TABOO TALES(erotica)

Mom had her head turned towards the back of the couch and I could see her eyes were closed. I could also see that she was wearing makeup and she had curled her long brown hair. I stared down at her, and seeing she was sleeping, took my time admiring how absolutely beautiful she was. My eyes trailed down her face to look at the inviting skin of her slender neck. Drifting further I took in the smooth skin of her chest and found myself gazing down the neckline of her sundress. I could just see the swelling of her breast and… my cock twitched as I saw her nipples poking through the dress and realized she was not wearing a bra. Had she gone out like that? Where the hell had she gone dressed like this in the first place?

“Hey Billy, whatcha doing?”

I jumped at the sound of Mom’s voice and immediately felt myself start to flush as she had to have seen me staring.

“Oh umm… I was just seeing if you were sleeping.” I lied lamely. “I was going to put the candles out.”

“Hmmm.” Mom sighed , and to my distress, she put her arms over her head and stretched, arching her back up off the couch and pushing her tits out.

I turned away as she did and stared at the near empty wine bottle. Had it been full?

“No leave them lit I like them,” Mom said. “Very relaxing.”

As I looked at her, I could see her eyes were bright and her cheeks flush. Mom was drunk or close to it.

“The whole night has been.” She continued. “I went and got a pedicure see?”

Mom raised her legs up and I saw she had painted her toes a deep emerald green. I also saw she was wearing a silver toe ring on the middle toe of each foot.

“I know, color clashes with the dress, but who cares?” She giggled then sighed. “Then I came back, lit some candles and drank a whole lot of wine!”

Mom stretched again and whispered;

“I feel like a cat! All warm and relaxed and happy and…”

“Satisfied?” I finished as she hesitated.

“I haven’t been satisfied in a long time Billy.” Mom said. Then as if realizing what she said she giggled again and added; “Oops sorry.” She winked. “Bad kitty!”

Oh boy I thought to myself, this was a little too much for me. It was time to go upstairs where I’m sure mom’s last little remark would run through my head while I stroked it to her green toes and nipples.

“Okay well I’m going to go to bed mom. Good Night.”

I leaned over to kiss her cheek and at the last second mom turned her head and quickly caught my lips with her own. I jerked back stunned, it was only a quick peck, and mom had pulled back right away, but still! As I looked at her, with what I am sure was an expression of shock on my face, mom laughed;

“It’s okay Billy I just felt like kissing a good looking guy that’s all. Now I can tell the girls at the office I kissed a hot young guy and they’ll be all jealous.” She paused and added; “You used to kiss me on the lips all the time.”

“When I was a kid.” I told her.

I could taste her lipstick and began to feel as warm as mom said she felt.

“Oh? Too grown up to give your mom a quick kiss?” She grunted then laughed. “I see how you are.”

“I guess so.” I answered, not needing this to go any further. “Like I said I’m heading to bed.”

“No you’re not.”

“I’m not?” I asked.

“Nope.” Mom said shaking her head. “What you’re going to do is sit down at the other end of the couch and give me a nice foot rub.”

“Umm you know mom,” I said speaking slowly so I wouldn’t stumble over my words. “How about another time? I’m really…”

“Awww but you promised before you left!” Mom pushed her lips out in a pout and I felt myself begin to sweat, oh this could turn real bad real quick. “Please Billy?”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I looked down at her and felt my resolve melt away. I couldn’t resist that. I would just try to do it quickly, mom was so relaxed, no let’s be honest so drunk, she would probably fall asleep. With a nervous smile I said;

“Anything for you mom.”

“Now that’s more like it!” Mom laughed happily.

Resigned to my fate and the potential embarrassment that could come out of this, I went over to the other end of the couch. Mom lifted her feet up off the pillow which I intended to grab and put in my lap to cover up the hard on I knew I would get. Before I could however, mom sat up and grabbing it, put it behind her head as she rested it on the arm of the couch. I sat down and mom immediately put her feet in my lap. Taking a deep breath, I reached down, and taking mom’s right foot in both of my hands, started to knead my thumbs into the soft skin of the bottom of her foot.

“Ohhh that feels so-oh good!” Mom cooed happily.

