See what Mom is up to

I could take a guess as to where mom would be. Or more specifically where Delta would have mom. It was certainly odd how mom's version of this weird energy was so hyper fixated on one pair of feet. I noticed all the girls seemed to like me worshipping their feet the most out of everything, but mom definitely wouldn't be able to choose between me and Della's feet it seemed.

Neither Della nor mom were in the common area, so I went into Della's room. I was vindicated in my guess, as when I entered I saw Della sitting at her desk studying for a final she had tomorrow while mom laid beneath her offering her face as a footrest.

Della turned to me as I entered. "Not gonna knock?" She asked.

Woops. "I forgot." I said.

She smiled. "No worries. Keeps me on my toes."

"Speaking of your toes." I said. "I'd like to take your footrest for awhile." I gestured at Mom who had been silent since I walked in.

Della looked under her desk. "I kinda forgot she was there." She lightly kicked mom in the side. "Hey! Crawl out from there, you're wanted elsewhere." She said.

Mom seemed to reluctantly leave Della's side, longingly gazing at her pale feet as she left them behind. Della waved at us as we turned to leave. "Have fun. Also I want some time alone with you as repayment later." Della said.

I chuckled. "That's not a problem." Della smiled.

I grabbed mom by her hand and left the room. Once I closed the door, an interesting phenomenon occured. Mom seemed to leave her daze as soon as Della's feet were out of sight. She finally looked at me and smiled. "Where are we going?" She asked.

"I wanted some alone time with you." I said. "I figured my room."

"Ok." She said. She then took the lead and led me by the hand to my room. She seemed excited. "When I'm in front of those feet I'm never happier," she said as she pushed the door to my room open, "but it's freeing to well, be free, of them for awhile. I haven't been able to think straight all day with her ordering me to stay at them." Despite griping, she had a smile on her face as she recalled her time with Della's feet.

"It's like you're a different person now that you're in a different room from her." I smiled.

"I said it to you earlier. Her feet do that to me." She said. "But now it's like the fog is lifted." As she spoke she sat on my bed and dramatically crossed her legs. "And I know what I want. Will my good boy kneel for me?" She asked sweetly.

I chuckled. She really was different now that Della wasn't around. But if she thought that after all my experience today she could so easily dominate me then she had another thing-

"Kneel." She spoke in the mom tone which brokered no argument. My body moved faster than my mind, as I found myself on my knees in front of her. She smiled down at me. "That's a good boy. Now pull down your pants so mommy can see your cock, ok?"

I shuddered as she called me a good boy. It wasn't just the contrast between her before Della and her now, but that it was mom. I had fantasized about her feet specifically probably more than anyone else in my life. As I slid my pants down to around my knees mommy giggled. "My little boy isn't so little anymore. He got so big more mommy." She said as she lightly teased my cock with her big toe. Immediately, I was throbbing.

As I was about to make a move to progress us past just me kneeling in front of her, mom seemed to catch on to my intentions. Before I could rise up, her other foot was on my face, pressing me down. "Good boys don't defy their mommies." She said. I was beginning to realize that with mommy's age came experience. She knew what she was doing as she confidently teased my penis while pressing her sole to my face. "Is my good boy going to help clean mommy's soles?" She teased. I needed no further invitation. I began licking her sole with fervor. She chuckled. "Good boy." I felt my cock spill precum just from the lightest touch of her big toe while I slurped on her meaty heel.

I completely understood at this point how mom would become a different person around Della. It wasn't just her feet. It was the way she carried herself. The way she crushed any resistance before I could muster it.

Eventually, I had enough of her completely controlling me, and I gripped the ankle of the foot on my face rising from my knees while continuing to lick her pillowy soles. I was trying to make her lay back so I could fuck her, but before I made any progress, I felt pain that made me double over. She kicked my balls!

"Careful son." She smiled at me as I fell back to my knees. She used one foot to lift my chin to look at her. "I don't want to end my bloodline. But if you keep being a bad boy, mommy will keep having to punish you." I felt my penis twitch again.

Mommy smirked. "It seems my pervert son likes being punished." She said. "But he keeps thinking about sticking his pervert peepee in his mommy." She began to more firmly stroke my throbbing cock with her toes. "Mommy doesn't think you've earned that right." She smiled evilly while rapidly stroking my penis.

"Please." I said between licks of her sole. "I wanna fuck mommy." I said.

"Hmmm.. it's hard for mommy to deny baby when he asks like that." She said. "I'll tell you what: if you can last one minute, mommy will let you fuck her."

My eyes lit up. "Deal!"

No sooner had I said that than mommy began her full ****. She moved her foot in ways that seemed perfectly maximized to bring out the pleasure I felt. It was incredible, but I was determined to hold out and finally be able to stick my dick in her.

Mommy's toes danced across my cock, sending shivers down my spine. Her big toe grazed the tip, and I bit my lip, fighting the urge to come. She chuckled, clearly enjoying my struggle. "Thirty seconds, baby," she whispered, her voice husky and confident. Her foot moved in a circular motion, the heel pressing against my balls, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me.

I focused on the sensation of her sole in my mouth, the salty taste and the gentle curves of her foot. I licked and sucked, trying to distract myself from the intense pleasure building in my cock. But mommy's foot was relentless, stroking and teasing me with expertise. I closed my eyes to try and meditate myself away from the situation and last longer, but this was a bad idea. Without my sight, my body automatically focused on the inputs I could receive, namely the stimulation on my cock, the taste of her foot, and the smell of her foot.

I immediately felt myself throbbing. I wasn't sure if I could make it. "Ten seconds baby." Mom called as she moved her foot on my cock even faster.