Jamal looked at his mother, smiling at her as she looked stern. His gaze fell downward, toward her dainty feet wearing flip flops. He always found himself staring at them, and aimed to try something different. Placing a gloved palm across the top of her feet, Jamal then reaches up and touches his mother's arm. He considered this a long shot, and anticipated nothing but a scolding or grounding. Yet, to his surprise, a fusion actually took place.
His mother's body had mostly vanished, leaving only her wiggling feet behind. It would seem she had been fused with them, since they grew up a size to a size 8. Smirking, Jamal grabbed her by the ankle stumps and slipped her sandals off. Turning them upside down, her toes wiggled helplessly. Scrunching her toes made her soft soles wrinkle up, making Jamal intrigued. He always knew his mother took pride in caring for her hands and feet, and seeing the doted on parts on their own got his libido going. He placed his face right against her soles, taking in the fragrant strawberry scent of the soap she always used.
Figuring that with keeping her like this was a viable option, Jamal took this as a chance to do something different. Keeping the gloves off for now, he spends the rest of the day creating a complex sort of bondage with some fabric and a pair of his underwear. His intention clear, he slipped everything into place. This bondage's purpose was to keep his mother's feet bound around his erect dick, keeping their soles against each other to always rub against his erection between them. With the toes pointed upward, they were able to sometimes squeeze the head of Jamal's rod, whenever it would be slipped upwards. Loving how this was going, Jamal made sure to really tighten the bondage, making the footjob feel so much better, and making sure it was impossible for his dick to slip out from between his mother's feet, even if they were very lubed up or wet.
It helped that it was his mother's feet moving of their own accord, either curious as to what was going on, or struggling in a feeble attempt to escape. Regardless, Jamal happily lost his footjob virginity to them, spewing cum on her dainty toes. "Man this feels great." He declares, patting the bound feet in his pants. Grabbing the gloves and putting them in his pocket, Jamal called out to his sister, "I'm heading out, Dechair. I'll be back a little later." He says, awkwardly stepping outside, with his mother's feet fucking him in his pants. Deena chair moaned mindlessly, as Jamal left the house.