Confidently strutting out with his mother's feet footjobbing away down below, Jamal seems a bit happier with his family like this. Deena wouldn't be a bitch anymore, and his mom won't cause him stress. If anything, both of them will be the stress relief from now on.
"I know you two will make proud." He whispered to the moving bulge in his pants. Locking the front door, Jamal walked along, his mother's feet bobbing up and down. She seemed to have had a personality change during this time, as it shifted to one of both a mother and a pair of feet to fuck Jamal.
"Young man, where do you think you're going?" She tried asking, though couldn't speak since she was just a pair of feet. "You haven't finished you footjob chores yet. No hanging out with friends until you get those done." She scrunched her toes around his tip, squeezing it between them.
Feeling his feety mother do this, Jamal stopped to thrust his hips up and down a bit. Her soft soles rubbing against his rod felt fantastic, as her sweat kept him warm and moist. But what Jamal wasn't aware of was that his mother was feeling just as much pleasure as him. All her nerves now packed into a pair of feet made all the movements feel a hundred times more sensual.
Her adept footwork managed to milk another load from her son, launching spurts of white over her squirming self. "Better, but not good enough." Jamal's mother told him, just as Jamal met up with his sports buddies. Hearing him greet them, she went into action in punishing him. "Why can't you ever listen to me?" She asked, speeding up her footjobs.
Hunched over in ecstasy, Jamal murmured for her to slow down, but she did the opposite. The moving bulge in the front of his pants was definitely obvious to his friends, yet they said nothing. They stared at Jamal fucking the feet in front of them, gasping as he came on her soft soles and cute toes again.
But she would not give him a chance to relax, for Jamal's mother went right back to a skilled, speedy footjob. From there, Jamal tried his hardest to act normal with his friends, as they tossed frisbees and played soccer. Jamal was very hindered by his mother's footjobs though. She wanted his cum on her soles and she did a great job at milking it out of him. He never even knew he could cum this much, spurt after spurt giving her what she wanted.
Jamal realized his mother's fancy footwork was only going to continue as long as she was in his pants. Excusing himself to the nearest restroom, he tried to undo the bondage holding her feet around his junk. But to his surprise, he couldn't undo it. "No, this can't be happening!" He cried, imagining living life with his mother's milfy feet permanently tied around his dick and hiving him footjobs. "Serves you right for not listening to mommy." She chastised, still silent to Jamal.
Scared as to how to fix this situation, Jamal remember he still had the fusion gloves in his pockets. If only he knew how to use them to solve this conundrum.