Who Won Who Over?
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Who won who over?
A story on how a Son won his Mother over. Or was it the other way around?
I suppose this story could have been written in a more romantic way but my mind is dark and bitter. Contains Mom-Son Incest, Foot Worship, Watersports, Scatplay and Cuckold.
English is not my mother tongue so don’t criticize me on that. I put the main ingredients. Put your better vocabulary and imagination into play. Enjoy!
Friday June 15th, 08:00 AM. Mansion.
“Mom?! Am I seeing right?? We’re not going to your stupid Law Firm, you know.
You chose a business suite for our three-day drive?? Are you serious? Along with those ugly formal shoes? What the fuck?! Aren’t your pretty feet already sweating in there?”
“Watch your tone when you speak to me young man!! Should I remind you that we are taking this trip, for your most important day of your life? Your Father and I are already furious about the weeks you let pass without lifting a finger! Now we are running against the clock to catch the last day of Admissions. THE LAST DAY for crying out loud.”
“Exactly mom. We’re driving to the university to get me enrolled, and you think I want to be seen with such a stuck-up mother, like the one in front of me?
I will be laughed at, the second we arrive. Plus, there’s no more room for your stuff in my sports car.”
“And you’re telling me this now?”
“Relax mom. I know precisely what would look good on you… (entering her wardrobe) …THERE!! You always look gorgeous with this!”
“Are you out of your mind? You want me to come to your admissions day wearing my spaghetti strap summer dress?? I occasionally wear this around the pool or inside our home when it’s melting hot outside!!
No, no, it’s too short. People will be able to see my thighs in this!”
“You have beautiful legs mom. I’ll turn the other way around. Put it on.
Unless you want me to call dad in Switzerland and tell him why we didn’t go for my enrollment.”
“You are indeed crazy Billy. Sometimes I have doubts you’re even my son!”
“Tik Tok Tik Tok mommy”.
(Proceeds putting on the spaghetti strap summer dress)
“Shut up! …There! OK? Satisfied? And what about my shoes you wise guy? Should I come with my home slippers I always wear with this dress??”
“I know just the right… … (searching her foot rack) … …Oh yes! These babies are the ones I was looking for!”
“Ok, NOW I know for certainty that you are crazy!!”
“Pretty feet belong in pretty Flip Flops. Here, let me help you put them on.”
“It’s the second time you call my feet pretty! Are you having a brain seizure or something?”
“Tik Tok Tik Tok mommy. Come on, let’s go, we are running late.”
SUCCESS!! I don’t know how, but I did it!!
If it’s not already obvious, I have an unhealthy obsession for my mom. And an even bigger obsession for her feet. Feelings that grew exponentially by each passing year. But more on that later.
For now, let me help you draw a picture of my mother.
Imagine the most beautiful 38-year-old woman on the planet. Simple as that!!
And now imagine her wearing the cutest spaghetti strap summer dress, showing the most amazing bare legs you have ever seen in your life. A dress that sways with every small breeze of air. And the cherry on top? Sexy Flip flops on her sexy mature feet. An outfit only 20-year-old models dare to wear.
More easily than anticipated, I managed to dress her up to my dark fantasies. But the biggest obstacle still lies ahead of me. To make the woman who gave birth to me, my private sex-doll.
To achieve my goal, I plan to drive through rural backroads, rest at filthy Truck-stops, sleep at the most disgusting Motels ever, steadily breaking her character and intellect down to a stupid bimbo’s level.
(…aaahh… be silent everyone! …Can you hear it?
All my fellow foot lovers know what I’m talking about. One of the most seductive sounds on earth.
A sound so powerful it makes you turn your head towards it, no matter what you do! …f… fl…fli…flo…flip…flop…FLIP…FLOP…FLIP…FLOP)
“BILLY! Wake up! Why are you looking at my feet? Did I step on mud?”
“No mom, they are just so damn pretty.”
“What? My feet?! Get in the car you psycho. I don’t know what game you are playing but I will not fall for it. … (opens the side door) … Oh goodness me! You weren’t lying about the space in the car! I can’t even get my seat back.”
“When you get tired let me know and I’ll figure something out. “
As I speed my sportscar down our private driveway towards the gates of our Mansion, I let out a crazy cry of enthusiasm.
“I’m ready for the new chapter in my life, mom. LET’S GO! Yeeeaaahhh…”
“BILLY! BEHAVE LIKE A GROWNUP FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE. Jesus Christ…”
(God damn it!
She is so close to me, her perfume is making me dizzy. I’m trying to feast my eyes on her amazing body and feet; and here she is, stiff like a tin soldier, her hands constantly pulling the dress down to hide her panties, her feet in sandals, Çanakkale Escort not in the fucking footwell but hidden under her seat away from my prying eyes!!
