I moaned softly as my cock continued to spurt, and watched half panicked, but also filled with a sick thrill as my cum splashed against the bed just under mom’s foot. My cock had nothing left to give and standing there panting, I tucked my still dripping dick into my shorts.
I looked down and felt another sick thrill as I looked at my mother’s cum coated foot. I jumped back when her foot twitched and felt a wave of panic go through me, I quickly backed up to where her closet was and looking down into her laundry basket grabbed a towel.
I carefully approached the bed and after wiping it off, lightly dabbed at her foot. Mom moaned and to my horror began to roll over. In desperation, I wiped the towel hard across the bottom of her foot trying to get the last of my cum. Mom removed the pillow from her head and as I quickly dropped the towel at my feet she put looked at me through bleary eyes.
“Russ,” she asked as she rolled over onto her back “Wh… what are you doing in here?”
“I… I saw your door open and…” Looking down I saw the edge of the sheet and grabbed it. “I was going to cover you up.”
“Oh,” she said, as she drew her foot up along the bed. “Is that what just touched my foot?”
“Um, yeah.” I told her nervously watching as he reached down and rubbed her foot.
Mom’s fingers slid along the bottom of her foot and I felt my heart stop in my chest when she frowned. “Wow,” she said, “I must have been sweating, my foots wet.”
“Yeah, well… maybe the sheet’s not a good idea then, I just didn’t want to…”
“Russ, come here.” She tapped the side of the bed.
Oh, shit I thought as I slowly made my way over to her. When I reached the side of the bed, she surprised me by reaching out and putting her arms around me.
“Russ, that was very nice of you, you’re so good to me!” she said in my ear.
I nodded against her shoulder and as I glanced down the bed and looked down the length of her legs thought, that was me, a real good guy.
*****
I looked up from the TV at the sound of the doorbell and glanced at the clock. It was just after six and I called up the stairs, “Hey Mom I think Lisa is here!”
“I’ll be down in a couple of minutes!” she shouted down to me.
I nodded and made my way over to the door. I had to admit I’d been surprised when Mom told me this morning she had remembered our deal and called Lisa to say she would come out with her tonight. The only problem with that was I wondered if she remembered some of the rest of what she’d said. As I reached for the doorknob I felt a sense of relief she was going out, maybe she would meet someone and get a grip on herself.
Then again that meant I would have to stop getting a grip on myself, at least where mom was involved. Last night’s sick performance and close call told me I needed to get myself back in the saddle as well. Fortunately mom had fallen right back to sleep almost as soon as she allowed me to tuck her in and hadn’t noticed there was more than sweat on her foot. I opened the door and saw it was indeed Lisa.
“Hey Russ, she ready to go?”
“She needs a couple of more minutes,” I told her stepping aside, “Come on in.”
Lisa gave me a smile and as she passed me to enter the house I couldn’t help checking her out. Lisa was in her early forties and although older than and not nearly as hot as mom certainly fit the term cougar.
Lisa was a tall slender brunette with a set of legs as long as mom’s and a small, but perky set of tits that she always pushed up well in whatever low cut outfit she was wearing. Tonight she was wearing a simple one piece red sundress and with her long hair down and her small tits tightly encased by the snug fitting dress she looked damn good. I smiled at the thought that her and mom should get plenty of attention.
“Tell you what Russ, I don’t know how you did it, but I’m thrilled you got her to come out tonight.”
“I made a deal with her.” I explained, “She’s been telling me to get out and get over Jessica so I told her I would if she’d go out.”
“Good move.” Lisa nodded “This will be good for her. The place we’re going is a club, but it’s an older crowd, hopefully she meets someone.”
“Yeah, about that.” I glanced over at the stairs to make sure mom wasn’t coming down before continuing. “Do me a favor Lisa if she drinks a lot watch her?”
“Oh, I’m driving so don’t worry.” She laughed, “And if she meets someone I’m sure they’ll be driving!”
