After listening in silence for a while and taking all this in, I asked Mom, “Would you like a massage?”
“I’d love one, Son,” Mom smiled, swinging her legs around on the couch so her feet landed in my lap.
As I took her nylon-clad feet in my hands, I glanced up to see that Elizabeth was shocked by such intimacy.
Nana, selectively blind herself, kept nattering on about her upcoming trip to Europe in February to visit friends, as I massaged Mom’s silky feet.
Aunt Elizabeth kept staring at what I was doing, as Mom’s hem crept up until Elizabeth also noticed Mom was wearing thigh highs. When Nana finally wound down, to Elizabeth’s obvious relief, although Mom and I hadn’t minded a bit, Elizabeth criticised, “Alexis, we can see the lace tops of your stockings.”
“They’re thigh highs,” Mom corrected her.
“Okay,” Elizabeth said, shaking her head, “we can see the tops of your thigh highs, then.”
“Okay, thanks for noticing,” Mom acknowledged, making it clear it wasn’t a big deal.
“And your Son is massaging your feet,” Auntie continued.
“He does that almost every day,” Mom explained. “He’s really good at it, isn’t he, Mom?”
“Yes, he’s very good,” Nana nodded, although the smouldering look she gave me hinted that she was talking about something far more interesting than my foot massages.
“I think it’s weird,” Elizabeth said, shaking her head with disapproval.
Nana asked, “Can you do my feet too, Curtis? I’m not as good in heels as I used to be.”
“Sure, Nana,” I agreed, moving Mom’s silky feet off my lap, where they had rested on my hard cock… the touch of nylon like a magic wand to my dick… actually just a woman’s feet in nylons had my cock saluting DuPont, who had introduced that sensuous invention over eighty years ago.
If Elizabeth was shocked when I gave my Mom a foot massage, she was completely flummoxed when I moved over to Nana, dropped to my knees in front of her easy chair and took one of her nylon-clad feet in my hand.
“This is so weird,” Elizabeth said.
Nana questioned, even as the softest of moans escaped her, “Why? He’s just giving me a foot massage.”
Mom added, “Curtis is now the man of the house, so he’s graciously living up to his new role by assuming some added duties.”
I thought to myself ‘Yes, Mommy Dearest, to fuck you night and day’.
Elizabeth used this as an opportunity to stick in her two cents worth, although she thought it was worth a lot more, “So what happened? Jake was the perfect man. How did you fuck that up?”
Old Mom would have openly accepted these clear insults by her older sister and quietly hid her resentment, but New Mom responded with, “Actually, Jake was far from perfect, and I’ve already found the perfect replacement.”
“You have?” Elizabeth scoffed. “How’d you do that so quickly, had you been cheating?”
“I was discovering my true sexuality,” Mom responded, seeming to enjoy the look of bewilderment on her sister’s judgmental face. It was obviously confusing that Mom wasn’t cringing and trying to ward off her sister’s critical barbs.
“What?” Elizabeth asked and then thought she’d caught on. She accused, “Got it. You’re a lesbian?”