“It’s supposed to.” I said absently,

I watched my hands massage my mother’s perfect foot. The pedicure had made them even softer and the green nail polish was sexy as hell. I worked my fingers into the skin just below each of her toes, then moving down began to rub the sole of her foot. As I pushed my thumbs into the bottom of her foot, I started light running my fingers across the top, gently caressing her foot with my finger tips. I slid my hand back, and as I began to rub her heel mom let out a sound that could only be described as a moan, and slid further down the couch. Her dress rode up and was now dangerously close to her hips. Putting her foot down, I picked up the other one and repeated the massage.

Mom was making little sounds of pleasure in her throat, and maybe it was just my imagination, but I swear they sounded sexual in nature. Finishing rubbing that foot I let them rest in my lap and just began lightly running my finger tips across the tops. As I did I found myself staring at the ankle bracelet and toe rings. I felt my breath starting to pick up, and as I rubbed the back of my hand down the bottom of mom’s foot, became alarmed as I felt my cock beginning to swell.

Shifting mom’s feet slightly so they wouldn’t be pressing directly into my cock, I turned my head to see if she noticed and almost let out a moan of my own. Mom had that look on her face; the one from my fantasies. Mom’s eyes were half closed and her lips parted slightly. She was breathing heavier and I felt my cock grow completely stiff as I saw that her nipples were hard. No, I told myself she wasn’t turned on just relaxed and buzzed and…

“Do that on the bottom of my feet.” Mom said softly as I ran my fingers across the top of her foot again.

Mom had crossed her feet at her ankles, and putting my hand under her heels, I lifted her feet up and started to run my fingers across the soles of her feet.

“Ohh yes.” Mom whispered, causing my cock to start to throb painfully in my jeans.

As I rubbed I stared at mom’s feet and had to fight the urge to bring them to my lips, to suck on her toes and lick and kiss and…

“Go ahead.” Mom said.

“Umm go ahead and…?” I asked nervously glancing over at her.

“Yes Billy, go ahead and do what you want to do.” She smiled wickedly and added; “Suck on my toes Billy.”

“W-What?” I gasped out.

“Don’t what me Billy.” Mom answered calmly. “Just do it. Suck on your mother’s toes just like you’ve been thinking about.” She smiled. “I’ll let you. Hell I want you too.”

“I… don’t know what…” This was a trick or a dream or… at that point Mom cut into my thoughts.

“You’ve been a bad boy haven’t you Billy?”

Before I could answer Mom reached down next to her, and with another evil little smile, held up the cumstained pink stocking.

“Oh no.” I said softly feeling my stomach twist.

“Mom I… I am s-so sorry I…”

“Don’t be Billy.” Mom said. “I think it’s quite flattering.”

As she said that mom took the stocking, and as I watched open mouthed, put it under her nose and took a deep breath, sniffing right where there was a huge stain.

“Ohhh,” Mom moaned. “And such a turn on.”

“Oh.”

It’s all I could get out. My heart was beating like a jackhammer, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back. I could also feel my cock begin to get even harder if that was possible.

“Billy, take off your shirt.”

“But… I…”

I had no idea what to do or say. I had been having wet dreams like this for months, but now that it seemed as if mom wanted it I was frozen. There had to be something more to this, was this just another wet dream was I…

“The shirt Billy, take it off.”

“I…”

“If I told you to do the dishes Billy you would. Now listen to your mother and take your damn shirt off.”

Mom had said it in the exact same tone she would if I had given her a hard time, and I found myself immediately slipping my shirt up over my head, and tossing it on the floor.

“There you go, now I can do this.”

As she spoke mom lifted her legs, and turning slightly on the couch placed her feet flat on my chest. I tried without success to stifle a moan as mom wiggled her toes on my chest then very slowly started sliding them up and down. I moaned again as they slid down my stomach then gasped as mom dropped her left foot right on top of my hard cock.

“Ohhh such a bad boy!” Mom breathed out as her foot rubbed my cock through my jeans.

“But that’s okay Billy. Know why?” Without waiting for an answer she continued: “Because as soon as I found this I remembered that it’s the exact way I found out your father loved my feet.”