From the tips of my fingers to the bottom of my feet she worked quietly. At one point her hands were massaging my pelvis, less than an inch from my s...aft but she didn't touch it. She then moved to the head of the bed and lifted the towel from my eyes. I saw her looking down at me lovingly. She used the washcloth to wipe her hands before beginning to slowly and firmly massage my scalp. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I love you!" she whispered.She then moved to the. ."She still looked confused."Dad...your husband...?" Who?"---Jake, flabbergasted, had let his mother go out with her friends anyway. She had completely forgotten her husband of almost 20 years! He also realized that his mother had done exactly what he said she should do: forget his father and go out with friends.No...No way...All the people that continued to be so agreeable around him, doing what he said...He had to test this, but now he was alone! He stepped out of his house, looking around.. I laid on my side, facing her wrinkled soles. My nose was just inches from her toes. My cock was hardening in my pants. I was glad it was dark in the room with the only light coming from her TV on the dresser across the room. All was well until she "accidently" brushed her right sole against my lips. I froze. I didn't want her to move her foot. It felt soft and warm. She left it there for more than a moment and then said, "Oh Tommy, I'm sorry. I hope my feet aren't blocking your view." I. Her shirt unbuttonedcompletely and her large breasts handing free. She tried to steady herbreathing as she wiped her self off with some toilet paper. Itdisintegrated on her wet fingers and she frowned. She picked up herboxers, now uselessly large, and used them to wipe herself off.She smelled her fingers again. The odor was so pungent and musky.By reflex she flushed the toilet when she stood up. She buttoned hershirt as best she could. It closed up to the bottom of her breasts. Shepulled up her.