A Boy for Mother

"Mmm, that feels good, honey," purred my mom as I began rubbing lotion on her feet in preparation for her foot massage. Her long day at work had left her depleted slightly more than usual, and nothing seemed to relieve her stress more so than one of my patented foot massages. It was something I had come to master over the years, even though the only feet on which I had practiced my skill were those of my mother.

For as far back as I can remember, my mother and I have been very close. Being an only child and the son conceived from a one-night stand when she was only a teenager, mom took great care in pampering me throughout my life. She busted her butt working multiple jobs just to provide for my childhood needs, and when I had reached the legal working age in the state, I willingly accepted a part-time job to help alleviate her burden.

Mom didn't have any siblings, and her parents lived on the other side of the country, leaving the two of us to fend for ourselves. She avoided men for the most part throughout my upbringing, mainly to avoid the unwanted possibility of having to raise another child on her own, but also because she knew that I wouldn't allow it. We had spent so much time together that I had become attached to her, wanting to go with her wherever she went, and becoming jealous of anyone and anything that kept her presence from me. I even decided to attend the small local university in our town and forego a more credible education somewhere farther away just to stay at home with her, to her delight as well. I was her 19-year old son whom she would introduce to others as "her man". It always brought a smile to my face whenever we were out in public and strangers would mistake us as lovers rather than mother and son, which was an honest mistake given my mother's very youthful looks and my growth spurt at 18 years of age. Mom would always relish those moments and play into their hands by fawning over me like her boy toy, even going so far as kissing me on the lips from time to time in order to add to the deception.

In truth I wasn't sure why mom hadn't dated any other men during my lifetime, or rather how she was able to fend off the men who chased after her! She has a beautiful figure that most women far younger than she would have killed to have, and she honestly looked better than many of the girls I saw walking around town. Her short stature only added to her compact features, as her legs were very shapely toned, her butt was still plump and firm after all these years, and her nice breasts seemed to reveal no sign of gravity's effect upon the human body over time! Best of all were her lovely feet and gorgeous toes, which I kept nice and trim with massages and pedicures. She liked to wear her hair short with her brown bangs hanging just above her eyes, and her smile would send shivers down any man's back.

As I was beginning to massage her feet, I couldn't help but look up and notice her perfection as she reclined back on the couch. She had just taken a warm shower and had nothing but a towel wrapped around her body, and her reclined position caused the ends of the towel to slightly part. As I began to rub her feet to the sounds of her relief, I couldn't help but wonder what she must look like underneath the towel. Thoughts began to race through my mind as to what excuses I could use to get her to open the towel just enough for me to see, or even remove it entirely if at all possible. Then it dawned on me - I'm actually getting aroused thinking of my own mother! I'm not supposed to have these kinds of thoughts, but then again who could blame me given her beautiful looks and the closeness that we shared.

"Ohhh, this is better than sex." Her drawn out words arouse me from my sensual daydream, bringing me back to the reality of the foot massage. Her head was reclined back and her eyes closed, arms to her side and a look of absolute relief on her face from me removing the stress in her feet.

"How would you know?" I ask in response with a sly look on my face.

"Hey," she responds, opening her eyes and raising her head to look at me. "It hasn't been that long ago!" She feigns a look of indignation as she utters her words, and I just roll my eyes and went back to my work.

"Speaking of which," she continues as she rests her head back on the couch and closes her eyes once again, "what's the dating scene looking like on your end?"

"Mom!" I respond with slight surprise. "You know you're the only woman for me," I say as I look down with a mischievous smile. My response causes her to chuckle slightly.

"Well, I was just checking. I can't be having my man going behind my back now, can I?" She jokingly states, not realizing how appreciative her words truly were to me.

The very brief discussion of sex and dating only arouse my inner feelings for my own mother, and my eyes begin to once again take in the scene before me. I begin to relish the thought of not only looking upon my mother's womanhood, but actually taking my mother as a lover takes his beloved. The thoughts of embracing my nude mother arouse me to the point of causing my penis to respond, as blood slowly begins to fill my cock and creating a small bulge in my shorts. I was slowly giving in to my base passions and decided to test the waters to see how far I could go before mom pulled on the reigns.

"Hey," I sheepishly ask, "I read about a new technique that helps to stimulate the nerves in your feet. I think you might actually like it." I was lying of course, as I hadn't read anything about a new technique, but rather I was looking for an excuse to sensually enjoy my mother.

"Oh yeah. Go for it," she replies as she continues to rest her head on the back of the couch. "I'll just be laying here on cloud nine."

Upon her approval I tell her to relax, and while massaging her foot in my hands, I slowly move it towards my mouth. Focusing on the side of her foot with the little toe, I open my mouth and slowly engulf a couple of toes, running my tongue between them as I close my mouth. The sensation must have sent shivers up mom's spine, because I see her tense up for a second and take a sharp breath. I keep my eyes focused on her to gauge her response, and I can see the look on her face change from concern to one that was more relaxed.

"Oh," she was able to mutter as I began to sensually suck on her toes, running my tongue across the two in my mouth. She didn't say anything else, but rather seemed to be trying to process the scene in her head. Her toes tasted so good in my mouth with them having just been washed, and the erotic thoughts flying through my head only increased the bulge in my shorts.

