TABOO TALES(erotica)

I shook my head as the image of mom’s long lean body arched up off the couch as she had made that incredible squeal was causing my cock to swell again. I forced myself to focus on changing the bulbs, and when I had finished, slid the chair back and thought about how dad had gotten sick not to long after that causing me to forget about what I had seen. The last year however, I found myself thinking about it more and more, except suddenly the fantasy had gone from watching him with mom to me being the one she was playing with. Even when I had been with Julie there had been a couple of disturbing moments where I saw my mother, not Julie, moaning and squirming underneath me. I had even thought about talking to someone about it but felt too ashamed. Besides, I thought it’s not like I was ever going to do anything with mom so maybe it was just some kind of sick fixation and I would get off it sooner than later.

Speaking of getting off, my cock was hard for about the tenth time in the last couple of hours, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had planned on going back to the computer, but as I started to walk away from the bureau, I looked down at the bottom left drawer. I knew what was in there and this time I didn’t even try to talk myself out of it. Bending over and opening the drawer I let out a sigh as I looked at the dozens of pairs of different colored stockings and nylons it contained. Reaching in I picked up a hot pink thigh high, one that mom had worn last week, and the one’s I had been thinking of ever since.

Walking over to mom’s queen size bed, I sat down on the edge of it, and sliding my pants down my hips, wrapped the soft stocking around my cock and started sliding it up and down. I closed my eyes as I pictured mom’s small soft perfectly manicured foot inside of that stocking. As I increased the speed of my stroking I envisioned that soft pink clad foot sliding across my chest and stomach. I started breathing heavier as I imagined how good her feet would look wrapped around my cock. Normally that is where my mind would stop, but this time I went further, much further. I thought of mom removing her foot from my cock, and laying back, spreading her legs and whispering;

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I moaned and my hand started furiously pumping my cock as I saw myself slide into my mother’s pussy. Mom moaned and put her stocking clad feet on my shoulders, her toes right next to my face. I turned my head, sucked her toes into my mouth, and grabbing her ankles started fucking the shit out of her.

“Oh Billy!!” She would moan.

I gasped loudly, as my cock exploded, sending a huge spurt of cum into the pink stocking. I kept stroking and my cock kept shooting. A moment later I sighed with relief, as I gave myself a couple of more pumps, and felt the last of my cum dribble into the now soaking wet stocking. I sat back panting for a minute, then looking at the cum splattered stocking, realized I would have to grab the other one and toss them into the laundry so mom wouldn’t notice she only had one in the drawer. I stood up and was just starting to pull my pants up when I heard the front door creak as it began to swing open.

Holy shit! I thought as my eyes instantly found the clock and saw that it was five o’clock. The front door faced my mother’s bedroom at an angle and I had left her door wide open. If she looked right at her bedroom she would be able to see me. In a panic I turned around, putting my back to the door, and zipping up my jeans. I went to shove the stocking into my pocket but just as I was I heard mom call my name I jumped so violently I dropped it.

“Billy?”

“Umm in here Mom!” I called, hoping I didn’t sound as nervous as I felt.

Knowing I would never have time to pick it up, I did the only thing I could think of and kicked the stocking under the bed.

“You changed the bulbs!” Mom said as she entered the room behind me. “Thank you honey!”

“No problem mom I…” I stopped as when I turned around I found myself speechless at mom’s appearance.

Normally when mom went to work, she either wore knee length skirts or slacks with a professional looking blouse or jacket and a pair of her boring every day shoes. Today however, mom was wearing a red mini skirt that barely went halfway down her thighs and showed off her extremely long well shaped legs. Mom’s top consisted of a tight fitting low cut black t-shirt that hugged and flattered her smallish tits. My gaze instantly dropped down to her legs and saw that she was wearing black stockings and the ensemble was completed by a pair of black high heels that had straps that buckled behind her ankles.

“Billy? You okay?” Mom asked, causing me to realize I had been standing there staring at her.

“Yeah… sure I just…” I hesitated then blurted out. “Did you go to the office like that today?”

“Hell no!” Mom said laughing. “I have a couple of personal days left over that I have to use and the lounge needed some help in the daytime this week so I got paid from the office and worked there today.” She shook her head and smiled.

