Copyright© 2003

There was a young lady named Rose
With erogenous zones in her toes.
She remained onanistic
Till a foot-fetishistic
Young man became one of her beaux.

"God what a beautiful day!"

"It feels like a cool breeze is coming up - it should cools things down before supper time."

"Hum... its just wonderful." Doris carefully stands up and then lowers her weight upon the edge of the marble hot tub, one hand bringing her nearly full wine goblet up for another sip. A breeze strikes her face and she closes her eyes and sighs, "Delicious."

"Hot mom?"

Doris lets her head hang back on her shoulders and just devours the cool breeze. "I thought a tub would be the thing to cool me off - but I feel positively drained!"

With his mother's eyes closed, Dennis allowed his eyes to drop downward from her face. He had realized earlier as they had sat within the ragging waters of the jacuzzi tub, that his mother's new one piece bathing suit had become transparent enough to see the mysteries beneath. Sitting in the water together, his mother on her third glass of wine, he still on his first, he had fought the draw of those dark aureoles barely hidden beneath the dark blue one-piece swimsuit as they bounced from the bubbling water of the jets in the sides of the tub. As she had stood up, the heat from the water and from the long hot day of summer being too much for her, her son could not hide his intense delight at the brazen way his mother's nipples and even the triangle of her dark-haired pussy stood out.

Doris was a little drunk, she knew, enough so that the frustration that her new expensive bathing suit could never be worn at a public beach or pool was shadowed by the realization that her son could not stop gazing at her body through her suit. If sober she would probably have stood quickly, wrapped a towel around herself and quickly retreated back into the very hot stuffy house behind them. Instead, the wine had calmed that instinctive reaction so that her surprise and perhaps disgust was shadowed by the fact that her forty-three year-old body could still attract a twenty year-old man. That it was her son only caused her to feel strangely safer - whom else could she trust? She would never have the nerve, sober or otherwise, to go out of the safety of her home to parade almost naked before strangers.

This was her son, she though gleefully, and he thought she was attractive enough to ogle. So Doris has sat up on the edge of the tub, knowing full well that she was revealing more to her son than any one else since before her marriage, and let him get an eye full.

There is absolutely no harm in it, Doris told herself yet again.

The cool breeze did feel wonderful, but the near-physical touch her her son's gaze on her body was downright delicious.

Dennis saw his mother's nipples harden beneath her dark blue, near-transparent, swimsuit so that they thrust forward boldly. He had actually been able to see them grow from small dark circles beneath the cloth to thick hard wrinkled spears. They made his mouth water and his hands tremble - so much so, that he set his wine goblet down on his side of the marble tub else it was in danger of dropping into the torrential waters that he sat within.

It was the first time that Dennis had ever looked upon his mother in any other way but in a maternal regard. Of course he knew that she was a woman, with small breasts and a petite frame - but until the transparent delights of her suit enabled him to consider his mother as if she were naked did he couple his mom with those sexy woman of his fantasy.

Her head felt as if it was spinning, but Doris was feeling more alive than she had in years. She allowed her knees to relax so her thighs spread enough for her son to ogle that part of her as well. Not so much spreading her legs as just letting them part naturally. She was not forcing him to stare at her body, she told herself defensively.

Slowly Dennis watched as her knees spread and the bumpy triangle beneath the dark purple suit lead the way to the thick outer labia that seemed almost bare against the tight fabric. He could actually see every curve of her sex... his own mother's cunt, he thought feeling heady himself.

Doris moaned, with what her son thought, was simply the pleasure of the cool breeze and the warm relaxing tub. "I wish every day could end like this Dennis!" She meant the weather, the hot water and even the growing pleasure between her legs and in her weary lonely soul - yet realized with a naughty delight that it could be taken other ways as well.

Dennis merely mumbled his response, "Me too mom." He had barely heard his mother's words, so intent on looking between her legs, that he had not misread the naughty intent that his mother had considered only too late.

Doris allowed her growing pleasure to bring forth a gentle playful giggle, as Doris opened her eyes and brought her head back upright. She saw that her son was seated wide-eyed, without blinking, while staring directly between her thighs. It caused a lengthy shiver to run down her spin, ending directly between her legs. The small current of electricity in her groin shocked her enough so that her knees suddenly clamped shut, leaving the son blinking and shaking his head comically. If not for the dampness of the water on her suit, which caused it to become transparent, surely the moisture from between her legs would be visible the middle-aged woman thought famished.

He lifted his eyes and stared into his mothers, seeing that they were glassy and relaxed. God, mom has no idea what she is doing to me, Dennis thought.

