Offer his mom a footrub

"You look like you had a rough day at work," Matt said. "Standing on your feet all day has to be rough. How about you slip off those shoes and I'll rub your feet?"

His mother looked at him suspiciously. "Who are you and what did you do to my son?"

"Ha ha. I'm growing up. A year ago I was so involved with myself that I didn't notice anyone else. I'm still pretty self-absorbed but I've recognized it and am trying to work on it. Now, do you want the footrub or would you rather just mock your poor helpless child.

She laughed. "Okay, Matt. If you really want to touch these smelly feet, I certainly could do with a footrub." She slipped off her heels then stopped. "Turn away for a second."

"Huh."

"I have to take off my pantyhose."

"Right."

He turned away. {if ****=true}Maybe some day she'd let him watch while she stripped but he certainly wasn't there yet. Still, he did wonder whether she wore panties in addition to her pantyhose. If not, her pussy was naked beneath the short dress and he'd be kneeling by her feet. He might just get to sneak a peek... if he was very careful.{endif}

She sighed, then sat on a kitchen chair, "I have no idea who came up with the idea of heels and what brilliant asshole decided clerks in a jewelry store should wear them."

It really had been, Matt thought, a kind person who'd invented them and a genius to persuade women everywhere that they should **** themselves just to make their legs look longer and sexier so men could admire them.

He sat down beside her, then picked up one of her feet and set it in his lap.

"Here." His mother reached into her purse and pulled out a small lotion bottle. "You can rub some of this in. That way it'll feel nice and you won't have to smell my feet."

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure my feet smell a lot worse than yours."

"Maybe." She giggled. "But I don't have your feet in my lap."

He squirted out a glob of lotion... noticing the clear resemblance to semen, and rubbed it into the sole of her foot.

"Oh, yes. Press harder."

He tilted the foot back to give him a better angle on her instep... and noticed that her heel was directly on his dick.

Matt had never been a foot fetishist. He'd watched some foot-porn videos, of course... he'd pretty much checked out all of the genres of free porn available... but he'd never gotten exactly why some guys were completely turned on by the female foot. He still didn't get it, exactly, but with his mom's heel pressing straight down on his dick, he thought he might be getting a clue.

"Ahh. That feels so nice." {if ****=true}She ground her heel down on his dick... causing the inevitable reaction.{endif}

He looked up at her. {if ****=true}Had she noticed he was getting a boner? Was she going to be mad? Did she think her son was a pervert for perving on her feet? To his surprise, though, her eyes were closed and her head tilted back. She was enjoying the footrub without thinking of his dick at all.{else} She seemed to have zoned off which made him feel good. His mother had a tough life and working double-shifts to make up for his crappy year in school was even harder on her.{endif}

{if ****=true}It was kind of insulting in a way, but also liberating. With her eyes closed, she wouldn't notice if he took a peek up her skirt and he could accidentally-on-purpose shift around her foot any way he wanted for his own satisfaction as well as hers.{endif}

(Note: this path was suggested by reader Dack. Thanks for the many suggestions, Dack.)

Sweet.