Even though he was over 10 years her senior, when she called herself mommy, his head began to swim. He went in his mind to a place he'd only ever gone to when he was alone. He felt her toes wiggling in his mouth and he pulled out her foot and continued her foot massage. He pulled some aloe vera from the bedside table and began working it into her feet.
"You are very good at this," she said. She felt his strong hands rubbing aloe into her already soft and pedicured feet. "I've had foot rubs, but I never got "aroused" sexually from them, it never occurred to me."
"I know," he agreed. "I know people have foot fetishes, but this is different than what I've seen depicted in porn. Most foot fetishes involve the woman using her feet on the man's cock, I like it for the pleasure it gives my partner. I don't have a thing for getting my cock rubbed. I think I like it so much because I "discovered" this little trick on my own. I didn't see it in porn, or magazines, or read about it on Literotica, I stumbled upon it on my own."
He repositioned himself on the bed, sitting up against the headboard for support, and he motioned her to lay in front of him, on her back, with her feet in his lap and her head at the base of the bed, so their bodies were in line. He wanted to get her body in position so he could give her a massage. Right now, he remained lazily but purposefully rubbing her feet, toes, and ankles.
"I have given women foot rubs my whole life. I used to give my mom and sister foot rubs."
"Really," she was surprised. "Did it arouse you?"
"No, I was just a kid. When I got my first girlfriend in high school, I rubbed her feet before I even kissed her," he said. He laughed.
"What?" she wanted to know.
"Just that, her name was Janet, I was so nervous but wanted to make out with her so badly. I must have been 15 or 16, she was my first real girlfriend. All my friends had had sex, I hadn't even made out with a girl. We were in her bedroom and I told her I'm good at giving foot rubs. She took off her socks and put her feet in my lap. About a half-hour later we were making out. I still had no idea the power of a good foot job."
"No shit," she laughed. "Look, if she took off her socks and put them in your lap, I'm pretty sure you could have been making out with her even if you hadn't given her a foot rub."
"Are you enjoying your foot rub?" he asked.
She smiled, sighed, and closed her eyes. "Yes honey," she said lovingly. "Rub mommy's feet."
"I'm good at giving massages," he said. "Can I give you a massage, mommy?" He whispered it. He heard himself call her mommy. He looked at her face for signs of repulsion or objection. She was smiling softly, eyes closed, her chest breathing slow, but long up and down breaths.
"Of course sweety," she sounded like a mother talking to her child who'd just asked her for a kiss goodnight.
"I think you'll enjoy it more if you take off your dress mommy. I wouldn't want to ruin it. You look so good in it."
She sat up and pulled her whispy dress up over her shoulders and off. She sat upright with her breasts exposed and he watched as she began rubbing them for him. She used her palms and pushed them up against her, then tweaked her nipples in between her fingertips until they were fully erect. She was watching him, watching her.
"This is between us, right sweety," she said. She felt herself crossing some line she'd never let herself even consider let alone role play. She would never, ever, under no uncertain terms, even think of mother/son role play. She somehow slipped into it. She decided it was purely fantasy and she let herself experience it. She pushed herself to consider what sort of mom would engage in this kind of tomfoolery with her actual son. A mom who would do it in secret. She imagined a mom who would do this, would not want anyone to find out. She would expect and ensure total loyalty and utter discretion from her son. She would need to ensure he would never tell his father, her husband, nor any of his friends, or the internet. She would need to know 100 percent that this little secret would never get out.
"Never, I will never tell anyone mom," he promised. "And that includes this fantasy, I would never betray your trust in that way."
"Lay down on your stomach," he said.
She felt the aloe vera draw random patterns on her shoulders, back, ass, thighs and calves. She felt his hands firmly grasp around her ankles and then she felt him slowly travel up the backs of her calves pushing the gathering oil into a small, slowly moving wave up to the backs of her knees and thighs, stopping at the bottom of her ass.
He gathered the small pools of oil and slid his oily, firm hands back down her legs to her ankles and then back up again.
"This is just between us mommy," he said. "No one will ever know. Any time you want me to give you a massage, all we have to do is make sure no one is going to be home and I'll help you feel good."