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As Suki sipped and confessed how she felt, her one foot untouched rested heel and sole close to his warm semi aroused cock between his thighs, while he worked slowly on her other foot. Then with her advice for him, he looked deeply into her eyes. "I will, I will pay attention to her, not take her for granted, be there for her, watch her raise my kids...." there was a passion as he spoke in his eyes, before it started to fade. "I am just scared, if I follow in my Dad's footsteps like he wants....." again he let it fade.

He then leaned over her foot, holding it in one hand as he reached for a tumbler. Leaning over like that pressed her other foot into his thick cock, the curve of her foot almost matching the curve of his cock. Trying to act as if he did not notice, he shook his glass asking with his eyes for a glass. He was only 20, but figured she would look past the year away from the legal age in the USA.

Suki took a sip from her glass, "You are not your father Alex. Even if you go into business like him, becomes as successful, or more successful then him, you still aren't him." She glanced down at her feet, watching massage them. It didn't go unnoticed when he leaned forward for a glass, his cock pressing against her foot, the warmth radiating through the silken fabric. She poured him a glass, topping up her own, taking a sip, before she continued. "Only real regret I have, is not finding a way to get pregnant. We tried, but I wonder if we tried hard enough, tried fixing my fertility, and now at 40, it's almost too late to consider."

Alex's cock throbbed slightly against her foot, at the mention of her wanting to get pregnant. It would be the ultimate 'Fuck you' to his Dad if he could succeed where his Dad failed. Not knowing the full background, or reasons. He then sat back and carefully moved her feet back to the ottoman, as he move moved in to sit next to her. The thought of Dinner fading as he drank. He wondered if like him, the booze was hitting an empty stomach, and affecting Suki the same way as it was him. He sat next to her, and put an arm around the back of her neck, in more a comforting way. He let her head rest on his shoulder if she was so inclined to do so. His hand behind her bent at the elbow to caress the top of her head.

"Than you Mom, it means a lot to hear that from you. I never really connected with my real Mom like I did with you, growing up. You seemed more down to earth, someone I could talk to about almost anything..and hope you feel the same way." he wanted to kiss her so bad but just held back for now, he could smell all the soft scents he associated with her. "You know what you need...is a good long weekend with Dad, locked in the bedroom, and screwing nonstop until you are preggers.." he said jokingly not even able to say fucking nonstop to his Step Mom.