TABOO TALES(erotica)

“I remember your dad used to rub my feet all the time. I’d give anything for a good foot massage.”

I stared at mom and had to make a conscious effort to keep my mouth from hanging open. I wanted nothing more than to offer my services, but held back knowing damn well I wouldn’t be able to hold back. Not that I would ever make a move, but no way in hell would I be able to have my mother’s feet in my hands and not get hard and that would be all I would need to happen. The opportunity quickly vanished however, as Mom swung her foot back down on the floor and said;

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“You know mom,” I said. “Maybe you should try going out and meeting someone. I mean you’re an attractive woman and I’m sure a lot of guys would want to,” I shrugged. “Be good to you.”

Mom smirked at me, and raising her eyebrow asked;

“Billy, are you telling your mother to go out and get some?”

“I…” I stopped as I could feel myself begin to blush furiously. “Well no… I mean well you should have some fun that’s all.” Mom laughed at my embarrassment, then turning serious said;”You know Billy just because I haven’t brought anyone here doesn’t mean I haven’t,” She winked at me. “Tried to have some fun but it’s just,” She shrugged and sighed. “I just can’t getcomfortable Billy, not yet.”

“It’s been two years mom. It’s okay.” I told her and I meant it. My mother was a sexy woman with a lot of good years ahead of her and should have someone taking care of her the way she deserved.

“Yeah well like I said Billy I get close but can’t pull the trigger.” She looked at me and said; “But that’s enough of that. Now what about you? Any new prospects?”

“Nah, I’m not really looking.”

“You don’t have to.” Mom said smiling again. “Good looking guy like you.”

“Thanks but you have to say that you’re my mother.” I said although I had to admit her complimenting me gave me a bit of a thrill.

“I don’t have to say anything Billy.” Mom told me, and then added; “And I’m also a woman who knows what a good looking man looks like and you are definitely something my boy.”

I felt myself blush again and said softly.

“Thanks mom.” I then winked at her. “Runs in the family.”

“And smooth as well.” Mom said laughing then looking at the clock said. “Billy you better get moving if Jeff is coming at six.”

Shit I thought, seeing it was almost five thirty. I glanced once more at the bed wishing the hell mom would leave the room and I could find a way to get the stocking. It wasn’t that I was worried she would look under the bed but if she went in the drawer and only saw one stocking she would look for the other.

“Why don’t you go lie on the couch mom?” I asked. “I’ll get you a glass of wine before I hop in the shower.”

Mom shook her head.

“I think I might just relax in here for a bit hon.” She then stood up, and reaching out gently ran her hand down my cheek. “Tell you what Billy, I remember your dad used to spoil me like you do. It’s a shame that the only man in my life who knows how to take care of me is my son.”

Mom leaned up and kissed me on the cheek again and told me.

“Get moving Billy if you’re not ready then Jeff will come in here and I’m tired of him looking at my legs. Kid’s got some wandering eyes.”

I nodded and turning away from her walked away stunned at that last comment. Not the one about Jeff, I was well aware that he checked out mom. Hell he had been doing it since we were kids, but the comment about me knowing how to treat her. Had she meant something by that? I went upstairs, and as I grabbed my clothes and hopped in the shower, my mind began to race. Mom was always very affectionate with me, very touchy, her hands always on my face or shoulder, always giving me those little winks that sometimes seemed as if there was a little more behind them. No, I told myself there was nothing; just a case of twisted wishful thinking on my part. Shit for the last six months I’d been watching Mother son sex videos, and reading incest stories. That shit didn’t happen for real and there was a reason for it; it was wrong.

As I showered, my mind spun back to the stocking and I found myself rushing through the shower, hoping to hell mom hadn’t decided to go into her drawer for anything, she had said she might go back out. I quickly dried off, dressed in jeans and a plain black t-shirt, and grabbing my pool stick, went downstairs. Mom had changed into the long white robe she wore around the house and was on the couch sipping a glass of wine. As I approached she looked up at me and I felt a twinge in my stomach as she seemed to have an odd look on her face.

“Umm I’m going to go wait for Jeff outside.” I said beginning to walk past her. “I’ll be home around ten.”

“Billy come here a minute.” Mom said.

I turned and slowly walked over to stand in front of the coffee table opposite of where mom was sitting on the couch.

“Anything wrong mom?” I asked nervously.

“Yeah I think there might be.” Mom said as she took a sip of the wine.

“Well uh what…”

“I think I have something wrong with my foot.” Mom said. “Will you take a look for me?”

“Well I… I guess.” I said.

