*This story has been in my drafts for years. I recently found it. It seems that some people enjoy my stories so I finally decided to finish it. I'm not sure if there'll be more but I hope you guys enjoy.*
Finally, Mother's Day was here.
I'd been excited to treat my mom like the queen she is. For as long as I can remember, it's just been us. She could've easily remarried but she never did. Whenever I asked her about it, she would always tell me I'm all she needs.
Growing up with raging hormones, she's always been the center of my fantasies. She has the nicest heart-shaped ass. Sometimes while waiting for her to cook, I sit at the table and admire her figure from behind. I loved when she wore spandex or yoga pants, but her best feature was probably her breasts. I've snooped around her room when she wasn't home, and she wears a 36 DDD. Her and my grandma often called it a curse. Her body kinda reminded me of the porn star Holly Halston, and her face was similar to Sienna West with sparkling green eyes. Shes the cutest, sexiest MILF I've ever seen. I've always been protective of her, which was good because she never even dated, she spent all her time working, at the gym, or at home with me. I never understood why she'd deny other guys, I guess she was just so happy with our life. I didn't mind.
Anyway, so it's Mother's Day.
I set my alarm for 8am, about half an hour before she get up and made breakfast. I had planned for several nights that I would make her breakfast instead. I got up, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I always went commando around the house so I put on baggy shorts and a cut off t shirt. I don't have huge muscles or anything, but I'm cut. After I cooked breakfast, I put it on a plate on the table and grabbed my Mother's Day card and waited for her. Around 8:30, as expected, my mother came to the kitchen. She had on a green tank top and short grey shorts. She looked at the table and then at me.
"Awwww honey, you made me breakfast? And a card? Thank you!" And she gave me a tight hug. I love feeling her against me. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra so naturally I started to get hard. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and backed away. She was happy as ever. I loved seeing her happy because she had the best smile. I sat down at the table with her and ate the food I cooked myself.
"I can't believe you made me breakfast! Thank you so much. I just know today is going to be a great day."
"It's your special day mom. Today is all about you. I'm treating you like the queen you are. I'm your servant for the day."
I laughed, "Your wish is my command."
"Okay sweetie, you can start by picking up the table and washing the dishes when I'm done." She laughed and thanked me and went up stairs. I couldn't help but watch her climb each and every step.
After doing the dishes, I went to my room and fell back asleep until my mother knocked on my door.
"Come in!" I said half asleep.
I rolled over and saw her standing in the doorway. She had a tight red shirt on and my favorite spandex pants, but what I loved the most, was her with her hair up in a pony tail.
"Hey honey, I'm going for a quick workout, wanna join me?"
"Not this time mom. I'm pretty tired, I got up early so I'm gonna nap a little bit."
She frowned but walked towards me,
"Okay, let me get a kiss then."
She walked up to me to give me a kiss and I could swear the corner of her lips kissed mine, but she didn't react and turned around and left.
About an hour later I heard the front door open so I got up to use the bathroom. A few minutes later mom yelled to me from the couch
"Jimmy, come heeeeere! I need you."
She was laying on the couch, leaning up against the arm. She still had her tight red shirt on and black spandex, cut right above the ankle.
"Yeah mom?"
"You're my servant today right? My feet hurt, give me a foot massage." To hide my excitement, I gave her a questionable look, and said "I don't know mom... You're feet smell," and we both laughed.
"C'mon baby, you said I'm your queen today."
"Okay fine." And I sat down.
"Go get my lotion from the bathroom cupboard."
I knew exactly where it was but I pretended I didn't. It smelled like she did after a shower so oftentimes I would use it when I jerked off. At this point I nearly got hard just from smelling it.
I returned to the couch and lathered my hands and began massaging her right foot.
"I love how this stuff smells, don't you honey?"
I smiled and agreed.
"I just wish the bottles were bigger. I swear I run out of this lotion so fast."
Trying not to raise a suspicion, I laughed and said
"Damn that's crazy. Whatever though, it smells good."
"Oh well. Don't be afraid to put more if you need to anyway."
Her toes were nicely painted green. She had some of the nicest feet and because of that, I developed a slight foot fetish growing up. I started with the base of her foot and she giggled a little bit. So she was ticklish. This should be fun. I continued massaging her and occasionally lightly scratched it or brush it lightly. Every time, she would laugh and pull her foot back. After about five minutes of this, I began to massage just her toes. Pushing into each toe individually really got me hard. She began to coo,
"ooooh, that feels so good. I'm so lucky to have you treat me like a queen."
"Mom it's the LEAST I can do. You know I love you more than anything."
She grinned ear to ear and bit her lip a little bit,
"I love you too. Now start on the other foot."
As I grabbed her right foot, her left foot fell in my lap, right on my shaft. I gasped I was so surprised. I took my eyes off her feet and looked at her. She was laying back with her eyes closed, biting her smiling bottom lip. She was breathing slowly, her big tits rising and falling with every breath. She looked so hot I could've made all my dreams come true right then.
She opened her eyes
"Uhm hello? Why'd you stop baby, it feels so good. Keep going"
She smiled at me and closed her eyes again as I began.
I started again and her left foot pulled back and forth on my hard cock. I had to finish quick.
Between her light moaning and her cute little feet on my bulge, I was ready to pop.
"Okay I'm done."
"Okay honey, that really felt good, you should rub my feet more often."
"I'm glad you liked it. I want to you to feel loved everyday so if that's what you want me to do, I will."