Unspoken Pleasure

Her foot remained near my imminent white stuff although not moving, as the waiter brought our starter salads. My hand rubbed gently along the top of my Mom’s foot, the tactile sensations of the silk nylon the greatest feeling in the world.

As we ate our salads Mom asked, “Ever had a foot job, baby?”

“No,” I answered after a brief memory search revealed I never had. Pam, my ex, had once rubbed her stocking feet all over my body in a sensual foot massage of sorts, but her feet had only rubbed my cock briefly before moving on.

“Well, then obviously you’ve never had a stocking-clad foot job,” my Mom deduced.

“Obviously,” I agreed, “are you offering?”

As her foot tapped on my cock, she shrugged with a devilish smile, “Well, we already have a Trifecta to complete tonight, but maybe we can fit that in too. Seeing your cock squirt its cum all over my stockings would be pretty hot, don’t you think?”

“Shit Mom, we won’t be able to see anything it squirts if you keep this up much longer,” I warned, thinking I might come like I had back when I started my self-explorations when I was younger, just by touch.

She smiled, “Don’t you dare waste that precious cum.”

The waiter returned with our meals and taking my point Mom thankfully relented, moving her foot away. We ate our dinners and discussed non-sexual things like school, Mom’s job, and plans for a summer trip to visit her mother, whom I’d always liked. If anyone was listening there would be no hint of our sexual relationship, the taboo sin we were planning to repeat very soon.

Once dinner was done my beautiful Mother suggested, “I say we skip dessert here and find a place where I can get some directly from the source.”

“Cheque,” I quipped, knowing my hard cock, which had never shrunk throughout dinner, wasn’t going to make it much longer before it begged to whip some cream.

We paid the bill and once we were outside, nighttime just beginning to set in, Mom asked, “Elma and I did the showing together so I had her drop me off here. Where did you park?”

“In the underground parking.”

“Perfect!” she smiled, grabbing my hand, our fingers entwined as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, not mother and son. “Lead the way, baby!” Just the way she said ‘baby’ with such syrupy sexiness had my cock twitching.

As we walked down a lower flight of secluded concrete stairs, Mom suddenly tugged backwards on my hand. I stopped and looked at her. She pushed me against the wall, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, squatted down and devoured me whole.

I couldn’t believe she would take such a risk as to blow me in a stairwell, but we’d hear a loud door echoing around if it opened and be able to cover up in time.

Her warm mouth, her nasty teasing of the past hour and a half and the chancy setting all had me on the brink in record time. My balls were boiling when sure enough, a door above us did open! I told Mom, “Someone’s coming.”

She paused only long enough to say, “Then you’d better come real soon,” and devoured my cock again, unconcerned we were about to get caught.

I closed my eyes, trying to set aside my nervousness about being caught, concentrating on the feel of my cock bumping against Mom’s throat even as above me I heard steps approaching, and surrendered to my approaching orgasm, to the sensations Mom’s lips, tongue and wet warm mouth were giving me. So close! Within seconds I was shooting a load of my sweet cum down my Mom’s throat even as the steps got incredibly close!

They were almost upon us when with a playful giggle Mom stood up and shoved her tongue in my mouth, deliberately feeding me the last remnants of my cum. My cock was still outside my trousers, still erect, but hidden by Mom’s body so we looked scandalous but not illegal mere seconds before a middle-aged couple dressed for the opera or some other fancy shindig appeared around a corner of the stairwell and ascended past us. The woman’s expression clearly displayed her distaste for such inappropriate displays of affection, while the man saw with a regretful look, a time long past for him.

As soon as they’d gone, Mom dropped back down to the floor and cleaned my cock, hoovering up any last-minute escapee droplets.

Five minutes later we were in my car when she asked, “Can we stop at the Love Boutique? I’ll need some lube if you’re going to drill my ass tonight.”

I gasped at my Mom’s shockingly blunt language, but of course pulled up at the store a couple of minutes later. I planned to stay in the car but Mom asked, “Don’t you want to come in with me? Maybe pick out a costume for your mother to wear before you sodomize her?”

Such nasty talk had my cock revving to go again and my imagination spinning in overdrive. I unfastened my seat belt and followed Mom in, leading with my cock.

As we entered the store I realized I’d never been in a sex shop. I’d considered it a few times, but never had the guts to break through my psychological barrier. Yet here I was, creeping in with my mother (who was sauntering), shopping for some lube to fuck her ass. I really had the best life in the world!

Once we were in the store I was like a kid on Christmas morning, surrounded by so many toys and things I didn’t even know where to start. Mom went to the toy section and I followed. She grabbed some lube and tossed it to me (to carry around where anyone could see what it was), before leading me over to look at toys. I couldn’t believe the variety. I was looking at a double-ended dildo size XXL in confused awe not daring to touch it when Mom, holding a strap-on, said, “That does look interesting. Would you like to watch Miranda and me scissor fuck ourselves with that?”

“I have no idea what that means, but yes.”

“And which strap-on should I buy, the seven-inch or the eight, for the next time your girlfriend and I play?” Mom asked, holding up two dildo cocks.

I pointed, “Well, Miranda likes them big.”

“Good call,” my Mom concurred, returning both and grabbing a huge ten-inch cock. “This will have her whimpering like the slut she is.”

“Mom, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.”

“That she is; but must I remind you she was my personal plaything first? I haven’t relinquished her, you know,” Mom smiled, bonking me on the head with the big cock.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Fair enough,” I agreed, already imagining my Mom and my girlfriend in a variety of dirty positions.

“Now let’s go check out some costumes,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to a corner with colourful outfits hanging all over the walls.

“Wow!” I said, overwhelmed by the many kinky fantasies I could envision role playing with my mother. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Well, real role play is about creating situations and becoming the costume,” my sexy mother pointed out.

“Ok,” I said, unsure what she meant.

“So, let’s see,” she paused, pursuing the many different options. “Ah-ha,” she said, reaching up on the wall and grabbing a Catwoman costume. “Find a Batman costume, stud.”