I wondered, for how long my dear boy was doing that. I was in a daze I guess. That particular musky scent, that was just mesmerizing. I couldn't help ...nd found myself completely turned on. It had been years since I haven't had a sex. That was really crazy. I really felt guilty about my thoughts. I was imagining about my son. That was not right. But then I remembered that how I used to fantasize about my mother when I was a teen. It was apparent that Max is. I shouldn't have been so easily manipulated. Yes, Lisa was cunning, but I had known her long enough that I should have been forewarned. Perhaps it was just plain idiocy on my part, and thinking back, I can't help but feel that is my only excuse.But first things first.Nothing would have happened that day if I hadn't stumbled across that site on the Internet over the holidays. Up until then, I had been a completely normal girl, at least mostly, living for the next party and dreaming of good. As she sat on the edge of the tub and I sat at her feet, I unbuckled the straps of her sandals and slipped them off of her tiny feet. I could not resist a little toe worship and ran my nose and tongue slowly up each of her soft slightly wrinkled soles. As my nose reached the toes of her right foot and I recognized the familiar scent of my pussy. Her toes on my pussy at lunch had been so erotic and now I got to enjoy that memory while cleaning away my juices from her toes. Jeannie stood and I. But this was different; a new territory for me. “You feel good?” I asked. “Shit yeah” “You look like you’ve had fun” I said. “Uh huh. Fucking great orgasm. You were excellent” “So were you” I said. “Your body is amazing” “So is yours” she said. I poked my breasts forward towards her. “So, you like these?” “Yeah. Great tits. You’ve got the best nipples” I leaned forward and dragged them both over her tits, then swung them and slapped her in the face. She laughed like a.