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Mom's Sexy Feet

By: racerex



The fascination with the female foot started when I was a teenager. My mother's feet were the object of my curiosity; since she was the one female I saw all the time. 

As long as I can remember, she went barefoot from springtime to fall. I do remember it seeming odd to me that she went around the house this way. 

Pantyhose covered feet were a special curiosity to me. The nude colored hose made her feet look sexy. It was a special thrill to sneak into her room and touch her nylons and hose. They felt fantastic, especially when I slid one over my hard-on. Kissing her used, hanging pantyhose was one of my favorite things to do.

My curiosity to view turned into a longing to touch one month after my eighteenth birthday. I was at the local "late night" bookstore and I stumbled upon a discount rack of adult books. 

I bought two three-packs of books and made my way home. One book really caught my attention. It was about a sex-starved mother who seduced everyone in her path. 

The part of the book I wore out reading was where the mother seduced her college bound son. She seduced him by dressing provocatively around the house. Low cut tops, skirts and nylons caught his attention. 

Next, she asked him to massage her tired, nylon-clad feet, a couple times a week. After teasing him for some time, she came up with a plan. 

His mother gave him money to buy clothes for college but with a stipulation. He had to buy a sexy pair of nylons he would like to see her wear. 

He purchased a pair and to his surprise, she wanted to wear them while they sat down together for their movie night. To send him over the edge, she told him he was to put the nylons on her legs before they started the movie. 

He did as told and by the end of the night he massaged, kissed and came all over her nylon feet. After that point, I really became attentive to my mom's feet.

I spied looks at my mother's feet whenever I could. In order to do so, I helped out once and awhile with chores that she did. The nightly dishes were my best chance to sneak a peek. 

I was treated to a solid fifteen minutes of foot action. I enjoyed her bare feet, but I really enjoyed looking at her pantyhose covered feet. 

Sunday was the one-day of the week when she always wore pantyhose, although she usually blocked my peeking by wearing slippers. 

I cherished the Sundays where she wore pantyhose without the slippers. On those days, I helped her out every chance I could. 

I would take my sweet time drying the dishes in order to get the most viewing time. Sunday was also our family movie night. You could not beat two hours of pantyhose feet watching. 

On our family movie night, I moved from the couch to the floor. The floor was the best spot to be treated to constant foot action. 

My mom couldn't sit still while watching a movie, so she was always flexing, swinging or rubbing her feet on the carpet. 

I loved to watch her little toes flex but my favorite was when she pushed her feet back and forth on the carpet. 

Watching her feet moving back and forth in unison was usually better than the movie. She had to have liked the sensation of her feet against the carpet because she did it a lot. 

I lay there wondering what it would feel like to have her hose clad feet going back and forth over my face.

One night, the family dog made me totally jealous. I was watching television with my mom while playing with the dog. 

I finished playing with the dog and he went over and lay down next to my mom. She was swinging her foot and when she stopped, he raised his head and began licking her heel. 

I watched this in wonder for a minute before I spoke. "Why are you letting the dog lick your foot?" 

She responded with "He does it all the time. He must enjoy the salty taste" 

I asked, "Does it bother you that he licks your feet?" She chuckled at my comment and said, 

"Not at all, in fact I kinda like it. His tongue tickles all the nerves in my foot". 

The dog licked every inch of the bottom of her foot and then she lowered her foot to the floor and had him lick the whole top of her foot. 

I was floored; she definitely was enjoying the dogs tongue bath. 

I sat there wondering if I were there instead of the dog, would she still like the tongue bath?

After she was satisfied with the one foot, she moved her other foot over for its turn. I watched with interest and envy as he licked the other foot. 

My intent staring was certainly noticed by my mom, but she refused to say a thing about it. I saw this again, over a week later on Sunday morning. 

I was watching the football pre-game show and my mom was reading the Sunday paper. The dog came in and started to lick her pantyhose covered foot. 

It took a few licks for her to register that he was licking her hose. She scolded him and went back to her paper. 

Seconds later, he was back at it again. She scolded him again and this time I decided to chime in. 

"Since you always let him lick your feet, why don't you just take your pantyhose off and let him continue?" 

She paused a moment, lowered the newspaper, looked at me and said, "OK wise guy, come on over here and kneel down". 

She stretched her legs out and rested her feet on the coffee table. My mom then said, "Since the dog can't take them off, you can do it for him and drop them down the shoot so they get washed." 

I looked at her baffled and she said, "Don't be scared, they are nylons, not pantyhose" 

She lifted her dress up to her knees and said oh so softly "Go ahead and take them off, my legs won't bite you" 

She watched as my reluctant hands went around her nylon covered leg and slid up her dress. I was in heaven with the feel of the nylon on her leg. 

I crept my way up her leg, realizing that the tops were higher than I thought. I reached the top of her nylon knowing that my fingers were only inches away from her panties. 

I started to roll them off when she stopped me. "That's not how I take them off, I'll instruct you," 

She told me to slip my fingers under the nylon and pull to the end of the foot. Then, you take the nylon off from the top of the toes. She watched as I did as instructed on the foot that the dog had licked. 

My mom then went back to reading the paper. I stared at the contrast between her two legs. I also was fascinated that this was the first time that I got to hold her delicate foot in my hand.

I now had an extreme close-up of her toes. I marveled how sexy her toes looked covered in the nude nylons compared to the bare ones. 

She must've wondered what I was doing because she lowered the paper and pushed her other foot up inches from my face. 

"I've got one left, if you haven't forgotten sweetie". I snapped back from my stare as she went back to reading the paper. 

I decided to savor the feel as I slide my hands once again up her leg. 

This time, instead of moving up with my fingertips, I opened up my hands so my whole hand could feel her leg. I felt her body tense a bit as I inched my way up. 

The hard-drive in my brain was storing every inch for future usage. She didn't say a word or lower the paper as I reached the top and stopped. 

I traced my thumbs along the top of her nylon causing her to shift on the couch. Her shifting caused my hand to lightly brush against her panties. I froze as my hand contacted her panties. 

I took my time lowering her nylon, knowing that this may be turning her on like it was me. 

I held her heel in my hand and pulled her nylon off. I stared at the beauty of her naked foot resting in my hand. 

Oh, how I wanted to stick out my tongue and run a trail up her foot. 

My mom broke the silence with, "Since the dog is licking my other foot, why don't you be a sweetie and massage this one for me?" 

I was shocked. She was actually asking me to massage her foot. 

I went ahead and began massaging her foot. I took my thumbs and pressed them gently against her arch and started tracing small circles. 

Seconds later, this caused a happy response. "mmmmm....That feels nice." 

As I continued, I wondered if she was getting wet. Luckily, she was reading the paper; otherwise she would've seen the growing erection in my pants. 

The dog was licking away at her other foot while I was hoping to do the same with mine. I moved my face inches away from her foot as I massaged it. 

I decided to ever so gently blow on her foot as I caressed it. This caused her to once again respond with another drawn out "mmmmmmmmm". 

I decided then to push a little further. I held her foot around her ankle and lightly blew my breath up her foot in circles. 

As I reached her toes, she shifted on the couch and her foot brushed against my face. I decided to go for it and as I opened my mouth to lick her foot, I heard my father coming up the stairs from the basement. 

She pulled her foot away and whispered, "Thank you for the massage, it was very sweet of you, now go put those away before your father comes in here." 

I grabbed the nylons and headed for the laundry shoot in the hallway. 

Good thing my dad didn't come into the room until I left because he might have seen me holding her nylons with a tent sticking from my pants. 

He went into the family room and talked to my mom so I made a pit stop into the bathroom before sending her nylons on their way. 

As I waited for my father to leave, I took the nylon that the dog didn't lick and inhaled the slight aroma from her foot. I then put my hand in the nylon and pulled it on. 

Temptation got the best of me and I put my fingers into my mouth, pretending I was licking her toes. I then decided to go further. 

I dropped my drawers and put her nylon over my hard-on. I proceeded to masturbate and shoot my load into her nylon. 

My happiness soon turned to terror as I stood there wondering how I could cover up what I just did. I squeezed out what I could and I ran them under the water. I snuck to the basement and hid them underneath some clothes. 

I came back from the basement and went back to watching the football game. To my surprise, when I returned, the dog was back licking her feet.

Mom was still reading the newspaper, so I watched with jealousy. A minute later she lowered the paper and caught me staring. 

She smiled at me and said seductively, "My foot would really like some more pampering...... will you help?" 

I paused, not wanting to give away the fact that I'd love to. Mom then tried again, "You can sit here in front of the couch and watch football while you do it". 

I caved and sat down in front of her. She placed her legs over my shoulder and offered a foot to me. I stared at her sexy pink toenails as I began massaging one foot. 

It didn't take long for my excitement to rise again. I paused my work and adjusted myself so the evidence was harder to see. She definitely knew what I was up to. 

After nearly ten minutes of constant purring, she stopped me and said, 

"That was wonderful. I could take an hour of that. Since you were so kind, the least I could do is massage your shoulders for you". 

Before I could say no, she slid forward placing her hands and my shoulders and her feet rested on my thighs. 

As she rubbed my shoulders, her feet started to slide up my thighs. They stopped an inch away from my happy captain. 

Mom continued for another minute before she stopped and needed to re-adjust. As she shifted her body, her feet just happened to find their resting spot right in my crotch. 

I tensed up and she refused to move her feet from their place. For the next few minutes, she rubbed my neck while her right foot lightly brushed my hard-on. 

The telephone soon rang, ending our little foot encounter. I got up to answer it and Mom got up and went to the bathroom. 

She came out of the bathroom several minutes later. Instead of coming back into the family room, she went downstairs. 

I froze as I heard her go down the steps. Would she see the nylons that I dropped down the shoot? I know they were totally wet from my tasting and my cum. Mom was down there several minutes, which frightened me. 

Mom finally came back and when she walked past me, she smiled and blew me a kiss. She was wearing slippers but she had nylons on her feet!

Did she put on a new pair in the bathroom? Did she discover what I did?  If she did, was she wearing the nylon I shot my load into? And if so, was she turned on by the fact that I did it? 

I sat in confusion while watching the football game. My mom continued her reading of the newspaper. 

I glanced over by her to see that she was dangling a slipper. A minute later, she called me over to show me an article in the paper. 

I checked out the article and as I was about to go back to my game, she asked; "Would you be a sweetheart and hand me the sales ads?" 

The ads were on the floor, so I got off the couch to fetch them. Two sexy feet were resting on the ads. 

My mom was flexing her toes and as I looked at the pair, I could see that the nylon on her right foot was totally wet. 

Her right foot was wearing the nylon I shot my load into! 

Mom stopped flexing her toes and she started rubbing the bottom of her left foot over the wet toes of her right foot. She knew she had me hooked, so the show continued. 

She lifted her right foot off the ads and started moving it up and down her left leg. I stared at her wet toes as they ran up and down her leg several times. 

When she finished this, she crossed her right leg over her left, which put her right foot inches away from my face. 

She then started to flex her toes right next to my face. I quickly gave her the ads and went back to my football viewing. 

My mind certainly wasn't on the game. I was going through what had just happened in the last hour. The teasing ended that day and weeks went by without a word, like nothing happened. 

I did notice that she began to wear nylons more often and on Sundays she walked around in her nylons for the whole day without slippers.

A month later, things changed for the better around the house. My father got moved to second shift and my mother decided that she was going back to work. 

This meant that my dad would not be home until eleven or so at night and my mom would be dressing up in pantyhose everyday. 

On the nights when she left her pantyhose on after work, I conveniently joined her in the family room to watch tv. I played with the dog on the floor, which gave me the best vantage points. 

She realized my plan and when she brushed her feet on the floor, she would push them right up to my face before taking them back. The nylon teasing went on for some time. My mom even let the dog lick her nylon-covered toes one night.

I was lying on my back in front of the sofa with the dog in my lap. As I played with the dog, my mom positioned herself above me and rested her feet on each side of my head. 

She then slid her feet back and forth from my temples down to my cheeks. I loved the feel of her feet on my face. 

