“Now lie down on the bed,” I ordered, deciding her sensual massage would begin with my hands and continue with my mouth.
“Yes, ma’am,” she repeated, matter-of-factly this time, relaxing into my leadership as she got onto the bed and lay down on her stomach.
I brought a chair to the end of my bed, sat down and took her right stocking-clad foot in my hands. The moment my thumbs put pressure on her arch, she gave a soft moan. Very few people understand the impact a foot massage can have.
It mellows the receiver.
It relaxes her.
It slowly, slyly, turns her on.
Amanda loved having her feet massaged and I loved doing it… it was all part of our unique, role-swapping relationship. Sometimes I served her; sometimes she served me. There was no hierarchy, just a willingness in each to please the other.
I methodically massaged the entire sole of her foot, taking my time. Each tiny portion of a sole has a nerve ending connected to some organ in the body, so each tiny portion matters. By the time I finished, every organ in her entire body was subtly different, better supplied with blood, less constricted, more alive. Then I did her ankle. Then each toe individually. Now I wanted to suck on her toes. Although I hadn’t at all enjoyed either of the two cocks I’d once sucked, I always enjoyed sucking on each individual toe when I gave a massage… knowing it sent sexual stimulation directly to a woman’s pussy.
Deciding to take the risk, I said, “Mom, I’m going to do something a little unorthodox, and I need you not to freak out.
“Um, okay,” she said, tentatively.
“Turn onto your back,” I instructed.
She obeyed, her entire body shivering as she did so. I hadn’t even begun the sensual part of the massage, just the awakening part, and she was already turned on.
I noticed her nipples were still rock hard, and when I glanced between her legs I also noticed a big damp spot on her thong.
As she watched from her pillow, I separated her pinkie toe from its neighbor and sucked it into my mouth.
“Ohhhh, what are you doing?” Mom asked, although as I’d hoped, she didn’t attempt to move her foot away.
“I’m giving you the most intimate, special and relaxing massage I can,” I replied, as I removed her toe from my mouth for a moment.
“Now lie back and enjoy,” I ordered.
“But you’re my daughter,” she protested.
“I’m not eating your cunt, Mom,” I said, “I’m just giving you a unique foot massage.”
“Um, okay,” she said, as she leaned back but added, “I’m still not sure about this.”
“Just relax,” I said, as I took her second toe in my mouth while I simultaneously massaged her ankle and calf, noticing she hadn’t scolded me for saying cunt.
“That does feel so nice,” she moaned softly.
“Then don’t think… just enjoy,” I coaxed, moving to her middle toe.
“Okay,” she agreed, her eyes closed and her legs spread enough that I could see her pussy lips perfectly through the sheer wet thong.
God, I wanted to just bury my face between her legs and go to town, but they say patience is a virtue and I was going to give that theory all the time it needed to prove itself true.