I sniffed at her feet and wanked off for her, looking into her eyes as I worshipped her sweaty blue socks.With the smell of her feet now firmly in my ...ose, she dropped her legs and put them on either side of my cock. I instinctively placed my cock between her beautiful socked feet and pushed them together, her arches squeezing my cock. She held the underside of her thighs for extra support and commenced with a slow footjob on my boner.This was heaven, my first sockjob. It was 2004, I had never. My dad left before I was born and I don't even know his name. My mom has no family so it is just me and her. I never had no friends, because of mom's job we moved around a lot, so it was impossible to make friends and have connections. Mom had me at 17 so she had to grow up real quick. As a single mother with no family, I have to say she was an incredible mother. She always made sure I was taken care of. She always bought me whatever I needed.When I was younger my mom asked me if I liked any. I looked back at my neglected bagel for a moment but glanced up again when I heard her move. She reached under her breasts to adjust her bra, her arms straining to lift her chest and fix the fabric beneath them. She jiggled everywhere as she heaved her chest twice and slid things into place, and then glanced up to catch me staring a third time, noting me with the same brief but knowing glance as before. My embarrassment was overwhelming this time and I quickly looked down to grab my coffee,. The fighting had ended. The Triple-A's were beaten decisively. The last two of the Six were killed in the assault. Their leadership gone and under our fierce attack, surrendering had become the norm for their men. No women were armed nor did they fight. Some were killed or wounded in our attack. We found out why. The men used most of these dead women as shields in the fighting.We had seventy-three men and one hundred six women alive and prisoner. We did not save many of the wounded Triple-A men.