She stopped and then she lifted a foot and offered it to the dog. I stared with wonder as the dog licked her nylon covered toes. 

Mom then took her other foot and started tracing circles on my cheek with her toes. Her toes brushed my lips, so I took a shot and pushed my tongue just outside my mouth. 

Her toes passed over my tongue three times before she lifted her legs and went back to resting on the couch. I lay there in wonder at what just happened. Not a word was spoken as I went back to playing with the dog.

This did start the point where my mom kept her hose on after she changed her work clothes. She even started wearing a wider selection. 

I was treated to black, nude, tan, white and even patterned sets that looked spectacular.

Most nights my mom would rest on the sofa and fall asleep until my dad came home. I joined her and often stared at her sexy feet as she slept.

When she fell asleep on her stomach, I would lean over and closely examine her wrinkled soles. I also would lie down at her feet and stare at them, wishing she would wake and ask me to lick them. 

One night, Mom was lying on her stomach with her feet stretched out next to me while watching the television. I was watching the television with a pillow in my lap. 

The pillow was concealing the hard-on I had while watching her feet. Mom then raised her legs and scooted closer to me. 

She surprised me by asking; "Would you be a sweetheart and rub my feet for me? They are really tired." I replied; "Sure." 

She lowered her feet and rested them on my pillow. I had not held them since that football Sunday and now I could massage them without the fear of my dad walking in. 

I took hold of her foot and began massaging it. I pressed my thumbs into her arch and began making little circles. The feel of her sexy feet in the silky nylons was intoxicating. 

My mom furthered my excitement with her words and sounds; "mmmmm....That feels really nice. I think I could really get used to this." 

I was standing at full mast with one foot in my hands and the other resting on the pillow. The pillow was soft and not too thick. I think there was no doubt that her resting foot could feel my hard-on underneath. 

As I continued kneading her foot below the toes, mom would raise her foot off the pillow and drop it back down. This caused my hard-on to twitch with excitement. 

Mom then pressed her foot lightly into the pillow and moved it back and forth over my hard-on as she purred; "mmmmmmmmm." I continued the massage going to her toes. I wanted to taste them, but I wouldn't without her go ahead. 

Her praise made me feel awesome. "Your hands are very skillful and gentle.....wow. My feet are forever in your debt" 

I switched to her other foot and continued as slow as I could. I certainly didn't want this to end. 

I brought her foot up to my mouth and started to gently blow on her toes. She instantly replied, "mmmmmmm......that feels sooooo nice" I wanted her to tell me to lick her toes, but she didn't.

One thing stood out to me as I massaged her feet. There was no odor of nylons that were worn all day long. 

She must have changed them before she came in to watch television. She also continued her teasing with the other foot. Again and again, she lightly pressed her foot in the pillow tracing it along my shaft. 

Each time she would press on it she would softly purr, "mmmmmmmmmmmmm". 

I was about to shoot any minute. Her next reply made me smile. "If you are around, would you possibly be able to give my feet a weekly massage?" 

I didn't answer before she spoke again; " Your hands are very talented, I would certainly be grateful." 

I answered; "No problem. You do a lot for me, this is the least I could do." 

Mom then took her feet back, turned around and crawled next to me on the couch. She then placed her hand on my upper thigh, inches away from my hard-on. 

Her hand slid to the head of my shaft as she spoke, "I'm so happy that you will help out my tired feet". 

She kissed me on the cheek and got up and went to bed. After that night, I got to weekly massage her feet.

One night, I tried something new. I decided to lie down on the couch and rest before my mom did. 

Five minutes after I lied down, my mother got up and went to her room. See came back fifteen minutes later. 

I waited a while and closed my eyes feigning sleep. A few minutes later, as I expected, my mom laid down to rest. 

She stretched out and I felt her feet lightly touch my hair. Five minutes later, she rolled over and stretched out completely, resting her feet inches from my face. 

Once again, her pantyhose clad feet were resting only inches away from my wanting lips. I longed to lean over and taste those wrinkled soles. 

My eyes traced a path along her feet following the wrinkles up to her pretty little toes. My arousal grew as she started to flex her toes. 


Mom's Sexy Feet and More Ch. 01



WARNING: This story contains strong language and incest/taboo content. So if you are offended by the above mentioned, please do not continue. If you are not offended, enjoy! This is my first story, so any feedback whatsoever would be greatly appreciated. 

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It's always been my Mom and me. I never knew my dad and didn't really care. Mom's a classy lady who is 45 years old, 5'4" in height with shoulder length brunette hair and a bust size of 34FF with size 10-12 panties and has the most scrumptious pair of feet you have ever seen. She wears a size 5 shoe, has slightly hammer shaped toes, smooth soles and a picturesque arch. Her toes go in perfect descending order in height and shape, from her big toe to her tiniest toe. Their shape also gets more hammer like the further down you go in toe size. I guess it's because her feet are squashed together in her work shoes, which have a 3" heel. 

She works for British Airways, but always wanted to work for Virgin Atlantic. Those girls are so much hotter in red than the BA uniform, which is a navy blue. I guess it is appropriate work attire being a smart navy than a hot red. The uniform she wears consists of a navy blazer, white blouse, navy skirt/trousers (the skirt comes just below the knee with a slit in the back) tan or thin black coloured pantyhose (optional) and 3 inch heeled shoes which are also coloured navy.

Mom always did a lot of work throughout her life in those shoes, the pay wasn't great but we got through, so I guess that's how she got those perfectly shaped peds. An average day at work would be to help passengers get their luggage checked in and issue boarding passes, or help accompany a minor through security to board their plane, or generally help passengers that didn't know what the hell they were doing. She worked shifts and my favourite shift would have to be the early shift because she would go to work at about 5am and come home at around 2pm, which meant I had just got ready from showering and was ready to eat something. She would come home and quickly get dressed into something that is comfy and light. The usual would be jogger pants and a white Tee with a zipper-hoody. She would put her peds into black lacy style toe-covered slippers most days and in winter she wore these sheep like socks and pink slippers. She would do a little house work for a few hours then get dinner on and once dinner was cooking, she would shower then paint her nails. Her usual colours were a shade of pink or red.

Ever since I had sexual feelings I was always into mature women. I would search internet sites for hours just to find someone who resembled my Mom. Whenever I got close I would have the most amazing jerk off, lasting from 30 minutes to an hour! I only really got into feet when I became aroused by my mother's in the summer of 2006, I was 18, and since that day I always fantasised about feet. 

It was a hot summer's day, about 30°C and she came home from an early shift...

"Hi hun, I'm home." She would always say this when she walked into the house. 

I was watching the FIFA World Cup match between France and Switzerland in a pair of denim shorts and a Tee, not paying much attention to the game though because of how hot it was. I was drinking some coke in a tall glass full of ice with a straw... is there any other way?

"Hi Mom."

As she walked into the living room I noticed she still had her shoes on. She was a stylish lady and took pride in the way she dressed. Even for her work uniform she would buy other shoes to wear that wouldn't look too out of the ordinary but were of her own unique style. She had on these size 5 dolly's.

"Hun, I had SUCH a busy day at work today I feel like dying!"

"Aww, bad times." I replied.

"I know right!" 

She saw that my glass was nearly finished so she offered to get me another, how could I refuse. It was about 2:10pm and nearing half-time in the game. She came back with my drink, but this time she wasn't wearing her work blazer. When she put down the glass of coke I couldn't believe what I had in my sights. I had an inside shot of her left 34FF tit and noticed she wore a white bra that had a design on it like flowers or something; like lingerie. As she was getting back up from putting the glass down, I noticed how undone her blouse was! (Or maybe I was imagining this) I could see her cleavage! (Nope, not imagining here) It was so deep I swear it would swallow about half a 30cm ruler!!

"Okay hun I'm goin' up to change. When I come down I'll make us some sandwiches, how does that sound?"

"That sounds great!"

I don't know if I was more excited about what I just saw or the sandwiches! I don't think she realised just how revealing she was. I started to grow a boner thinking about what Mom looked like before she left to get changed. 

Mom left the living room door open and you could see some of the stairs, enough to notice if someone went up or down them. About 10 minutes after Mom went up I heard her footsteps, soon enough and turned to look. As she was coming down the stairs I noticed she had on her classic pair of joggers, no zipper-hoody, but she did have a Tee on. I wasn't sure if I heard the sound of flip-flops, because Mom never wore those. As she walked passed I sat up so I could see what she was wearing, and to my dismay they weren't flip-flops but were those black lacy toe-covered slippers she had for years. I also noticed how she had tan coloured pop-socks; you know the ones women wear when they don't want to wear a full pair of socks. 

I carried on watching the half-time clips. 

About 15 minutes later she walked into the living room with a tray of sandwiches and chips. I noticed how she had on a V-neck Tee with buttons and the first two buttons were undone. However, it wasn't as revealing as I would have liked; but did show an inch worth of cleavage. By now my boner had gone and a little pre-cum residue was on my boxers. I tried to position myself as to not feel the cold wetness in my boxers. Mom put the tray down on the table and as I leant forward she was moving right in front of me; I guess she wanted to sit next to me. I leaned forward whilst looking down at myself and could feel she was close to me, out of reaction I looked up whilst sorting myself out and my nose scraped her right ass cheek.

"WOop, Easy tiger."

"Sorry Mom, I didn't mean to do that I was just..." 

"It's alright hun, no problem." 

She said cutting me off mid sentenced. Mom plonked herself beside me on the couch with a plate of sandwiches and some chips, crossed her legs then started eating. I was hungry too so I started eating. The second half began, so we watched the game. 

When she finished eating, she put her plate down on the table, then kicked her slippers off and put her feet up on the couch. She was sitting closer to the arm rest of the sofa so when she put her feet up they were closer to me. Mom sat in a Z-like shape, if you know what I mean. As the game went on I finished my food and leant forward to put it on the table. As I did so, Mom asked me to put the fan on to a faster setting, seen as I was moving I figured why not, so I did. I plonked myself down and slouched to the left. A few minutes after sitting down I noticed a faint smell in the air, I couldn't quite make out what it was. I looked at Mom to see if she noticed it, but she didn't and continued watching T.V. I looked at the tray and thought, 'naah it can't be that'. Then I noticed my mom's feet. They were about a hands length away from my right knee. I thought to myself, could that musky smell be coming from mom's feet? So I checked them out for a bit and re-positioned myself to get a bit closer to them. This wasn't going to work unless I lifted her feet up and smelt them; that would be weird, so that plan failed. 

"Hun, I'm just going to rest for a little while. Scoot over to the other couch so I can stretch out my legs."

I wouldn't have minded if she put her feet up on my legs to be honest with you, but she might think I'm a pervert or something, so on second thought, I moved. When I sat down on the other couch I couldn't help but check out her feet from time-to-time. That musky scent was still in the room. To tell you the truth, I began to get slightly aroused by this aroma. It was quite alluring. I really wanted to investigate this smell, so once she's in a deeper sleep I might go and smell her feet. 

NO! This is my MOM for fuck sake! What's the matter with me? That scent is really getting me aroused though. 

I thought about it for a long time. 

Mom was lying on her back and by now she must be in a deep sleep...I was just eyeing up her feet...I looked at her face from time to time to see if she was wondering what I was up to...nope, she was K.O. I was so engrossed in wanting to smell her feet that I totally missed how hard her nipples were! I'm such a fiend for this scent that I forgot about her huge tits! Her nipples were medium sized and had big areola space. Her montgomery glands were also visible around the circumference of her areola through her bra and Tee. It must have been because of the fan as to why her nipples were hard. As I was now aware I'm checking out my Mom, I figured what the hell, so I eyed her all the way down and stopped at her crotch. Oh my god!! It can't be! Her jogger pants must have ridden up her because I saw what I knew to be camel toe! Oh how wonderful it was to look at this woman lying down. I'm getting a full peep show here, hard nips, camel toe and the scent of musky feet. I had a raging hard on now and had to jerk this off. 

