“No, that’s okay,” she said, the tone in her voice implying she was nervous about our earlier conversation.
“Mom, after all the times you’ve looked after my needs in the past, the least I can do is give you a foot massage,” I countered.
“I guess that would be nice,” she nodded tentatively, although she didn’t actually get onto the bed.
“Lie down, Mom,” I instructed, “with your head on the pillows, and throw on some television if you wish.”
“Okay,” Mom nodded, walking to the bed and cautiously going onto it so as not to let me see her lace top stockings. Once she was on the bed and comfortable, I joined her at the other end and took her stocking-clad foot in my hands. The nylon was sheer and I was instantly in my own version of heaven. Her painted pink toe nails only enhanced the beauty of her foot and I was tempted to take her pretty toes in my mouth.
Mom whimpered slightly when I began massaging her foot and said, “That feels so good, Matthew.”
“Agreed,” I replied, another subtle hint of my own fetish.
“So much like your father,” she smiled, shaking her head.
I asked, “So you started wearing nylons all the time because he told you to?”
“Kind of,” she shrugged. “I mean, I often wore them anyway as I always liked the different colours I could wear and how they could help accessorize my outfits.”
“Cool,” I nodded.
“But yes, your Dad has come to expect me to wear them,” she admitted.
“And if you don’t?” I asked.
“I just do,” she answered.
“My pets are the same,” I nodded, using the word ‘pets’ as I shifted to her other foot, bringing back the conversation I had left marinating when we left the taxi.
“Pets?” She questioned, seemingly more intrigued than shocked, having been set up for this conversation in the taxi. One thing I know about people, if you set up the bread crumbs, they often want to eat the whole loaf. But they will never eat the whole loaf without a few bread crumbs first.
“Beth and Della are two of them,” I revealed.
“Sandra’s Beth and Della?” Mom asked, genuinely surprised.
“Yes,” I nodded.
“Oh,” she said, clearly thinking about this.
“Why? Are you surprised a geek like me could get a couple hot cheerleaders?” I asked.
“No, no, no,” she shook her head. “I didn’t mean that at all, it’s just I thought you and Allison may be an item.”
“I’ve learned something about women,” I said, my confidence strong.
“What’s that?” She said with a smile.
“Most women work hard to put on the persona that society expects them to play,” I answered, rather cryptically.
“Meaning?” She questioned, as I moved my hands up to her ankle, lifting her leg up slightly, enough to allow the entire lace top of her stockings to be revealed.
“Maybe I’ve said too much,” I said, knowing that psychologically this would likely make her beg for me to give her more.”
“You can’t say something like that and then just leave it,” she protested, looking at her skirt and realizing her lace tops were showing. As expected, she didn’t try to cover it up.
“But it may offend you, even though I think you are very good proof of my theory,” I replied, throwing out the hook and now waiting for her to bite.