I remained slumped in my chair, my shirt sticking to me like a second skin. My shriveling cock still hung out of my shorts, the air cooling the dripping saliva running down it.
"So that just happened," I sighed.
"Yes it did. I think it's best if we just keep it between us," she winked at me.
I sighed. I looked back at her. Mom's face was red, her hair was slightly askew but otherwise, she looked made-up and innocent. I stared at her chest. Her tanned, sun-spot speckled chest heaving with each breath. I remembered her long, hard nipples from when I'd seen her naked. I started getting hard again.
"Mom, has Dad left for work yet?"
"You just missed him, Sweetie. Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's just..." my voice trailed off.
"Yes, Pumpkin?"
Now I was the one with a devilish smile.
"I just really want to take you to your bed and fuck your brains out."
"Sweetheart, we can't do that. I mean, a little oral quickie is one thing. I'm married to your father, my pussy is his to fuck and his alone. We made a promise to each other."
I thought for a moment.
"What if...I didn't use your pussy?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"What if I put it in your rear?"
She gasped excitedly.
"Oh, I don't know about that..."
"C'mon, you know you want to feel my hard cock inside of you. I know you're aching for it. If your pussy is off-limits, why not a little bit of butt-play? I mean, have you never done it or something?"
"Sweetie," she said almost shyly.
"I have done it before. Twice in college and once after. The first time was awful and I almost swore never to try it again. The second time I used plenty of lube and it didn't hurt but it wasn't good either. The last time I did it, I had a really intense orgasm. That all happened before I even met your father, a long time before you were born."
"Well, we can go slow. I don't have to pound you like a cheap hooker. It can be gentle, sweet. What do you say?"
She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.
"You're just not going to give up on this, are you?"
"I can be very persistent."
She blushed, shaking her head to herself.
"Okay. I can't believe I'm going to have anal sex with my son! Okay, let's do this."
I got up, and quickly closed the distance between Mom and I. I pulled her chair out, placed a hand under her butt and another under her legs. I lifted her effortlessly off of the chair and carried her up the stairs to the master bedroom. We kissed with tongue as we made our ascent to my parent's bedroom.
I gently guided Mom to the mattress as she reclined, stretching her limbs as she made herself comfortable. The right strap of her nightie had slipped over her shoulder. I admired her exposed, soft shoulder blade and the growing arc to her plentiful breast. I caught a glimpse of her smooth underarm.
"Do you bleach your armpits?"
I asked as I took off my shorts and shirt.
"Good heavens, no. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know, your skin just looks a lot paler there."
I saw Mom fold her arms self-consciously.
"Don't worry. It's not bad. I can't explain it. The contrast of tan and pale is kind of a turn on."
"Oh, okay." she put her hand behind her head.
I jumped on the bed, grabbed one of Mom's feet, rubbing it and massaging it firmly with both hands.
"Oh baby, that feels good," Mom cooed.
"You know, for some people, the feet are an erogenous zone. Tell me, do you feel anything when I touch you like this?"
Mom sighed as I squeezed and dug my thumbs in circular patterns down her arch. I also massaged her calf and rubbed without tickling the back of her knee.
"Ok, you're seriously making me wet."
"People often think that a foot massage is an innocent deed. 'I give my mother a foot massage', people say. Ha, I'm giving my mother a foot massage right now."
Mom giggled, but her breathing was getting more labored and I heard a moan escape her lips.
"They think erroneously that a foot massage is only marginally more intimate than a handshake. They couldn't be any more wrong. See- when a man places his hands on a woman's feet in a familiar way, a sort of simulation is taking place. See, I can caress and rub your feet, your legs, tenderizing the muscles, soothing the flesh. It's all an imitation- a surrogacy for cunnilingus. The way I press and rub here, and here, why I could- in theory- do the very same to your vagina. I could press into you and feel you this way, and it's that implicit connection to the yoni that women derive such immense relaxation and release from a good foot massage."
"I can't believe...how fucking close I am."
Without another word, I stuck my tongue between two of her toes. They curled at the touch, and my mother cried out as waves of pleasure moved over her.
We each sat up again, and Mother motioned for me to come to her with her finger.
I crept up to her lap as she pulled the other strap of her gown down, exposing her heaving, 32G breasts. She pulled the gown off of her, and extended her legs over my shoulders.
