Mom's Motivation

"I really planned to go out," he justified, once again feeling guilty for failing his Mom, but he just couldn't find any motivation to get a job.

"Alex," she sighed.

"He really isn't qualified for anything," Andrew quipped.

"I have an Associate's degree in Business Administration, while you have the ability to make popcorn," Alex shot back.

"And which is paying better?" Andrew countered, not at all ashamed of his job.

"Asshole," Alex retorted, not finding anything better to say.

"Boys," Stephanie rebuked, hating to see her boys fight.

"Sorry, Mom," they replied in unison.

"Alex, I don't start work until three tomorrow. I expect you here at eleven. We'll go through your resumé and hash out a real game plan," Stephanie ordered, knowing he wasn't as stubborn as his brother, and the fact he roleplayed fucking her she could use to her advantage, to manipulate him like she'd manipulated so many men in the past. (She was highly skilled at flirting men out of big tips while she was on the job, although as has been mentioned, in anything hopefully long term, the men were always the ones who manipulated her.) She wasn't going to do anything wild like in the stories she'd read recently, but a little flirting, a little provocative attire, and he'd be putty in her hands.

"Okay, Mom," Alex agreed.

"Yeah, Alex," Andrew snarked.

"You're next, popcorn man," Stephanie said, angry at their laziness and their overheard talk about how they treated women. There was no way she'd allow them to turn out like their fucking asshole of a father! And now she realized her enabling had probably been doing just that. And she was beyond caring that Joel, not a member of the family, was listening in.

"Hey, just focus on the unemployed," Andrew protested, holding both of his palms up.

"Tomorrow at eleven Alex, don't be late," Stephanie barked, stalking out of the kitchen before she totally lost it, and towards her bathroom for a much-needed bath.

"You two really pushed her too far this time," Haley pointed out.

"What did we do?" Andrew asked.

"That's exactly it. You never do anything!"

"She likes looking after us," he replied defensively.

"Yeah, she just loves working extra hours to support two bums in their twenties living in a trailer she paid for, with no job prospects or any future," Haley snapped, really angry.

"Haley," Joel said, taking her hand.

"What? I'm sorry you have to hear our family garbage, but I'm just sick of these two layabouts treating Mom like a servant!" Then redirecting her attention to her shiftless brothers, "She works her ass off for you two, and you treat her like crap," Haley completed her tirade, before she too jumped up and stalked out of the room.

"Wanna play some COD?" Andrew asked (meaning Call of Duty), not at all fazed by this altercation, while Joel left to pursue his girlfriend.

"I think she's serious this time," Alex said.

"Oh, she's probably just having her period," Andrew placated. "She'll be fine."

"I don't know," Alex worried.

"Well, just come over tomorrow and appease her," Andrew advised.

"Okay," he agreed.

Stephanie heard the front door close and a car start, as she got into the bathtub. She couldn't believe what she'd heard. Her grown sons found her hot. They fucked other women imagining they were her. They even fucked Mrs. White!

Worse, their idiotic advice to Joel might lead to his dumping Haley... and Joel seemed like a great guy, if a bit too willing to go along with an ill-considered flow.

Fuck!

Her head was delirious with fury.

But her body was burning with need.

She couldn't comprehend why she was so horny right now. Did it turn her on that her sons... and Joel too, for that matter... wanted to fuck her?

She'd rejected literally hundreds of overtures from men in the past year, always getting anywhere between three and twenty offers from men during a single shift at work. In the past, she'd occasionally taken a hot customer up on it and ended up at his house or a hotel for a one-nighter. But while she enjoyed the encounter in the moment, she always felt empty the next day. It was a cycle she'd decided to set aside a year ago, which had been necessary for her not to continue that cycle of need followed by self-loathing.

As she pondered her present quandary, she stood up, grabbed the shower head, laid back down and turned it on. She closed her eyes and allowed the tumult of the water stream directly on her clit to give her the orgasm she was so desperately craving.

An orgasm later, well two if you really need to know, Stephanie began planning for tomorrow. It was time to begin motivating her grown boys... starting with Alex.

.....

Although she wasn't heading to work for several hours, she was already dressed in her Hooters outfit when her son arrived... surprisingly, on time.