I left the room as quietly as possible, thought about smelling her feet, but I might just cum my pants if I did, not to mention what Mom might think if she happened to wake up and see me sniffing her feet. So I went upstairs. As I was passing the shoe rack, I saw her work shoes...'I wonder?' I thought to myself...If her feet had that marvellous scent, then her shoes definitely will! So, as quiet as a mouse, I picked up one of her shoes...raised it slowly to my face...open end close to my nose...and took a small sniff.

Ecstasy! It was her feet that smelt this way! I knew it! I took the shoe with me upstairs, went to the bathroom and started jerking off with the shoe in my face sniffing it like I was Tony Montana with a big pile of cocaine in front of me. As I was nearing climax, I was looking over the picture in my mind of Mom lying down. I started at her face, then went down to her tits and imagined she didn't have a bra on, went down to her crotch area. I saw camel toe...wait a second...she must not be wearing any panties!...I came...

After sorting myself out, I took the shoe downstairs and put it back where it was. I walked into the living room and Mom wasn't there. I freaked for a second then heard the clanging of pots and pans, ah yes, she must be in the kitchen. I walked over and there she was making dinner. I thought... Oh man, I hope she didn't see the missing shoe. What if she did? What would she say? 

I walked into the kitchen. She was cutting food and doing stuff over the cooker. I wasn't going to leave her alone today; I was too aroused by her! I sat down at the dinner table and pulled a magazine over to me that was on the table. I started to fiddle with the pages whilst hovering glances at this hot mature lady.

"Where did you get off to?"

"Oh, I just went upstairs for a bit"

"Oh, okay. Were you working out?" What? I thought to myself.

"No, what makes you say that?"

"Because your face is slightly pink..." She looked at me with this sly grin, kind of knowing that I might have been playing with myself...

"Nah, erm..." I stumbled to find an excuse "...erm, yeah I was, just doing a few push ups and sit ups." 

I was in kind of good shape for my age, I had an athletic body, more slim than muscular however. She 'hmmed' to acknowledge what I said then carried on with preparing dinner.

I positioned the magazine so that I could see her over it, so that if she turned around I could quickly avert my eyes from her and make it look as though I was reading. I got about 15 minutes of oogling her ass. She had a nice figure, curves in the right places, her tits were definitely better than her ass, but her ass was still nice; it was firm with a nice roundness to it. From time to time she would need to get something out of the lower cupboards and when she would bend over I could see a little of her inside tits. Oh how I wanted to suck those tits so bad! They looked soft, but not like if you slapped your cock on them they would be watery. They were more firm and juicy looking, like they were full of milk! I don't know why they would be full of milk, but they looked that way. I bet the guys at her work would talk about her and how they would like to do all the things I'm thinking to her. I don't blame them either, she is a total MILF!

"Hun, the dinner is nearly done. Could you keep an eye on it for me while I go shower?"

"Of course Mom. No problem."

"That's a good boy." She said, and fiddled with the cooker a bit before coming over to me to kiss me on the forehead. When she did that I had the privilege of checking out her bust and saw some more cleavage; I think I am far from a 'good boy'. 

"I won't be too long." She said as she walked away.

After 5 minutes I heard the shower room door shut. I was pondering with my own thoughts...If mom's in the shower now, she might have left her clothes in her room on the floor or something. I might be able to see if she really wasn't wearing any underwear. I'm such a naughty boy I thought to myself. So, with a cheeky grin I got up, turned the cooker on simmer and went upstairs. I had to be quick and quiet if I didn't want Mom to find out. I was now on the landing and could hear that the shower water was on and the water was making irregular sounds against the water flow, so I definitely knew she was washing herself. I looked at the door to her room...I took a mental picture of how the door was positioned before going in. My heart was racing by this point, knowing that what I was about to do was so wrong.

I walked into the room and saw clothes in a pile on the floor. The first thing I picked up to fondle was her Tee, not much going on there so I put it to one side, I picked up her bra and checked out the size, 34FF, nice, next were her joggers, and NOT to my surprise no underwear/panties. I checked out the part of the crotch where her love tunnel would have been placed for a while...then there were her pop-socks. Considering the way I came from sniffing her shoe, I wondered what her pop socks would smell like. I picked them up and gave them a sniff...they smelt even better than her shoes! I was getting hard again. Then I heard the water stop flowing. Terror sank in! I realised how long I'd spent in her room, I got scared she was going to come into the room any minute, so I had a last sniff then put them back where they were along with the other clothes. I rushed back downstairs, quietly of course. 

About 5 minutes later Mom came downstairs and I was still sitting where I was before she left for her shower.

"Hun, did you come upstairs at all?"

"What makes you say that Mom..." I was shitting myself, what if she found out I was looking through her clothes? In her room?!!

"Oh, no reason..." PHEW I thought "...Do you want to eat now or later?" 

"Erm, it's up to you Mom, what do you want to do?"

"I think we should eat now." 

She was wearing a white fluffy robe and had her hair tied in a towel turban, on her feet were those same pair of black lacy toe-covered slippers, but without the pop-socks. I set the table and then we started eating. She had a red wine with her dinner, I just had some milk, for some reason I had a thirst for drinking milk...

We had a straight forward dinner, not much conversation. Mom went through like two glasses of wine though, so I figured I should let her chill and offered to do the dishes.

"Thanks hun, you're such a goodboy. What would I do without you?" 

I thought about my answer here, and got a bit cheeky...

"I don't know, but I could tell you this much, you wouldn't be able to relax and take your time painting your nails now would ya?"

"Oooh, well, aren't I a lucky gal..." she said in a sarcastic way, with a tone of hotness to it. 

I think the wine was getting to her to be honest. 

"...SO, what colour do you think I should paint my nails hun? A Sultry Red..." she said in a sexy tone "...or a Gorgeous Pink?" she said in a cute voice. 

I was halfway done with the dishes and opted for the 'Sultry Red'...wouldn't you?... 

"Good choice!" and started painting her nails. 

Once I finished the dishes and wiped down the surfaces, I sat down at the head of the table, close to her. She was sitting first in on the right from the head of the table. I picked up my magazine, and was flicking through it watching her paint her nails with precision, when she said, "Hun, would you pour me another glass of wine please..." I did as I was asked. She wasn't much of a drinker, so this being the third glass I thought it might tip her over the edge. "...and fill it up, riiiiight to the top."

"Are you celebrating something Mom?"

"Nope, but can't an old lady enjoy herself once in a while?"

"Sure, but you're not even old Mom..."

"Aww, aren't you just the cutest, most adorable person?..." I got a bit bashful when she said that and felt my cheeks going red. "...there's no reason to be embarrassed."

"I know. I'm just saying you don't look old at all. You look pretty good. Very youthful..." Very youthful? What a dick, what are you thinking?

"Really?" Mom said.

"Yep."

"Thanks son, I appreciate that." 

Mom just finished her last coat on the little finger of her left hand. She was packing up the nail polish stuff when I said (in the spirit of me complimenting my Mom, and being hot in the face from embarrassment already)

"What about your toes?" Again...What was are you thinking!? I just blurted that out, I didn't think about what I was saying at all!

"Oh stop it you. I'm not going to waste time on these old things, no one would even notice, with the hours that I work in those dolly's of mine. When would I ever get the chance to show them off?"

"Maybe if you wore flip-flops at home...I could see them..." 

I thought now that I was on this path, there is no point backing down. Why not try and get a glimpse of the toes on her peds. I was already red in the face from telling my Mom she was a good-looking gal. So, shit man, fuck it.

She looked at me with slight concern. I thought, shit, what have I done. But then she began to smile a little and looked at me with these eyes that made me twinge down below.

"Well...I'll tell you what. I'm going to finish off this wine in front of the T.V so why don't you join me, and while I watch T.V maybe you could paint my toes for me?..."

My jaw dropped.

"...that is if you don't mind of course?"

"Sure Mom, not at all. It would be my pleasure." YES!!!

So Mom got up from the table which meant I saw more cleavage. And we walked to the living room; Mom was in front of me. I noticed how 'hugging' her robe was. She sat down on the couch and pointed with her finger for me to sit down on the floor. I did as instructed and I grabbed the foot stool so she could rest her feet on it. Then she handed me the nail polish.

"Whenever you're ready hun." 

She still had her black lacy toe-covered slippers on.

"Oh, can you take them off for me please?" She asked with a cheeky grin. 

I slowly took off both her slippers at the same time. As they came off, she straightened her feet and stretched them right in front of me. Two pairs of feet were staring right at me. I could smell her scent, but it wasn't as strong as before. It was enough to give me a semi though. Mom put her right foot on the foot stool and her left foot on the floor next to my leg. I positioned myself so that my legs were either side of the foot stool. This was the first time I got this close to my mother's feet...any woman's feet for that matter. I wanted to take my sweet time with this so that I could remember every little detail. 




Mom's Sexy Feet and More Ch. 01



I eyed up her foot whilst fiddling with the nail polish. I was going to apply the first coat on her big toe when...

"Wait..." please don't have second thoughts now you MILF "...it's better if you hold my foot with your hand when you do this. After all, if you're going to paint my toes, you may as well do it properly." 

I gulped and felt a dry sensation in my throat when I replied, "Sure mom." 

As slowly as possible (so I could take all of this in for my many next jerk off sessions) I took her right foot with my left hand, and what I felt gave me an instant boner. Thank God my dick was positioned to the right side of my leg so that I wouldn't have to realign myself from being in an awkward position. I was in heaven! Her foot felt like silk, it was so soft to touch and her toes were perfectly shaped and in height order.

I finished applying the first three toes of her right foot when I felt her left foot rest high upon my right leg. I flinched slightly due to this sort of contact.

"Do you mind if I rest my foot here. It feels awkward where it was before." She smiled at me, how could I resist, WHY would I resist?

"Sure Mom, no problem. Get as comfy as you like." 

With that being said, she did get more comfy. She loosened the belt to her robe slightly and opened up the top part a bit. When she loosened the robe, I noticed cleavage. I finished the first coat on her right foot. And with her left foot on my right leg I was sooo not ready to lift it up from the position it was in to work on it. I took some initiative and started to slowly blow on the painted toes.

"Mmm that feels nice. But don't forget about this one." She said patting higher up on my leg with her foot left. 

She was pretty close to the head of my boner. It felt great.

"I haven't forgotten Mom." Still holding her right foot in my left hand. 

I let it down gently, then took her left foot into my right hand and began applying the nail polish to those scrumptious toes. She did the same thing with her right foot as she did with her left when I wasn't tending to it. She rested it on my leg. It was soooo soft; my boner was never going to go down at this rate, and I didn't want it too. 

I began to paint her left toes and from time to time I would see in my peripheral vision that Mom was biting her bottom lip a little bit. Was this turning her on? Was my own Mom getting turned on by her son painting her toes?

She started to rub her right foot on my leg, going back and forth then slid her foot up my leg till her foot was extended to see what her toes looked like.

"Hmm, good job hun. My feet look lovely now don't you think?" 

I tilted my head to the right to see what they looked like. Her foot was about four inches from my face! 

"Oh absolutely. You should show them off more often..." I said whilst finishing off her little toe. "...all done Mom. How did I do?" 

She put her feet out in front of her; as when I took off her slippers. While she did that I positioned myself to the side so that I could get a better look of those sexy toes.

"Wonderful hunny!" 

I could tell she was drunk now because I have only ever heard her say 'hunny' to me when she is drunk. I noticed her glass was nearly empty and asked her if she'd like a refill, but she declined and asked me to put the glass down on the table for her. I stayed seated on the floor with a hard-on and pre-sperm in my pants watching T.V. for about five minutes when...

"Hunny, I'm on my feet all day. And although having you paint my nails felt great, I was wondering..." 

"yeah...?" I said looking up at her from an angle which made her look like a goddess.

"...would it be too much to ask if you gave me a foot massage?"

"Sure!...(uh humm) I mean no problem." 

Yes!! So with the confirmation for me to caress my Mom's feet I swung back around to the position I was painting her toes in.

"But, not yet. I don't want the paint to smudge. Do it when I'm in bed."

"Oh, yeah sure, that's cool." I replied.

