"I remember your dad used to rub my feet all the time. I'd give anything for a good foot massage."
I stared at mom and had to make a conscious effort to keep my mouth from hanging open. I wanted nothing more than to offer my services, but held back knowing damn well I wouldn't be able to hold back. Not that I would ever make a move, but no way in hell would I be able to have my mother's feet in my hands and not get hard and that would be all I would need to happen. The opportunity quickly vanished however, as Mom swung her foot back down on the floor and said;
"Oh well, I guess a pedicure and maybe a bath later will have to do."
"You know mom," I said. "Maybe you should try going out and meeting someone. I mean you're an attractive woman and I'm sure a lot of guys would want to," I shru
