It was roughly 1976 in Augusta, Georgia, two or three days before Christmas to be exact. I was eighteen years old. My mom and I had been on our own ever since my father had died in a truck accident two years earlier. Mom had a rough time of it, as would be expected, the first year after he passed.
She was 36 years old and was a loan officer at Augusta National Finance. She was, in my opinion, a very attractive woman at 5'3", 105 pounds with long brown hair that she teased into a feathered look, and, I'm almost embarrassed to say, the best looking pair of legs around. We had gotten into a morning ritual fashion show where she would try on several dress and shoe combinations until I would voice my approval, just a son helping his mother in a less than self-confidant time. She always took pride in making herself the best dressed woman at her office.
About a block down the road was my old babysitter, and mom's best friend. A beautiful redheaded lady named Kelly. Kelly was in her early thirties and had become very close to mom after dad passed away. She was also instrumental in waking up my mother's natural female desires, as Kelly would take her out to parties or dancing on occasion. Kelly was taller than mom, and just a little heavier, but still a knockout by any standard. She was very important in rebuilding my mom's self confidence in the dating scene.
On occasion, mom would come home from work shortly after I'd gotten home from school. One day she came home and seemed very tired. After kicking off her heels and reclining in the den chair, mom asked for her very first foot rub from her son. As I rubbed her tired feet through her black nylons that day, she told me how my dad would do this for her. I was happy that I could do something that made her happy as he did, and gave her a foot rub almost everyday when she came home.
As I sat in front of the TV in the den, I heard mom's car pull into the driveway. I peeked through the curtains to see her and Kelly wave at me as they unloaded bags from the car. Mom was wearing the black skirt and red blouse I had picked out for her that morning, and a pair of black high heeled sling backs. Kelly was wearing a pink sweater, black slacks and a pair of white winter boots. I always called them ski boots. I thought to myself with some regret that there would be no foot rub today as Kelly tended to stay late when she would come over. I heard mom call out, "Hi honey, we're home!", and then Kelly giggling. They put their bags on the kitchen table and joined me in the den. "Thought we'd do a little shopping on the way home, so we stopped at the mall. My God, there were so many people I thought I'd scream." Mom said.
"You did scream, Monica, when that old man stepped on your foot." Kelly added.
Mom plopped into the recliner as Kelly sat on the couch next to me, and took her right shoe off and began rubbing it in her lap. "Oh, I know. It hurt like you-know-what! But, he said he was sorry." And then it all changed. Mom took her other shoe off and propped her legs up so her stockinged soles were staring me right in the face. "Honey," she said staring at me between her feet, "Would you mind rubbing my feet for me? Especially the right one where that man stepped on it?" I glanced at Kelly to see how she might react to this request as I was somewhat uncomfortable at someone knowing I rubbed my mother's feet. She only raised her eyebrows quizzically at me while wearing an innocent smile on her face.
I sat at mom's feet and tenderly took her right foot into my hands and began kneading her soles through her nude-toned hose. Mom's feet were always so soft it still amazed me. Her toenails were always immaculately polished, and I knew she used a pumice stone to get rid of calluses. Mom laid her head back on the chair and moaned in her throat. I pressed my thumb into her arch while squeezing her heel, and began circling my thumb into her sole. I glanced at Kelly again afraid we'd be getting a strange look, but she was still only watching with a seemingly content smile on her face.
Then I returned my attention to my mother's feet. I began pulling on her toes now, not too rough, just enough to stretch them out after being cramped inside her shoes. I sensed movement to my right, and saw Kelly taking off her ski boots, revealing pink wooly socks, which, using the toes of the opposite foot, she peeled off her feet. I continued staring at Kelly's feet as I rubbed my mom's. Kelly began rubbing her bare feet together and I realized I was still staring. When I looked into Kelly's eyes, I knew things were going to get interesting. "Hey, Monica?" Kelly said. "Would you be terribly upset if I asked your son to perform some of that magic on me?"
Mom looked, up almost startled, as if she had been dozing. "Oh, uuhh, no I don't mind. Do you mind dear?" She asked almost nervously, as if she felt the same way I did earlier.