She gave me a cute smile and said thanks, then patted on the seat next to her.

"Come and sit next to me...unless you prefer the view from down there." 

I think there was an underlying tone in her voice regarding her feet rather than the T.V. So I thought I would get up from there and sit next to her for some reason. It was difficult to try and cover up my hard-on, but I think I did a good job of that.

"That's cool, I'll sit up here for a bit." 

So we sat and watched T.V for about 2 hours till it was 11pm.

"I'm going upstairs now." 

As she got up she put her hand on my leg for support; I got another glimpse of the inside of her tits. No bra!! I knew it! What was going through her mind today? I mean I know it's hot and everything but, damn! She is acting a bit loose if I may say so myself. All day I've been getting shots of cleavage, tits, camel toe, ass and I even painted her toes! I did feel a bit bad though, as if I would be taking advantage of her by massaging her feet knowing she was drunk. It killed me to think it, but I had come to terms of not being able to massage her feet tonight. Instead I thought I would just help her get to her room, then jerk off reminiscing the amazing day I had with Mom in my room.

"Here, lemme help you Mom."

"No, I can do it." She mumbled.

She managed to get herself up and put her slippers on. But I followed her anyway, just incase. She was holding the banister as she walked upstairs and walked straight passed the bathroom, and into her room.

Her clothes were still in the same pile on the floor. She slumped straight onto her bed and started giggling. I walked around her bed and drew the drapes. When I saw her on the bed she closed her eyes.

Mom: "Put the fan on! It's soooo hot in here!" 

To tell you the truth, it was quite hot in the room, it didn't help that she had a sheep like robe on in the summer. But...you know...whatever. So I put the fan on and was about to leave the room when she said, "Hey, I thought you were going to do my feet?..." 

She kicked off her slippers then shook them as if to say, 'here I am, you can't miss me!' She turned her head, opened one eye, looked at me then winked. She bit her bottom lip and smiled giggling.

"You're very giddy Mom." I started to smile as well. 

"C'mon...and turn the light off."

Turn the light off!? Oh yeeeah! Now I don't have to feel ashamed for taking advantage of Mom, because she wanted me to massage her feet and turn the light off! The landing light was still on so I could see what I was doing as the door was quite ajar.

I was bracing myself for the moment to come. I kneeled at the end of her bed and just looked at her feet...watching them in the light that was entering the room, getting harder and harder.

"Are you day dreaming hunny?" 

When she said that I snapped out of it and she giggled some more. 

This is the moment I've been waiting for...I positioned my cock so it was facing up and I was comfortable...

I gripped her right foot first with both my hands and she let out an "(inhale)ooh."

I pressed my thumbs into the bottom of her arch and rode them all the way up to the ball of her foot, then spread my thumbs in the opposite direction and eased off the pressure. I did this a couple of times.

"mmmm, just what I need." She whispered.

I pressed my thumbs into the middle of her arch and rode them all the way up to the ball of her foot and did this a few more times. I looked up to see mom's facial expression. She had a neat smile on her face and her eyes were closed, her arms by her side. As I was massaging mom's peds, I found myself grinding the bed. 

I decided to move on to her toes. I started with her big toe. I pulled her toe slowly, then did the thumb thing from the bottom of her arch. I did this with every single toe, in descending order, taking my sweet time with it too.

"Mmmm, this is soo goood." She whispered. 

As she said that I looked up at her and she placed her hands on her thighs.

I carried on with her toes, and got really close to her feet to the point where my nose was centimetres away. I was so close to them I could've stuck my tongue out and licked them. I sooo wanted too, but knew that would end off this session tonight. I wanted it to go on for as long as possible. 

I held her foot at the heel and with my other hand I ran my fingers through the gaps in between her toes as softly as I could and Mom gave out another soft "mmmm" she wiggled her toes when I did this too. I noticed how her hands were moving slowly in my peripheral vision on her thighs. I held her foot up by the heel and began to slowly blow circles into her arch.

"Mmmmmm that feels sooo goood!"

I carried on blowing circles then traced my finger horizontally between her luscious toes. 

She surprised me by gripping my finger with her toes! I just imagined that was my cock, and nearly climaxed in my shorts right there and then! So I stopped that foot instantly (I didn't want to end this satisfying feeling too soon) I had released my finger from her toe grip; it was like releasing the hoover suction on carpet. 

Mom giggled.

I moved onto her left foot and carried out the exact same routine. As I was massaging this foot she began to lift her knee to the pyramid position with her right foot and rubbed her foot into the bed, oh how I wish I was the bed! I was mesmerised by the motion of her foot that I totally missed her bare leg. Even in the dimmed lighting I could still make out her sexy legs. Man they looked so fucking firm! I quickly averted my attention to the foot I was massaging. Massaging? More like caressing, fondling, shit you could even call it groping! Whilst I was touching up my mom's foot she started to flatten out her 'bed-rubbing' foot, and man I swear she was beginning to rub harder the more I fondled her foot...was she?...no she couldn't be...was she doing this to create friction between her legs...no she couldn't be...it's just a massage...I looked up and saw she was rubbing her lower belly and upper thighs!...was she getting off on this?!!...fucking hell!!...this is crazy!! I can't believe receiving a foot massage is giving my mother these feelings!??

"Oh yeah hunny, put your finger between the toes...I like that..."

I fucking did what she wanted quicker than she finished the damn sentence. I wanted to see where this was going, man this shit is hot! I held her foot up by the heel and with the other hand practically glued to the bottom of her toes by one finger I began to gently blow and breathe on her foot and toes. 

"MMmmmmm, yeah hunny, keep doing that. Mommy likes that..." 

I could see her right knee moving up and down and now even in a slight circular motion. I noticed how when she moved in the circular motion her robe was undoing itself little by little and her panties were starting to show. The more she moved her leg that way the more of her panties showed; they were aqua blue with a pink or red flowery rim...rim...oh how I would like to...'snap out of it' I thought to myself 'you'll come!'

She began to slow her knee movement a little and just blatently move it further away from her body...the shot I got of her panties showed a spot darker than the colour of her panties forming in the centre...she's wet! I made Mom wet!! How awesome is this! She started breathing heavy and wiggling her toes slightly, leaving my glued finger to detach.

"...put it back in..." She whispered.

WTF?!?! Put it back in? I looked at her face and her eyes were slit (like where that patch on her panties was growing) and I could see a little bit of her retina. Her eyelids were flickering a bit...

"suck them..." She gasped.

WHAT?!! Suck them!? What does that mean?

"...suck my toes." She whispered. 

Mom needn't say any more. I stuck my tongue out and licked from her heel to her toes then dived right onto those little piggies. As soon as I wrapped my mouth around them,

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yes, suck mommy's toes..." "(ngh)mmm." I murmured with her succulent toes in my mouth. 

Now Mom is grinding her hips into the bed; it's like I'm sending shockwaves from my tongue to her toes to her crotch!

"oooh, mmmmm" she continued. 

I looked up to see the show she was giving me of pleasing herself. The wet patch now covered the majority of her camel toe and I was in euphoria! With one hand she reached into her robe and started playing with one of her tits! I could see her tugging and rotating something, it had to be her nipple! With her other hand she traced her finger up her mid-section to her lips and began sucking a finger or two. She traced it back down and started to rub her pussy! I was watching my Mom masturbate!! And I was sucking her toes!

I carried on sucking her toes, from one toe to the other. Tracing my tongue through every single one of them! She wiggled her toes periodically and "mmm-ed" and "aaah-ed". 

I watched her push her fingers into her vagina through the panties, right then I opened my mouth in awe. When I did this, saliva from my mouth dripped down her foot. I looked at the saliva dripping right down past the ball of her foot down to her heel. I licked the saliva from her heel straight back up to her toes and lathered her whole upper foot in my mouth!

I switched feet and did the same thing with the saliva and licking of her foot and sucking her upper foot. I thought I would go for it now...I pulled my cock out. Obviously, she thought I couldn't see her considering she is masturbating, otherwise why would she want the light off right? But then again, why would she say 'suck my toes?' Stop thinking too far into this boy, just whip it out!

So now I have my cock out and I'm licking and sucking mom's sexy feet and toes. I placed her feet together and put two of my fingers through the hole between her arches, just to see how she would react to the sensation of this member like object moving in and out of her closed feet. 

I looked up at her face. 

She just carried on with what she was doing. She was rubbing and fingering herself with one hand and tugging at her nipples with the other. I fingered her arches for about 2 minutes and within this time Mom was moving her feet back and forth on my two fingers...

I couldn't take it anymore. My virile member was pulsating! 

I slowly got up from my knees, still fingering her arches. And as soon as I was in a comfortable position (kind of squatting) I thought I would go for it...

I took out my fingers, licked her arches one last time (man they were wet!) then I did what I thought I would never be able to do in a million years. 

I slipped my penis between her feet and started to slowly fuck her feet!! I could see she was really digging into her pussy from this position and playing with her tits! 

WOW! This is amazing! I couldn't believe this is happening. But soon enough my thoughts ran so wild in my mind that I was nearing climax. I was just taking my cock out to jerk it into a tissue that I had in my pocket when she gripped onto my cock even harder! When she did that I couldn't contain myself...

...and...

...shot string after string of hot semen all over mom's legs and feet...oh the feeling...that animalistic lust I had buried in my sack for this woman...I let it all out on her sexy legs and feet!

I stayed where I was with my soon to be limp dick between her arches, feeling a bit dazed.

She started to breathe deeper and deeper and play with herself more and more. She let go of my cock and put both her legs up with her knees in the pyramid position...All of a sudden...

"NNNNGGGH, NNNGGHHH, nnggghhhh!" 

She squirted juice everywhere. It went all over her sheets and some of it got on to me!! 

My Mom's a squirter too!!! OMG!

I didn't know how I got myself into this situation but I had to get out before she realises what she has done and starts to feel ashamed of herself or some shit. I grabbed my things and went straight out of the room. I closed the door behind me.

To be continued...



Mom's Sexy Feet and More Ch. 03



WARNING: This story contains strong language and incest/taboo content. So if you are offended by the above mentioned, please do not continue. If you are not offended, please enjoy! This is my third story. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Mom's sexy feet, and more...part3

After the movie finished we waited till everyone left and then made our way, just in case there were any marks on our clothes. The lights came on and I could see that Mom's nylons were damp on her right leg in patches, but she just looked at me smiling then walked out in front of me, grinding into my crotch as she scooted across.

I saw that I was fine, all except a little spot near my crotch area. But that's no problem; I personally didn't give a shit. I was superman!

As we walked down the steps I could hear a slight suction sound coming from mom, and it must be the excess sperm she didn't clean on her feet against the shoes she's wearing.

Man, I bet she felt dirty...I wonder what I could get away with doing now...

Mom reached the bottom and turned to me saying, "I'm just going to the ladies." I nodded in acknowledgement. She walked off a little quicker, whilst I was strolling down the last few steps feeling like a millionaire. I noticed two dudes standing at the bottom near the entrance/exit who work there checking her out. I don't blame you lads, look all you want. I had an accomplished smile on my face and walked out with a grin pushing both doors open.

I figured while Mom was in the ladies, I'd go sort myself out too.

After about 5 minutes, I walked out and Mom was waiting for me, sitting down cross legged on a seat opposite the rest rooms. She was showing off her bare legs and sexy feet; she must have taken off her nylons in the toilets.

"Come on Mister, let's get going."

"Yeah Mom."

I smiled. Mom smiled back.

We made our way home.

Mom's POV

That was intense, more intense than I expected. I was so tempted to finger myself whilst getting him off, good thing I didn't otherwise I might have squirted and made a real big mess. Wow, that was exciting! I'm still wet! That was more exciting than the foot rub he gave me last night. I must say he is a talented young man the way he sucked on my toes and reached down to get my stocking off. His hands were soooo warm, they made me tingle. I would have never thought I could get so aroused by that, and he has such a hard penis...'I wonder how that would feel'...NO! Stop it, don't go there. The odd few foot jobs and foot rubs that's it! Nothing else...'But I want mooore!' my subconscious probed me. Just look, he's gawking straight at your bouncing tits as you drive. He has no shame now. Quick, give him a sharp look. Oh no, he just smiled at you, he doesn't see you as his mother now, only a MILF or Cougar, whatever they call it these days, 'who he wants to explore and learn from'....STOP THAT! I have to get my fixes from someone else, not him. Only take it as far as you did today, allowing him to view your love hole, tease him with your nipple tugging and saucy foot jobs no more you hear me?  "Mom..."

