Chapter 22

Usually, the smell from his mother’s shoes would be a little sour, yet today it had clearly been intensified. On top of this, there was a distinct extra sour smell of sweat accompanied by it.

Aroused by this disgusting smell, Alan remembered that his mother had just been to the gym. Usually, she would have taken a bath in the gym before coming home, yet from the current smell, Alan could tell she had skipped this today.

His eyes peered slightly up at her. Her beautiful legs were still moist from sweat. Further up, her shorts stockings had clear wet marks in all the sweatiest areas. Her crotch, her inseam. It was also possible to see the beginning of the wet mark extending inside her ass crack.

He felt an erection immediately pop in his pants.

“How is the smell of your mother’s shoes today, slave?” Alicia asked Alan teasingly.

“The smell is amazing Mom, even better than usual.” Alan exposed all his inner thoughts; he was truly mesmerized by the current odor extending from his mother.

“That is good to hear, for I have a lot more in store for you,” Alicia said before extending her hand down and grabbing Alan’s collar, and leading him along toward the bedroom.

She sat down on the bed and extended her feet towards Alan, “Now you can fully indulge yourself in the smell.”

Alan instantly knew what she meant. He walked over and kneeled before his mother. Quickly, he untied her shoes and removed them from her feet. Instantly, a wave of the sweaty odor was released in the room. Alan felt like he could see a steam cloud rise from his mother’s white socks as he sucked in the sour and disgusting smell of sweat.

Writhing in arousal, he extended his tongue towards his mother’s sweat-soaked socks, beginning to let it dance around on the feet, showing the experience he had gathered over the past week.

A salty and sour taste flowed into his mouth, as well as some gathered moisture from his mother’s socks. The double attack of both the taste and the smell got Alan incredibly aroused.

Looking up at his mother, he could see signs that she was enjoying his foot worship. Slowly, he started removing the socks from her feet, beginning to lap at her bare wet feet. He let his tongue slide between the toes, gathering up any toe gunk and sweat present in every crevice.

Alicia watched her son worship her disgusting feet with great enjoyment. Not to mention the physical pleasure of having her feet sticky from sweat cleaned by her son’s tongue, the feeling of empowerment was just as pleasurable.

Soon, she felt her feet be completely clean from sweat. She asked, “What place do you want to clean next, my perverted son?”

Alan was the type that saved the best part for last, “How about your armpits mom? They must be very sweaty after training so hard.”

Alicia snickered, before raising her sweaty arm, “Then go on and clean me.”

Alan got onto the bed. He pushed his head into his mother’s right armpit, before beginning his tongue bath. The smell of sweat was different here compared to the feet. The foot sweat was sour and disgusting, and while the smell in the armpit was still sour, it was also stale and nauseating. He let his tongue glide over his mother’s armpit skin, gathering all the moisture inside.

The armpit is a very sensitive area. Alicia, feeling her son’s experienced tongue clean her sweaty armpit, began to sigh slightly from pleasure, as she felt herself get cleaned.

Soon, Alan finished cleaning both armpits.

“What do you want now then, little sweat pervert?” Alicia said with a slightly flushed face. Her cold face was extra attractive at this moment in Alan’s eyes.

“Mom let me clean your crotch. It would be bad to leave all the sweat there.”

“Hmm, ok, but for that, I have a slightly better idea. Get undressed and lie down on the bed.”

Alan quickly followed his mother’s orders, getting rid of all his clothes, before lying down naked on the bed, completely exposing himself to his mother.

Alicia walked onto the bed and stood above his head. The beautiful view above Alan’s head at this moment was too good to be described with words. Her plump buttock pressed together, revealing a deep valley in between. A small mound extended before her stomach, as her small but perky boobs, towered over him. Her cold face was slanted down, looking down on him like he was an insect below her feet, at her mercy to be stepped on.

“Then, your mother will reward you for all the hard work you do.” After saying that, her knees bent, and her wide plump ass started descending toward Alan’s face.

She squatted down and placed her ass over her son’s face, engulfing it between her two soft cheeks, burying it in her sweaty ass crack. This was the dream she had had in the gym, and now she was doing it for real. She was ecstatic at her new relationship with her son.

Alan was probably even more ecstatic, yet he wasn’t able to think about those things at the moment, as his mind was overcome by intense arousal. His mother’s plump butt engulfed his head like it was consuming it. Accompanied by that was an intense stench of ass sweat and shit he was familiar with but even more intense than usual.