Who the fuck sits like that?! I will loosen you up mom. Just watch.)
“Hey mom, if you want to lay your head on me for a few hours I won’t mind.”
“Ah no thanks Billy, that would be awkward but yes, I think I will close my eyes a bit. Let me just call your dad for a sec. … (dials phone number)
… Henry my love! How are you darling? Yes, we’re on our way. We left a few hours ago. God, I just hope we can make it on time. …oh, you’re in a meeting? Ok, sweetheart, I just missed you so much I had to call you. Kisses my love.”
(I think I vomited in my mouth. I’ll make you a cuck, dad. Promise!)
Friday June 15th, 18:00 PM. On some Back Road.
(Mom wakes up)
“Billy? What time is it? God, I needed that sleep!
You know if you weren’t that crazy, I’d be enjoying myself on this trip.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know you’re enjoying my company because you love me more than anything in this world, don’t you mommy?” (Intentionally giving a peck on her lips)
“HEY what are you doing?!”
“Wow sorry mom. Can’t have both my eyes on the road and you. I… …mistargeted my kiss.”
“Say, where are we? I don’t see any city lights in the distance. Don’t tell me you got us lost Billy…”
“No mom. Thanks for having so much confidence in me! I chose the best toll-free route given the new situation I’m in. You know, that of a penniless student. Isn’t this why you and dad are sending me away? To start handling my own life?”
“Well, yes. One of the main reasons is for you to become an independent young man. We want you to start building your own empire, just like your father did when he was your age. The school-fees will be the last money we pay up front on your behalf. So, make the best out of it! …And the university is one of the best in the country.
The best years of your life lie Infront of you. If we make it to the admissions office on time, that is.”
“I suppose you’re right… (long pause) … there is however one thing I will miss from back home.”
“Really honey? What?”
“Your pretty but stinky, very stinky feet!!”
“OK ENOUGH ALREADY! WHAT IS THIS THING WITH MY FEET? Is this some kind of slang that young people use nowadays? Is it a code-phrase of some sort? Tell me.”
“Absolutely not mom! I find your feet pretty and they totally stink!”
“(astonishment turning into anger)
What?! STOP THIS NONSENSE BILLY or you’ll see how harsh I can REALLY get… …God damn you Billy… GROW UP…!!
(Several minutes of silence later)
…And my feet don’t stink mister!”
“Mom, I don’t want to embarrass you or hurt your pride, but something has made the car reek very badly, and I believe it’s your feet. Take your flip flops off and place your feet in my hand.”
“I will SO prove you wrong mister. Keep your eyes on the road.”
I purposely attack her sense of pride. Let’s not forget that she’s a Partner at a big Law Firm. She’ll do anything at this point to object and disprove my accusations.
Her feet are already in my right hand, as I slowly bring them to my nose, keeping my eyes on the road.
I begin playing with the steering wheel, for the car to start swaying left and right ever so slightly. My plan of course to have her godly mature soles not close; but fully planted on my face.
My mom, a strict parent and a good member of the high society, is starting to giggle like a teenage girl. One, from the absurdity of all, and secondly from the pleasant feeling of air passing through her warm sweaty toes to my nostrils.
“sniff… sniiiiii ffffffff…. SNIIIIII FFFF…”
“Well, you silly boy?”
“I think it’s them mom. They’re the source of the bad smell. See for yourself”.
Enclosed in a small two-seater sports-car, I’m able to handle her like a puppet. She has no chance to escape as I bring her right foot smack dab across her beautiful face, forcing her to smell her own foot stink and exposing her black laced panties for the first time.
“(Laughing) Hhmpphh Bwwwiiiii Llll Yyyy HAHAHA mm…..sniff…. sniff… HAHAHA”
“(Joyfully and lewdly) Well mommy, do they stink? Take another whiff!”
“(Hysterically laughing) HAHAHA… BILLLYYY PLEASEEE SNIFF”
I let her escape… …With a smile on her face she playfully punches my upper arm. She turns around to sit normally and straightens her short dress to cover herself.
“Well mom, do your feet stink?”
“(Girlish voice) No they don’t!” (giggle)
Silence fills the car again. I can sense mom trying to get back into the role of a serious, ethical adult. Trying to figure out how in God’s Name a respectable lawyer like her, was in a matter of seconds, convinced to start sharing the stench of her feet, in a somewhat sexual manner with her own son.