I should have felt relieved but mom still had a weird look on her face as if she knew something I didn’t. No, I thought I was just being paranoid. Mom didn’t know what I was doing in her room, and tomorrow, when she left for work I would throw the stockings in the wash. My mind suddenly went blank as mom said;

“Here,” and lifted her leg straight up, putting her foot almost right into my chest.

I reached out, and cupping mom’s heel in my hands, lifted her foot a little higher towards my face.

“Here hold on.” Mom said.

With that, she slid herself further down into the couch which raised her leg higher. It also caused her robe to slide up and as I stared past her toes I realized I could see up her robe to the inside of her upper thigh. As good as that thigh looked however I quickly returned my attention to the incredibly soft, sexy foot that was inches from my face.

“Do you see anything?” Mom asked.

“Uh… no.” I said softly as I stared at the smooth flesh of the sole of her foot.

“It hurts right under my toes.”

For emphasis mom wiggled her toes in front of me, and I felt my heart begin to beat faster. I leaned a little closer appearing to take a better look, and as I did, I couldn’t help but think that I was so close that I could probably flick my tongue out and lick her big toe with it.

“I still don’t see anything.” I said quietly, not trusting my voice.

“Well would you be a dear and just rub that spot under my big toe?”

Swallowing hard, I reached up and placing my thumb directly under her big toe, began to push in and rub it in small slow circles.

“Oh that feels nice.” Mom cooed softly closing her eyes.

Damn straight it did I thought as I marveled at how soft her foot was. As my thumb continued its rubbing I slowly closed my fingers around the top of her foot and had to stifle a moan as my finger tips brushed the top of her foot. It seemed as if the room was getting hotter and I could feel my hands trembling slightly around mom’s foot.

“You know I just remembered how strong your father’s hands were. Yours are just like them.”

Hearing my father mentioned cooled me off a bit, but as I looked up, mom still had her eyes closed. Mom didn’t talk about dad much and when she did it was usually with a sentence or two that always started with “I just remembered or I remember when.”

“Hmmm” Mom sighed, causing me to quickly forget about my father and focus back on the fact I had my mother’s perfect foot in my hand.

“Billy, are you alright?” Mom asked suddenly.

“Uh Yeah why?”

“Because you look nervous, everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, just uh… a little warm.”

“I guess it is warm,” Mom agreed. “But I thought it was the wine.” She let out a giggle and said. “It’s the only way I get nice and warm these days.”

Before I could find a response to that. I heard a horn beep, and reluctantly lowering her foot to the table, said;

“I gotta get going.”

“Awww. ” Mom said and to my delight pushed her lips out into a pout. “But that felt soooo nice.”

Fuck pool! I thought I would go tell Jeff I was sick and… and then what? I looked back at mom and saw she was chugging the rest of the wine in the glass. I shook my head; she was getting a buzz. I began to feel warm myself at the thought of mom rolling around on the couch drunk and horny and…

“Sorry mom.” I said quickly then, unable to help myself, said. “Maybe I can rub your feet another time.”

“Ohhh careful with that Billy,” Mom said smiling. “I was just remembering how much I enjoy a good foot rub.” She sighed. “Well run along and have fun. I’ll just stay here and…” she giggled again and with a wink said. “Have fun.”

It was a long night at the pool league. Every game seemed to take forever and every match went the maximum amount of games. I didn’t play badly and even won my match. This was pretty impressive considering that the girlfriend of the guy I was playing against had kicked off her sandals and kept playfully kicking her bare feet back and forth while she sat on the stool watching us. This proved to be quite a distraction, as of course I kept staring at them. Unlike earlier today when I was staring at Miranda’s feet and actually thinking of her, this girls feet kept turning into my mother’s. Jeff had a fake ID and the place we were playing in was pretty lax, so I had a couple of beers which took the edge off a bit. By the time Jeff dropped me off at a little past ten, I was pretty tired and looking forward to going right to bed.

I let myself in quietly, figuring that mom was usually in bed by nine thirty and I didn’t want to wake her. Putting my pool stick down in the corner of the hallway I entered the living room where I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight before me. The light was out but the room was lit by several candles that were on the coffee and end tables. Mom herself was lying stretched out on the couch and must have gone out because she had changed and what she was wearing had me staring.

Mom was wearing a short red sundress that hugged her hips and had she been standing may have gone about halfway down to her knees. Lying the way she was however the dress was about two thirds of the way up her thighs. As my eyes wandered down her long shapely legs I saw that she had her feet up on a pillow and as I stared I could see a silver ankle bracelet gleaming in the candle light. Forcing myself to move before I got caught gawking, I came into the living room and as I approached the couch I saw a bottle of red wine on the table and with a start realized it was just about empty.