I wonder what he's going to ask?

"Yes baby?"

"That was wonderful. The way you did what you did blew me away. I mean, when I came, that was just...just...amazing."

See! What did I tell you? First it's this confidence in telling you how you made him come so great, then what? 'He'll want to feel the inside of your love tunnel' STOP IT!

"Now listen to me, and listen closely." I tried to be stern. "I also enjoyed what we shared, but it can't escalate you hear me."

"ESCALATE?! What do you mean?" he exclaimed.

Oh no, me and my big mouth, what have I put in his mind. "Well, let's just leave it at foot rubs and...well...that." I couldn't help but smile when I said "that" looking at his dropped jaw and the sperm stain on his jeans.

"Don't just sit there with your jaw open, close your mouth young man." I helped close his mouth for him.

Now I started to wonder if he's ever been with girls. I mean after all, he is my handsome young man.

"Of course you've been with girls haven't you?" I asked.

He fixed himself back up and nodded reassuringly that he has and replied, "(uh hum) Yeah of course, of course I have..."

Oh my god! Poor Toby, he's gone all red in the face. He hasn't ever been with a female before me! I thought he had been...I'm sure he has been, he's had girlfriends in the past hasn't he.

"You've had girlfriends in the past haven't you?"

"Mmm, nah not really."

I couldn't believe this, he was so confident with me that I thought he'd been with other girls before.

"What do you mean not really?" I probed.

"Well...just made out with a few at house parties and stuff."

Aww, he's only been to one house party, and that was the beginning of the summer holidays. He turned the radio on now; he clearly didn't want to talk about it anymore.

We sat in silence all the way home. I think I'm going to need a power shower once I get home ;-)

I pulled into the driveway and turned off the car, undid my seat belt, which was swallowed between my breasts then turned to Toby. "You know hun, you don't have to be embarrassed about not getting with girls..."

"I'm...not embarrassed."

"Huh? I'm confused. Why did you look embarrassed when I asked if you've been with girls before?"

He took his seat belt off, turned to me and spoke, "I don't get attracted to girls my age Mom. All my friends have or had girlfriends in our year. I feel like I'm in the minority of those who only like mature women...all I ever think about is older chicks. But we're too young to get into anywhere they may be, like bars. Mainly 'coz of the door guys...they always ask for I.D." With that being said he got out of the car.

WOW, this is a shocker to me. So my son has a thing for older women hey. Well, obviously it makes sense after last night that he is, but still kind of shocking for a mother to hear. 'Yeah a mother who enjoys teasing and giving her son foot fetish thrills' Oh shut up you.

I got out of the car and locked it, then headed into the house with Toby.

I was walking upstairs while Toby locked the door from inside; you can never be too careful these days. While I was walking upstairs I asked him to check the messages.

I reached the top and heard there was one message, "Hi Mrs H. Hey what's up TOBEEEEEEEY!!! The trip got cut short man, a few of the lads weren't feeling the length of stay as we all hoped, so we're back! I wondered if I could come over or you could come here and chill tonight if it's cool? Holla back!...To delete this message press 1, to save this message pres..."  I knew what was coming, an invite for his friend, Anthony (a.k.a Tone or Tony) or he's going to ask if he can go over to his tomorrow. Anthony is a bit of a trouble maker, a cheeky chap to say the least.

"I'll call him and maybe we can hang out tomorrow..."

Toby sounded as though he wanted to continue.

"Actually...did you have any plans for tomorrow?"

He's trying to figure out if something is going to happen tomorrow between us the cheeky so and so. Well, I figured I'd play with his horny teenage mind and replied, "Maybe...now don't stay up too late, and don't make any noise please, Goodnight hun." I blew him a kiss

"Goodnight Mom." He said looking up at me with lustful eyes.

The Next Day: Mom's POV

I had had a wonderful orgasm last night whilst showering. That power shower really does the trick. I slept in the nude once I showered feeling quite sexy with myself. I had a lovely sleep and as I was waking I noticed my nipples were erect from shifting under the sheets. I sat up and got out of bed to find my clothes had been moved from where I placed them. I wonder...had my son looked through them during the night whilst I was sleeping? And was I out so hard that I didn't notice? 'Yes he was in here, fondling your clothes they way you want him to fondle your...' Not you again!! My conscience is already at me. I sat upright and looked around to the clock that was on my bedside table.

It was 08:46 and I was fully rested.

Lewd thoughts ran through my mind from last nights antics and I started to get flustered from the thought of provoking my son's hard penis into ejaculation. It was quite thrilling to know a woman of my age can get a young man nearing his prime to lust for her. I was beginning to get wet from these lewd thoughts and started to play with myself. Not a moment later I heard a clunk and clang coming from downstairs. My morning masturbation will have to wait I guess. I got out of bed to investigate, so I put on my bathrobe and flip flops then walked downstairs. I noticed Toby's door was open and there was light coming from the room, at this hour? I thought that was strange. I had a peek in his room and saw he wasn't there. The curtains were drawn back and the bed was made. That's a change and a good one at that.

So I quickly walked downstairs and caught a whiff of my own scent. 'Mmmm, tasty isn't it' Shhh! I walked into the kitchen and saw all the ingredients needed for a full continental breakfast and my son standing there in his shorts and T-shirt making an omelette. He turned to look at me and said, "Oh sorry Mom, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed."  I walked over to him and kissed his cheek pressing my breasts into his right arm. "What a sweet heart."

I saw his face go slightly pink. "Yeah...well I wanted to do something nice for you on your day off." He looked at me and I smiled. I moved back and leaned against the counter nit picking at some of the ingredients.  "Why don't you take a seat and I'll bring you breakfast at the table now that you're here."

"Oh...don't you want me in bed?" I flirted.

His jaw dropped as he looked at me.

I giggled a response saying, "Never mind...your loss."  "No..." he responded.

I looked at him with questioning eyes.

"...I mean, if you want breakfast in bed I can give it to you there?"  'Is he flirting back with you?' I'm not sure.

"Well..."

"Yes! I will give it to you in bed." He cut me off sternly. I'm surprised with his stern voice, I never heard that before. It kind of made me tingle down below. "Now go straight upstairs and I'm not taking no for an answer young lady."

He gave me a cheeky grin and winked at me. 'You should return the favour with your eye' Shhh you! 'Well...how can you say no to that?' Hmm, I can't really can I. So I responded with, "Yes sir!" turned around and walked straight upstairs.

"I'll be 5 minutes!" He shouted.

My nipples were sensitive to the touch of my robe and I could feel the moistness of my clam burger which turned me on greatly. I walked into my room and the heat was sweltering. I put the fan on, took off my robe and placed it on the back of the chair at my desk. I kicked off the flip flops which were slightly sticky from a little sweat that gathered then walked into the bathroom and washed my face. I didn't have much time to decide what to wear so I opened my draw and saw a white V neck T-shirt, I pulled that over my head and it was a tight fit. Now for the bottom half...

"Ready or not here I come..."

Shit!

I rushed to my bed, jumped on it and pulled the sheets over me to cover my nakedness.  "Were you doing gymnastics on your bed Mom?"

I felt embarrassed thinking he might have caught a glimpse. 'I don't see why you're embarrassed, you blatantly showed him your womanhood last night in the cinema, or did you forget to put on panties that time too' Shut up you! ...and no...I didn't forget. My subconscious increased the moistness down below and I have no panties on to soak it up.

"No you cheeky boy."

I anxiously moved up the bed to rest my back against the head board. The sheets covered my lower body up to my knees. Toby just stood there looking at me. He looked confident. And I felt silly.

"You okay Mom?"

"Yeah I'm good, you just caught me off guard that's all."  "Why? What were you doing?" He asked cheekily.

"I..."

I had to be logical here. 'What you have to be is a tease!' Stop it you! 'You have no panties on and your son is here...you want him to...'

"...just wasn't prepared that's all."

"Oh...o k a y ..." He said in a mesmerized tone.

He was checking out my legs and feet. 'He is putty in your hands you know' No, it's not that easy...is it? 'It's easier than you think...'

"Soooo, are you going to let me eat that or..."  "Oh yeah, sorry Mom."

He looked at me and turned slightly pink, knowing that I had snapped him out of leering at my legs and feet. I'm feeling more confident as he stumbled over to hand me the tray. I had to close my legs together for the tray legs to sit either side of me. As I closed my legs I felt some of the sheet concave inward and that heightened my senses to the wet residue on my vagina. The whole time he walked over to me I saw him fix his gaze to my breasts. My nipples must be looking straight back because I could definitely feel them turned on.

"Could you do me a favour?"

He changed his gaze and stood up straight whilst covering his front area.

"Yeah sure Mom."

"Put the fan on a higher setting for me please, my feet are a bit hot and sweaty." I asked in an innocent manner.

He stared at my feet and smiled saying, "Sure thing Ma."

I ate some breakfast as I watched him try to cover the boner he grew for me. I thought I would give him time to adjust himself by eating some of the food. I couldn't look away for long though, 'You're an evil cow!' just a little, hee hee.

:-)

"You okay hun?" I asked, playing with the fork in my mouth.

"(uh-hmm) Yeah I'm cool."

The poor boy was far from cool. He lunged onto the bed with his right leg (so that his hard on was concealed I guess) and I saw him move his hand into his shorts for a split second. Then he stood up and there wasn't a tent in sight. Smooth work I thought. I adjusted myself and as I did, some of the covers rose further up my legs. The sheets were now half way up my thighs.

"Err, Mom."

"Yes hun?"

"It's already on the highest setting."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

'Now or never! You know what you want you slut!'

My conscience played on my mind and she was right, I did. I wanted it!

"Well..." I said in a sexy tone. "...I guess you are going to have to fan them down for me."

He smiled his cheeky smile and got down from the bed. As he plonked his feet on the ground his boner loosened from the stronghold he placed it in and a tent appeared! I felt a tingle below and my cheeks get hot. My vagina is so wet I must have soaked the sheets by now. He knew what was about to happen. But I still like to tease and be the one in control in all of this, so that's just what I did. He kneeled at the foot of the bed, licked his lips, took a deep breath and was about to touch my sexy feet. Just then I said, "No!"

He stared at me blankly.

"Fan them down; don't touch them, that'll make them even more sweaty, silly."

"How do you suppose I do that?" He said with a cross face.

"Use your imagination."

We both smiled at each other.

"Okay Mom. Enjoy your breakfast...while I enjoy this."

He started by blowing soft circles over the soles of my feet and toes which sent bolts of excitement to my love tunnel. I maintained eye contact with Toby while grabbing hold of the banana he supplied alongside my breakfast. I peeled it seductively.

Toby's POV

"Mmmmmm" Mom teased, looking at me with those lustful eyes nibbling on that banana. I wish that was my cock in her mouth! Oh I want to do so many things to her! I'm going to take whatever opportunities I can today. Her scent was strong as I walked into the room...and those tits ...those massive juggs! Big pointy nipples! I need to jerk this raging boner right now!

"Is this cooling you down Mom?" I said blowing while pulling my cock out on the sly.

"Hmm hee hee. It's kind of making me hot."

I grasped my cock and started stroking when she said that and tested my luck by saying, "If I lick them, then blow, it might make them cooler."  "Why don't you try that?" Mom said maintaining eye contact and licked the side of the banana all the way to the top.

I did as she said.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her luscious toes in descending order.

"Mmmmmm." Mom purred whilst deep throating the banana!

I changed feet and did the exact same thing. As I continued, let's call it tasting, her sexy feet she ate the rest of the banana and put the peel on the tray then watched me with those sexy eyes. I thought she must have notice me jerking my cock by now.

