"Hey..honey..you weren't sleeping were you?"
Now this was a trick question. There was no turning back for us from start anyway. So buckle up fam.
"No mom it was bit noisy so yeah.."
"....so you were listening "
"I mean its pret *murmur....."
"What?"
"Nothing mom!"
"...soo did you enjoyed it?"
What the fuck is happening here?
"!?....*huuu... yes mom I loved it"
" *chuckle...I bet you did honey..specially with the way that is!"
She pointed down and I follwed her finger blankly.What saw was a huge bulge for all the world to see.
" Fuck!!"
My dick was hard as iron and it looks like its not going down anytime soon.
"DONAVAN what did you just say?!"
SHIT shit....*sigh.. So any eroitic act is A OK
but no fucking cursing in the house! Is that it?. What kind of fuckery is this?.
"Why aren't you answering son?"
"..sorry mom it wouldn't happen again"
"Fine. Mind your words from now or no massage sessions again"
Aren't I the one giving massages though?.
"Well whatever your doing my feet now..come on chop CHOP"
Only then did I see her legs were dripping with cum...and I'm supposed to massage them?!. Something within me snapped at that moment and I felt like there would be no going back for me now.
" Yes ma'm..I'm coming"
I follwed her with my dick in full attention.
I'd never had my mother approach me after one of her 'sessions' before as she'd either pass out or have a shower and go to sleep straight up.
I could tell she was a bit tipsy. The question is, is it from drinking or being thoroughly 'satisfied'. Of course I couldn't care less. My full attention was on her dancing hips and the seductive grace she appear to be excluding. Every move of her is so damn irresistible that I could just look at her for hours without a blink.
I am so horny right now and her behavior isn't helping. Well its only natural because I was edging my cock halfway when she knocked on the door. If she was a minute late then I would have come out of the door with white cream plastered over my crotch. Thank gods...or not.
But to my utter disappointment she didn't fo anything. As if forgot about the massage she turned the TV on sat on the couch. Pouring herself a cup of wine she started complaining about her coworkers.
While she spoke animately between sips of wine, she used her other hand to rub her foot. Wine arm bent on the arm of the couch, leaned forward, cleavage pressed together, one hand caressing and kneading her foot. She switched from foot to foot, bending back her toes so her smooth prominent arch screamed at me. Pushing her pink toes forward to rub her heel. Fingers twirling around candied toes.
I stared at the spectacle, taking in each moment. I would like to say it was the aroma of the wine, but watching her lotion covered feet and legs had always been something I imagined.
There was something sensual about the whole thing, even if she was alternating between speaking and drinking. I sat there for awhile, hot and hardened. The polyester of my shorts caressing my bulge.
Her loosely put together nighties aren't doing a good job it seems. Smooth crystaline legs are peeking through her silk. Chest on the other hand was different matter altogether. Her nipples are barely covered right now. But what caught attention were the red patches.
'Damn that dick head had a crazy time with her'
"Excuse me?" she said breaking my eyes from her hickeys.
"Did you go somewhere?"
"Oh," heat blossomed across my face
"sorry mom, I was spacing out a bit."
She nodded as if accepting the answer,
"Well," she shook the now empty glass at me. "Mommy needs another."
I was hard, knee up to hide it, blushing like I hadn't since I was sixteen.
"Um... okay?"
You know that awkward boner walk where you're trying to hide something that definitely can't be hidden? Yeah... that's what I did. Hips pointed away from her, butt tucked up, cock angled down, I sidestepped over to take the glass and scurried into the kitchen. Was it my imagination or did she look down and smile? She had to have seen it, right?
"Here mom," I said, composure once again within my grip.
She smiled, eyes looking up behind eyelashes
"Thanks, baby."
Her smooth as satin hand cupped mine and held it there.
"Do mommy a favor?"
The heat from her hand was at once in tandem with my groin and hand. As if it were two binary stars orbiting each other.
"Anything" I said barely able to catch a full breath.
She lifted her leg, skirt riding further up, and pointed her toes at me. A perfect ninety degree angle from toe to hip.
"Will you rub my feet again? I just don't have enough strength."
From budgeoning heat to full on erection. Her poise, her words, her toes, they all colluded to drive me to the brink of horniness. It was as if the one present I had waited every Christmas for was finally at my door.
"Y-yes mom" I stammered.