TABOO TALES(erotica)

“Hey mom!” I answered.

“Hi hon, hey are you okay?” Mom asked.

“Yeah,” I said realizing I sounded winded. “I… I had to run for the phone.”

“Are you sure Billy?” Mom asked. “Is that all you were doing?”

“Umm well yeah.” I said a little nervously as I looked over and saw the video still playing. “Why?”

Just checking.” Mom laughed and I smiled; mom had a very lighthearted laugh and I loved listening to it.”Thought maybe Julie might have come to her senses and you were being a bad boy.”

Well the bad boy part she had right I thought before answering.

“No mom I told you Julie and I are all done.” I reached over and shut the video off and asked; “Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah sorry Billy, I was busy busting you up and almost forgot why I called.” Mom paused then continued in the adorable little girl voice she would use whenever she needed something done. “Billy honey? Would you do your mom a huge favor before I get home?”

I’d rather do you a huge favor after you get home I thought, the image of the video still etched into my brain, but responded.

“What do you need mom?”

“The light blew out in my bedroom would you change the bulbs for me? I have some in the box in the closet.”

“No problem mom. Anything for you.”

“Aww aren’t you sweet!” Mom laughed delightedly. “You do spoil me Billy.”

“Someone should mom,” I said seriously. “You deserve it.”

“Thank you Billy.” Mom said also sounding serious. “You really are sweet, I mean it.”

Yeah real sweet I thought sitting there with my hand on my cock as I was listening to my mother talk.

“Thanks mom I’ll see you soon.”

‘Yup I’m just leaving now.”

Feeling guilty, I quickly pulled my pants back up and headed into my mother’s bedroom to get the light done before she got home. I left the door open as I entered and paused as I stopped in front of her closet. Shit, why the hell did the bulbs have to be in there? Okay I told myself, just open the door, grab the bulbs, and shut the door. Mom had a large closet with sliding doors, and deliberately keeping my eyes down, I slid the door over to the right. The box with the four foot fluorescent bulbs was there in the corner and I quickly slid two out. I started to close the door when, as if they had a mind of their own, my eyes turned upwards and stared at the top shelf of the closet.

“Why the hell do I do this to myself.” I muttered out loud.

Ignoring my own protests, I pulled the chain that turned on the light in the closet and stared at the contents of the shelf. The closet had to be five feet across and lined up from one end to the other were pairs of shoes. These weren’t just any shoes; these were my mother’s ‘work shoes’ as she called them. As my eyes tormented me by slowly scanning the shelf I thought that play shoes might be a bit more fitting. These were not the conservative business like shoes mom wore to the law office every day; those boring flats and short heels were on the floor of the closet. No the shoes up here were the ones she used to wear out when her and dad had their Saturday date nights, but now were the ones she wore at the cocktail lounge.

Every pair was a different color and ranged in style from four inch purple stiletto’s to a pair of knee high fuck me boots that had leather ties up the back. These shoes were always worn with a very short black skirt, a blouse that matched the color of the shoes and different colored stockings. Giving up, and completely succumbing to my weakness, I reached up and removed the right shoe to my favorite pair. This was a red high heeled sandal that had leather straps that wound around the calf and tied just under the knee. These were the only pair mom wore without stockings which was probably why I liked them so much. Don’t get me wrong the stockings looked incredible but so did my mother’s bare thighs. Never mind the thought of there being nothing under her skirt but one of the skimpy thongs I knew she wore. Staring at the shoe I figured that over the last couple of years I had probably jerked off onto them at least a half a dozen times.

I put the shoe back up on the shelf then pulled down one of the purple stilettos. I gently caressed the top of the shoe, and closing my eyes, imagined that it was the top of my mother’s soft foot. They would be in my lap and she would raise the shoe up to my face… As I envisioned it I brought the shoe up to my mouth, and feeling like a pervert, but unable to help myself licked the point of the heel. I felt my cock grow hard as I sucked the heel into my mouth and imagined my hand sliding the other shoe off of Mom’s foot, and that foot lowering itself to my bare cock. My eyes popped open, and I all but threw the shoe back up onto the shelf. Just before I shut the light off I noticed the shoe was crooked and fixed it. My mother was borderline OCD and would notice something out of place right away.

