She says yes

Karen raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a teasing smile. "You want to massage my feet? Seriously, Jake?" She chuckled, shaking her head. "That’s kind of weird, don’t you think?"

Jake’s stomach twisted with embarrassment, but he couldn’t back out now. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. "I just… want to help Mom."

Karen rolled her eyes, still amused. "Alright, if you're so eager. But don’t say I didn’t warn you—they’re sweaty. I’ve been on my feet all day."

Without waiting for his response, she kicked off her shoes, and the moment the scent hit Jake, he froze. The sharp, musky smell of sweat filled the air, and instead of being repulsed, he found himself drawn to it. His cock twitched in his pants as the scent washed over him, sending another wave of arousal crashing through his body. The thought of her sweaty feet, the power she held over him—it only made him want to obey more.

Karen lifted her foot toward him, still smirking. "Go ahead, then. If you're really into this." Her voice carried a playful, mocking edge, but that only made it worse. Or better. Jake couldn’t tell anymore.

His hands trembled as he reached for his mothers foot, his fingers brushing against her damp skin. The musky scent of her sweat filled his senses, and instead of pulling away, he leaned in closer, his body responding to the mix of submission and desire. Every movement, every touch felt electric.

Karen watched him closely, her smirk growing as Jake knelt before her, his fingers tentatively massaging her sweaty foot. She raised an eyebrow, noticing the way he hesitated, how his eyes lingered a little too long, how his breathing quickened just slightly. A realization seemed to dawn on her, and her smirk widened, a glint of amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Wow," she said, her voice dripping with mockery, "you really seem to be into this, huh?"