“Maybe I should though, that’s how all those dippy secretaries keep their jobs. Then again,” she shrugged. “They can get away with it. I’m a little old for that.”

“I don’t know mom you do pretty good in tips at the lounge.” I told her. “You look as good as any of those young girls.”

“Aww aren’t you nice.” Mom said and leaning over kissed me on the cheek.

Mom then sat on the edge of the bed next to where I was standing, and with a sigh, kicked her shoes off.

“Damn those things kill my feet.” She said, as raising her legs, she pointed her toes downward and wiggled them.

I caught myself staring as mom did this; marveling at how long her legs really were. I hadn’t been exaggerating when I had told her she looked as good as the waitresses my age. Mom had just turned forty one but was still one hell of a good looking woman. Mom was tall, about 5’7″ and was a little on the thinner side which made her legs seem even longer. As for her features Mom was the girl next store type, with long curly brown hair, big expressive brown eyes and a set of very full lips that she could push into an adorable pout that she used to use to full effect on my father.

I looked over to the side to stop from staring, and saw our reflection in the mirror. I myself looked nothing like mom, inheriting my father’s dirty blond hair and blue eyes. I was a little shorter than dad’s six feet, standing about five ten, and like mom I was a bit on the thinner side, but worked out a couple of times a week and preferred the word lean to thin. All in all I was a decent looking guy who had never really had a hard time finding a date.

“So any plans tonight Billy?” Mom asked, snapping me out of my trance.

“I don’t think…” I paused and remembered Jeff yelling to me as I left school. Shit! I did have to go out for awhile. “No wait a minute, I have my eight ball league tonight. Jeff’s picking me up in an hour.”

As I spoke mom was looking at me smiling and I became painfully aware of the fact, that moments ago, I had just jerked off a foot from where she was sitting.

“What about you?” I asked hoping she would say yes, and it was soon, so I would get a chance to get under her bed before I left, but she shrugged;

“I might go get a pedicure, but not for a couple of hours.”

“Oh, okay well did you want to shower before I do?” Please?

“Not yet,” Mom said as started to take her earrings off. “I might just watch a little tv and … Oh shit!”

“What’s the matter?”

“I dropped the damn back to my earring!”

As she spoke mom looked down and added;

“I think it went under the bed.”

Mom started to slide off the bed to get down on the floor and look for it. I immediately dropped to my knees so quickly, that our heads almost banged together, and exclaimed;

“No let me!”

“It’s okay Billy, I can…”

“No you’re already sore from working mom, you don’t have to get down on the floor.” I told her as I crouched down and looked under the bed for the earring back.

“Billy you are too good to me you know that?”

I didn’t answer, as when she spoke mom turned slightly, and as I crouched there with my cheek against the rug, peering under the bed, I found that my face was inches from her foot. The black stockings were just sheer enough that I could see her deep red toenail polish and I felt the insane desire to kiss the tips of her toes. I shifted my gaze to under the bed, and swallowed hard, as I saw the cum soaked stocking under the bed not two feet away from me. There was nothing I could do about it now, but I did however, see the back to mom’s earring.

“I got it.” I said as I flattened out on the floor to try to reach it. This put my face even closer to mom’s foot.

“Oh let me move.” Mom said.

With that, mom swung her leg up off the floor and onto the bed. As she did I got a look straight up her skirt and saw that the stockings were thigh highs. Mom was wearing a black thong which seemed to be riding up a bit, and I swear I could see the lips of her…

I turned my head so fast that I winced as the carpet scraped the side of my face. Pulling my head out from under the bed I sat up onto my knees.

“Here you go mom.” I said handing her the small silver ball.

“Thank you hon.” Mom said, taking it from my hand, and leaning backwards to drop it and the earrings onto the small nightstand next to her bed.

As Mom stretched back, her shirt became un-tucked and rode up, leaving me staring at her surprisingly flat stomach. I turned my head to avoid the temptation of fondling it and found myself staring at the foot she had placed on the bed. I let my eyes wander slowly up her leg and when my gaze reached the edge of her skirt made myself stand up. Mom was sitting back up and with a sigh leaned forward, and grabbing the top of her foot, kneaded the bottom of it with her red tipped fingers. Mom sighed again and said;