Emmett decided to push the envelope a bit too, an idea to seduce his delicious mom already formulating in his head, “Plus, I just hope when my future wife is in her forties she’ll look as good as you do.”
“Emmett, why thank you,” Sarah replied, the compliment going right to her hoohoo.
Gerald joked, “I still look pretty good too.”
“Yes, Dad, you’re a fine specimen,” Emmett quipped.
“Be careful, you’ll likely look like me in twenty years,” Gerald joked.
Emmett would never have said this before the revelation of under an hour ago, but he quipped, “Except with a much bigger penis.”
“Emmett!” Sarah gasped in complete shock, even though she knew this was true from her husband… her son was reportedly quite well hung.
Gerald responded with a defense, like a man would, “I just came out of the pool that time. It was cold in there.”
“So did I,” Emmett countered to his dad, even as he looked at his mom to see her reaction.
Sarah joked, “I never thought I’d be listening to a conversation of my two men having a dick length competition.”
Emmett countered, “Which I would win.”
Gerald said, “On that note, I need to use mine to take a piss, and as big as I am, I can’t reach the bathroom from here,” and headed out, barely able to hold it in any longer… having not pissed since he deposited his load in his wife and for some reason usually having to pee right after having sex.
“Boys will be boys,” Sarah shook her head, by now really curious to see just how much bigger her son really was than her husband.
“Men will be men,” Emmett corrected smugly.
“Sorry,” Sarah laughed, as she deliberately took in her handsome, well-built son, head to toe. “You really are a man now, aren’t you?”
“That’s what the ladies tell me,” Emmett shrugged, continuing to push the envelope.
“Too much information,” Sarah said, covering her ears dramatically, feigning disinterest when she was really greatly interested.
Emmett continued, seeing how far he could push the envelope, “So you don’t want to know that it’s your fault that I only date certain women?”
“Pardon?” the mother asked, curious to know what her son meant by that.
“The honest answer?” he questioned, smiling, knowing he was venturing into uncharted territory for both of them.
“No, lie to me,” Sarah teased sarcastically, always hating dumb questions, which being a lawyer, she heard often.
Emmett took a deep breath before he took the plunge, “I only go after women in nylons, and that’s why most of them are older.”
“And that’s my fault?” Sarah asked incredulously, even though the nylon thing made sense… her husband’s fetish was silky sheer nylons. She also wondered, ‘Why would he be telling me this now?’
“Yes,” he nodded, glancing down at her nylon-clad feet. “You wear them every day, and girls my age usually don’t wear them at all, so I just go after older, more mature, sexy women.”
“Oh,” Sarah said, oddly feeling like her son was hitting on her, noticing he was staring at her feet. After a pause, she added, “Well, like father like son I guess.”
“Why? Does Dad only go after older women?” Emmett teased.
“He’d better only go after one older woman,” Sarah said firmly, even as she smiled when she said it. She clarified, “Your father has a nylon fetish too.”
“Oh,” Emmett nodded, realizing his obsessive nylon fetish may not just be because his mom wore them every day, but from his father’s DNA. He joked, saying as much, “So maybe it wasn’t just you walking around every day in nylons. I began noticing as soon as I reached puberty.”
“Are you saying your old mother got you excited?” Sarah asked boldly… pushing an envelope she’d never fathomed being able to push other than during fantasy and role playing.
Before Emmett could answer, his father returned and asked, “What did I miss?”
“Nothing,” Sarah said, frustrated by her husband’s impeccably bad timing.
“Yeah, we were just catching up,” Emmett said, unsure how he would have answered his mother’s question.
All three chatted about school, the holidays and other generic stuff for the next half an hour… all the while the mom and son were each thinking and stealthily doing lots of things:
I’ve fantasised fucking him/her for a long time. If I had the chance would I actually do it?
Sarah made sure to keep her legs and feet in her son’s plain view… wondering if his nylon fetish was a nylon foot fetish like her husband’s… who got hard just looking at her feet in nylons. She wiggled her toes often and studied her son’s reactions; it turned her on to be slyly teasing her son… she may not ever get to be fucked by him, but she could at least tease him.
Emmett’s cock was about to break through his jeans zipper, as it used desperate sign language demanding to be freed from its fabric prison. He tried to stay focused on the everyday conversations, but both his Mom’s feet in the sheer nylon and the memory of how his parents had been role playing earlier were controlling his thoughts and his dick. He tried to get it to silence the clamour down there, but no such luck.
Emmett couldn’t help but wonder if it would be possible for him to make the ultimate MILF conquest… the Holy Grail of MILFs… his own mom. The very idea would have seemed ludicrous a couple of hours ago, but now not only did it seem like a possibility, his mother seemed to be taunting him… teasing him as she kept her nylon-clad feet in full view at all times and even wiggling her toes often to make sure he was paying attention to them.
Gerald, meanwhile, was oblivious to it all, other than that he was hard again as he too stared at his wife’s sexy feet and was hoping for some more role playing once they got back in the bedroom. Harem slut would be fun.
Emmett, desperately needing to jerk off again, finally said, “Well, I’m wiped. I’m going to hit the hay.”
“Me too,” Sarah yawned, glancing at the clock and realizing what time it was. She still had one more day of work tomorrow and needed to be fresh… although that was definitely going to be more challenging now.
Emmett asked, noticing for the first time, “Why isn’t the tree up yet?”
“We’ve been busy,” Gerald answered.
“And we wanted to do it with you like we always have,” Sarah said, which was true… this would be the first Christmas he wasn’t living at home and Sarah was determined not to do anything festive until Emmett was home… she had even told Gerald it wouldn’t feel like Christmas until their son arrived home.
“Well we’ll do it as soon as you get home from work,” Emmett suggested, always enjoying putting the tree up with his mother… who, of course, always walked around in her nylon-clad feet, which had kept him hard throughout the tree decorating for years.
“Sounds perfect,” Sarah agreed. “I’ll try to come home after lunch. I have a brief court appearance in the morning I can’t avoid.”
“Okay,” Emmett nodded, “I don’t plan to get up until lunch anyways.”
“Oh to be eighteen again,” Gerald sighed.
Sarah couldn’t resist the opportunity, “Yeah, you used to be able to get it up more than once a night.”
It was Gerald’s turn to gasp. “Sarah!”
“What?” Sarah shrugged, even as she glanced directly into her son’s eyes for a timeless moment, “You’re often done before I am.”
“Well, that can be fixed,” Gerald said, standing up and taking his wife’s hand.
Emmett was jealous that his dad was going to get to fuck his mom… he wanted to fuck his mom.
As Gerald led Sarah away, she turned back to her son for a moment and favoured him with a sexy smile… hoping he read into it what she was thinking at him: ‘I’d rather have your young, hard cock’.
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