fe.settings:getUserBoardSettings - non array given[femdom] - Endchan Magrathea
thumbnail of party_entertainment_0032.jpg
thumbnail of party_entertainment_0032.jpg
party_entertainment_0... jpg
(175.32 KB, 602x400)
Paul had it down to a science. He'd lie on the floor in front of the

television and angle himself just right to see the reflection of his Aunt Su

Ling as she sat on the couch behind him. He had to catch the sun just right

as it washed through the big front living room window, but he'd done it

before, many times. And when it worked, his 14-year-old cock sprang to life

as he lay on his side facing away from her, watching the 40-year-old Asian

woman's long, lean legs as she lounged in tiny shorts on the couch

behind him, feet stuffed into short white socks and sneakers.

Paul was a leg man, a foot man, if one can use the term for so young a person.

Since he'd popped his first boner a couple years earlier, it was the legs and feet that got to

him - and all thanks to his Aunt Su Ling. They were at her pool one day

swimming, and she was sitting on the edge, her long legs dangling in the water, occasionally kicking a foot up in a motion that not only outlined the

long, hard lines of her sexy thigh muscles, but flashed her painted toenails

in the midday sun. It was around Paul's time of sexual awakening, and this

one day in particular solidified in his mind an image that would stay with him

the rest of his life.

Su Ling' own son, Mike, a goofy kid about 17 or so, was swimming by his mom

when she lashed out her legs, her feet capturing his head. Laughing at his

protests, she reeled him in, literally, scooping him back to the pool's edge

and capturing his head in her steely, wet thighs for a scissor hold. She sat

back on the deck of the pool and squeezed him hard enough to bring tears to

his eyes.

"Ma, please, not again, please, pleaseā€¦" the kid whimpered, his hands

meekly pulling at his mother's long, lean thighs.

Su Ling just leaned back on her hands and powered the hold down harder,

gritting her teeth, closing her almond-shaped eyes, her jet-black hair

touching the deck behind her as she crushed her son in her scissor lock.

"You know what I want, Mikey," she laughed, her sexy, exotic face scrunched up in concentration as she throbbed her long legs on his head.