During the wedding of one of my cousins I couldn't look away from my mother's legs and feet. She was wearing high-heeled sandals on that occasion and had painted her toenails deep purple. Her small feet were extremely sexy and they were enhanced by her sandals. I was totally mesmerized and scrutinized every single inch of her feet, paying special attention at the way their sensuous curves adapted themselves to the shape of the sandals, which fastened her feet with two narrow straps placed on her toes and heels.
Since my parents' divorce, mom had changed a lot. She no longer was the melancholy and weary woman she had been during her unhappy marriage, but jovial and cheerful as a twenty-year-old. Her beauty, which had never been particularly striking to anyone, had increased and now she was one of those buxom fourty-year-olds that attract lots of men. Her night dates were more numerous now, too. While she was married she hardly ever went out, but things were very different now. She went out with two of her girlfriends, both separated, and they came back in the small hours Friday nights. I understood that a woman like her, with a reasonably pretty face, large breasts and butt and shapely legs, had certain needs that had to be met regularly, so it wasn't strange for me at all that at weekends she stayed out till dawn.
That particular night, during the banquet, mom talked and flirted with two young men in their thirties, both of them friends of my cousin. She was sitting with them two and with one of them's girlfriend and had some drinks. I looked at mom rather than at them, focusing on the way she crossed her legs and placed her small feet. Curiously enough, I didn't notice her dress, which was also worthy of attention. It was a black dress with a deep cleavage that let everybody know she was proud of her 38D boobs. It was clear that mom didn't want to go unnoticed that night.
When we got back home mom, who had not drunk too much and could drive, was silent. The look on her face didn't express any particular emotion, she just looked straight ahead at the road. The banquet had been held in Leganés, so we got to Madrid through the road to Andalusia and then drove all the way up to Atocha along Paseo de las Delicias. It was there, as we were waiting for a stoplights to change to green, that mom finally said something.
"I don't feel like getting back home yet. Do you feel like going to a very quiet Irish pub I know?" she asked me.
"OK, let's go" I said.
Mom drove towards Hortaleza St. and was lucky to find a space to park the car. There weren't too many people on the streets, so we rushed into the pub. As mom had said, the atmosphere in it was a quiet one, with just two or three couples sitting there and some guys drinking at the bar. We sat at a table in a corner that was far away from the other tables. We ordered two pints of Guinness and got comfortable.
"So, why were you staring at me like that tonight at the banquet? Everybody must have thought there was something wrong with me" mom asked me, her eyebrows raised as she waited for an answer.
"I dunno, I didn't notice" I lied.
"Honey, even an empty-headed bimbo would have noticed the way you were staring at my feet and my cleavage on our way here"
Hell, I thought, then she's noticed...
"I... err..." I started.
"I don't think you should apologize for something like that, even if I am your mother. I know you were leering at me"
"I'm sorry, I..."
"I've told you you don't have to apologize, it's all perfectly normal. What can you expect from a 18-year-old?"
"Yeah, I guess it's just that" I said.
"Yes. In any case, you shouldn't think I don't feel like getting... laid" mom said smiling. "I'm fourty-three, I've been divorced for two years and I've been chaste against my will all that time."
I didn't buy that and I let her know that by means of the look in my eyes.
"Really, all that time" mom assured me.
"And what about those nights you go out with Mari and Lucía?" I asked her.
"We go clubbing, but nothing else. Just my luck..."
"I doubt it's because of your looks..." I remarked.
"Hmm, thank you. I'm average, but I try to make the most of myself" mom admitted.
"Not at all, you're very sexy" I insisted.
"Well, well... you really are a flatterer!" mom commented smiling.
I didn't say anything else and took a big sip of stout. Mom followed suit and then looked into my eyes.
"Are you still a virgin" she asked me.
"No, actually I'm not" I said flushing. That was all a bit embarrassing for me, despite being perfectly normal.
"It's normal at eighteen. At least for boys it is"
"I guess"
I drank some more beer, till the glass was almost empty. Mom drank a little bit and then looked back at me.
"I'm sure you've never even thought that sometimes I leer at you, too" she said, leaving me kinda knocked out.
"Well, I'd never had dreamed it" that was all I managed to say.
"It's true, I have a crush on you, even though you are my son" she muttered.
Puzzled, I drank the rest of the pint and then looked at my mother slightly scared and not believing what I had just heard.
"I don't want to frighten you, I just want to let you know that yours is a requited feeling"
"I know, but it's blown me away" I admitted.
"Do you want to go home already?"
