It looked like she had done this before, experienced and confident, controlling every stroke with precision. Her massive breasts jiggled heavily with each motion, bouncing softly in time with her foot's rhythm, the light pink nipples hard and straining against the air.
I tried to hold back, gripping the edge of the stool so hard, but it was impossible. The warmth of her soft foot, the slick pressure, the sight of her body moving above me, it all crashed over me at once.
"Mmh..." My hips jerked forward involuntarily. A low groan escaped my throat as I came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting out over her foot. Some splattered across her toes, dripping down in slow, sticky trails, while a few stray drops hit the wet tiles below.
"Hah... you really came hard." Lisa said, her voice a low mix of pride and mockery as she watched the last thick spurts drip from my cock onto her foot. "Did you like my footjob that much, little brother?"
I couldn't answer, breath ragged from the release. My cum coated her toes and the top of her foot in sticky white ropes, glistening under the bathroom light, some of it slowly sliding down the arch toward the tiles.
"Ugh... you came all over my feet." she muttered, lowering her leg back to the floor with deliberate slowness. She lifted her foot slightly, turning it to inspect the mess. Her expression twisted into something between disgust and dark satisfaction as she watched the gooey liquid cling to her skin, strings of it stretching between her toes before snapping.
She flexed her foot, making the cum shift and drip more, a few drops hitting the wet floor. The sight made my spent cock twitch again weakly, even as shame burned through me.
"Hey!" she snapped, suddenly sharp.
"What are you doing? Hurry up and clean yourself. Get out, I have to take a bath now." Her tone left no room for argument. She stepped back, arms crossing under her heavy breasts again, pushing them up as she stared me down, waiting.
I stood up instantly, hands flying down to cover my spent cock, still slick and twitching from the release. My face burned, pulse racing, as I tried to shield myself from her gaze.
Lisa stood there completely naked from head to toe, not even trying to cover up, her skin glowing faintly in the steamy bathroom light. She looked at me with that serious, unflinching expression, like she hadn't just jerked me off with her foot, like the thick ropes of my cum weren't still clinging to her toes.
I couldn't help glancing down at her feet again. The white, sticky mess coated her delicate toes, strings of it stretching between them. A fresh wave of shame crashed over me, mixed with a twisted spark of arousal that made my softening cock twitch one last time. The sight was filthy and mesmerizing all at once. Her smooth, pale skin marked by my release.
Lisa didn't move. She just watched me with those cold eyes, arms crossed loosely under her heavy breasts, pushing them up slightly as if daring me to look.
I turned away fast, stepping back under the shower. The sound of the water drowned out my heartbeat for a moment.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and hurried out of the bathroom without looking back, closing the door softly behind me.
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"Haaa..." I collapsed back onto the bed with a long, tired breath, staring up at the ceiling. Today had been exhausting in every possible way. First, Rose leaving with Mike for that equipment errand and my mind wouldn't stop replaying the wink he gave me. Then Lisa almost caught me and Lily together on the couch.
And now... Lisa in the bathroom. Giving me a footjob like it was nothing. Even if it felt like a sin, even if the shame still burned in my chest, I couldn't deny how good it had felt. The warmth of her foot, the way her toes curled around me, the pressure and rhythm like she knew exactly what she was doing. It was on another level, better than anything I'd felt before. Who knew something so simple could make me lose control like that.
I lay there for a long minute, breathing slowly, trying to push the thoughts away. But they kept coming back: her naked body, the way her breasts jiggled, the sticky mess on her foot. My cock gave a weak twitch under the towel, already half-interested again despite everything.
I shook my head slowly, trying to clear the lingering heat and shame from the bathroom encounter, then sat back on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh. I reached over to the side table and picked up my phone, the screen lighting up in the dim room.
Worried about Rose, I opened our text thread right away. My thumb hovered for a second before I typed.
Me: Hey ♥️
Me: Rose, are you there?
I hit send and stared at the screen, waiting. The little "delivered" mark appeared under the messages, but nothing else. No typing indicator, no reply bubbles, just silence. I kept watching, refreshing the chat every few seconds, hoping for the reply.
Minutes dragged on. The room felt too quiet, the only sound my own breathing and the faint hum of the house settling around me. My worries started to rise again.
Countless question started to appear in my head. Where was she? She said she was heading home. She should have been here by now, or at least answered. What if Mike had done something? What if that wink at the door meant more than I thought?
I refreshed the chat again. Still nothing.
My thumb hovered over the call button, but I hesitated. If she was busy or tired, I didn't want to seem clingy. But the knot in my stomach tightened with every passing second.
To be continued…
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