The 'Hot Mom' and the Foot Rub
Date: 5/20/2016,
Categories:
Hardcore
Mature
Taboo
Author: tonyc1980, Source: xHamster
... life," she once said. "Seeing everything sexually. Thinking of sex all the time. Don't be ashamed or nervous about how sexual you're feeling. It's completely normal." One Friday night I'd popped over to watch a movie on cable TV -- which my folks had forbidden in our house. Tired from work and a bit on the crabby side, she was still in her office clothes and heels when we ordered a pizza -- which we proceeded to eat pretty quickly. After plopping on the couch beside me, without thinking, she slipped off her shoes and put her feet on my lap, joking "And now you can thank me with a foot rub!" "Sure," I said, reaching for her feet. But she pulled them away. "I'm joking, Tone," she said. "I wouldn't make you do that." "But I want to," I said. "Why don't you let me? What's the big deal anyway?" She sat flipping the channels on the remote. So I pulled out the heavy ammo: "You know, human touch is important to good health, don't you?" That was all I needed to say. If you mentioned anything about "good health," Lois was in. She put her feet back on my lap and turned to the TV movie she'd decided on. "Then rub away," she laughed. "Maybe it'll bring down my stress level." After months of sitting beside her and wanting to touch her, I was more than ready for this. I was burning with desire for Lois but tried to keep that in the back of my mind, despite the sexual dreams that kept my brain on ...
... fire at night. I gently rubbed the soles of her feet, moving up to her toes. After a few minutes, she shifted positions to be flat on her back, giving me a better angle to really work. I mixed deep, passionate rubs with playful light, sensual strokes. I'd had several girlfriends in high school who liked this and I knew how to do it. She had beautiful, soft feet. I was in heaven. When I heard Lois say "Wow," I knew I was getting close to the jackpot. But not that night. We finished watching the movie and her feet went from my hands to the floor and she walked me to the door. About five days later my phone rang. "You don't feel like working your magic again, do you?" she asked. It took me a second to realize what she meant. "I've had about the worst day of my life and feel like if I don't unwind I'll smash something," she said. "I'll even order a pizza like last time." Within the half hour, I was at her place ready to "work my magic." But this time I called the shots. "I'd like to do this on the bed, so I have more room to work," I said. "We can watch TV in your room, can't we?" She sort of smirked at my cheekiness. "Yes, we can. Glad to see you're the man with the plan." I followed her up the narrow staircase, all the while staring at her butt, which stood out even in the loose grey sweats she was wearing. As she fell onto the bed so did I, removing my shoes and placing myself near her feet. This time I added in ...