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As casually as possible you drop your hands beside you in the booth, and slowly move them to your lap, where you can feel your hard cock thrusting against your jeans. You decide to tell Ellen’s mother everything, and don’t lie, but fudge, not revealing that you’re going to the U, and not Widley. Ellen rewards you with a quick smile, and a wink for not giving her mother any excuse to stay for a longer chat. As the three of you are talking, you notice Amy giving you a sideways glance, and then a kind of smirking look as she noticed your hands in your lap.

The foot meanwhile had been slowly rubbing up and down your calf and shin, well out of reach. However, after a few minutes, the conversation moved from Widley and dorm life to the latest movies out that weekend. You watched mother and daughter closely, looking for any clue that might lead you to discover who’s foot was gliding over your leg. You watched but without success, and when the foot moved up past your knee. You sprang into action, and quickly but discreetly you took it in your hands.

Neither mother or daughter’s facial expression revealed anything. The foot pushed gently against you, and taking a risk, you pulled the foot between your legs and pushed it against your stiff hard on. As you did, you pressed yourself next to the edge of the table, hopefully preventing Amy from seeing exactly what you were doing. The toes of the foot flexed over your cock, kneading it , and then the foot slowly moved up and down the length of your cock while you still held it in your hands. It felt wonderful, and as mother or daughter moved the foot over your stiff member, Amy leaned over and whispered into your ear,

“What are you doing, jacking off or something? You better quit whatever it is, cause Ellen’s mom is gonna say something if you don’t” The redhead then quickly returned to her previous position.

Realizing Amy was right, your gripped the foot more tightly in your hands enjoying the feel of the nylon clad extremity in your hands, then slowly and deliberately, you ran a finger back and forth beneath the arch of the foot, as you watched Ellen and her mother. And then, Ellen’s mother giggled at what would have otherwise been an inappropriate moment, and locked eyes with you as you released her foot. Ellen gave her mother a puzzled look, but continued talking.

Ellen’s mom had been playing footsie with you, and she’d had her foot pressed against your cock. She gave you a brief smile as she turned towards her daughter. She’d enjoyed it. You turned towards Amy, and the redhead gave you a knowing look, as if she knew exactly what was going on. You let go of Eileen’s foot, and placed your hands back on the table.

“So Mom, you’ll be heading back home after dinner then? Scott and Amy and I do have plans after all” Ellen said to her mother.

Eileen Clarke fished into her purse, and pulled out a tube of lipstick, and began to apply it to her full, sensuous lips, the same lips that her daughter Ellen had inherited from her. As she finished she looked once more at you with a hint of mischief in her eye and said.