Come here.” She pulled me close to her face and began kissing me again. When she had cleaned up, she reached down and wiped the remaining cum off my...cock, even squeezing some out of the tip. She playfully sucked it off her finger like a lollipop, then pointed at the kitchen table.”Get that milk and bring it down here.”I did as I was told. I opened the first packet and watched with fascination as my mother began pouring it on one of her beautiful little feet. The white cream splashed and coursed. “Wow, bitch,” Mr Johnson said. “Now this is something I never thought about you.” “Mmm, hmm,” I moaned, my mouth full of his rock hard cock. I rolled the rubber as far as I could, then continued with my hands. “Now please have a seat,” he said. After having his present, I was sure how he meant it. I turned with my back to him, and pressed his cock to the entrance of my ass. “Oh, wait,” I said. I grabbed the little tube of lubricant that had come with the plug, and smeared the last of it. " I sure will." Paul breathed in reply as his eyes followed every contour of my body, "You really look fantastic mum."Perhaps I should have felt at least surprised by my son's reactions to seeing me clad as I was, but I truly felt complimented by his attention. Even more exciting was the hungry look in my husband's eyes, as he looked me up and down, a quick glance showed me the growing bulge of his cock in his trousers. Glancing at my son's crotch I was stunned to see signs of growing life. I begin to rub the tips of my fingers slowly, lightly, sensuously over and over that spot, the pad of my thumb doing the same along your ankle. You flex your toes and gently dig your heel into my thigh in response.With my other hand, I run my thumb up and down the sole, while squeezing and kneading the top and sides with my fingers. My left hand is now traveling up your leg, lightly scratching your lean, muscled calf. You raise your foot just enough to stretch your toes again and rub them.