I take a glance at her. Oh yeah. No doubt. Her brain is in overdrive. Probably going through what the Books of Law dictate in cases of inappropriate Çanakkale Escort Bayan parent- child behaviors; and mentally drafting her defense speech she’ll present at court. She’ll get through this … eventually…
“Billy, are we there yet? I really need to go to the lady’s room.”
“Go to the lady’s room LMAO. Who even talks like that in the 21st century mom?
Just say you need to Piss.” (I will make you a vulgar slut in no time).
“Say it how you want, I really need to take one”
“OK, to be honest I really want to take a huge piss myself. There’s a Diner up ahead.”
“Make it quick Billy, drive faster. …Come on! Come pull over. Let’s go already.”
Hurrying towards the diner, under the spell of my mother’s soft peds hitting the flip flops, I’m already praying for some divine help.
Somehow, I’ll need for her to be sharing the same stall with me. It’ll be my only chance to initiate her in Watersports. Yes, yes, another kink of mine. Isn’t that obvious already? Please dear gods, … if there is anyone listening up in the skies…
(I didn’t finish my prayer). YES, YES, YESSSS!!!!!
“Why are the lady’s rooms ALWAYS occupied with huge lines outside? WHY?!”
“How the fuck should I know mom? Last time I checked I had a huge dick between my legs.”
“BILLY!! I DID NOT RAISE YOU TO BE THAT VULGAR. ESPECIALLY WHEN TALKING TO ME!!”
“Yeah, yeah. Here! Come with me and stay silent!”
“No, no these are men’s rooms…”
“Shhhhh keep silent god damn it. …Quick! Enter quickly before anyone sees us.”
I push her into the toilet stall with me right behind her.
“B! BILLY? Wh… …why did you enter the stall with me?”
“I’m not going to leave my mom alone in a men’s room… Now piss already! I can hardly contain mine.”
“…ok… (Long pause) … turn around please.”
“Come on mom get it over with… ahhh shit…. (I’m not really in a hurry but she doesn’t need to know) … … … That’s it, I’m taking my pants down.”
“B… Billy…n… no…”
I turn around and place my dick close to mom’s face. I knew she was going to be dumbfounded by my size. And by the whole situation she was in, of course.
A strict mother, a fierce disciplinary, speechless staring at her son’s dick.
“See mom? I already have a pee boner. You know what that is right?
I can hear and smell that you are finished. Now let me.”
I guide her away from the toilet bowl, her black panties are still down at her ankles. I deliberately place myself at an angle where she can still see my cock in full view. She remains frozen with her eyes locked on my dick, as I finally let loose!
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS…….
God damn, even I am amazed! Is this a Fire Hose or my penis I’m holding?
“Oh MOM, this feels so great.”
Shouting her name aloud in a lewd manner, as if experiencing an orgasm, makes her the center of this bizarre encounter — Her brain already subconsciously registering that sons pissing together with their moms, can FEEL SO GREAT.
“Are you ready to go?”
“…Uh… uhuh yes …let’s go…”
“Do you want something to eat?
“(a little dazed still) Yes Billy. Please get me some salad or whatever healthy food they have.”
“OK mom!” (Yeah right. Part of her degradation will be to forget about her pompous lifestyle).
“Hey mom. I’m back. Their kitchen was closed for the night. I managed to get us a Burger and some fries though. We can share once we get to the Motel.
Supposedly some customers found hairs inside the burger and returned the plate.
Can you imagine? Throwing food away just because of some hairs?
We were lucky if you think about it. I didn’t even have to pay anything. LOL”
“Yuck Billy! That’s totally disgusting! … (Long pause) …I am starving though, so I have no other choice I suppose.”
“Our Motel is actually very close to here. Let’s go.”
No wonder she’s so silent. Our day was full of bizarre events of sexual nature. Even her intellectual brain needs time to absorb them all. I do wonder what she is thinking though.
“There we are. Not so bad huh?”
“This?! From all the places online, THIS is what you picked for the night?”
“Well …yeah!”
“Ok Fine! …Jeez…
I’ll just get my purse and check two Rooms for us…”
(Realizes that she left everything behind)
“BILLY? Shit, SHIT SHIT!!!”
“LOL Don’t be such a vulgar mom. Especially when talking to me. (Laughing ironically, making fun of her earlier statement.) What’s wrong?”
“My purse! All my money, all my credit cards were inside my bag. How was I so stupid to leave my purse behind? … … … I’M STUCK WITH THIS DRESS THAT DOESN’T COVER ANYTHING, ONLY ONE PAIR OF UNDERWEAR AND THESE STUPID, STUPID FLIP FLOPS.”
“RELAX, MOM!! Don’t you worry about a thing.
You son, your lifelong protector will always be there for you.”
