You feel something against your leg

. . . . . . .You feel something against your leg, it's a foot and its sliding its way up your ankle and towards your knee. You look up and Ms Dean and your mum and Ms Dean smiles at you. She winks at you as her foot arrives at your knee. She continues up your thigh ever so slowly. Her foot continues up and has reached your inner thigh and she is now rubbing that.

"So John do you have a girlfriend?" Ms Dean asks.

You clear your throat, "No." You say in a high voice.

"Aww well I am sure a handsome boy like you will find one." Ms Dean says sliding her foot into your crotch. She gives a devilish smile at this point.

Your mum looks over and gives a dirty look to Ms Dean, "Whats with all the questions Natalia?" She asks.

"Noting just making conversation." She says winking at you.

"Anyway, I'm going for a shower, make sure you clear up John." Your mum says, all you do is nod. As you mum leaves you and Ms Dean have both finished dinner, she stares into your eyes as she users her foot to massage your rock hard cock through your trousers.

She stops and stands up taking her plate over towards the sink. She slightly bends over and her short dress rides up her ass so you see some of it. She looks back and smirks. Ms Dean then walks over to you slowly. She walks behind you and bends over so her tits are pressed into the back of your head.

"Tut Tut John, looks like someone didn't finish their vegetables so wont be getting any desert." She says as she places a hand on your crotch. She then moves her head into your ear and whispers, "Make sure you're still awake when I get back, I might just accidently go to the wrong bedroom." She then bites your ear and gives your cock a squeeze before she walks off.

You are now alone, you compose yourself, it takes a while for your cock to go down, you quickly take your plate to the sink and wash up. By the time you've done that your mind turn to Mrs Ivy and what had happened that afternoon in your room, with her jerking you off. 'Will it be weird' You think to yourself.

Your mum walk in just as you put the last dish away. She is wearing a very revealing red dress with ankle boots on. "Oh yeah John, Mrs Ivy asked if you'd rather her come over here or you go over there?" Your mum asks.