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I was spending a week with my mother after my college semester ended. I didn't mind; mom's cooking was amazing and it was nice spending quality time together. Plus, her apartment was so spacious and modern compared to my cramped dorm room.

It was a sunny Saturday morning and mom was cooking up a storm in the open-plan kitchen. She had dressed to impress in a sheer white sundress that fluttered around her thighs as she moved. Her feet were clad in a pair of strappy high heel sandals, the kind that are also known as mules. I watched from the living room sofa, entertained by the way the heels clicked on the hardwood floor.

Usually I'd be embarrassed staring at my mother in such a state of undress. But it's hard to deny the effect an attractive woman in her 40s can have, especially one who looks half her age. Mom had kept herself in fantastic shape. Her breasts were full and perky, straining against the thin fabric of her dress. That dress left little to the imagination - I could make out the curvy shape of her ass and a flash of lacy white panties underneath as she turned to stir the pot on the stove.

I palmed my hardening erection through my boxers, debating if I should take matters into my own hands right here. Mom was completely absorbed in cooking and dancing to the music playing from her phone on the counter. She seemed oblivious to my presence.

I reached for my own phone and thumbed it on, opening the camera app. Zooming in on mom's ass, I captured her hypnotic movements, the way her cheeks jiggled with each step. The sandals made her legs appear longer and more toned. She looked like she belonged on a fashion runway.

Bolstered, I swung my legs off the couch and crept into the kitchen on bare feet, careful not to alert her. I positioned myself behind her, sliding my phone between her feet to film a close-up shot. Mom continued her oblivious dance, one foot tapping to the beat, the other rising onto its toes.

Suddenly, her eyes darted down. "Ack!" The heel of her sandal struck something hard on the floor. Her foot slid off of it and she stumbled.

I cradled my throbbing cock with both hands, realizing my mistake too late. "Mom! I didn't - " She whirled around and our eyes locked. They travelled down to my boxers and the phone still filming between her feet, recording our shocked faces.

"Mom, I'm so sorry! I was just um, I was filming you and - " I stammered, my face flushing with humiliation.

Her eyes flashed in anger but then she looked down and gasped. "You're filming with your penis out? Oh my god!"

I followed her gaze and groaned. The heel of her mule had landed directly on the back of my hand, pinning it to the hardwood. She must have felt the crunch of my phone beneath her foot too.

The pressure on my hand was intense, almost unbearable. It felt like my bones were bending into unnatural positions. I whimpered in pain, tears pricking my eyes. "Mom... Mom please! It hurts! Take your shoe off!"

She continued to hover over me, frozen in shock. My vision started to blur from the agony. I focused on her face, her brow furrowed in confusion and disgust.

"W-what are you doing?!" she finally choked out. "This is so inappropriate! We can't..." Her cheeks reddened as if she knew how wrong this was, but a small part of her was also aroused by my submission.

"Please...please mom," I begged between gasps of pain. "I'll do anything! Just take it off!"

Her eyes darted between my pained face and her towering form above me. With an anguished moan, she braced a hand on the countertop and slowly raised her other foot. The pressure on my hand eased but never fully released as she kept most of her weight on it to stay balanced. She awkwardly tried to remove the sandal with her other hand.

I watched through blurry eyes as her dress rode up her thighs. The fabric shimmered over her skin and there it was - a glimpse of her lacy white panties. My brain short-circuited at the erotic sight. I couldn't help it - I thrust my hips up, overcome with lust.

"Noooo, not now!" mom wailed as her sandal finally slipped off my hand. She quickly stepped back and I groaned at the loss of her warmth.

I rolled over and scrambled for my phone where she'd kicked it. Seeing it was still recording, I quickly pressed stop and shoved it away. I clutched my rapidly softening cock and looked up at her with pleading eyes, silently begging for mercy.