Alex was surprised to see his Mom already wearing her Hooters attire, which of course got his cock instantly hard. Fuck, his Mom was without a doubt the hottest women he'd ever met in real life!

"Hey, honey," Stephanie said, not planning to have sex with him or anything, but having decided to use some of her sexual wiles that worked so well at work to get amazing tips from horny men.

"Hey, Mom," he said. "Are you going to work early?"

"No, no," he said "I just figured I'd get dressed earlier so it would be out of the way and we could focus on you."

"Oh, okay," he said, as he couldn't take his eyes off her legs behind that shiny nylon, or her feet with their cute, red-painted toenails.

Instead of their working at the kitchen table, she grabbed her laptop, went to the living room, sat down to allow her long legs to continue being admired, and patted the couch and said, as she noticed he indeed did have a bulge in his pants, "Come and sit down."

"Okay," he said, still unable not to stare at his Mom's long, nylon-clad legs.

"So let's get into your head; why are you not applying yourself?" Stephanie asked, as she crossed one foot over the other on top of her coffee table.

"I don't know," he said, as he stared at her legs and her sheer, sexy nylon-clad toes.

"I believe that if you think about it, you do know," Stephanie countered gently, noticing her son's constant focus on her legs and feet. "Or at least you can come up with a guess."

"It's just that... I don't know why, but... I'm just not motivated to do anything," he answered, which was the truth. He just hadn't found his passion. He had a two-year diploma which wasn't really a degree, but he'd even found that boring, and had struggled to finish.

The word 'motivation' piqued Stephanie's interest as she draped one shapely leg across the other, enjoying the avid attention her body was receiving from her son. She considered it wrong, but she couldn't help but recall the article she'd read about the efficacy of motivating one's son with a blow job. "You aren't drawn to business?"

"No," he admitted, "not really," trying not to stare at his Mom's legs, but she was making that impossible for him, seeming rather restless.

"What would you like to do instead?" she asked, continuing to slowly move a shoeless (but undeniably nylon-clad) foot up and down her other foot and her calf.

"I just don't know," he said with obvious frustration.

"You have no interests at all?"

"Of course I do."

"Then tell me one," she urged, but also wiggling her toes, noticing he seemed even more obsessed by her feet than her legs... the only other man who'd loved her feet more than her other impressive assets had been her ex-husband. (Who we're trying not to mention, so let's move quickly on.)

His first thought was her legs, feet and ass. But he said, "Well, I do like gaming programming."

"Is there a school and a market for that?"

"I think so."

She surprised him by swinging her legs onto his lap (and onto his hard cock) and said as she opened her laptop, "Okay, that gives us something to go on. Give your Mom a foot massage while I look it up."

His eyes went wide as his cock flinched directly beneath her feet. Stephanie's ex had loved massaging her feet, since it usually led to a foot job and her getting his load all over her feet... something she hadn't done since the asshole had left. (But we're still not going there.)

"Let's see if any schools are in this area," she said, as she felt her son's hands beginning to touch her left foot.

"Okay," he agreed, willing to agree to anything at the moment.

For a good twenty minutes Stephanie looked up schools, finding three, meanwhile enjoying a great foot massage. She ordered her obsessed son to switch feet couple times... to do each toe individually... and to massage her calves. It was very relaxing... and very erotic.

But for the past five minutes Stephanie had no longer been looking at schools, she was reading an erotic incest story. Eventually she spoke, deliberately pressing her heel into her son's hard cock, wondering how big it was... it felt nicely long and thick under her feet, "I've found three suitable schools in the area. So what can I do to motivate you into pursuing this interest?"

"I don't know," he said, so fucking horny.

"You have no idea?" she asked, shifting to the soft sultry voice she employed at work every day or night, as she adjusted her feet so they were both resting directly on her son's crotch. "No ideas at all?"

Alex's eyes went wide at the sudden pressure on his cock. His mother's tone had changed, and if he didn't know better, he'd think she'd moved her feet directly onto his cock deliberately.

"What could Mommy do to get you going?" she asked meaning that in two ways, loving the way the term 'Mommy' was often used in incest erotica, it was just so hot. She then slyly moved her feet back and forth slightly as she added, "To ensure you'd excel in school?"

