I didn't want to see my mom, so I went and watched tv in my room. Would my mom confront me? Would she say something to my dad? Was she possibly turned on by the whole episode? I sat there hoping that she was since it was her that I had been thinking of.
Dinnertime came soon and I made my way downstairs. Mom didn't say anything since my dad came home to join us. She looked somewhat nervous to me, as she didn't look me in the eyes the rest of the evening. A whole week went slowly by without a word from her. My father was home each night, so I was lucky that we weren't alone together. During our week of avoidance, I did notice one thing she started to do since my visit with the neighbor.
Mom would leave her work clothes on until after dinner or leave them on until she went to bed at night. The only thing she ditched when she came home were her shoes. She walked around the house exposing her cute feet covered in silky nylons or pantyhose. I prefer to see feet in nylons or hose, so this was a giant plus for me. I stole glances at her feet every chance I had.
I helped with the dishes, talked with her while she cooked and waited to eat breakfast until she was ready to go to work. I know she caught me several times, but she never said a word. My interest grew severely a week later as the three of us sat down to watch a movie. My parents were sitting on the sofa together and my mom rested her feet on the coffee table in front of her. Immediately she began to slowly rub them together.
I lovingly stared at them. Mom couldn't see me staring unless she turned her head back towards me. I picked up a pillow to cover my growing erection. I fantasized how it must've felt to have silky nylon feet rubbing against each other.
Mom then took a rest for a bit before she started to wiggle her toes over and over. I sat wishing my dad were gone, so that I could crawl on over for a closer look or lick. Half way through the movie, I got my wish as my dad got up and went to bed.
My mom then decided to lay down on the sofa and rest her feet over the corner giving me a closer, clear view. The lamp on the end table glowed, making her nude covered feet look spectacular. I watched with intent as her dangling feet moved back and forth. Was she just resting her feet or was she setting out to tease me? I was nearly sent over the edge minutes later as she started wiggling her cute little toes. I was in a trance staring at her feet until she lifted her head and looked back at me.
She didn't say anything, but I did see a slight grin on her face. I flushed with embarrassment as she went back to watching the movie. To my surprise, her feet still kept their perch on the edge of the sofa. The movie ended and she turned on the news. Halfway through the news, my mom made my day when she asked, "Would you be so kind and give my feet a massage until the news is over? I replied, "Sure" and I walked over to the sofa bringing along the pillow I was using to hide my erection.
She scooted to the end as I sat down, putting the pillow on my lap. Mom was once again lying on her stomach. She offered one leg to me as the other was bent upwards toward the ceiling.
I was in heaven as I held her foot for the first time. The soft feel of her foot in nylon was intoxicating. I started massaging her arch with my thumbs. With each time I moved up and down I increased the pressure. When I finished the arch, I brought her foot up to my mouth and blew a trail from her heel all the way up to her toes.
She twitched a bit as I blew a breeze across her toes. I then started to massage her toes. I gently massaged each one, savoring the feel of her toes in the nylon.
It took all my will power not to take those delicious toes and suck on them. I think mom was enjoying the massage but she didn't utter a thing as I worked. I finished with one foot and she offered the other to me without saying a word.
As I held the next foot, the finished one took the place of the other, bending upwards towards the ceiling. I knew I had time before the news was over, so I decided to massage her ankle before going to the foot. This caused mom to utter a moan of approval, "mmmmmm". That's it, right there. Her foot was now resting on the pillow, inches away from my straining hard-on.
There was no doubt that her resting foot could feel my bulge underneath. I finished with her ankle and I brought her foot up to my mouth. Mom responded the first time I blew on her foot, so I decided to do it again. I started at the heel and blew circles up her arch. She reacted by lightly pressing her resting foot into the pillow while purring, "mmmmmmmm". I got the desired response, so I took another breath and blew it gently back and forth over her toes.
Her toes wiggled their approval while I blew on them. I then worked her foot savoring the moment. I knew my time was up as the last story was coming on before Jay Leno. As the story wrapped up, mom took her foot away saying, "Thank you so much, that was wonderful. Another half hour would've been nice, but I've got to get to bed. I'll just have to take advantage of those talented hands another day. I sat watching Leno with a huge sense of pride knowing that I pleased her and that I'll get another chance to massage her feet sometime in the future.
Minutes later, I heard mom open the laundry shoot and drop her clothes down. I had a devilish idea. As I suspected, her nylons and panties were on top of the pile.
I picked the panties off the pile and observed a clear wet spot on them. I held them to my nose and inhaled the musky aroma. I then dropped my shorts and picked up her nylons. I wrapped a nylon around my hard cock and put the other on my free hand. I stroked my cock with one while I sucked my fingers, wishing they were my mom's toes.
In seconds, I was shooting my load into the washtub. I unwrapped the nylon from my cock and saw there was cum on it. I placed them back on the pile and shuffled through the laundry until I found another pair. I took the pair of worn pantyhose I found and stuffed them into my pocket.
I was about to go upstairs when I heard the toilet flush. Oh crap, my mom was still awake. I then heard footsteps walking around upstairs.
I waited for a minute or two and I went back upstairs with some of the dried laundry I did earlier, in case I was confronted.
The coast was clear, so I went to bed. I awoke the next morning full of joy from the night before. I instantly became hard thinking of the foot massage I had given to my mother's little feet. I pulled out the pair of pantyhose and pulled one side down on my cock all the way to where her feet were. I lifted the other side up to my nose and inhaled the mixture of shoe, feet and perfume.
In no time I was shooting my load into her pantyhose. I just finished cleaning up when there was a knock on the door. It was my mother.
You better get down here before it gets too cold. I went downstairs and there was a stack of pancakes with sausages sitting on a plate covered. My mom must've still been upstairs and my father had already gone to work.