Mom shook her head, “Russ, you’re nineteen years old, you should be going upstairs to shower then go out and find some pretty young thing to…” she gave me another wink, “Do what I’d like to be doing .”
“Well, I’m still kind of getting over Jessica. I don’t think I’m up to…”
“Oh, please,” Mom waved her hand, “At your age you should be thinking about getting off, not getting over. Russ, you’re a hell of a good looking young man! You hit a club you won’t be going home alone!”
“Same goes for you, mom.” I said, trying to turn the conversation away from me. “You’re saying you want to have fun, but they’re not coming here. I think if you went out you’d, you know get…”
“Laid?” she sighed. “I guess you’re right, but…” for the first time she looked serious. “I was with your dad a long time and… I guess right now I’m all talk.”
“Then just talk.” I prodded her, “You don’t have to go out and get picked up, and maybe you’ll meet a nice guy, have a drink and maybe start dating.”
Mom nodded, “I know, I’ve heard that from Lisa a lot lately, she wants me to go out with her on a Saturday night.”
“That’s tomorrow, go with her.”
“I’ll think about it.” She told me, then placing the glass on the table drew her other leg up and grabbed her foot. That move caused her shorts to ride up and I could see her ass cheek. Shifting my gaze I asked, “Mom what the hell are you doing?”
“I wore new heels to work today and they didn’t fit right.” She winced, “My feet are killing me.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” I told her, “Well I’m going to…”
“What’s that, you want to rub my feet?” Mom asked.
“I… no, that’s not what I said.”
“Oh, that’s what I said!” Mom laughed, “Come on Russ, rub my…”
“Mom, I don’t think that would be… um,” I put my hands out, “Proper.”
“Proper?” she rolled her eyes. “Since when is rubbing your mother’s feet not proper? Besides I’m proper all fucking week.”
“Yeah, well…”
“Please Russ,” Mom looked up at me with her blue eyes wide and sticking out her lower lip begin to pout, “Please rub my feet, they’re awfully sore!”
She said the last part in a little girl voice that caused my cock to twitch. My aching cock was the problem. I was hard just looking at her what would happen if I started touching her? In front of me mom drew both her knees up and pointed at the corner of the couch, “Come on honey, make your mom feel good!”
Those words were uttered not in the previous childlike voice, but a sexy purr that before I knew it had me sitting on the couch next to her.
“Yay!” Mom laughed and stretching her long legs out deposited her feet in my lap. “Your dad always told me I could get anything I wanted with that pout, guess it works on you too!”
I forced myself not to think about what her full lips could do besides pout and taking her right foot in my hands began to rub my thumbs into the soft skin just beneath her toes.
“Ohhh, honey, that feels sooo good!” Mom moaned and letting her head fall back on the arm of the couch sighed, “Damn you have strong hands.”
“Thanks.” I said softly as I continued to knead her foot.
Mom got pedicures on a regular basis and her foot was soft and smooth. Her skin was warm to the touch and she was playfully wiggling her toes as I worked each one with my fingers. Those toes were painted a deep red and as I stared down at them I wondered what her feet would look and feel like placed on my shoulders while I…
I blinked and tried to keep my mind from going down that forbidden path. But no matter what I focused on the fact was my cock was fully erect and laying against my leg. I was getting so worked up I could feel my thigh getting wet as the tip of my excited cock began to drip.
I lowered my hands and started rubbing the sole of her foot and she released a low moan that caused another surge through my cock. I was resting mom’s heel on my thigh and now cupping it in my hand began to squeeze it while now lightly running my fingers along the bottom of her foot. Mom’s foot jumped in my hand and she giggled, “That tickles, but it feels good!”
Her giggle made me smile, she hadn’t laughed much the last few months and it was a good to hear. I placed her foot down in my lap, carefully avoiding my cock and began rubbing her other foot. She cooed happily as my fingers massaged that one and with a sigh began speaking.
