I could here a faint chuckle in the background. There was no need to guess I'm 100% sure she's fuckng some random dude while answering the phone. My dick was bulging in my pants right now. My imagination ran wild.
"Donny.....ahh...can I call you back sweety?"
"Sure mom..just checking up on you"
" Thats sweet darling. Have your dinner without me ok. Call you later, bye!"
And surprise surprise she didn't
It was around 11.30 when she came home. It was sight to see. I was baffled as much as aroused at the same time. Amy was in a beige color cut out cable net mini dress that barely covered her ass. The sexiest thing about this is she's BAREFOOT?!. She's still carrying her dark color stiletto boots in her hands.
"Hey mom....rough night?"
What the fuck did I asked. I was cursing myself as I signed her to come in.
"You have no idea hon... that was tiring... for lack of a better word"
Oh I think I do mom. It was then I saw her swollen feet. Seriously what fuck did they do to get so red like that?. Then it hit me like a train. Was't this the perfect opportunity I was looking for?!.
"So mom..um.. if you're so tired I can give you a massage before you sleep you know "
"No honey its ok..its just this damn shoes and...*sigh"
"Its fine mom let me make you comfortable. Those feet needs some relaxing.."
For some reason she focused her glassy eyes at me for a bit too long and the atmosphere suddenly became very awkward. Eventually she broke the silence.
"..thanks honey... that would be a really helpful"
Thats how this became a thing between us.
Every time she would come home from being out or working she'd either expect me to be there waiting or she'd mention that I'd forgotten something. It was the start of my mothers dominance over me. Most of the time she take it for granted. Though there was no wording, an understanding between us were born.
Amy would let me massage her feet and I would treat them like a divine tresure. Not to brag but I'm great with my hands. So to my delight she loved how I handle those pair of cuties. So now I would spend hours massaging my mother and use lotions or oils just to see her beautiful legs shimmering underneath my hands. I always let her know that I really enjoyed massaging her and how sexy and beautiful her legs are.
As a consequence of this I'd always have to tuck my dick up on my waist band just to hide how hard she would get me. Sometimes she'd come home wearing tights and I'd have to convince her/almost beg to keep them on so I could rub her soft shiny nylon covered legs as the ultimate turn on for me.
I will never forget one time when I was home on a thursday night, Amy had come home with some guy she'd met in town. They burst through the door making out and immediately waltzed up stairs to her room not even noticing me gwaking at them in front of the TV.
I gave it five minutes and headed back up to my room and sat in silence as the noises from my mothers room started to increase it wasn't long before my mother was in the zone and started increasing her seductive moans as if in fear I could not hear them properly. Walls were thin enough for me to even here their wet sloppy banging noises. It stopped with what I can only assume was a change in positions but still I sat and listened with the hardest and biggest erection of my life. All I could do was keep edging and gooning my self as my lovely mother took a hard sloppy fuck on the other side of the wall.
The only time I heard the guy was when he was cumming as my mother in a slutty seductive tone moaned "..yes yesYes " at him repeatedly. This moment was so hot and the lustful dirty images paraded in my head were projecting thousand per second.The craziest thing in all this though was that this whole scenario usually happened at least every 3-5 times a month.
The thing that made this time different was that after my mother had finished being fucked and the guy had left, she knocked on my door!.