"That's good honey, but in between the arches is where I get really hot..."

Did that have a double meaning?

"...don't forget in between my toes too..."

I stuck out my tongue and licked in between her toes and arches. She purred like a kitten! I proceeded to blow on her sexy toes one by one then started to slowly lick and blow her arches until she said, "(mmngh) Hun, come here and take this tray away."

"Okay hang on." I said trying to sort myself out.

"Now please." She cut me off.

I thought fuck it then and stood up with a tent in my shorts. I walked over with my cock getting harder, throbbing as it tries to fuck through the fabric each step I take. She couldn't take her eyes off it as I walked over to her. When I got really close to her I could smell that heavenly scent of a woman. I stood by the tray and couldn't take my eyes off her huge juggs! Cleavage! Big nipples poking through that V neck T! I leaned over to take the tray off her lap and my cock flexed, as it did Mom licked her lips, swallowed and bit her bottom lip. I took the tray off her and saw Mom lay down into the mattress. As she pushed her ass into the mattress she revealed more of her sexy legs; as the sheets rose up her body. Noticing my eyes fix a gaze to her legs she pulled some of the sheets down. If she hadn't, I would have seen her crotch area...

...My cock flexed again...

Mom stretched and wriggled slowly in bed, whilst gawking at my tent. Her tits mashed together and I saw a whole lot more cleavage! 34FF tits!  "Place that on the dresser then carry on fanning me down as you were..." she exhaled.

I walked over to the dresser and placed the tray down on the table. I looked down and saw some pre-come residue at the tip of the tent. I looked back to see what Mom was doing and she was placing pillows behind her. While she did that I saw a few wet patches on the sheets near her crotch...doesn't she have any panties on?! Or is she that damn horny and turned on she soaked through her panties!?!!

 I turned and walked back to the bed.

 "Mom."

"Mmmhmm."

"Your sheets are kind of wet..."

She immediately looked down at the sheets then looked back at me in shock and replied, "Well..."

She paused.

I saw her look at my tent, "...seems to me like you kind of have wet shorts..."

I went red with embarrassment and then Mom said, "Aww, you don't have to feel embarrassed hun. If it makes you feel any better...you can...take them off?"  My cock flexed hard! I might just take her offer, but not without testing my luck first.

"That's a good idea. Aren't the wet patches causing discomfort?"

"Mmm, not really..."

"Well..." I said walking to the foot of the bed. "...the wet patch on my shorts would annoy me if I kept them on. Sooo......"

I slowly withdrew them building the suspense to when my cock goes......'BOING' My hard cock sprang out of my shorts as I took them off.

Mom gasped.

I kneeled on the bed with my right leg and rested my penis on her left shin. "I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable Mom, so allow me..."

I caressed her smooth silky legs taking in her marvellous scent and noticed it get stronger the closer I got. I reached up to the bottom of the sheets. My hands and throbbing penis caressed her as I slowly pulled the sheets down.




Mom's Sexy Feet and More Ch. 02



WARNING: This story contains strong language, foot fetish and incest/taboo content. So if you are offended by the above mentioned, please do not continue. If you are not offended, please enjoy! This is my second story. Any feedback whatsoever would be greatly appreciated. 

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The next day I woke up with a hard on. I got out of bed and stood on the landing. The house was quiet, so I thought I would shout out, "MOM!?" There was no reply. 

I was home alone. 

I walked into her bedroom and noticed that she must have changed the sheets. The pile of clothes on the floor weren't there anymore either and her room smelled kind of fresh, like she cleaned it or something. I jumped in the shower and jerked off going over the awesome night I had with Mom. 

Man! What a night. 

The time is 13:30. 

I got out of the shower and padded myself a bit with the towel then walked out of the shower room naked. It feels good walking around the house naked. I pumped some music while getting changed. Led Zeppelin -- Dazed and Confused. This song rocks! I put on an orange Tee and basketball shorts then played air guitar to the music. I stopped before getting too sweaty though. After the song finished I turned off the stereo and walked downstairs into the kitchen to prepare some lunch. After I took out all the sandwich stuff, I heard the front door shut. For some reason the front door closing startled me and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"Hi hun, I'm home!"

Phew, well at least she isn't embarrassed about last night. After all, she did kind of insist on a foot massage, how was I supposed to know she was going to get so hot and turned on by it. However, I still felt a little silly, almost embarrassed you could say; but not red in the face embarrassed.

"Hi Mom." I spoke cautiously.

I heard her 3 inch heels clapping on the ground behind me, and the sound of her footsteps were getting closer and closer to me by the second. I could sense she was in the kitchen with me. I looked down at the chopping board and was cutting cucumber slices when all of a sudden...

HONK! My bum got pinched! I jolted forward slightly when that happened. 

Mom stood beside me brushing her huge breasts on my left arm.

"You gonna make me one of those hun?" 

I didn't know what to make of that. Does this mean she definitely remembered what happened last night, or was she just being friendly? But, being friendly after last night's escapade? What was I to make of that?

"Yeah, sure Mom. Do you want pickles in yours?"

"Nah, just make mine the same as yours." 

She patted my bum then walked over to the dining table. I turned around and Mom was looking through some bags; I guess she did some shopping at the airport. I could see some groceries and a clothes store bag. She turned around and gave me the groceries bag.

"Could you put the groceries away please, while I go upstairs and change."

I looked at the other bag. It seemed like she'd been to a fashion shop or something; there were definitely clothes in that bag.

"What did you get Mom?"

"Never you mind that..." she said with mischievous eyes, "...you just put the groceries away." 

She took both her work bag and shopping bag upstairs with her.

I had all sorts of thoughts going through my mind. For instance, what if she bought some lingerie and wanted another foot massage tonight, was she going to wear it? What if she bought some nylons? Was she going to wear them now, and tease me with them? I thought about what she bought while making lunch. 

I put together some chips; the same way Mom made lunch yesterday. Then placed the sandwiches and chips on two plates and set the table. I opened the patio door to let some air in then sat down; the dining table was in the conservatory. I waited for Mom before starting to eat.

When Mom came downstairs I heard the amazing sound of flip-flops! She was approaching the kitchen and I already had my eyes on the floor waiting for those pretty toes to enter... 

She was wearing flip-flops!! White ones too. I could see her lovely toes once again. 

Ahhh...

She stopped by the fridge and bent her right knee a little bit then angled her heel up in the air with her toes barely touching the ground holding the flip-flop between her big and second big toe...

"I see you didn't get us any drinks..."

I snapped out of my stare and looked up at her. "No, I didn't, sorry Mom. I'll have lemonade please."

She smiled and tutted at the same time rolling her eyes up. I couldn't believe it, to my satisfaction Mom must have bought these today along with the white daisy-dukes and pink half-sleeve shirt she is wearing (with the bottom buttons undone and tied into a knot.) Her huge tits were practically squashed in that shirt. Hot!

She walked towards the cupboard and opened one of the top cupboards to get the glasses. She had to tip-toe, and her butt cheeks squeezed together. I was growing a boner again...those legs are so shiny and firm, they compliment her ripe ass perfectly. She walked over to the fridge, took out the lemonade and ice, poured them into each glass and walked over to the dining table with my glass in one hand and hers in the other. 

"Okay you cheeky monkey, here you go."

She put my glass down on the table and I smiled because I got a shot of 3" cleavage and noticed she had on the same bra as yesterday; the white 34FF cupped bra with that flowery/lingerie pattern. Her hooters are so big, I don't actually see the point of her having the shirt on, that's how visibly blinding those battering rams are in that tiny pink shirt of hers. 

She sat down opposite me then said, "So, what's on the agenda today?"

"Well, it's so hot today. I just want to chill out...maybe watch a movie or something."

"A movie sounds good."

I was just throwing ideas out there of things to do, whilst gawping at her massive mammary glands.

"Yeah, might watch a DVD or something."

"Oh, I thought you were on about going to the cinema to watch one. Never mind." 

She sounded disappointed. 

I thought for a bit and wondered if I should go to the cinema with Mom. Why not? She IS my mother, and it's not like I'm going to bump into any of my friends at the cinema, they're all doing summer camp stuff or road trip stuff while I'm sitting at home like a douche. 

"Would you like to go watch a movie?" 

I carried on eating and waited for a response.

"Yeah okay..." Her face lit up. "...you'll have to check and see what's on first."

"Cool. After this I'll go upstairs and check out the listings for tonight. Don't you have work tomorrow?" I asked.

"Nope, day off tomorrow."

Sweet, this means I could get a late night showing. During lunch, I continued to glare at her marvellous tits. Mom was oblivious to me staring because she was now eating while looking outside into the sunshine. Every now and then she would brush off the bread crumbs from her gigantic bosom. They jiggled ever so subtly. My boner got harder every time she did that.

After lunch, I tucked my boner under the elastic part of my shorts, got up and placed my plate in the sink then went upstairs. I surfed a few cinema websites before coming across a late night showing of 'Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Rick Bobby' at a cinema 30 minutes away from us. I didn't have to worry about any friends being at this one. The showing was for 21:00. I wouldn't know if Mom would go for this showing. So, I went downstairs to tell her and popped my head into the living room. 

She wasn't there. 

I went into the kitchen. 

She wasn't there. 

I saw the patio door open and walked over to it. As I approached the door I could see her legs and feet first. She had her legs crossed (she must be reading a book or something.) Damn they looked sexy. The crossed leg was dangling a flip-flop. She was bobbing her foot up and down at irregular intervals. I checked her out from this view, and after last night I wanted more, wishing I could lick her from her toes all the way up her legs to her...

"Hun, is that you?" She moved her head in view of mine, then smiled at me in the, 'I caught you being naughty' sort of way. 

I stuttered, "err-yeah Mom. I found a movie."

"Oh yeah, which one?"

"Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby. It's on at 21:00"

"Yeah, that sounds good." 

"Sweet." I replied.

She wasn't reading a book but was on her mobile. I watched her for a bit while she bounced her foot with the flip-flop merely hanging in between her toes. She rested the phone on her clavicle when she turned to me and said, "Okay do this for me..." another foot doing I hoped "...get me the sun block from inside please."

I turned around and walked to the cupboard under the stairs; this is where we keep all the once a year things. I pulled out the 15+ and 30+ sun factor then went back to her.

"Here you go Mom."

"Thanks hun..." She took the 15+ and finished her conversation then put the mobile down on the table. I could tell she was speaking with her younger sister; who is a stunning fox by the way. "...What are you doing now?" she asked.

"Oh nothing, just chilling..." 

I really hoped she would ask me to chill with her so I could check her out some more! 

"Well, I'll give you a job to do then. Go back inside and get me a beach towel please. The sun is so soothing I think I'm going to sun bathe for a while." 

She smiled at me and gave me a crafty look. 

I didn't even say anything to acknowledge her. I just raced back inside and got the first beach towel I saw. Telling me she is about to sun bathe gave me an instant semi, so I jerked my cock a bit and pulled it upwards, to the safe position. As I walked back to the patio door I slowed down having her legs and feet in view to catch her bobbing foot. Oh how I would love to suck those 'Sultry Red' painted toes again! I saw her take the bobbing foot from its position to rest it on the ground. She was applying sun cream to her luscious legs. I shivered slightly then walked out and greeted her with a smile, "Here's the beach towel Mom."

"Thanks hun. Could you lay it out on the lawn over there please?" 

She pointed with her right foot to somewhere on the lawn, I wasn't paying attention to where she pointed to but only at what she was pointing with. I walked over to the lawn and placed it under the blazing hot sun. I started to grow a sweat patch in the middle of my back due to the heat from the sun; not to mention all the crude thoughts going through my mind over this woman. Mom got up and walked over to where I was. I watched the 45 year old fox glide over to the lawn area. She noticed the sweat patch on my back and said, "Why don't you take your Tee off if you're hot?"

"Nah, I'm alright."

