Although we couldn't deny what happened that night in the hotel room, we also could not talk about it so freely. Obviously we had gotten caught up in the moment, and our instinct took over. We didn't talk about it the rest of the trip, and we didn't talk about it on the flight home. It wasn't until we got back to her house that it came up again. I was the one who had to bring it up. We sat outside on the porch and talked.
"Mom, I know it's been a few days, but about what happened in the hotel room—
"What about it?" she interrupted.
"I just want to say I enjoyed it, and thank you."
I felt so cheesy.
"I enjoyed it too," she said.
"Good to know."
"I felt so alive, so wanted, a guy, younger guy found me sexy again, and I had to let you know how much I appreciated it."
"Well I did appreciate it," I said, chuckling.
"Yeah I saw that," She said looking down at my crotch. "something else appreciated it too."
"Well, what can I say, the power of persuasion."
I was getting hard again thinking about it.
"What, my feet have that much power?" she asked.
"I think you know the answer to that question."
At that point it started to rain. She told us to go inside, leaving the luggage in the car. I sat on the couch while she sat in the chair next to me, reminiscent of the hotel room.
"Do you want to stay over sweetie," she asked me.
I knew I wanted to, but I couldn't read through the fine print. Was this an invitation at another encounter with her feet? Or just a friendly thank you and a way to stay out of the rain.
"Sure mom." "Good."
We sat in the front room and watched television, in silence. This was awkward. I didn't know if she wanted me to make a move or what. I was very confused. I had to break the silence.
"Mom."
"Yes?"
"You said, in the hotel. No man loved you the way you wanted to be loved besides dad. What did you mean?"
"What I said. No one knew how to get me going the right way since him. Until you that is."
"Your feet?"
"Yes. My number one zone is my toes. When you put them in your mouth it brought me back to some fond memories of sweet loving. I didn't care who you were but you made me feel like such a woman when you sucked on them."
I was getting hard. I didn't even notice I was rubbing my dick through my pants when she was saying this.
"Mom, what if...we did all that again...how would you feel?"
"We can't plan that son, it just has to happen. Like last time."
She laughed and I turned beat red. I made an ass of myself.
"Just relax," she said, "and watch some television."
She stretched out in a pair of wind breaker pants and a little low cut tee Her feet were bare and up on the ottoman, her soles pointing to me as if to say "haha you can't have me." I don't know why, but I felt like I was starting from square one again.
"Do you want to paint them?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"My toes. They're a little chippy. Would you mind?"
