"I was just wondering about the other day ..." Nancy said, as she sat on the bottom of the stairs replacing her slippers with high heels. They were the wedged type, where the heel and sole were one and the same, except the sole sloped considerably from toe to heel. I watched as her delicate foot slotted perfectly in to the sexy pump and settled at an arc.
"About knocking before entering the bathroom?" I quipped.
Clearly, I was not still pissed off (side pun) with matters concerning bathroom etiquette, but I enjoyed the newly attained power at my disposal, and only because she was receptive to it.
I crouched down beside her and adjusted her heel to the base. She leaned back a little and her hands retreated to the side of her body so I could help her other foot into the remaining pair.
"I will remember to knock first." She promised. "Are we done?"
"Yes." I replied, running my hands up my mum's calf's. There was a lot of soft flesh to stroke upwards and to grope and squeeze. I sat there having my way while she tousled my hair. Her legs were so silky they were responsible for my obsessive handling. She knew that, and shaved daily for a reason, so that moments like this could happen.
"Do you like that mum? The way I touch you?" I asked.
"Yes son. I do." She answered. The lack of friction with her skin was interrupted by the roughness of my hands roaming up and down unapologetically along the back of her legs.
"Really? How much?" I queried stubbornly. I liked to press on the matter, knowing that the likelihood of a sexual avalanche increased the further up I advanced.
"You know how much." She said averting her eyes.
I looked at how coy she was and though submissive, less assured about yesterdays events. She was not a morning person either, and as the main adult in the house, perhaps it was harder for her to deal with the guilt. She looked so beautiful when she was tired. I ordered my perverted hands to disengage and I gave her room to breathe.
"Thanks hun." She said getting up. She really appreciated it when I showed some consideration.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Market. Want to join me?" She offered.
"Erm, sure."
I changed into a new top and we headed out together (for the first time) to do a bit of shopping. It was embarrassing walking side by side my Hungarian porn star look-a-like mother, especially around the local area where many of my friends might be just chilling. Furthermore, my mother was a slow walker, so I had to modify my stroll to something more pedestrian. Her tall body was towering over me in those wedged heels by a good few inches and her composure was tested along the concrete path that sloped around our apartment block. Often her knees jerked left or right ever so slightly and she worked hard on trying not to fall sideways with use of swaying arms. There must have been an invisible joystick between her fingers because she maintained balance of her body through her hands.
I liked to watch her hips toss left to right and her short black hair that ended in a curl by the lining of her jaw jerk from side to side. She had no make up on but looked hot with those lines under her eyes.
It was a long walk to to the indoor market, beyond the underpass of the Passmore Rail bridge. Nancy had turned a 10 minute walk into 20 minute one. Still, the interaction with her perfectly designed body had tempered my fears of embarrassment along the way. I knew my friends were into her, thinking she was the kind of pussy they could only dream about. They were always full of praise, asking how I was and then turning the subject to my mother. They joked about bringing her along to late night card games, but that's as far as I would let it go. Now that I had gotten a foot job from Nancy, the thought of taking her along to meet the guys suddenly seemed like a good idea.
"I'm sorry I'm so slow." Mum apologized.
"Don't be. It's a chance for me to take in the sights and wonders of our ghetto area." I elaborated sarcastically.
"Heh-he, it's not that dilapidated." She countered.
Her ankle turned and she knocked into me, but I held her firm. She looked clumsy-sexy. An offshoot of sexy-ugly. Except, Nancy was various degrees of sultry, and ugly had no other word to partner with where she was concerned. I planted a hand on her hip and she restored parity.
She was wearing a pair of blue denims and a short leopard skinned kaftan. It draped at the sleeves and clung down at her breasts very nicely. Her breasts wobbled as she walked, and I could make out her nipples as well. My dick wanted to sizzle and explode like a firework. I could happily imagine her lying down with her kaftan open and my dick slapping her breasts from side to side like it was an out of control pendulum.
On the main road, it was a typical day; locals were about and cars were buzzing by. We bypassed the street urchins who attempted to sweet talk us into joining their charity. they were like vultures with manners. Nancy only gave donations to the Church anyway.
It was early, but that's when the market was busiest. I let mum take the lead as this was her element. I noticed I was homing in on her bouncy ass but also on any guys who were trying to get a glimpse themselves. Nancy had heads turning as soon as she was in and suddenly every other male was distracted. Young men were holding open doors, stumbling over their wives and one member of staff pricing stock even fired a $8.99 sticker into the face of a passing customer.
Now I felt proud to be near her, because I was getting noticed by girls and mums. They were probably thinking I must be quite special to be with a woman like my mother. I just had to pray my mother didn't open her mouth and ruin it all. One syllable was it would take, and all I could think was "don't say 'son'."
I browsed on my own for a while, catching up to her along the drinks isle. A stranger was trying a few pick up lines on her but they weren't making any dents. He swiveled his feet from left to right along the laminated floor and changed tact.
"If you're looking for a fine wine, I would try my hand at Pier Ville 1843." He said, suddenly an expert on wines. He picked one up and handed it to her. "Not exactly what you would want after a long day in the board room. More for ... special occasions."
"Well, thank you for the information." She smiled.
"A pleasure."
"I think my husband will be very pleased indeed." She told him.
"H-husband?"
Nancy beckoned to me with her little finger. I put down a magazine I was pretending to read and casually strolled up to my mother with a slightly over elaborate puff of my chest.
"Darling, this fine young man was telling me we should buy this bottle of wine. What do you say?" Mum queried. I knew the role she was playing and it suite me fine.
"Sure sweet heart. Just a long as I get to see you drink from the bottle." I requested.
"Can you hold this for a moment?" She said handing the bottle of wine to the stranger who happily accepted. Mum walked up to me and put my arms over her shoulders and she wrapped hers around my back. As I looked up at her she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.
Damn!
I reciprocated and moaned slightly as our lips collided and mashed against one another. She was wet and horny and I was no different.
The stranger's shoulders slumped as we spared a glance for him before continuing to make out. He put the wine back and crawled back to wherever he came from. Mum disengaged from me, but I pulled her back in to me again. She tried to pull away, but then clamped onto me, seemingly accepting my forceful nature, as if suddenly remembering I was the only one she would ever let own her. she was a dominant creature since birth; a powerful seductress who had no master. She looked down on every man she met, slowly reducing their self esteem until they could not even maintain eye contact with her. With dad things were a bit more complicated. With me, it depended on how much I could hurt her. She bent to my will if I handled her with any kind of force. Well, that's what I was learning anyway.