I noticed her back had a bigger patch of sweat than mine, so I said the same thing to her. She sarcastically responded "Nah, I'm alright thanks." She bent over to sort out the edges of the towel. Not a squat or anything, but a full 'bend over to the front and touch your toes!' type of bending over. Her legs were straight and closed together. I looked directly at her bodacious mound and noticed something staring back at me, her camel toe! Yes, you guessed it, no panties...again!! She was giving me a full view! When Mom moved to the corner opposite and adjacent to me she showed so much more cleavage, if she didn't have a bra on, they would spill out. 

Man how I would love to... 

"Hun, can you get off the towel please." She said looking up at me bent over, ass in the air, tits dangling, eyes staring. 

I did as she said and stepped back. 

She sorted out the towel and then sat down in the middle of it. I grabbed a chair to sit on under the blazing sun. I positioned it so that I was near her sexy feet. I watched her apply sun cream to her hot legs again. This time they were in the air while she was applying sun cream to them. I noticed how she stopped at her ankles on each leg. She looked at me while touching up her legs and spoke in an innocent manner, "Could you take my flip-flops off for me please..."

Hell yes! 

I got up and stood over her. She put her legs straight together and moved her feet close to me. I could see how shapely her calves and the tightness of her thighs were. Oh my goodness...the line they produced once they were together in the middle...Mmmm! She is just amazing! I positioned myself so that my crotch was close to her ankles. Mom pointed her toes up to the sky as I took off her flip-flops. 

Aaah... smooth soles... the softness of them. 

I was going to touch them but she positioned her left foot next to my shaft and motioned with her other foot for me to move out of the way. I smirked at her; she knew what I wanted to do with them. She picked up the sun cream bottle and handed it to me, "Be a darling hun, squeeze some cream onto the soles of my feet for me please." I know what cream I would really like to squeeze onto them.

I took my time. There was some excess cream from the nozzle so I wiped it with one finger and with the other hand I trickled the cream onto her smooth, wrinkleless soles. I trickled one straight line from her heel over her beautiful arch then to her middle toes. Mom thrusted the heel of her other foot near my boner. My hard-on wasn't very visible through my basketball shorts, but it wasn't un-noticeable either and my ball sack felt heavy; they were full of sperm. I looked at Mom and we smiled at each other.

I used the finger that had excess cream on it and wiped it under her toes. As I did this she wiggled her toes and bit the side of her bottom lip in a seductive way. I trickled cream up her other foot from her heel to arch and toes. She pointed upward and downward with her left foot and some of the cream was dribbling onto the inside of her ankle. I was tempted to whip out my cock and rub the cream into her skin. But had to refrain, after all, what if the neighbours were watching this show, what would they say? And Mom wasn't even drunk so how would I explain myself if she decided switched at me? 

Once I was done, she looked at me and said, "Thanks hun, I'll take it from here..." 

And boy did she...

I stepped back and took a seat. What she did was like something out of a Burlesque show.

She rubbed the cream into her feet with both feet in the air. The sole of her right foot rubbed cream into the top of her left foot and she did the same with the opposite foot. The cream drizzling down her inside ankle was rubbed in with a toe from the other foot. The cream still wasn't rubbing in 100%, so she continued until it disappeared into her skin. She rubbed her toes between one another and up her legs, all the while stealing glance at me...Fucking tease. I noticed how her arms were slowly caressing her belly and sides just below her tits. 

This activity continued for about 5 minutes.

"(Humph) I'm tired now..." she said looking directly at me, "...I'm going to rest my eyes for a bit." 

She closed the sun cream cap and put it to one side then closed her eyes and placed her legs down. Her feet slumped to their natural position, slightly out to the side. I stayed for a bit and marvelled at this woman. I soon realised that loads of pre-cum residue was in my shorts. I walked into the house and cleaned my cock and the inside of my shorts without saying anything, man what a show...

It was now 18:30 and I was watching T.V....

"I didn't realise how long I'd been out for." Mom said.

"Well, you did start work at 5am and were up before then don't forget."

Mom 'hmm-ed' in acknowledgement. She was standing in the doorway looking like you do when you just wake up. I looked at her and saw her headlights were turned on through the bra and pink shirt. I looked down and saw her camel toe. Either, she liked the way it felt or was still tired and not aware of the fact her daisy dukes were pulled up into her crotch...either way I got a nice view of her. She yawned and stretched up, reaching as high as she could on her tip-toes through to her finger tips. When she did this, her huge juggs squashed together which sucked in her pink shirt and formed a longer line of cleavage lifting it up a small extent. I got a view of the bottom of her bra and titties too.

"Well..." she yawned "...I say we eat out today, because I can't be bothered to cook anything."

"Sure Mom, or I could make something if you wanted?" 

I knew she would say no.

"Okay then, what you gonna make?" 

Shit, she called my bluff.

"Erm, I can make Spaghetti Bolognese?"

"Nah, I want a burger and chips!" 

She put her hands on her hips when she said that, and her big boobs bounced a little.

"Okay, cool." I said.

"I'm going to get dressed and I suggest you do as well. We'll leave in half an hour, okay?."

I turned the T.V. off then went upstairs behind her. I looked up at her ass which moved with rhythmic flow from side to side. We both parted and went into our rooms. 15 minutes later I was downstairs and ready to go out. I was wearing a blue pair of 501's with a black slim fit Tee and a pair of brown slip on shoes. I closed up all the windows and locked the back door then waited by the front door. I wondered what Mom would be wearing...

Before I had time to think, she was at the top of the stairs. I looked up at her and noticed she had on a black summer dress that swayed just below her knees with black sling-back loop shoes and what seemed to be sheer nylons. She walked downstairs minding each step. I watched in awe at how much of a MILF she really was...man...I wish I could bone her...STOP THAT! She's your Mom...but what about last night...forget about last night, it was a one off, remember she was drunk!

"What do you think?" She asked in a cautious manner.

"Where's my mother?" I teased

"Oh stop it you." She blushed.

"No really, what did you do with her?" I joked.

"So, it's okay right?" Mom asked, still looking cautious.

"You look lovely." I responded.

Mom smiled at me and said, "Thank you hun, and you look very handsome if I may say so myself." 

She then set the alarm and as she walked passed me I caught a whiff of some diluted musky scent. It was stronger than yesterday's foot musk, but was barely noticeable, I mean you really had to sniff hard to get excited by it; which I did. 

We locked up and got into the car then drove to dinner.

On our way there I glanced over at Mom a few times and noticed how her tits bounced every time we went over a tiny bump, and the 3 inches of cleavage was on show for everyone to see. About 10 minutes later we arrived at a restaurant and were greeted by this waiter who had his hair slicked back and looked kind of European. The restaurant had a GBK/Nando's theme. He smiled at Mom and me.

I noticed that he scoped her 34FF juggs and the cleavage on show. Mom asked if we could have a quiet spot at the back. It was a quiet night, not many people about. The waiter showed us to our booth which was at the back of the restaurant and offered Mom to sit down first. To sit down you kind of had to position yourself forward then plonk yourself on the sofa seat and scoot across. She did just that, and her tits were practically on show again...The waiter and I just looked on at the hooters and I noticed her bra was black and lacy 'was she wearing lingerie?' I thought to myself. Looking out of the corner of my eye and saw the waiter's mouth was slightly ajar. 

The booth we had was curved. Mom sat in view of half the restaurant and I just took the sofa booth seat opposite her not in view of much, except Mom...all the viewing pleasure I needed really.

"Here are your menus, I will come back in..."

"I'll have a burger and chips meal please, with a rum and coke." Mom cut him off mid-sentenced.

I was surprised at how forward Mom was. I opted for the same, but with a regular coke. The waiter said "Very well." And smiled at Mom, she smiled back out of politeness, or so I thought...As the waiter turned to leave, Mom kind of checked him out as he walked away. She positioned her seating so that her legs were crossed facing the view of the restaurant.




Mom's Sexy Feet



I licked my lips as I watched her toes stretch her nylons again and again. 

Her feet were close enough that I had no doubt that she could feel my breathing on her feet. I tried to keep my breathing the same as my heart rate accelerated. 

She stopped flexing her toes and lay still for nearly ten minutes. I so badly wanted to attack her sexy feet. I was then taken back as her right foot started inching it's way toward my mouth. 

She stopped her foot when it was about an inch from my mouth. The teasing was almost unbearable. 

My ability to keep my breathing the same was waning. One thing stood out with her foot an inch away from my lips. 

It was the aroma that my nose noticed. I smelled the sweet smell of a pair of pantyhose but I also smelled the faint whiff of body perfume. 

Her feet did not smell like those that were hidden in hose all day. I bet that when she went to her room earlier, she changed her hose and put on some body spray. 

Would I get the go-ahead to go further tonight? After several more minutes, she finally rolled over. She moved her feet away from my lips. 

I could tell she was laying on her back because her heels were on the couch and her toes were pointed to the ceiling. I watched closely as she again flexed her toes for several minutes. 

Next, she started waving her feet from the left to the right. Each time she waived them to the right, they inched closer to my mouth. 

She stopped her right foot about an inch from my mouth. I stared at her toes, thinking I could burst at any second. 

She held this position for nearly thirty seconds, feeling my hot breath all over her toes. 

My mom moved her foot away and whispered, "Wake-up little sleepy head" 

I ignored this and she took her left foot and moved her sole an inch from my nose. What she did next shocked me. 

Mom pressed the sole of her left foot against my nose while she pinned my head down on the couch with her right foot. 

My head was held prisoner by her feet. My mom laughed and said, " That'll teach you not to wake up. Now you're my personal foot prisoner. If you try to escape, there will be consequences" 

After she said this, she let off with the pressure from her feet. She told me "Slowly roll over my prisoner" 

As I gladly did this, I took the pillow that was against my crotch and put it on my stomach. Next, she took both feet and caressed each side of my face. I was in foot heaven. 

Mom finished the caressing and told me "there are two things I need you to do to get out of prison. First, I need you to kiss the ten little guards that are holding you prisoner. Secondly, you need to massage the guards until they're satisfied. Will you agree to the terms stated here?" 

I paused and replied, "yes, I agree to the terms of surrender". 

She lifted her feet from my face and said,"now you need to roll over and rest on your elbows" 

I did as told, happy that my bulge was now concealed. There I was, with two hose clad feet inches away from my lips. 

My dream was now becoming reality. I stared in a trance as she flexed her little toes in front of me. 

Mom spoke next, "you have to kiss each and every one of the guards to their satisfaction" 

I completely obeyed her wishes and lowered my head. I first kissed the pinky toe on her right foot. I then kissed each remaining toe, savoring the moment. 

When I finished with all the guards, she said, "That was a good job, but not good enough. Go back and try again." 

I went back to her pinky toe and this time I did what I longed to do. I took her toe into my mouth and lathered it with my tongue. 

This caused the proper response; "mmmmmmm... the guards are very pleased." 

I was having my fantasy come true, so I lovingly took my time lathering each and every toe. 

After I finished, I happily started task number two. The pantyhose made her foot silkier than I dreamed of. She wiggled her wet toes over and over. 

Her small toes were symmetrical in order with the look of perfection. I took my time kneading each toe, knowing that this moment will be etched in my memory. 

I finished the last toe on her left foot and instead of stopping, I continued by massaging her arch. This caused her to let out a drawn out "mmmmmmmmm". I finished the foot and my mom offered me her right foot. 

I held it with my hands and studied it. This time, I could study it and feel no embarrassment. 

The perfection of the small, uniform toes and the gently wrinkled sole will be the standard to which I will judge all other feet. 

Once again, I kissed each of the toes. This time, I went down on them like I was giving her head. This caused her to giggle with excitement. 

As I kneaded her wrinkled sole, she took her other foot and took the nylon off. Then she took her foot and ran it down over my face. 

I savored the smell of her foot as it inched its way down my face. She ended the journey with her toes on the edge of my mouth. She traced her big toe around my lips. To my delight, she slipped her big toe into my mouth. I took her cue and licked her toe over and over. 

She smiled and pulled it out of my mouth. I then licked her foot from the heel all the way up to her toes. I eagerly encircled each bare toe with my tongue.

My fun was soon interrupted as the headlights of my father's car pulled into the driveway. 