"Ohhhhh," he groaned, the accidental... he assumed it was accidental, although he was no longer certain... rubbing on his cock almost making him come in his pants.

"You like the look of Mommy's legs and feet in nylons, don't you?" she asked as one foot remained firmly on his cock, but she moved the other up to his face.

"M-M-Mom!" Alex stammered, this advance shocking him completely, while also seeming too good to be true.

"I'll tell you what," Stephanie offered, toying with her own flesh and blood just like she did with so many customers over the years to get big tips, "You apply to all three of these schools today, and then go apply for at least five jobs in any field at all, and you can come and massage my feet again tomorrow."

"Okay," he agreed without thinking, so enraptured with what was happening.

"Are you hard because of me?" she asked bluntly, setting all innocent pretence aside as she rubbed his cock with her foot, and his face with the sole of her other foot.

"Yeah, "he groaned, worried he might come in his pants for the first time since high school.

"Yeah, what?" Stephanie asked, sensing what was about to happen.

"Yeah, you make me so fucking hard, Mom," he groaned, trembled, and then DID spew his load in his pants. "Fuck!"

"You just came for your own sweet Mommy," Stephanie grinned, feeling a rush of power at making her son come, and at her confidence he'd be doing what she instructed him to do today. Which was a miraculous step for him to take!

"Yeah," he admitted sheepishly, as even more cum secretly oozed from his cock.

"So you'll be a good boy and do what Mommy said?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Is that an actual promise, or just another of those bullshit pretend promises you've been handing me for so long?" she asked, her feet still resting against his cock and his face.

"I promise, promise," he said convincingly.

"Good," she said, swinging her feet away and standing up. She handed him the computer (after closing her erotica site), "Apply to all three of these; the first one begins in two weeks with an online course for two months. Start with that one."

"Okay," he said, still in a complete daze over what had just transpired.

She looked at the large wet spot in his pants a considerable distance from his groin, and she couldn't help but wonder how large her son actually was! Yet although the idea of committing full-fledged incest with him now had her curious, and admittedly a little turned on, she didn't intend to cross that line. She would just use her beauty, her body, and her mind to manipulate her son into doing what she wanted, and what he desperately needed to do for his own sake.

"I'm going to go make a late lunch," she said. "Do you want a grilled cheese sandwich?"

"Yeah, sure," he said, thinking how quickly things had returned to normal after such a surreal exchange.

"You will not tell your brother anything about this happening, or even drop any hints, or I'll find out, and you'll never be allowed to touch my nylon-clad legs and feet ever again," she threatened. "Do you believe me, and is that clear?"

"Yes, Mom," he nodded, "absolutely," thinking there was no way Andrew would believe him anyway, plus he wanted to keep this hot... she'd called herself 'Mommy'... just for himself. For once, he was getting something Andrew wasn't.

"Good boy," she said, looking longingly down at his wet crotch one last time, not even trying to hide her interest, before she walked away, trying to look casual.

She prepared their sandwiches with sliced tomatoes on the side, they ate, she helped him (as usual but now perhaps not as always) by paying the online fee for two of the three, the other one not requiring a processing fee. By that time, she had to go to work.

"Shoot," she sighed. "Tell you what... come back tomorrow, and we'll do some job searching together online, and make sure your resumé is up to date."

"Okay," he said. "Then should I still apply for at least five jobs?"

"No, you've fulfilled your commitments for the day," she said, standing up and stretching, tacitly encouraging her son to take a really good look at her body. "I'll reward you tomorrow."

"Okay, he said, trying to appear casual, even though his dick was twitching, and about to burst again.

She noticed, and was tempted to do something about it, but resisted. Partly due to time, partly due to the idea it was wrong, and partly because she knew the power of a slow burn tease.

She went off to work, he went home... both of them pondering what tomorrow might bring.

.....

"What's wrong?" Andrew asked.

"Nothing," Alex denied.

"You're acting weird."

"How so?"

"You just are."

"I don't even know what that means."

"Whatever, just get your head in the game," Andrew said, annoyed.

"Yeah, sure," Alex said, although he was having a hard time concentrating while he replayed today's surreal encounter with his Mom.

.....

