"Here, you can flip around and see if anything is on."
Josh took one of her feet in hand and started squeezing. He'd never given a foot massage before and wasn't sure how to proceed. He laughed nervously and caught Allie's eye. She gave the same nervous laugh. They both took big sips of wine. Allie flipped methodically through the channels, sometimes pausing on a show for a moment but never settling.
Then Josh gripped her foot more tightly and worked one of his hands up and down her arch. She moaned a little -- just a little one -- but Josh heard it and redoubled his efforts. Soon he was rubbing his thumbs in little circles, running his fingers up and down each toe. Allie moaned again.
"Oh, Josh, that feels wonderful."
He switched to the other foot and started the whole process again. Long hard strokes, followed by little up and down motions on her toes, almost like he stroked his own cock. He felt himself getting hard beneath her feet and hoped she didn't notice. With their weight on his lap there was no graceful way to reposition his cock. She continued with her little moans and gasps, still flipping through the channels through half-closed eyelids.
He wasn't sure whether it was the massage or the wine, but she looked sleepy and her body seemed to be getting subsumed into the couch. Each time he switched feet, her legs became a little more pliable. The robe eventually opened and her boxer shorts, short already, started riding up her legs. Josh couldn't help but look. His eyes darted from her feet, to her legs, to the TV, then back to her legs. TV, legs, TV, legs. But each time it was for longer stretches on her legs, or specifically the area between her legs.
The fabric over her mound was pulling tight. She seemed to be wiggling her hips ever so slightly and the fabric pulled tighter. Eventually Josh could see a tiny line of demarcation running up and down that must have been the split in her pussy lips.
For her part, Allie seemed fixated on the TV, not looking away for a second. She continued her methodical flipping through the channels, all the while rocking her hips back and forth in almost imperceptible circles. Her breath was shallow.
How many minutes had they been like this, he wondered. Time wasn't making any sense. There was only the metronome of the channels changing, flickering bluish light on and off. He felt his dick swelling and knew that she must be aware of it. How could she not?
Suddenly the flickering of the channels stopped and Josh tore his eyes from his mother's pussy to the television. The image onscreen was shocking. A gorgeous blonde woman with huge tits was straddling a muscled man, writhing up and down. The whole thing was done in soft focus and the couples groins were artfully covered by each other's hands. It was softcore porn, but there was no explanation as to why their TV should be showing it. Those sorts of channels had always been blocked. Josh looked at the cable box, which displayed a number way up in the 600s and realized that it must be a free weekend trial. Talk about timing.
Both Josh and Allie froze as the blonde on the screen began slamming herself down on the man, crying out in ecstasy. Josh felt his cock throbbing, almost ready to spurt without even touching it. Allie didn't seem to be breathing. The blonde's hands reached for her tits and squeezed. She gave a final moan, then the scene faded to black and the credits ran.
Josh slowly turned his head to face his mother. Her mouth hung open in the slightest. He couldn't tell what was happening in her head. Was she disgusted? Turned on? There was no reading her.
"I'm..." she said very slowly, "going to head upstairs now." She pulled her legs up from him and closed her robe.
"I'm so sorry," he said feebly. "I don't know how that movie got there. It's not mine." It was a reactive, childish thing to say, he realized. Like saying, "I was only holding it for a friend." But Allie didn't even seem to hear him.
"It's okay, Josh. It's just this wine. It went to my head." She turned to go up. "Thanks for the foot--" then faltered and said "for the nice evening. I'll see you in the morning."
Josh sat in the couch, in shock himself. His cock was painfully swollen in his pants and he was relieved to finally have the privacy to put a hand down his waistband and adjust himself. But as soon as he felt his dick in hand, the feeling was irresistible. It was burning hot and eager to be stroked. He heard his mother's feet going up the stairs and waited for the sound of her bedroom door, but it never came. He needed -- needed -- to jerk off right now.
He listened closely for any noise from upstairs, but all was silent. Just to be certain, he muted the television, which had already moved on to another softcore porno. As silently as possible, be undid his belt buckle and unzipped, lowering his pants down to his knees, and his erect cock bounced into view. He was so horny it was actually bouncing around of its own volition.