My mother got off the couch and said; "that was very, very nice.........too bad your father is home early. You had better get to bed because your father doesn't need to see what's been sticking into the couch" As she said this, she walked by and swatted me on the rear. 

The turning point had been crossed. My mom decided to enhance our time together and I was grateful. 

Several weeks had gone by and things stayed the same. I massaged her feet and several times got to nibble on her toes. 

Things took a turn upward after the events of the next Sunday movie night. We were all watching the movie when my mom motioned me to lie on the couch. 

The lights were off and my dad was in his custom recliner. He couldn't see me from where he was sitting. 

Mom stretched out her legs and rested her feet next to my face. I was too scared to act first, so she set the tone. 

She rested her sole up against my nose. The green light was on, so I took advantage. 

I ran my nose all over her sole, swimming in the scent of her favorite perfume. I opened my mouth and traced little circles over her heel with my tongue. I then inched my way along her wrinkled sole. 

The fact that my father was sitting across the room heightened the excitement. 

I tongued my way to her toes and used my hand for positioning. I moved her foot and sucked on each toe. 

I tenderly took my time, to show her how much I enjoyed her toes. I only got to do one foot and she motioned me to sit up. 

Mom handed me her couch-cuddling blanket and she lay back down. What was she going to do now? I sat there puzzled waiting for what may happen next. 

To my surprise, a nylon clad foot made an appearance in my lap. I opened up the blanket and laid it out. I reached for the foot and began to massage it. 

This was great; I got protection from being caught. I then got an extra surprise. Mom's second foot went underneath the blanket and stopped an inch from my hard-on. I looked over at her and she gave me a devilish grin. 

She proceeded to start rubbing her foot against my hard-on. I was in heaven. A minute later, she motioned me to open up my zipper and let it out. 

This was going further than I definitely expected. I pulled my cock from my pants and her second foot joined the fun. Wow, what a night! 

My mom was sitting on a couch with me and she was playing with my cock with her feet. She ran one foot up and down my shaft and then she did the same with the other. 

All she had was a big grin all over her face. She put my cock between her arches and started pumping. This put me on the verge of shooting and being discovered. 

I motioned for her to stop and all she did was stick out her tongue and roll it around her mouth. 

I stopped her feet and removed them from cover before it was too late. I snuck away from the movie and went to the bathroom to finish the duty. 

The next weekend was to be my best. My dad informed us that he was going on a weekend fishing trip. 

We were going to be alone for the weekend. Thoughts of beautiful toes danced around in my head. My thoughts of forty-eight hours of fun were soon shot down. 

My mom got a call from a friend and her and the girls were going out on Friday night. Friday came and my dad left on his trip. I fell asleep on the couch while my mom was out partying with her friends. 

I was awakened when my stumbling mom came into the house with one of her friends. She was blitzed, so her friend was good enough to drive her home. We helped her get undressed and put her to bed. Her friend decided that she would spend the night. 

I was getting ready to go to bed when her friend asked, "could you stay up a little longer and chat with me?" I said, "ok". As we started chatting, she took her heeled shoes off and rested her feet on the coffee table. I was immediately drawn to her black stocking feet. 

She started flexing her toes and she shifted the conversation to foot massages. She spilled the beans that my mom had told her about my foot massaging. She said her husband never touched her feet and that she'd love a foot massage from me. 

I first said no, until she sat down next to me and placed her feet in my lap. I began by massaging one foot. She took her other foot and immediately moved it to my crotch and began rubbing me. 

She then replaced her feet and moved her foot up to my mouth. The taste was sweaty, but not too bad. My reward was soon coming. 

She pulled her feet away and kneeled down in front of me. She opened my pants and started giving me a blow-job. This lasted to little and she rose up her skirt and sat on my pole. Up and down she rode. 

She was a friend of my mom, a stranger to me and she was having sex with me. I only lasted a minute and shot my load into her. She thanked me for the fun and I gathered my things and went to bed.

I awoke on Saturday with a big smile on my face. I was looking forward to whatever fun I might have during the day and looking back at the unexpected fun I just had last night. 

I got out of bed and decided that I'd go ahead and make some breakfast. My mom and her friend were gone. 

I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to say goodbye before she left. Say goodbye? Who was I kidding? I was just disappointed that I didn't have another chance to play with her feet in those black stockings. 

I sat down to my breakfast and my mom came back home. The attire she was wearing took me back. She had on a black skirt with sheer black stockings and boots. 

She strutted past me and said, "Do you like?" My mouth open stare was enough of an answer for her. She sat down on the chair next to me and told me "I just felt like wearing something sexy for our day together." 

My tent started to arise as I kept a constant stare at her crossed legs next to me. 

Before I could speak up and ask my mom about how last night's events came about, she opened up and spilled the beans. 

"I have a confession to make to you. I set up the encounter you had last night with my friend Tracy." 

"She's a co-worker and we had been talking about your fascination of nylon feet. We decided that we would set the bait and see what transpired."

"I put back a few last night, contemplating if we really should try this but I wasn't as loaded as I looked. To be honest, I snuck out from my room and watched you and Tracy from the hallway." 

This floored me. I wasn't floored about the set-up with Tracy; I was shocked that my mother was interested in watching her son have sex with a friend of hers. 

We have only played foot games together, nothing else. Was she interested in having intercourse with me tonight? She looked at me, trying to interpret what I may be thinking. 

The ringing telephone stopped the awkwardness. Mom got up and answered the phone. It was her boss. He was having troubles with the software programs and needed her help. I didn't know this yet; I just wanted to toy with her while she was on the phone. 

I took hold of her leg and placed it in my lap. She smiled with her go-ahead, so I proceeded. I took hold of her heel and wiggled her boot. 

My breath nearly stopped as I stared at her sheer black stockings. I ran my hands up and down her leg from her knee down to her toes. 

The silky feel was heavenly. My stocking high was soon to be erased. 

I heard my mother telling her boss that she's busy and she could take care of the problem on Monday. He persisted and finally she caved in. 

Hanging up the phone, she told me the bad news. "I've got to go in for awhile and help him out. I'm soo sorry about this, I think I'll only be gone a few hours". 

Before I could muddle a response, the phone rang again. This time it was my dad, checking in.

They started to talk and I decided to cop a feel before she went in to work. 

I took off her other boot and held both feet to my lips. I licked both of her feet from the heels all the way up to her toes. 

The leather taste was rather delightful. I then took one foot and proceeded to rub it all over my face relishing the silky softness of her stockings. 

My mom surprised me by rubbing her other foot over my expanding cock. I took the initiative and opened my pants. I went back to her foot and sucked her big toe into my mouth. 

I never got to suck on the next toe because her foot exposed my fully-grown erection. She then took both feet and started to play with my cock. 

The constant stare of her eyes on my cock made the excitement grow. I then heard her say to my dad, "You would not believe what just came up". 

She then told him about the phone call she had with her boss. I think she sensed that I was nearing the end of the line, so she cut him off telling him she'd better leave before he explodes. I was floored as she hung up the phone and dropped to her knees in front of me. 

Without a word, she dropped her head and went down on me. Her mouth felt wonderful. She lifted her head and looked me in the eyes. 

She proceeded to lick my shaft from my balls up to the head. She smiled at me, licked her lips and went back to work. 

I certainly wasn't expecting this, but I wasn't going to lift her head and tell her to stop. I only lasted a few minutes even though the image of her lips on me made it feel like ten. 

I shot my load and it greedily went down her throat. She didn't even spill a drop. 

She looked up at me and licked her lips. "That was a down payment because I have to leave you here and go to work. I hope that will tide you over until I get back later" I smiled at her as she got up and got ready for work.

I sat around during the day, reliving the fact that my mother actually gave me a blow-job this morning. 

This was the farthest we had ever taken anything. I still didn't hear from her so I decided to browse around her room. 

I was intrigued by her collection of nylons and hose. There were multiple colors and styles. 

I loved the garter belt and the pair of crotchless pantyhose. The onion was starting to peel. Did she use these now or were they from a day gone by? 

She had a nice selection of shoes that I know she rarely used. I imagined how her sexy little feet would look in those heels. Maybe I might get her to wear some of these when we are home alone. 

I was just about done looking around when I found one very interesting item. It was a black lacy teddy. I bet that was a sure turn on for the old boy. I would really like to see her in that sometime. 

Dinnertime came and went without a call. Finally around seven she called and said she was on her way. 

She asked, "I've had a rough day, will you be a sweetheart and draw me a bath so I can hop in when I get home?" 

I obliged and went to work. I started her bubble bath and lit several candles around the tub. 

I fixed her up a glass of wine and when I just finished, she came home. She thanked me for my work and headed for the bath. 

She was in for some time when she asked for me to come in. "Will you be kind enough to give an old tired lady a neck massage?" 

I replied with "You're not old and I'd be pleased to give a massage anytime you ask" 

I massaged her neck as she told me about all the grief she went through with her boss. 

I finished the neck massage and she said, "That was wonderful. Why don't you fix a few drinks and start the movie. I'll be out and join you in a minute". 

I made a couple drinks and eagerly awaited her return. She came in minutes later and my jaw dropped. 

She was wearing the black teddy I spied earlier today along with black four inch high pumps. Her legs were encased in sheer nude stockings. 

I rose to my feet and embraced her. We kissed for the first time. Our tongues intertwined as we explored each other. 

I took this time to pull her close and grope her fabulous behind. We broke the kiss and she spoke, 

"You can feel me all you want but that's where it has to end. I really enjoy what you do to my feet and I don't want that to end". 

I was fine with that now, but I had a feeling that my feelings would change. 

She continued to talk to me. "Some time ago I found a book that you were hiding. It answered the question that I was wondering about." 

"Why was my son constantly looking at my feet? I thought it was flattering, so I set out to see how far it might go." 

She scooted up to me and placed her heels in my lap. I kissed her pumps and her toes as she spoke. 

"After I found the book, I made sure my toes looked their best everyday. I looked forward to movie night where you would lie on the floor and stare at my feet all night." 

"I wanted you sooo badly to come over and suck my toes in the dark. Your father even mentioned how I was so frisky toward him when we went to bed afterwards." 

I unhooked her pumps and tossed them to the floor. Mom got in the game and starting playing with herself. 

I held her feet and watched her finger play. 

"And if you wondered, yes I really do like it when the dog licks my feet. His rough tongue on the sensitive sole is a great feeling." 

"I nearly came when he was licking me and you had the total look of jealousy on your face."

"I knew it was only a matter of time until you would be the foot caretaker that your father never wanted to be." 

With that I took her big toe and sucked it into my mouth. I ever so lovingly licked it looking her in the eye as I did it. 

I moved to the next toe and swirled it several times with my tongue. Up and down I sucked it like it was the most cherished sucker. 

As I moved down the line, she started rubbing her clit and inserting her fingers one at a time. Her moaning began to get louder as I began to lick and kiss her sole. 

I thoroughly attacked her sole like never before. She started to buck and soon she was coming. "Ohhh baby, ohhhhh baby....mmmmm" 

As soon as she came down, she crawled to me and put her cum coated fingers into my mouth. Then she pulled my boxers off. 

She went down on me for the second time today. I let out a moan and motioned her to give me her leg. 

I took her leg and pulled her ass towards me. She popped her head up and I spoke first. "Since you are pleasuring me, the least I could do is return the favor" 

To my surprise, she gave in and rested her pussy on my face. I inhaled her musky scent and licked her cum covered clit. 

She welcomed my tongue and held my head prisoner with her thighs. This was the first pussy I got to lick and it was heavenly. 

I licked for all I was worth. I tried my hardest to hold out and couldn't any longer. 




Mom's Sexy Feet



Once again, rope after rope shot down her throat. This time she didn't stop sucking. 

Soon she was bucking her pussy against my face. As she was cumming, her walls clamped on my tongue and her sweet juice met my waiting lips. 

We caught our breath and kissed each other exchanging our juices. As I tasted my salty cum on her tongue, I slipped my hand beneath her teddy and massaged her breast. 

We lay down together and watched our movie. Will there be more to come?