Okay, I was a pushover.As we watched TV, Emili plopped her feet onto my lap. I smiled at her and she smiled back. She knew I loved feet, but as I've...stated, it never really ventured past a simple foot rub. When I was done rubbing, the feet went away. Had I expressed a few times that I'd like the foot rubs to venture into a more sexual nature? Probably. But as I've stated, I'm a pushover. I continued rubbing Emili's feet. Her's were wide, a little chubby, which led to meaty soles. They. I was so beautiful that I think I would make myown wife jealous. I mean look at me, I have long flowing blonde hair, Ihave a great looking ass, and I have boobs big enough that if I were stilla man I would suck them dry, but now I had a dilemma. How was I going toget out of here without anyone seeing me? I took a look out the door andsaw that I had a straight shot out the door and I remembered that my tablewas at the other end so I knew my wife wouldn't see me. So, I timed itjust right and I. "You're not doing a verygood job of answering questions tonight. Or maybe your penis is doing theanswering. Do you want me to jack off your dick or not?" My voice actually sounded squeaky at the astounding nature of this littlelate-night rendezvous. "Sh-sh-sure, Momxif you really want to." Mom trilled her little laugh again and put her hand on my cock, holdingit gently through the knit fabric of my shorts. She began to just tenderlyfondle it at first, then to pull and grasp it more firmly. Soon. I helped with the button and he dropped my zipper. I was as hard as a rock by now. Tom reached into my underwear and found my thick seven incher. "Holy fuck, Pete." He started to stroke me. After a bit, I started pulling down my pants and undies; Tom pulled down the other side and my stiffy popped up. Tom looked, moaned a little and reached for my cock. When he touched me, I had a rush of pleasure and my dick throbbed. Now I could feel a lump in his pants where he pressed against me. .