..In English that week, she could feel a sexual tension beginning to build between them. She began to tease him. While he was reading or speaking she'... sigh and shake out her hair and lean forward slightly. If eye contact was made she'd wink at him, loving watching him blush. But she didn't want another year of flirting, she wanted to fuck! And right now!Another torturous, flirting week later, Mr.Conner allowed them to have a relaxed day where they were free to work in class or the library on. I came home from work and Fran met me at the door and told me that the k**s were at her mothers and our things were packed and we were ready to go. I asked her about the "protection." She pulled a box of XXL condoms out of here purse. I didn't even know that they had XXL condoms, not that I would ever have had any use for them!She stated that she had bought them the day before and the pharmacist (a female) had asked her what size. Fran asked her what she meant and the pharmacist explained that. She then asked have you ever had a footjob? Not knowing what to say I said uh no. Then she asked would you like one? uh sure mom I muttered. I was in shock was this really happening, I had jerked off so many times dreaming of feeling moms nylon feet rubbing my cock is this real? Mom lifted her head and opened her eyes and said it not going to happen with you pants on. Lifting her feet with one hand I snaked down my pants with the other. I layed her feet back down in my lap and she began slowly. "Domme. A Mistress, capital M. A woman who enjoys to dominate. Google is your friend." Oh. Yes. I think so." Actually I was pretty sure about that. And I wondered why Karin would know what a domme is."Cool." Cool?" Yeah. Cool. Well, depends on how you feel about it, of course." She went on before I could say something. "I'd say you're totally curious, you enjoyed the moments when she took control even when you were embarrassed and you're also not sure what to do."That was a perfectly accurate.