“Other foot.” Mom asked with a sigh, her eyes closed and utterly relaxed.
I eagerly complied, and after I was done with her other foot, it was all I could do not to beat off and cum on her feet. Instead I set her feet on the couch and made my escape in a half crouching waddle, praying mom would not open her eyes and see my boner threatening to burst through my running shorts.
I set the shower as cold as I could stand it, knowing that there was only one way to escape my dilemma. My only escape lie in pleasuring myself.
But before I let the water rinse my sins away, I rubbed my throbbing cock roughly, hoping to transfer her smell to my cock.
It took only seconds to reach the edge, and when I shot my load, I nearly passed out from the intense orgasm.
Now disgusted with myself, I cleaned up the mess, toweled off and dressed in shorts and t-shirt, giving mom time to use the shower after me.
I was quieter than normal all through dinner, keeping my head down, unable to meet my mother’s gaze, so guilty I felt for the sin I committed.
I wouldn’t volunteer another foot massage for quite some time, and couldn’t be in the same room when mom did yoga anymore.
-To be continued-