"Yeah, we'd better go"
When we hit the street it was a bit chilly. Mom wasn't wearing enough clothes for that temperature, so we rushed to the car and, once inside, we rubbed our hands to get warm. Mom started the car shortly afterwards and we went up Hortaleza St. When we reached Alonso Martínez Sq. we turned left and took Santa Engracia St. Then, we turned right towards Alonso Cano St. and drove along it till we reached Orense St, where we had been living alone for two years. We drove the car into the underground parking of our apartment block and then took the elevator to the eleventh floor, where we had a spacious apartment. Just after we got in, mom sprawled on the living-room's couch. I sat on an armchair opposite the couch.
Mom remained there silent for a while, her sexy feet pressed against each other just like her legs. I couldn't stop staring at them. She just grinned.
"Do you want to take off my sandals today?" she offered.
I didn't answer for a while, but then I nodded enthusiastically.
"Go ahead, then..."
Trembling, I jumped off the armchair and went around the living-room's table. Then I sat down near mom. Smiling and non-chalantly, she changed her position. She rested her back on the couch's arm and put her feet on my thighs. My God, I couldn't believe they were so close and at my disposal! I ran one of my hands along one of them and caressed it softly as I felt an erection of never before seen dimensions strive to get out. Then I caressed the other foot, analysing every inch of it, every place, from its perfectly-painted deep-purple toenails all the way to its soft heel. Very slowly, I slid the heel's strap down until the sexy black sandal was almost off. I only had to slide it along the foot to take it completely off. I did the same with the other one.
Now mom was barefoot. Her little feet were between my hands, which stroked them as if they were the last thing they were going to touch. For a moment, mom moved one of her feet and felt the bulge my member was making. She pressed it and played with it. That puzzled me so much I couldn't utter a sound. Mom, on the other hand, could say and do all sorts of things and sat up near me. She gave me a peck on my lips and then ran both her hands over my chest. She ran them down slowly till she reached my bulge. There, they stopped. Then, mom unzipped my pants and shoved a hand into them. It wasn't very hard for her to find what she was looking for, so my fuckpole was out instantly, long and thick and pointing up. Its size was obviously bigger than mom was expecting, because her face was that of someone pleasantly surprised.
Without hesitation, mom slid her hands under her dress, pulled down her panties and tossed them to the floor. Then, without thinking, she straddled my thighs, grabbed my cock and placed it at the right place. A moment later, she let her body descend slowly and it was right then that I felt a sublime pleasure: the moisture and the heat of a motherly vagina, of mom's most desired and forbidden intimacy. My cock was too big for her unsatisfied twat, but it became wide enough to hold it in and mom started moving to and fro. I started stroking her thighs and hips as she rode me slowly, enjoying every second.
Mom came three minutes later. By then I didn't know that was unusual in a woman, so I wasn't very surprised. I just took advantage of the confusion brought about by her intense pleasure and pulled her dress down to her belly to reveal her bra. Then I clumsily unhooked the last piece of clothing that separated me from total bliss and cupped her enormous and slightly saggy tits with my avid hands. I kneaded and touched them as my mother screwed me hard. She was enjoying it so much that she came again just when I was starting to think I would not be able to hold any longer. Her eyes shut tightly and a series of moans came from her throat as she held on to my shoulders. Later, she calmed down and was quiet for some time, my mother-fucking tool buried deep into her.
Mom pushed her body up a bit and my rock-hard cock slid out of her hole. She pulled her dress down and took it off. Her plump and shapely thighs, her triangular lush black vulva and her big forty-year-old boobs were now before my bewildered eyes. Mom pulled my pants all the way down and then had me stand up so she could take off my shirt, too. Then, hugging me as she'd never done before, she kissed me and slid her tongue into my wet mouth and explored it.
When the kiss ended, she grabbed hold of my cock and said:
"Now I'm going to do something to you you are gonna like..."
She made me sit down on the couch again and she herself lay on it again with her back resting on the couch's arm. Then, to my surprise, she started massaging my cock with her sexy feet. At first, it didn't seem a great thing, but it gradually turned into a footjob done with the sexiest feet in the world. Mom knew very well how to do it, or it may have been that I was too enthusiastic. She just kept moving them deftly up and down until she got what she had been seeking. Without being able to stop it, and because of the touch of her skin and just watching her feet, a spurt of sperm gushed out from my hard fuckpole and landed on the couch. A second spurt went high into the air and arched over us to land behind the couch. Two additional spurts flew into the air and landed on mom's feet, which were still holding the base of my cock. My sperm smeared them. I couldn't believe it... my own cum smearing the sexiest feet in the world!
When she saw I had stopped coming, mom sat back down near me and gave me another deep French kiss. Afterwards, without removing my sperm from her feet, she put her sandals back on (without fastening the heel strap) and stood in front of me. Her lush triangle was before my eyes and my cock was still fully hard.
"Let's go on in my bedroom" mom suggested smiling and offering me a hand.