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Seduced by Her Sole

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

Iggy was regularly learning how to please his customers, and he had to admit that there was something pleasing about being able to just go out there and use his body to make his living. He expected that there was something similar for tradesmen and craftsmen that learned something creative, something physical. There was never any real feeling of problem solving, but rather something of a performance to be done, and the young stingray had progressed from being okay with whoring to actively enjoying it. It wasn't just a job, but a passion, particularly seeing how many ways that he could get a client's attention and draw them over to play with him.

That said, he knew that there were still things that he needed to learn. He actually spent his research time - that being, watching porn to see what other techniques he didn't know yet - putting together lists of what he needed to practice. Some of them, like getting piercings and showing off his body that way, were limited by finances and his own tolerances for pain. Others, however, kind of required a partner.

Footjobs were one of those things. Much as he had tried using his toys to imitate the different motions that footjobs required, there was more to foot fun than just giving someone a good footjob. He could cradle a shaft between his toes, could milk them with his soles quite well, but there was something about the walk and the confidence that put him off, and he didn't quite have that fine dexterity just yet.

Figuring that he could learn from his mom the way that he'd learned just about everything else from her, he turned off the computer and stepped away from his desk. The door clicked shut behind him as he walked downstairs.

"Hey, mom!"

"Yeah, hon?"

"Got a minute? I've got something I'd like to figure out."

"Something sexy or something normal?"

"Uh, the first."

"Heh, why am I not surprised? Meet you in the living room in a minute; just getting this broth going and then I'll be able to leave it alone."

He nodded, the stingray making his way down to the living room. As had become normal for the two of them since they'd started their relationship, he was naked in the house, his cocks half-out and laying over one leg. Lacking the real arousal to really keep them up but still more aroused than not, they were left looking a bit dead. Not that he really minded; embarrassment from that had long-since faded.

He had barely gotten comfortable on the couch, his bare butt already trying to stick to the leather, when his mom walked out of the kitchen. She brushed a long, puffy length of white hair out of her face, the whole thing looking frazzled from the steam that followed her out, and she tied it back with a scrunchy-looking hair tie. The purple stingray smiled at him, sitting down beside him with her tits as shiny as ever, and her belly obviously growling at him.

"So, what did you want to know, dear?"

"Did you eat, mom?"

"I'll eat in a minute. I'm thinking about dieting, anyway."

"But mom...I like your curves."

He gave her a playful poke to the stomach, and she narrowed her eyes in the same fashion.

"Was that a crack at my weight? I can still sit on you, you know."

"Noooo, no sitting on your son."

"I'm sure that you'd be happy to be down there, anyway."

"You're right, heh..." He blushed. "Um, anyway..."

"Right, your question. What did you want to know, dear?"

"Well, I was doing my research, you know, like I do." His mom nodded. "And I realized that I, uh, didn't know much about foot fetish stuff."

The way that his mom's eyes lit up told him that he was either going to get less teasing than usual about this, or a whole lot more of the good teasing. He didn't know just which yet, and he wasn't sure which he would prefer. Either way, he soldiered on.

"Um, yeah. I figured out how to do a footjob, but I don't really know how to do some of the other stuff."

"Worship, seduction, that sort of thing?" his mom asked.

"Yeah, that stuff. I want to make sure that I do it right for the clients, but I don't really get it yet, you know?"

"Honey, I get that. I really get that. Sometimes, you just have to make it work. But sometimes..." She smiled, turning so that she faced him properly, and she gradually dragged her toes down his leg as she dragged a finger down his chest. "Sometimes, you just have to have the right person try it with you..."

"O-oh?"

"Mom's got a few tricks up her sleeve. You'd be surprised how many Johns loved the idea of being underfoot with me, and trust me. Mommy liked putting them down there. I think I can make you want it, too."

Iggy blushed. That wasn't quite the way that he had anticipated this going, but he knew - both from practical experience and from feedback with his clients - that the best services he gave were the things that he liked doing. If his mom could give him a foot fetish of sorts, even a weak one, that would make his job more fun.

