your mom’s body. He took it upon himself to do some shopping for some lounge wear like yoga pants that show EVERYTHING, crop tops. At least he had the decency to only wear those at home.

After breakfast and showering, he gave you a ride to school like mom always did. This time though he made sure to always ran his finger along your leg causing you so alway hide your boner when you get out of the car. “Have a good day sweetie, make sure to bring me your progress report! I’ll get you something nice if you do good!” He screams from the driver side windows as he drives away laughing. He always took every opportunity to embarrass you and now they he’s mom it’s so much worse! “Dude, your mom had gotten super clingy since the accident. Huh?” “She was scared that she lost here baby! You being a good boy for mommy?” Your classmates tease as you walk in with your head down.

“Randal, I’m home!” I call walking into the kitchen Randal dancing around in skimpy yoga shorts and a sports bra he walks past you, as if you aren’t there “Randal. Randal! Ugh… mommy”

“Oh hi sweetie! I when did you get home! Gimme a hug” Randal has made it a habit of only responding to mommy sometime this week. His twisted mind loving the effect my mom’s body has on me. “So what’s yo dude? How’s everyone handling you being back?” He switches to Randal mode. “Thanks to you everyone’s been teasing me for being mama boy” you say pulling a soda out of the fridge. “Aww but you are my sweet little prevy mama’s boy!”. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say mooooom” you chuckle dropping down in the couch. He hads you a gaming controller, “madden or COD?”.

That night after you two settle in to watch the next episode of your show. “Sweetie, do you mind rubbing my feet?” Your blood runs cold… he wouldn’t. He’s made fun of your feet fetish since for year now. “I…. I dunno” “do you not love mommy?” “…Randal” “sweeetie, I’ve been on my feet all day. You have no idea how much heal hurt” he turns his body towards you leaning against the arm rest. He’s wearing the same short robe as week. “… Randal” “Dude we talked about this! We’re both into this, no one is going to find out no harm no foul. I saw you looking at me painting my toes week” he runs his feet long your leg placing on your lap right on top of your boner. “I can feel how you want this. Making mommy feel better will make you feel better. Come on face me” You to him and he raise his pretty pink toes to you. What’s in front of you is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. Mom’s long legs extended out you giving you a perfect look up her robe. Randal isn’t wearing panties

“…. Randal”

“Randal isn’t here, only mommy. You understand?”

“Y yes mommy”

“You going to rub my feet sweetie?” She wiggles her toes. You take hold of her right foot bring it closer to you. Doing so raise the robe on her thigh, having it dangerously close to show what’s underneath.

“Mmm that feels so good, thank you making mommy feel good” she moans and stretching out her other leg. Her left foot landing on your crotch. “Looks like you like helping mommy feel good, right sweetie?”

“Oh fuck Randall!” She pulls back her foot and pulls down her robe. The disappointment is written only your face, but you realize the twisted game he’s playing so you continue to rub her right foot. After about 10 minutes she pulls back her right foot and lifts her left. You dig you knuckle deep alone her arch which cause her moan loudly.

“Of fuck that good! Right there sweetie!” Her legs slightly reopen giving you a glimpse. Sadly, you continue to be punished as she pulls back her left foot.

“Thank you so much sweetie, I loved that! You love rubbing my feet, don’t you sweetie” she says with her eye locked on the bulge in your shorts. “Looks like you need a massage too”

“…. Mom… please”

“Please what, sweetie?” She say running her toes up your leg to the opening of you’re lose basket back shorts. “Tell mommy what you want. Tell mommy what to do.”