He took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, massaging and squeezing them. The TV flickered silently and he felt a dreamlike lust wash over him. He wouldn't last long. The vision of his mother's pussy reverberated in his head, half-hidden by panties. Her moans rang in his ears as he stroked his cock more and more quickly. He squeezed hard on his balls, wanting to milk them for all he was worth. Then, without warning, he began shooting cum all over the coffee table, then the floor, and finally dribbling onto the couch. He breathed heavily, waiting for his final spasms to subside.
Shit, thought Josh, now I have to clean this up. He tucked his cock back in his pants and got up to find some napkins when he heard a squeak and a flash of light from the top of the stairway. He froze, eyeing the stairs for another sign, but heard nothing. It was pitch black towards the top, dark enough to hide someone, he thought. Could she have been watching? Even after all the flirtation this evening, he didn't think he was ready to contemplate his mother watching him masturbate. Or was he? The thought caused a little twitch in his gut.
As he cleaned up his mess on the table, he kept glancing up at the stairs, but saw nothing. Finally, he turned off all the lights and slowly, silently made his way upstairs. As he reached the top, he was surprised to find the room to Allie's door opened a crack. Normally she closed it completely.
Josh's pulse quickened and he had a hard time keeping his breathing in check as he inched towards the door. The sheer fact that he was spying was enough to have him semi-hard again. From inside, there was a low light. She had left the lights on in the master bathroom that adjoined the bedroom, but that door must have been mostly closed. From his position, Josh had a clear view of the bed. Allie lay in the middle of it, in semi-darkness, a cotton sheet pulled up over her. At first glance she appeared to be sleeping. Josh stared at her shape for a minute and was just about to leave when the bedsprings gave a muffled squeak.
The shadows on the bed were moving. Josh saw a small bump of a shape pop up from under the sheets, then back down, then up, then down. It took him a moment to realize that this must be her hand, and it was moving right where her crotch must be. Oh my god, he thought! She's masturbating.
Josh had to grab the door jam to keep from swooning. He was too terrified to move a muscle. She movement of her hand grew faster, and Josh started to hear a liquid sloshing sort of sound. Suddenly, Allie drew her knees up, which altered the drape of the sheet so he could no longer see her hand bounce up and down. He was disappointed, but then the sounds became louder and more frantic. She was really getting into it, he thought. Was she thinking about him and what had transpired on the couch? His cock sharpened like a diamond, but he dared not pull it out.
The silhouette under the sheet changed again, a second hand seemed to join her crotch, and the sheet began bouncing back and forth again. A pitiful whimper escaped her lips. Holy shit, he realized. She must be fucking herself with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. All because of me?
If she'd been trying to keep quiet before, she clearly didn't care anymore. Her whimpers became moans and little yelps. Her hands flew back and forth under the sheets, making great sloshing sounds that could only indicate a soaked pussy.
Josh couldn't take it anymore and slipped a hand down his pants to grip his hard cock. Rather than risk taking it out, his slid his fingers up and down its length, desperate to cum but not wanting to finish before she did.
The sounds of Allie smacking her fingers into her pussy echoed through the bedroom and hallway. Her whimpers grew louder with each passing second, and Josh was almost sure that something this loud could probably be heard out on the sidewalk. Allie squirmed in bed and Josh prayed that the sheets might come free to expose her naked body, but she held them tight. In fact, she pulled them closer to her so they wrapped tightly around her body. From his position, Josh had a hard time seeing much, but as the sheets constricted they revealed the underlying shape of her huge breasts, which wobbled back and forth as the bed shook.
He continued to stroke his cock, which was leaking cum and coating his cock head and fingers. Allie's pitch increased more and more until she was half-shouting "oh god" over and over again like some a porn star. Then she buckled violently and kick her legs out flat, shaking and twitching all over. The falling sheets cast a breeze towards the door, carrying with the heavy aroma of pussy. Josh breathed it in deep then felt himself cumming in his pants.
Realizing this was his chance, while she was coming down, he turned and moved quickly but silently down the hall and up the steps to his own room on the third floor. Once in his room, he stripped down and crawled into bed, contemplating what his life had become and what it might have in store. As near as tomorrow morning, he and his mother would have to face each other over breakfast. At its most innocent, they were at least aware that the other masturbated. That was uncomfortable enough. What's more, each was likely masturbating to the thought of the other. It was sick, some might say. Unnatural, most would agree. But insanely erotic? Yes, it was that too. Josh knew at least that much. Insane and erotic, perfectly intertwined.