Alex arrived a few minutes early. Stephanie wasn't wearing her Hooters attire today, but a cute sundress and sexy red thigh highs, having also decided not to wear any panties, thinking she might 'accidentally' flash her son her shaved snatch at some point.

This time they sat side by side in the kitchen as they first examined his resumé, which had five obvious spelling mistakes just in the first paragraph. "No wonder nobody calls you back; five spelling mistakes leap right off the page at me, and your formatting is atrocious!"

"Oops," he joked, as he admired his Mom in red nylons today, not a colour she wore too often, wearing the shiny mocha hosiery most days, as required for work.

"No oops are allowed anymore," she scolded. "You're going to do things right and to the best of your ability from now on, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mom."

"And whenever we're alone, it's Mommy," she corrected him, using her seductive voice.

"Yes, Mommy," he complied, his cock suddenly aching with anticipation and hope.

"Fix these, and then we'll begin looking for jobs," she said, as she glanced down and noticed he was definitely hard. "Does that snake ever go to sleep?"

"Not when you're around," he blurted out before realizing what he was saying, so then stammered, "S-s-sorry, Mommy."

"No worries, I get the same reaction from men all day at work."

"I imagine you do."

"Tell you what, go ahead and make your corrections, and then you may massage Mommy's feet again, while I proofread and reformat it."

"Okay, thanks."

"Good boy," she said, then she got up and poured herself another coffee.

He hurriedly fixed the mistakes, excited for whatever else might transpire.

"Done?" she asked as she turned back around.

"Yes, Mommy," he said, really liking for some reason to address her by this term he hadn't used in years.

"Good, come and join me on the couch," she said, grabbing her laptop and departing for the living room.

For the next twenty minutes Stephanie repaired her son's resumé, reformatting it and discovering a few more typos, while he replicated yesterday's focused foot massage.

Just like yesterday, Stephanie unflinchingly rested her feet directly on her son's hard cock.

Once done, she said, "Okay, now it's perfect."

"Thanks, Mommy," he replied, resisting the temptation to lick her soles or to suck on her sexy sheerly-covered toes.

"Are you still hard?"

"Yeah," he admitted.

"It can't be at all good for you to be hard for that long and still be confined in your pants," she diagnosed with fake concern... but really curious finally to see how big he'd grown in the last twelve years.

"If you say it's okay, my little soldier could definitely come out for some air," he agreed, as he lifted up her feet and openly adjusted himself.

"I have an idea," she said.

"What is it?"

"Let's go back to the kitchen table," she said, which wasn't at all what he was hoping for.

"Okay," he said, his tone concealing his disappointment not at all.

She took her feet off his hard cock, set them on the floor, and walked back to the kitchen with her laptop. She placed it down and ordered, "Sit down right here."

"Okay," he said, as he reluctantly opened the computer.

Stephanie sat directly across from him and slid her chair in. "Why don't you pull out your penis, son?"

"Really?"

"Yes, in this arrangement I can't see it, but you can let it breathe; the poor guy is likely suffocating in there," she suggested.

"You sure?" he checked again, still surprised.

"Go ahead, Alex," she encouraged.

"Okay," he said, more than happy to do just that. He fished out his throbbing cock, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Is it still hard?"

"Yeah."

"Well maybe giving it some air will help," Stephanie said, as she straightened her legs and brought her feet to his cock, technically giving it less air, not that he'd point that out.

Alex's eyes went wide as he felt her feet grazing his cock.

"Just relax. I'm providing a little motivation for you to choose those five jobs to apply for," she explained, and after a little awkwardness from addressing her target blindly, she had her feet nestled on either side of his cock.

"Ooooooh," he moaned, this pedal attention too good to be true.

"Do you mind my doing this?" she asked faux courteously, as she began slowly moving her feet up and down.

"No, it feels really good!"

"Now here are my conditions: you aren't allowed to come until you've chosen at least five jobs for you to apply to today," she explained. She gave really good nylon-clad foot jobs; her ex had used to love them. (Mentioned him again. Damn!) She was also incredibly flexible, so she could do this with ease.

"Okay, it's a deal," he agreed, beginning to look for job openings, even while he was in awe of what was happening, and the intense pleasure she was giving him.

"Good boy," she encouraged, as she took her phone and began scrolling through twitter.