MOM'S SEXY FEET

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.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.

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?