When was the last time any man, and that included her husband, looked upon her that way Doris thought soberly. Oh, to be twenty years younger and unmarried she thought.

Doris thought about her husband just then, while taking another sip, if he would get home any time soon. Normally he never committed to a schedule, so that he could properly devote himself to the needs at work - so he claimed. Yet his wife was beginning to feel the desire building within her to the point that she began to yearn for the only man who could give her what she craved for at that moment.

With a sigh, Doris realized no matter when her husband got home, he would be more intent on the papers in his ever-at-hand-briefcase than in pleasuring his horny wife. It would be another night when she would have to steal into the bathroom, after everyone was asleep, and use her own hand to calm the flames of passion building within her. It almost caused a sob of sorrow to escape from her - the life she was forced to lead.

Doris had to change the situation or she was libel to go insane with the heat between her legs, the pulsating passion of her lonely heart and the knowledge that there was no outlet for the eroticism that she knew existed within her soul. "When is your girlfriend going to arrive honey?" Again the goblet of wine came up to her lips, her eyes staring down at her son. She had to breath deeply else she feared the heat within her would overwhelm and embarrass both her self and her only child.

The moment was at an end, thought Dennis, his mother appeared more composed and was not giving him the chance to openly appraise her near-naked body any longer. "This Friday mom, I was going to pick her up at the train."

She nodded, already knowing the answer. Her question had simply to deflect her son's attentions - now that Doris realized how silly she had been acting. A new question was in order, "Would you like something special for supper Friday night?" Another sip of wine, she wondering why the passion within her did not seem to be lowering - could she really be that horny Doris wondered?

"No thanks mom, she is getting in around six - so I thought I would take her out for a quick supper if she had not ate on the train."

Doris nodded, her eyes suddenly not able to look upon her son so they stared down at the red wine within the goblet in her hand. Perhaps, she asked herself, it was time to get out of the tub? Just looking at her child caused the most vivid of images and uncontrolled passions to roll through her.

"Still tense mom?"

Doris shook her head, not prepared for the question, "Pardon Dennis?" Did he know how hot his mother was at that very moment, she wondered fearfully. Having him admire her body was one thing, but being exposed to his mothers sexuality was a completely different story.

He was smiling and staring right at her which caused another shiver to run down her spine to end in the same place. "The tub mom? You said you wanted to have a tub since you had such a tense day?"

Doris nodded affirmatively, it had been very hectic at work, one of those days that simply would not end. Dennis' question had been innocent after all, she thought with a strange measure of regret. She had been thinking of a glass of wine and a hot tub in the backyard since noon, voicing it to her son on the phone an hour before leaving work. The sweetheart had prepared it for her, even cleaning it out - as it had yet to be used all summer. Of course her invitation had followed - it would be nice to sit quietly with her only child for an hour, to talk to someone. Hell, her husband was never home and rarely spent five minutes in the same room together, never long enough to talk - thought Doris vehemently.

Doris realized the tub had worked, the wine helping so that the stress of her long day had disappeared. Yet a new tension existed within her, one more centralized about her groin. Of course she could not explain that to her son, she thought with ill-humour. "I am still a little tense honey, but the tub is wonderful."

Another sip of wine.

Dennis slid on the seat to the other empty side of the tub and returned with half full bottle of expensive red wine. One of his father's private stock, to be used to impress his clients only. His mother had requested this particular vintage and year in her phone call - and her son understanding that his mom could care less about her husbands clients. His father's passion for work was a known sore spot in his parents marriage - never a week passed without at least one heated argument about his fathers late nights or another function to attend. He refilled his mom's goblet for the forth time this day.

She smiled as to say thank you - starting to consider a drunken stupor to be acceptable to the throbbing horniness that still exists within her. If there was not the danger of her husband coming home to catch his wife of twenty one years humping the bedpost, she might have put some serious consideration into a good bawdy masturbation session.

Doris broke out into a hearty laugh, picturing her husband standing open mouthed seeing his wife debasing herself with the arm of his favourite chair, that lasted for half a moment when she realized that Dennis had asked something. He had turned away, possibly thinking her laughter was her response. Her humour died instantly and she asked, "I am sorry Dennis, I was thinking of something else. What did you say?"

"Its OK mom, its nothing. What were you thinking about that made you laugh?" He had never heard his mother laugh like that before - so unrestrained, so unlike his mom. Though he had realized her laughter was not in response to his question, it gave him a second chance to back down from his offer. The first time it had been blurted out quickly, spoken fast enough so that he did not loose his nerve half ways through.

