Mom's black leather over the knee boots
My Mom was a beautiful woman. Even at five years before I could legally buy a beer, hell even I knew that much. But my problem was more immediate. I was afraid I was going to not only have an obvious hard on, but I was sure I'd blow a nut in my jeans and not be able to hide it from her. See, she had just bought this pair of black leather boots with a chrome heel and the shaft was the "slouch" kind, but they still went up to her knee. She was also wearing a bright green silk jumpsuit that was very flattering with the calves shoved in the boots. We were going somewhere ( I can't remember just where ) and I got into her 1985 Mustang 5.0 with straight pipes. Oh, and did I mention I was getting bitched out? We were having a one sided argument because of my "irresponsible" ways. Mom hadn't cooled down yet.
She cranked the car up and was rewarded with a mechanical,"WWWAAPPPPPaaaahhhh" that made my dick wake up. I LOVE women who rev up cars. I wouldn't say I always have because used to be TERRIFED of the noise, but I came to realize that if they were mashing on the gas pedal, the engine revved up. And that was the start of my life-long shoe fetish. As she eased out on the clutch she gave an equal squeeze on the throttle to keep from stalling out and we were GONE. "WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP..........WWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP.........WWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP..........WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP".As She went through the gears, I looked to the left at the driver's side footwell and although I couldn't see her right foot too clearly, I got a look at her left booted foot just absolutely STOMPING that clutch pedal like Ronnie Sox. Not to mention the fact that she was yelling at me at the top of her lungs and I couldn't hear her over the straight pipes. As we came to the stop light at the end of road, she revved the engine sportingly,"Wrraapppahah!! WRAAAApapapahah!!!"
She said, "Do you understand me, boy"? I nodded. But I also uttered a rather loud sigh with my upper teeth biting my lower lip. I felt something on my leg near my crotch and looked down and saw what would become a four inch diameter cum stain. I looked over to find my Mom had just saw the stain and had realized what she had just done and HOW she had done it. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Tell you what, when we get home I'll take them off and you can have you way with them. How's that?" I told her that would be fine, but when we go to town could I please stay in the car. And that's only ONE pair of my Mom's boots. There we like twenty or thirty of them.
She cranked the car up and was rewarded with a mechanical,"WWWAAPPPPPaaaahhhh" that made my dick wake up. I LOVE women who rev up cars. I wouldn't say I always have because used to be TERRIFED of the noise, but I came to realize that if they were mashing on the gas pedal, the engine revved up. And that was the start of my life-long shoe fetish. As she eased out on the clutch she gave an equal squeeze on the throttle to keep from stalling out and we were GONE. "WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP..........WWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP.........WWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP..........WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP".As She went through the gears, I looked to the left at the driver's side footwell and although I couldn't see her right foot too clearly, I got a look at her left booted foot just absolutely STOMPING that clutch pedal like Ronnie Sox. Not to mention the fact that she was yelling at me at the top of her lungs and I couldn't hear her over the straight pipes. As we came to the stop light at the end of road, she revved the engine sportingly,"Wrraapppahah!! WRAAAApapapahah!!!"
She said, "Do you understand me, boy"? I nodded. But I also uttered a rather loud sigh with my upper teeth biting my lower lip. I felt something on my leg near my crotch and looked down and saw what would become a four inch diameter cum stain. I looked over to find my Mom had just saw the stain and had realized what she had just done and HOW she had done it. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Tell you what, when we get home I'll take them off and you can have you way with them. How's that?" I told her that would be fine, but when we go to town could I please stay in the car. And that's only ONE pair of my Mom's boots. There we like twenty or thirty of them.
4 years ago