Nope!

Sally let out one great yelp and straightened her both her legs. I couldn't move as her foot left my mouth.

I laid there trying to compose myself. Embarrassed with cum in my shorts again. Breathing heavy, I gazed up at Sally.

She smiled at me. "Thank you. That was a marvelous massage. You could be a professional masseuse."

I was so relieved that she didn't know I came by rubbing against her foot.

She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on my forehead. She giggled and got up.

I went to my room and clean myself again.

The rest of the day proceeded as if nothing happened.

The following day, Sally asked for another foot massage about mid-day.

Again I washed and oiled her feet. I sucked on them. Kissed them. Worshiped them. Always ended with me making her cum with my tongue licking her feet or my mouth sucking her toes. She was always so focused in her pleasure that she again didn't notice me rubbing myself against her other foot.

This went on for days. She requested a daily massage.

Even when my dad came back. Sally told him that I had a great talent for massaging. My dad grunted and smiled, "At least you two are getting along." The he kissed her passionately and a tinge of jealousy reared its ugly head.

At least my dad didn't mind me giving her daily foot massages. Both her and my dad had no idea, I was using her foot to masturbate my cock.

This went on for several weeks. My dad would work in his office and I'd help Sally "relax" with my "magic touch."

My dad was gone on another business trip when Sally let me know I was using her foot for my pleasure.

I started rubbing and sucking her foot when she asked me to move.

"Lay sideways when you start kissing my feet," Sally asked nicely.

I did and kept my hardening cock away from her. I didn't want to embarrass her and have her think I was a pervert.

"Silly boy, slide closer," she smirked. She gave me a knowing look.

"You're quite mature for you age and I'm no fool," move your dick closer to my foot as you suck my foot.

Blushing, I did. Sally giggled.

Then I felt her foot rub against my cock. Her touch was light but definite. She was purposely jerking me off with her foot. I kissed and sucked and licked more intensely then before. Sally enjoyed it immensely. I could tell because she told me.

Again her hands were between her legs as I worshiped her feet and she made me cum with her foot so masterly arousing me and making me cum.

This time when I went to get up to clean myself she stopped me.

She cleaned me with a warm damp cloth she had stashed to the side.

"I won't tell your dad if you don't," she whispered.

"But you're my step-mom. Well, you will be," I choked as she continued cleaning me.

"Hey, we're not having sex, are we? And any good mother would clean up their child, right?"

It made sense to me, or maybe I was just rationalizing it, but we weren't hurting anybody.

When she finished, she kissed my forehead in a motherly fashion.

This continued daily.

Sally could make me get a hard on just by showing me her bare feet each day. Instead of porn, I was looking at pictures of feet online. I was beginning to obsess about feet.

Sally knew it too.