Hand Trample by Mother.pdf

Markus was obsessed. The boy had a thing for his mother's sexy legs and her split heels. He often found himself staring at her, imagining what it would feel like to have those legs wrapped around him.

One day, Markus decided to take things to the next level. He lay down in front of the sofa and waited patiently for his mother to walk by. His heart raced as he heard her approaching, the click of her heels against the hardwood floor growing louder with each step. Then, there she was.

Markus's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his mother's thick thighs, her white underwear peeking out from beneath her skirt. His cock throbbed in his pants, already rock hard just from the visual.

Unable to resist, the boy reached out and placed his fingers in his mother's path. A moment later, he felt the weight of her foot come down on top of them. "Oh! What now, Markus?" his mother asked, a hint of surprise in her voice. "Son, do you like it when I step on your hand? Isn't it really exciting?"

Markus barely managed to stifle a moan at the sensation of his mother's foot pressing down on him. He nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on her face. "Yes, mommy," he breathed. "It feels so good."

Emboldened by her son's enthusiasm, Markus's mother began to step on his hand repeatedly. The pressure was exquisite, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through his body. Markus could feel his cock twitching in his pants, a damp spot forming on the front of his shorts.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, his mother squatted down in front of him. Markus's eyes went wide as he found himself face to face with her crotch. The smell of her musk filled his nostrils, making his head spin with lust.

Unable to hold back any longer, Markus reached down and started to masturbate. He stroked his cock as he stared at his mother's panty-clad pussy, imagining all the things he wanted to do to her. His mother, for her part, seemed to be enjoying the show as well. She bit her lip and pressed her thighs together, putting on a little show for her son.

It wasn't long before Markus felt his orgasm building. He stroked himself faster and faster, his eyes locked on his mother's crotch. "Mommy," he gasped, his voice tight with pleasure. "I'm going to cum!"

Markus's mother smiled down at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Go ahead, baby," she purred. "Cum for mommy."

With a low groan, Markus let go, his cum spurting out onto his mother's feet. She giggled and rubbed it into her skin with the toe of her shoe. "You made such a mess, Markus," she teased. "But don't worry, mommy will clean it up."

And with that, she leaned down and started to lick her son's release from her foot. Markus watched in awe as his mother swallowed every last drop, a moan escaping his lips at the erotic sight. He knew then that he would never be able to get enough of her.