There was no way that she could tell her son what she had been thinking, picturing the incident actually, so she pushed, "Just silly stuff Dennis. What had you asked?" She genuinely wanted to know - feeling if she gave her son the proper maternal attention he deserved, then she would not feel so enamoured with his visual inspection of her middle-aged body.

Dennis shrugged and took a deep breath, and thought, why not? She would take it innocently after all! "I asked, if your still tense, I could massage your calves for you?"

The request caused another bolt to run down her spine and Doris felt herself shiver when it struck its target between her legs. Her son was offering to lay his hands upon her... touch her. It was just her legs, she scolded herself, remembering his eyes devouring her near-naked body through her see-through bathing suit. Yet a small voice, a voice fuelled by long neglected passion and by alcohol, told her that even if her son's intentions were not so innocent, what possibly could happen? She was his mother after all that was enough to stop any silliness from going too far. Right? Besides, it would be good to feel a man's hands touching her, Doris thought with another shiver.

A single nod prior to taking another, larger, sip of her wine was her response. Dennis suddenly slipped off his seat, so that he was kneeling before her, facing her. God, she though lecherously, when has a man ever knelt before her like that? Then his large strong hands stole beneath the crashing of the waves of the large marble tub and grasped about her calf.

A long arrow shot down her spine and caused Doris to feel like her sex was turning into molten rock at just the first touch of Dennis' hands. She allowed her leg to go limp as he lifted it straight out of the water and lowered it so that the back of her ankle sat upon his wide strong shoulder.

Doris felt... delicious, and just stared at her beautiful son. He is a gorgeous man she reminded herself.

Dennis was regaining some of that bravado that he had felt when he looked upon his mother's near-naked body as she first sat on the edge of the tub. He could see that her eyes had widened and how she sat almost comatose to watch him. Was she starting to wonder at his intentions, Dennis thought gleefully? Did she realize that with the transparent tight suit and his new intimate position that he had a very detailed view of that place between her legs?

The hands were strong from years of camping, working, and just keeping active. The hands of a youthful strong man. Doris watched and then almost purred with pleasure as they began to kneed the taunt flesh in her calves, from the back of her ankle all the ways to the back of her knee. He firmly but gently worked both thumbs into the muscle and rotated them to a delicious effect. Within a moment, Doris did not have the power to stop the moan of pleasure to escape her lips. It was a mixture of need, pleasure and of letting go to just enjoy. No longer did she care if her son's offer was anything but innocent - it simply did not matter weighed against the pleasure he was causing within her.

Dennis worked on his mother's strongly muscles calves as his girlfriend had taught him when they started to date. He was pleased at the effect he was having upon her, as he had intended. His mother again closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall back on her shoulder, this gave Dennis the opportunity for a much closer look a the breasts and nipples barely an arms length from him, and the curves of her outer labia between her legs. His mother really did have fantastic legs - her best feature, her son thought. With her small petite body, her small breasts, tiny waist - it was her shapely thin legs that drew a mans attention.

Distantly, Doris felt her son remove his hands from the one leg and then after a few seconds, grasp the other to bring it up onto his other shoulder. The first leg was then, gently and slowly, lowered back into the water. Then the exquisite touch of his large strong hands began yet again and she swooned with the pleasure of it.

Dennis felt the grin spread his lips, by moving to his mother's other leg, he was able to spread her knees much further apart then before. And with his closer proximity, his eyes feasted on the darkness and curves between his mother's legs all within half a meter from him.

It was a sight out of his adolescent fantasies - the one 'cunt' that he had dreamt about but had never thought he would ever have a chance to be in such proximity too. In his early teen years, about the time the hair about his groin began to grow, he had noticed that girls were different than boys in a delightful way. The closest 'girl' to him was his mother, having always been close since his father was absent so often and they sought each other's company. So it was natural, he had always told himself, that he would place her upon his pedestal and consider her the pinnacle of womanhood. It was not so much a sexual infatuation as a confused adolescent image. As he had matured, he stopped comparing his mature mother to teenage girls - but had always remembered that this woman was the first that he considered beautiful.

Again he brought the first leg back up to his rest upon his shoulder, moving the second leg back down spread widely apart so that nothing was hidden from between his mother's legs for his hungry eyes.

So lost in the bliss of relaxation and pleasure, that Doris only peripherally realized that her son's hands had moved higher than her knee. Yet the magic of his touch was not lost as they massaged her all the way up to the top of her thighs, pausing, then moving back down almost to her ankle. The moans of her pleasure did not diminish in the least from this newly massaged zone.

Dennis watched as his hands moved barely centimetre's away from that covered crotch that was anything but hidden in the new bathing suit. He had inhaled the new musk that could only come from a single source and it drove into his senses like a lance. Never before had he smelled anything that so blatantly shouted 'sex'.