Shutting the door, I sighed as I pulled the chair Mom sat in when she did her makeup away from her bureau, and stood on it to remove the frosted panel that covered her light. As I unscrewed the first bulb I thought back on how my fetish with my mother’s feet had started. When I was a kid I noticed that my father would always rub mom’s feet. Dad would sit in the corner of the couch and mom would stretch out with her feet in his lap. Mom would always coo happily and say how nice it felt and dad would do it for hours, sometimes just lightly caressing with his fingertips.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

I never thought much of it; just figured dad was doing something nice for mom. As I got a little older however, I did start to notice little things like just how much mom seemed to be enjoying it, how some of the expressions on her face were starting to remind me of the dirty magazines I had been looking at. I also noticed how dad would now stop when I entered the room. I got my first look at what was really going on when I stood off to the side of the doorway for a few minutes one night, and watched shocked, as mom’s feet were slowly rubbing back and forth on Dad’s crotch. As she was doing it, I saw dad’s hand wandering up the leg of her shorts at which point, afraid of being seen, I quickly turned and went back to my room.

That was nothing compared to the next time I saw them however. One night I was supposed to stay at a friend’s house, but the kid got into trouble, and I had to leave around midnight. I pulled into the driveway and entered quietly through the back door figuring my parents were sleeping. As I started to head upstairs to my room I saw the tv on in the parlor and went to go tell them I was home. I had just about reached the doorway when I froze at what I saw on the couch.

Mom was wearing an extremely short red silk robe, that at the moment, was up to her hips. Her feet were once again in dad’s lap except this time they were wrapped around his bare hard cock. As I watched, mom started raising and lowering her legs, causing her feet to slide up and down dad’s cock. My father’s hand was up between mom’s legs and I could see him moving his arm back and forth. I’d been having sex myself by then and knew he was pumping his fingers in and out of mom’s pussy. That thought caused me to back up a couple of steps, but I found myself unable to leave.

From the angle I was watching from I could see mom’s face and I found myself unable to look away. Mom’s eyes were half closed, her lips were parted and I could hear her moaning softly from where I was standing. The darkness of the hallway kept her from seeing me and I now found myself edging back closer to the doorway. Dad’s other hand reached out and pulled the tie of mom’s robe open, causing it to fall to the side, and my eyes widened as I saw mom’s small but well shaped tits exposed. Mom groaned as dad’s fingers found her right nipple and she arched her head back and let out a sigh of pleasure.

Part of my mind was telling me to leave; that this was wrong and I shouldn’t be watching but I couldn’t help myself. Seeing my mother stretched out and moaning like that had me… excited. With a start I realized that I had become hard as a rock while staring at my mom’s tits. Just then mom raised one of her legs and pushed her toes into my father’s mouth. As her leg lifted I could see up her robe and my mouth dropped open as I was presented with a clear view of my father’s fingers slipping into my mother’s pussy. My mother’s pussy! Oh shit I thought, why was I watching this? Even from where I was standing I could see mom’s pussy glistening and felt my already hard cock twitch in my pants when I saw that it was completely smooth.

I saw dad add his thumb to her pussy and mom immediately dropped her leg and clenched her thighs around his hand. Dad’s hand seemed to be moving faster, and as I watched mom, let out a loud gasp, and arching her back up, tossed her head back and let out a loud squeal that caused my cock to jump in my pants. The show wasn’t over yet however, as leaning her head back up, Mom sat up straighter, and once again wrapping her feet around my father’s cock, began rubbing them back and forth across his hard flesh. Dad reached down, and grabbing mom’s ankles, stopped her feet from moving and began bucking his hips hard. I could feel my heart pounding and my cock throbbing as I watched my father fuck my mother’s feet. I didn’t think I could get anymore turned on until I heard my mother say;

“Yeah baby? You like fucking my sexy little feet? You going to cum all over them for me?”

Hearing my mother talk like that was as exciting as watching what they were doing. Apparently my father thought so as well, as with loud groan, he pumped his hips hard and my eyes widened as I saw his cum begin spurting out and all over my mother’s feet and toes. Mom moaned as well as she watched and the look on her face looked almost as good as her cum covered feet. I had slipped upstairs into my room and had jerked three times before going to sleep. All I could picture was my mother’s feet covered in cum and that incredible look of pure lust on her face.