“Lifelong protector? What are you even talking about Billy? Fucking fuck! Escort Çanakkale … … …
(Takes a long breath — calming herself down)
… … … OK, I’m ok. … … Forgive my outburst.. … … …
Just go and find us two rooms for tonight please.”
“One Room!”
“WHAT?
“One Room. That’s all I can afford, on such a tight budget.”
“(Grunts) Ok, fine! Just go already. I need a shower.”
On my way to check ourselves in, I’m already thinking of my next steps with her.
One thing is for sure. I will not let her forget today’s events so easily. Repetition is the mother of learning.
“Hey Mom! Here are the keys to our room! I’ll get some stuff from the car and will join you shortly.”
I let her settle in, before entering the room myself.
“… Aah, I see you got yourself comfortable Mom.”
“Hmmm ahhh yeah…”
She is half-lying at the end of the bed, her feet still touching the ground.
One flip flop balancing on her big toe, the other discarded close by.
I deliberately choose the side of the bed where her head is tilted, to take my pants off, displaying my barely tucked and erect dick to her.
“Hey mom. I think I owe you an apology.”
“(Leans on her elbows attracting her full attention) Oh? An …apology?”
“Yes mom. I just need one final confirmation. Don’t get startled.”
I walk towards the end of the bed, raise both her feet close to my face and start sniffing them again. Confused but not saying anything, mom just watches me smell her feet for a second time in the day.
My lips are ever so slightly touching her wrinkled soles, but I keep myself at bay, and my tongue inside my mouth.
I keep smelling her godly, vinegar mixed with plastic, foot odors and start mumbling.
“sssnnniiiiifffff, mom…. your feet were not … … sniff the culprits of earlier. … …
I found a …moldy SSSSSSNNNN IIIIII FF sandwich between the seats of the car. Sniff… Yeah! It was definitely the moldy sandwich that stank.” (What a great liar I am).
I gently let go of her feet, and anxiously wait for her thoughts to sink in and to react…
(Shit! This is taking way too long. SHIT SHIT!! I fucked everything up!!
My monster of mother will start screaming rape and call the cops on me, for smelling her feet again).
… …With a frisky motion she raises both of her feet to my face; and starts teasing me with wiggling toes…
“(Girlish voice) I told you my feet don’t stink hihi (giggle)”
I take them back in my hands, strongly kneading them, massaging her pent-up stress away, … … smelling them.
“I know mom. I’m sorry for accusing you. Your feet… well they actually …smell …nice.”
I am raising her pride again. The pride she had lost inside my car earlier that day. SHE WAS RIGHT from the beginning. My accusations of her having stinky feet that reeked the car, were proven wrong. She is in a happy place inside her mind. The smile on her face is testimony to that. Totally oblivious to the incestuous foot smelling session she is partaking yet again for a second time in that day.
“(in a relaxed tone) Hm this feels good Billy…
…But you’re exaggerating. As always! …
…My feet can’t possibly smell nice after a long day like this.”
“Here smell for yourself.”
I gently place her foot close to her nose again. She falls back laughing like a little girl once more. So, I continue.
Her black laced panties at full view again, my dick which senses that it is close to the vagina it eternally belongs to, has freed itself from the confines of my boxers and is desperately trying to drill through moms’ briefs, spreading precum all over her.
…Or is she the one leaking like a faucet??
“Well mom?”
“hahaha hahaha lol… You call these ugly feet of mine pretty? sniff.. and you think they smell nice? hahaha… you are so silly Billy…”
I let go of her, falling both on the bed catching our breaths.
“Billy?”
“Yeah mom?”
“Thank you for lifting my spirits and making me relax. I needed it after what happened earlier. I’m sorry for how I behaved. …At the time of my panic, you were cool and resourceful. I would never dare myself to enter the Men’s-rooms alone.
And urinating myself In Front of all these people would devastate me for life.
Can you imagine what people in our social circle would say about me, if they ever found out? …And… …then in the stall … … I was … shocked once more seeing your… well I …wasn’t prepared to see how much you have grown; and just laid there on the bowl keeping you from emptying your bladder …keeping you in agony.
… … I hope you are not mad at me.”
“Mom there is nothing and I mean NOTHING in the world that you can do to upset me or make me feel mad about you. I am your son for Christ’s sake! Every single cell of my body is intertwined with yours. I was living inside your beautiful body for nine months!! Do you believe just because we have different lifestyles that I would not care about you? That I would leave you alone out there?
… …Mom… since you started working for that stupid law firm, I barely see you anymore!! How old was I back then? Six?
I’m… I’m literally dying just to be with you!! I love you so much mom! The past 12 hours with you have been the most fun in my whole life.”
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