Mother 2
Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 5:23 am
Another time I remember that still kind of haunts me is one summer, on my birthday, my mother had promised to take me to Six Flags.
At the last minute she was called to have a lunch meeting with some coworkers and her boss that she couldn't miss.
She didn't have a sitter lined up and had to take me with her.
I was so mad about not going to Six Flags and threw a fit while she changed into her dress clothes.
She wore a loose black blouse, short white skirt, and thigh high tan stockings.
Plus a pair of black high heeled slides with a little bow on the toe of each.
Her toes were painted a clear coat.
I went along to the dinner pouting and whining the whole way and no matter how much she apologized I would not forgive her.
Her coworkers were seated at the table when we got to the small Japanese restaurant and I was forced to sit at the end while my mother sat directly opposite me.
I refused to order anything out of spite so my mother ordered for me and kept tapping my shin with the toe of her shoe.
"Stop it", I said.
"Sweetie don't be mad, we'll go to Six Flags another day."
"Today's my birthday though, you promised."
"I'll make it up to you honey."
"No." I said.
My mother's unbroken smile annoyed me and it was then while glaring at her I heard the sound of her shoes drop to the floor and with a wink she slid her toes up my leg and onto my upper thigh.
I choked on the water I'd been sipping and began coughing.
My mother stuck out her lower lip and said, "Ooh honey are you okay?"
Her toes brushing against my zipper.
I hunched over as she slid her foot up against my groin and adjusted it until her toes rested against the head of my rising cock.
"Better sweetie" see cooed.
"Yes mom" my voice cracked.
For the rest of the lunch my mom talked business with her coworkers while all I could focus on was the feel of her warm foot resting against my groin.
I blushed everytime she spoke to me to see if I wanted anything else and while asking me would apply a gentle pressure with her toes.
"You feeling okay honey." she teased, "you look a little flushed."
Her boss turned to me to ask me how I was liking my first year of high school.
As I spoke mother began to wiggle her toes like she was playing a piano and the sensitive spots right by the head of my penis was the keys.
I stammered out all I could about gym glass and band practice as mother watched me with a look of concern.
"Sweetie," she cooed while tracing a circle with her toe, "does my wittle baby feel okay?"
The baby talk voice send a warm tingling through me.
"I'm okay," I said my voice cracking again.
Her boss continued to make small talk with me as mother worked her toes faster and I became more flustered.
The faster she went the more I began to shake in my chair and I had to hold on to my sides.
At this point other people at the table began to notice me and I started sweating.
"Honey," mother pouted, "are you sure you're feeling all right?"
At this point I was ready to explode and she rubbed the head of my cock with the ball of her foot up and down.
But the check had come and before I could finish everyone began to get up from the table.
My mother gave me a pout as I felt her foot leave my lap.
"Wait Jason would you like a piece of cake maybe?"
I choked out a yes as mother slid her foot back onto my crotch and massaged me with her toes.
"Yes please," my voice cracked.
"It is your birthday so you may as well sit and finish a piece of cake before we leave," she winked at me.
As her coworkers bade us farewell she motioned for the waiter to return to the table and asked him what deserts were available.
She wiggled her toes relentlessly and I was overwhelmed with the feelings as my penis was rock hair and my balls welled up.
The waiter listed off the various cakes they had while mother did not let up on her wonderous tickling.
"Honey," said in a flinty voice,"Do you know what you want?"
I mumbled chocolate cake to the waiter hoping he would leave before I sweat anymore.
"Jason, are you sure you're okay?"
At this point mother worked her toes under the head of my penis while bringing her other foot and brushing my calf under my pants legs and I just exloded in my pants.
"I hope you didn't make a mess honey," mother laughed.
"Happy birthday."
At the last minute she was called to have a lunch meeting with some coworkers and her boss that she couldn't miss.
She didn't have a sitter lined up and had to take me with her.
I was so mad about not going to Six Flags and threw a fit while she changed into her dress clothes.
She wore a loose black blouse, short white skirt, and thigh high tan stockings.
Plus a pair of black high heeled slides with a little bow on the toe of each.
Her toes were painted a clear coat.
I went along to the dinner pouting and whining the whole way and no matter how much she apologized I would not forgive her.
Her coworkers were seated at the table when we got to the small Japanese restaurant and I was forced to sit at the end while my mother sat directly opposite me.
I refused to order anything out of spite so my mother ordered for me and kept tapping my shin with the toe of her shoe.
"Stop it", I said.
"Sweetie don't be mad, we'll go to Six Flags another day."
"Today's my birthday though, you promised."
"I'll make it up to you honey."
"No." I said.
My mother's unbroken smile annoyed me and it was then while glaring at her I heard the sound of her shoes drop to the floor and with a wink she slid her toes up my leg and onto my upper thigh.
I choked on the water I'd been sipping and began coughing.
My mother stuck out her lower lip and said, "Ooh honey are you okay?"
Her toes brushing against my zipper.
I hunched over as she slid her foot up against my groin and adjusted it until her toes rested against the head of my rising cock.
"Better sweetie" see cooed.
"Yes mom" my voice cracked.
For the rest of the lunch my mom talked business with her coworkers while all I could focus on was the feel of her warm foot resting against my groin.
I blushed everytime she spoke to me to see if I wanted anything else and while asking me would apply a gentle pressure with her toes.
"You feeling okay honey." she teased, "you look a little flushed."
Her boss turned to me to ask me how I was liking my first year of high school.
As I spoke mother began to wiggle her toes like she was playing a piano and the sensitive spots right by the head of my penis was the keys.
I stammered out all I could about gym glass and band practice as mother watched me with a look of concern.
"Sweetie," she cooed while tracing a circle with her toe, "does my wittle baby feel okay?"
The baby talk voice send a warm tingling through me.
"I'm okay," I said my voice cracking again.
Her boss continued to make small talk with me as mother worked her toes faster and I became more flustered.
The faster she went the more I began to shake in my chair and I had to hold on to my sides.
At this point other people at the table began to notice me and I started sweating.
"Honey," mother pouted, "are you sure you're feeling all right?"
At this point I was ready to explode and she rubbed the head of my cock with the ball of her foot up and down.
But the check had come and before I could finish everyone began to get up from the table.
My mother gave me a pout as I felt her foot leave my lap.
"Wait Jason would you like a piece of cake maybe?"
I choked out a yes as mother slid her foot back onto my crotch and massaged me with her toes.
"Yes please," my voice cracked.
"It is your birthday so you may as well sit and finish a piece of cake before we leave," she winked at me.
As her coworkers bade us farewell she motioned for the waiter to return to the table and asked him what deserts were available.
She wiggled her toes relentlessly and I was overwhelmed with the feelings as my penis was rock hair and my balls welled up.
The waiter listed off the various cakes they had while mother did not let up on her wonderous tickling.
"Honey," said in a flinty voice,"Do you know what you want?"
I mumbled chocolate cake to the waiter hoping he would leave before I sweat anymore.
"Jason, are you sure you're okay?"
At this point mother worked her toes under the head of my penis while bringing her other foot and brushing my calf under my pants legs and I just exloded in my pants.
"I hope you didn't make a mess honey," mother laughed.
"Happy birthday."