More to the point, it would give him one more way of pampering her, and he was completely in favor of something like that.

"Alright. So, what do you want me to do first?"

"First, get on the floor. It's always easier if you're closer to them. Plus, it's kind of a mind thing. You want to feel low. You want to feel like you belong down at my feet, and you're not going to feel that on the couch."

"Is that like feeling close to your ass, like last time you sat on me?" he asked as he climbed down.

"No, that's a completely different thing. Dirtier, nastier, naughtier. This is more of a submissive one," she clarified. "Now, get comfy. You're to be there for a while, dear."

"Alright..."

As he got comfortable on his knees, his mom lifted her legs. Her feet were not flat like some of his clients, but rather more like digitigrade paws. She had soft little toes that pressed against his thighs as she pressed her legs down again, and her feet were more like paws, with a hint of webbing between the toes - not so long as to get caught on something sliding between the toes, but with that hint of texture there that made him wonder how it would feel to get his cocks stroked by them.

His mother didn't answer that little musing, but rather lifted her feet a bit further, curling and scrunching her toes against his belly. He blushed as she made it squish a few times.

"What were you saying about my curves, Iggy?"

"Mmmph..."

"Feels like you could develop a few yourself."

"H-hey..."

"Awww, don't worry. You'd look good with a fat ass."

"Mom!"

"Hehehehe."

She smiled, taking some of the slight sting out of the tease as she slowly dragged her feet higher and higher. Her toes curled against his chest, almost pulling on him, and he blushed as he felt the pressure of her toes 'standing' on him like that. There was something oddly intoxicating about being on his knees, feeling her over him like this. It was different to having his mouth stuffed full of her cocks or being shoved down against her sex. This was something that felt more...well, oddly more personal and less personal at the same time.

"That's right, Iggy. Just soak in the feeling for a moment. Feels like you're under me again, doesn't it?"

"Uh, um, a bit...a bit more than that."

"Mmm, good. I want you to enjoy this, dear. Now, just relax, and let mommy show you a little more..."

The older stingray lifted her feet that little bit further, bringing her toes to his lips. She danced them along his face, rubbing his cheeks, then his nose. He caught a hint of the smell of the lino from the kitchen on her soles, but also just that bit of sweat smell that he caught between her cheeks sometimes, like when she had been working hard. It was nice, familiar, but this was different. It wasn't crushing sexuality, but rather a push down, something that reminded him that he was alright being on the bottom, and that down there, he'd have someone taking care of him.

"Now, when you're on top, some people like to have their face teased, rubbed, smothered. And some people really like the smell. But there's something almost all of them love, Iggy."

"And what...what's that?"

"Getting their toes sucked on. Now, open your mouth. Work them with your tongue, almost like a cock, but just a bit different. Try different styles, show me - mmmm..."

His mother smiled with a contented moan as he let her toes slip past his lips, and he closed his eyes down to slits. It wasn't that it was an amazing taste, but rather that there was something soft, soothing, almost, about doing something like this. He shivered as he felt her wiggling her toe against his tongue, and he slowly slithered it around her toe. She seemed to like it, and he kept suckling, teasing, working her toes.

It didn't take long before she was thrusting her foot forward, backward, forward again, each time making sure that her toe slid along his tongue. He groaned, starting to understand some of the videos a bit more, his cocks starting to rise up slightly at the idea of what he was doing. Down at mother's feet, licking his mother's toes.

"Mmmph..."

"That's it. Now, work that tongue in between the toes, and then we'll start with some oral techniques. You want to really service someone - yes, like that. Yeeeeees, just like that..."

The End

Summary: Iggy and Ailsa return for some more incest stuff, this time with a bit of footplay.

Tags: M/H, Mom/Son, Incest, Footplay, Foot Play, Nudity, Semi-Series, Slice of Life, Sweat, Foot Licking, Teasing,