“Well, look that’s the thing. When mom drinks she gets kind of…” I struggled to find a word, “Risque? Maybe.”
“Oh, you mean horny?” Lisa laughed. “The last time I came over here and she was drinking she was really going on and on about sex.” She paused and frowned, “She gets like that with you?”
“Yeah, she um… has no filter.” I nodded.
“Wow, weird she would talk dirty in front of you.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of awkward, but anyway I’m afraid if she gets drunk and some guy hits on her she might…”
“Hey Russ, I know she’s your mom and you care, but that could be what she needs, get her over the hump.”
“I know, but what if the guy ends up a jerk or she wakes up and sobers up and feels bad?” I pointed out, “It could make it worse and I don’t want to see her get hurt.”
“You know, you have a point.” She told me, “I’ll watch who she’s talking to,” she then reached out and touched my arm “Russ, that’s great you’re that protective of her and you don’t want her with some asshole.”
Like the kind of asshole who would jerk off on her feet, I thought, but simply said, “Well she’s been good to…”
“Damn girl!” Lisa interrupted me with a whistle, “Look at you!”
I turned around to see my mother coming down the stairs and whispered, “Oh, goddamn.”
Mom was wearing a short black skirt that barely went down past her ass and as she walked down the stairs I could see the creamy skin of the insides of her upper thighs. I wondered if she would even be able to bend over in the damn thing.
Needless to say the skirt showed off her amazing legs, but making those legs look even better were a pair of red stiletto heels. Those heels had to be at least four inches and I noticed when she reached the bottom of the stairs, Mom was walking carefully as if she weren’t used to the shoes.
Once she was standing in front of me I caught sight of her top and couldn’t help gawking at her chest. The shirt mom was wearing was a red short sleeved button down, that wasn’t racy, but she had it open to reveal a tight silk shirt with a lace top and so low cut I could see the top half of her impressive tits.
Mom’s long hair was down and had been teased out making her look younger and she was wearing a bright red lipstick that called attention to her soft full lips.
“So, what do you think?” Mom asked and did a quick spin showing off the fact that the skirt barely covered the cheeks of her ass,
“I… wow mom you look,” I shrugged, “You look hot!”
“Really?” she gave me a huge smile, “I don’t look silly?”
“Honey, you’re putting me to shame.” Lisa laughed, “I feel like a damn tom boy next to you!”
“I don’t know about all that, but,” Mom looked over at me, “You really think I look good honey?”
“Um, well considering you’re my mom, sure you look good.”
“What if I wasn’t your mom?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Well…”
She was looking me in the eye and gave me an odd smile. I was wondering what was going on when I noticed her eyes seemed a little on the bright side.
“What kind of question is that?” Lisa asked, getting me off the hook, “He’s your son, Linda.”
Turning to Lisa I leaned over to her and said softly, “She’s already been drinking, see what I mean?”
Lisa nodded and under the pretense of giving me a quick hug goodbye said, “I’ll watch out for her, I promise.”
“Thanks.”
Lisa pulled away and taking mom by the arm, said, “Let’s go hot stuff, we have some men to toy with!”
“Good.” Mom said as she let her lead her towards the door, “Because I’m tired of using toys.”
*****
I woke up with a start at the sound of the front door opening. I shook my head trying to clear the sleep from it. I saw Saturday night live was on the TV and wondered who won the Sox game I’d fallen asleep during. My attention was drawn to the door when I heard Lisa say,
“Come on Linda, you’re home, just a little further.”
I sat up and saw Lisa and mom stagger through the doorway. Lisa had one arm around Mom’s shoulders and was holding her arm as she guided her into the living room.
“Is she okay?” I asked, quickly getting up and going over to them.
“I’m fine!” Mom snapped and pushed herself away from Linda, “Damn fine according to all the guys!”
As soon as Mom had stepped away from Lisa, she staggered again and I caught her by the arm.