Again he switched legs, moving his body closer in so that his mother's calf rested upon his shoulder, against his neck. His hands spent the whole time massaging the soft supple flesh from her knee to the place inside her legs where the flesh ended and nirvana started.

A new power filled his person and Dennis felt more alive than at any time before. It was like the first time he had lost his virginity, or the first time that he had intentionally made a girl orgasm, or the times he had made his current girlfriend beg for him - yet this was better by many magnitudes. This was the forbidden area of life, where no son's reality should tread. And rather than fill him with trepidation and even fear, it caused him to feel more like a man that any any other time in his life.

It did not hurt that his mother was whispering meaningless things while licking her lips randomly. Or that her eyes were tightly closed while her head rolled back and forth on her own shoulders. She was lost in that passionate place that he had seen his girlfriend enter - a place that gave him the power over her pleasure, and ultimately his own.

Dennis began to wonder just how far he could take this?

The pleasure-filled cloud Doris now found herself within was no longer dominated by lust - but the relaxing pleasure of her son's hands drawing it from her tense body. There was a certain loss, she distantly thought, that she could not loose herself into that cloud of lust with any man but her husband. And he had barely touched her in years. Was that why she was so responsive to her own child's advances, the looks and the hands upon her legs? Could she truly be so horny, so passionate, that even the innocent touch of her loving child could draw out what was smoldering within her? Another part of her was thankful that the lust was being shadowed by relaxation, as those feelings when with her son were both dangerous and wrong.

Was he hard beneath the water, she wondered?

At that very second, the cloud of her mind was broken asunder and she felt herself clench every muscle in her body - the edge of her son's large strong hand had grazed slowly against the crotch of her bathing suit - directly over her hypersensitive clitoris. A second to recognize what had happened before she forced herself to sit with her head straight up, and her eyes open in surprise looking directly at her son. It had to have been an accident didn't it? The son she had raised to be a man would never touch her that way, not even when she was vulnerable from being lonely and half-ways drunk? There was not another man alive that was as strong of will or honest as her son, not even her husband. Doris proudly recalled that he was the product of her life, since her husband had been mostly absent with work, and she trusted him completely!

Sitting straight up Doris stared down at the top of her son's brown head of hair, considering her reaction while ignoring the longing throb between her legs. It had to have been a mistake, hadn't it, she wondered? Her son did not seem to even notice that his mother had stopped her swooning from his massage.

Doris felt as if she were on the edge of a cliff, and she could see over the edge into the abyss and every part of her wanted her to jump, but everything in her life told her to step back, to walk away. She slipped her leg off her son's strong shoulder so that both of her feet were again standing on the bench within the marble tub. "Thanks Dennis... that felt wonderful honey." She took a lengthy sip of her wine and waited for him to return back to the other side of the large tub, to the other seat. It was sudden dismissal, but one that the mature woman thought was overdue. She had been acting childish - like a giggly teenager she chided herself. She would finish this last glass of wine and then depart into the privacy of her bedroom.

Dennis also felt as if he were at the edge of a great adventure, but it was the beginning of some great and rewarding trek and not a leap into an abyss. He had seen, and felt, his mothers response while massaging her leg - while simply sitting here drinking wine with her only son. He had lead his girlfriend to such a 'place', knowing what came next was simply nirvana for both of them. Dennis truly loved to give pleasure to the woman he is with, he had learnt this lesson early in his sexuality. By giving pleasure, he had learnt that pleasure was readily returned. The fact that his mother was at the edge of that 'place' and he was holding the reigns with nothing but surreal.

He no longer felt nervous about his desire for his mom, about bringing it to the surface so that she discover that her own son wanted her, as he had when he had earlier asked if she wanted a massage. Dennis was even doubting that she was innocent in the fact that he was so obviously glaring at her exposed body, figuring she had sat up on the edge of the tub to expose herself to him. And if that was the case, perhaps she wanted him as much as he was realizing he wanted her!

All those years of teenage frustrations, prior to loosing his virginity at sixteen, he had looked upon this woman as perfect, something to cherish, love and protect. Suddenly, Dennis now thought of his mom as a sexy piece of flesh, the unattainable that was within his grasp.

All that lead up to this moment, his eyes looking up soberly into his mother tired looking glass-eyed gaze.

Doris saw something she had never seen within her son's eyes just before he reached down beneath the water and firmly brought her foot up to his shoulder. She watched as he placed the flat of her foot directly upon his bare breast, the toes pointed just over his shoulder. This caused her knee to be bent at an almost ninety degree angle.