“He finds socks too impersonal, and bare feet a little off-putting,” Mom clarified.
Nana added, “Plus, classy women don’t go out and about with bare legs.”
“Mom, it’s 2011. No one wears pantyhose anymore,” Elizabeth pointed out, which was sadly the trend.
Nana surprised me and everyone else when she countered, “Beyoncé, Taylor Swift, Adrianna Grandi and Selena Gomez would beg to differ, and they are some of the most elegant celebrities out there… not to mention Duchess Kate Middleton.”
“Yes, but….” Elizabeth began, but was cut off.
“Don’t interrupt me,” Nana firmly scolded. “Plus, hosiery can really accentuate your legs… especially white women like us who don’t tan, but burn.”
Mom offered, “Would you like a pair?”
Elizabeth shrugged, clearly bewildered by the entire situation, “Why not? My feet are killing me.”
“Come with me,” Mom ordered, standing up.
Elizabeth again looked down at me, quietly massaging Nana, apparently not butting in while my ‘esteemed elders’ discussed ethics, before following her sister.
As soon as they were gone, Nana smiled, “Well, that went well.”
“I wouldn’t mind being in your well,” I replied wickedly.
“Oh you dirty little boy,” she objected, smiling.
“Big dirty boy,” I corrected as my hand snaked under her dress and went directly to her wet pussy.
“I’d let you fuck me right here if your aunt weren’t about to return any moment,” she moaned, as my finger slid inside her cunt.
“I know you would,” I nodded, as I quickly gave a few quick pumps inside her, before pulling out and offering my moist finger to her lips.
She obediently opened her mouth and sucked her wetness off my finger.
When I pulled it out, she purred wickedly, “Fuck, do I taste good.”
“That you do,” I laughed, adjusting my hard cock.
“God, I want that thing inside me,” she said.
“And you’ll get it,” I promised, suddenly tempted to just bend her over and pound her until Mom and Auntie returned… which would likely accelerate the seduction, although there was an excellent chance it could blow up in our faces! Better not; at least for now.
So I kept politely massaging her feet as we waited for them to return.
“Thigh highs are all I ever wear,” Mom was explaining, as they returned.
“But they aren’t practical at all,” Auntie protested.
“I disagree completely,” Mom countered. “They’re sexy as all get out, and they’re incredibly convenient.”
Nana interjected, “They’re all I wear, too.”
“Oh my God,” Elizabeth gasped, as she sat back down, “this entire evening is surreal.”
I wordlessly moved over to Elizabeth and took her right foot in my hand as Nana questioned, “What? There is nothing wrong with dressing sexy underneath our public attire.”
Elizabeth looked down at me ponderingly, and decided to allow me to continue, as she answered her Mom, “There’s a fine line between sexy and trashy.”
“Are you calling your mother trashy?” Nana questioned, her tone instantly annoyed.
Elizabeth, realizing she was on thin ice, stammered, “N-n-no. That isn’t what I meant.”
Nana relaxed her ire and continued placidly, “Good; just because I’m getting older doesn’t mean I can’t feel sexy and desirable.”