Mom talk

"I've been thinking about your father," She started. She sounded tired, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll leave him like you ordered... But.." She hesitated, her eyes fluttering open to gaze into mine, a mix of sadness and resignation swirling in their depths. My hands continued to massage her feet, my fingers working out the tension in her toes as I waited for her to continue.

Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath, and I could see the weight of her thoughts bearing down on her. "I don't know if I'm ready for this, baby," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.

I continued to deeply massage her feet, my fingers tracing the curves of her toes, the arches of her feet. My mind raced as I tried to come up with the right words to say. I wanted to comfort her, to reassure her that everything would be okay, but I was also scared of what this meant for our relationship. I felt it deep down, I hated the idea of mom staying with Dad. I gently comforted her through the massage. "We will make it through this." I said. "But it's non-negotiable that you leave dad." I didn't dare look at her face as I said this. I could feel her surprise as she tried seemingly tried to see through me.

Mommy looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. I could see the conflict in her gaze, the turmoil of emotions swirling within her. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort.

"I understand," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll talk to him tonight."

As I continued to massage her feet, I could see the tension in her body begin to dissipate, her shoulders relaxing, her chest rising and falling with a deep breath. She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine, and I knew she was trying to process the weight of her decision. I held her gaze, my thumbs pressing into the arches of her feet, trying to offer her comfort. Suddenly, I was inspired. I got a really hot idea.

I felt myself getting weirdly turned on imagining mom leaving dad. I felt myself speak without thinking, "When you leave him... I don't care how long it takes, but before you do.. I want you to condition him to be obsessed with your feet. I want you to get him off with your feet. I want it so that when you leave him, he can only ever get off to pics you send him of your feet.."

As I finished speaking, I felt a strange sensation building inside me, a mix of excitement and nervousness. I couldn't believe I was asking my mom to do something so intimate, so twisted. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel turned on by the idea of my dad being obsessed with her feet. I imagined him, alone in his room, staring at pictures of her toes, his eyes fixed on the curves of her feet. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

Mommy looked at me, her eyes searching mine, as if trying to understand where this was coming from. But she didn't say anything, just nodded slowly, her face an unreadable mask.

Noticing her ****, I decided to sweeten the pot. I knew just the thing. "Anytime you get dad off with your feet, anytime you make progress towards growing his obsession.. You can command Della to send you one picture of her feet in whatever pose you want." I offered.

Mommy's eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and intrigue as I finished speaking. She looked at me with a calculating gaze, as if weighing the possibilities of my offer. I noticed the dazed look she always had around Della make a return before her expression cleared and she had a wide smile. Her eyes lingered on mine for a moment, before she slowly nodded.

"Alright, baby," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I'll make sure to... encourage your father's obsession." She paused, her smile growing wider. "And I'll definitely make sure to collect my rewards from Della."

She pulled her feet away from my lap, and I felt a sudden chill run down my spine as the warmth of her skin was replaced by the cool air of the room. "Your sister and I will now be going back home tomorrow," she said, her voice firm and resolute, as if she had finally made up her mind about something. Now that she had set her mind on it, she was determined to go through with her plan to pervert my father. I could see the steely glint in her eye, and I knew that she would stop at nothing to achieve her goal. I was amazed at how motivated Della's feet made her.

"I'm going to take a shower." She said, before bundling some clothes together. As I watched her strut out the door, still naked. I stayed there. I was replaying the conversation we just had, and imagining dad **** for mom's feet even as she leaves him for her son, I was super turned on. I needed to find someone to help me with this, and fast.