I slowly begin to make my way across her toes, sucking and licking on each one as I go, my hands still embracing her foot. I can see that her breathing was slightly increasing, and I begin to wonder if she was enjoying the feeling as much as I am. Erotic thoughts of me and my mother begin to play through my head, and it is all I can do to keep control of the situation as I realize that I had inadvertently begun to suck on her toes with slightly more intensity. Slowing down slightly, I finally come to her big toe, and I seductively run my lips over it and let my tongue go to work.

I could feel mom tense up slightly as she takes a sharp breath and allows a low moan of pleasure to escape, revealing to me that she is enjoying my tongue action on her toes. Upon finishing my work on her big toe, I lower her foot and raise the other one to my mouth. Slowly and more seductively I begin to lick and suck on her toes, repeating the process as before. By now I can see her chest rising and falling with each breath. She wasn't completely enraptured in ecstasy, but she was definitely taking deeper breaths and enjoying the feeling more than before.

"Chris," she mutters under her breath, "that feels so good." I can see her swallow hard as she begins to accept the joy that her son is bringing her. So far my erotic plans seem to be proceeding without any hindrance, and the sucking of my mother's toes only intensify my courage. I figure it's time to go a little farther, not that I can stop the rush of emotion that has come over me anyway.

After finishing her other big toe, a let my mouth move down the side of her foot, licking and kissing it along the way. Having my mom's foot pressed up to my mouth with warm kisses causes my head to spin. By now my eyes are closed and I have only the image of my naked mother flashing through my mind. Slowly yet uncontrollably I begin to make my way down to her ankle, and then I begin to run my tongue over her ankle and along her leg. Her breathing has slightly intensified, and I hear her take in another deep breath as my lips caress the lower part of her calf muscle. She takes another hard swallow and allows another low moan of pleasure to escape.

As I begin to work my way along the inside of her leg, I spread her leg ever so slightly apart to make room for my advance. In so doing, the lower end of the towel opens up even more, and finally there is enough light shining through so that I could just barely make out my mother's pubic hair. The faint image of my mom's womanhood was too much for my system to take, and I find myself having to temporarily stop kissing on her leg in order to take a deep breath from the excitement. My mother's arousal had been growing with each passing second, and she now seized upon the opportunity to collect her thoughts as I paused from the intensity of the moment.

"Chris," she says in a low purposeful voice, "that feels nice, but are you sure about this?" I don't respond, but instead I move up to the top of her calf and begin sucking on her leg just below her knee. I increase the intensity of the kisses and let my tongue lap along her leg, hoping that she receives my unequivocal "yes" with the force of the kisses. Opening her legs even more as I continue to press on, the ends of the towel have now all but fallen away, revealing my mother's trimmed bush like I've never seen before. The sight fills me with unimaginable passion, and I can only close my eyes from fear of indelicately rushing upon my mother and ruining the moment. I try to keep my mind focused on the task of kissing my mother's inner thigh, but it's difficult to keep from letting my thoughts run wild. At that moment I catch a faint whiff of something different, something I'd never smelled before.

Opening my eyes I notice a couple of things: one is that there was a glistening shine on the top of my mother's pussy, and two is that my mother's breathing has increased, and her hands were now holding onto the couch as opposed to just lying there. The smell was my mother's womanhood making its way from her moist pussy to my nose, and the moment was too much for me to handle. Giving in to my uncontrollable passions, I push my face through what remains of the ends of the towel and bury my lips into my mother's pussy!

"Oh mom!" I exclaim as my tongue takes on a mind of its own and begins to lap up the light layer of juice that has formed on my mother's vagina. The sound of my unbridled cry for mom and the feeling of my warm tongue on her pussy is too much for her to take as I feel her body lurch suddenly.

"Ohhhhhh Chris!" She moans with unchecked passion. "Yes! Yes baby!" Her words are laced with erotic feelings that she hasn't felt in ages, and her legs raise up and wrap around my head as I pleasure her clitoris. Pulling the towel up above her waist, mom begins to slowly gyrate her hips against my tongue as she moans out the sounds of a sudden orgasm: "Ohhh yes! Ohhhh yes! Yes!!" Her cries intensify until they reach a screaming crescendo, echoing off the walls of the house as she lurches from a violent orgasm. I can feel her body shaking rapidly as I continue to lash away at her pussy, my hands having now folded back her flaps to allow me greater freedom of motion. The feeling of her body pulsating to my tongue along with the feeling of her legs wrapped around my head has my cock as hard as it has ever been. I had reached the peak of my erotic encounter with mom, and her final scream of joy takes me over the edge. The sight of mom's sensual thralldom coupled with her scream of joy was enough to bring me to my climax. My cock explodes its love juices all across my chest and the side of the couch, culminating with me moaning uncontrollably into my mother's pussy while reaching around and grabbing my mother's waist violently.

As the last shot of cum abates, the sounds of our mingled orgasms begin to slowly draw to an end. My mother is now breathing heavily, and I begin to loosen my arms from around her legs. With a couple more joyful licks upon my mother's clitoris, I end my tongue lashing and raise my head. My mother's arms are still planted firmly by her side, her hands filled with the edges of the couch, and she tries to restore her breathing back to normal. Her head is still pushed back and her eyes are still closed as I gently unwrap her legs and place her feet back onto the floor. After several moments, my mother opens her eyes and tries to conjure up the words to speak, finally saying through shortened breaths: "Oh Chris, I think I've finally found my man..."

TO BE CONTINUED