“You know I haven’t had a good foot rub in a long time. Back before your dad I had a boyfriend who would massage my feet every night and for a long time.”
“That was nice of him.” I said, wondering where this was going.
“I thought so, but after awhile I noticed he was always horny after that and one night I stuck my feet in his lap and he was hard as a rock.”
My eyes widened and I looked down at the obvious bulge in my crotch. Mom couldn’t see it from where she was, and again I shifted her foot so it was even further away from it.
“Come to find out he had a foot fetish and loved my feet so we made a deal.”
“A deal?” I repeated, even though I knew I should end this conversation.
“Yes and a fun one, if he would rub my feet for a half hour, I’d give him a foot job!”
“Mom!” I exclaimed.
“I know, TMI,” she sighed, “But it was fun, he’d put lotion on me then I’d watch him slide between my feet.”
She went silent and I turned my head to see her head was resting on the arm of the couch. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted and when she continued to speak her voice was low and her breathing heavy.
“At first I thought it would just be for him, but he was so hard and it felt good and I could feel him throbbing and he would moan.”
“Mom, please,” I said in a tone that was close to a whimper.
“Then he’d cum and the feeling of his hot…”
She mercifully trailed off, but the silence became even worse when I felt her start to move her feet back and forth. I looked to see she was working her legs up and down and was breathing even harder. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her nipples were hard beneath the silky top and I realized she had herself all but ready to cum.
My cock was throbbing so hard it hurt and I could feel my hands trembling on her foot which meant she must be able to feel it too. I sat there silently both dreading, but dying to hear her next words. To my relief when next she spoke she sounded more like her old self.
“I… I’m sorry Russ.” She whispered, “I… I don’t know what the hell is getting into me these days.”
“Maybe a little too much wine.” I said, taking a chance.
“Maybe you’re right.” She said, picking her head up from the couch. “But that’s about all that’s getting…” she caught herself. “Anyway, I… I think I need to go to bed. I’m uh… really tired.”
I looked away so she wouldn’t see the look on my face. She was going to go upstairs and play with herself! She’d gotten herself all worked up and was going to lay on her bed and get off! My mind was pulled from that deliciously taboo image by mom stretching her feet out in my lap. Her foot slid across my cock and caught off guard, a soft moan escaped me.
“What did you say?” she asked, as swinging her feet off my lap, she put them on the floor and stood up.
“Uh… nothing.” I managed to get out as her perfect ass was now in my face.
“Oh, thought you said something.”
I started to answer then stopped when she bent over the table to pick up the wine topper and stick it in the bottle. Her ass was now inches from my face and her shorts had slid into the crack of her ass leaving me staring at her bare left cheek. Mom stood back up and took a step towards the kitchen. She immediately started to wobble and quickly standing up, I caught her arm.
“You okay Mom?”
“Yeah, just a little dizzy guess I stood up to fast.”
“You need me to help you upstairs?”
“I… maybe.” I put my arm around her shoulders and she placed her hand on my arm.
“Wow, not just your hands are strong,” she said as she squeezed my bicep. “You been using your dad’s old bowflex a lot haven’t you?”
“Yeah.” I said, trying to ignore her hand which had slid up to my shoulder.
“You’ve come a long way from a scrawny little kid that’s for sure,” she laughed, then pointing at the mirror over the mantle said, “Look at the two of us Russ, it’s a shame we’re all alone tonight.”
“I guess.” I agreed, steering her towards the stairs. She remained still and kept pointing at the mirror. “Really honey, look at you, with those green eyes and that gorgeous dark hair of yours, you look just like your dad and God knew I could never say no to him!”
“I’ll work on it mom, now let’s go to bed.”
“Figures. I finally hear those words from a good looking young stud and it’s my son.”
“Hey you know what mom?” I said, thinking of something, “You want me to get out and have fun?”
“I do.”
“Then I’ll make you a deal. If you go out with Lisa tomorrow night, you know, get out of the damn house and have some fun, there’s a girl named Sarah at Wal-Mart who I think likes me.”