I have always loved my mother. I know that most guys say that, but with me, it was different. I really loved her. As soon as I knew what sex was about, I could only imagine doing it with her! How I used to fantasize about her, and all the things we would do together!
A little background. It was just mom and me when I was growing up. My folks were divorced before I was born, and my mom raised me by herself. So naturally, we were quite close, as it was just the two of us. We had other family, of course, but it was just Mom and me living under one roof while I was growing up.
Due to finances, Mom could only afford housing with one bedroom when I was a small child, and therefore, I slept in the same bed as her. Nothing sexual went on, but as time went on and Mom could afford housing with two bedrooms, I still would sleep in Mom's bed. We had a bedroom set up for me, and my toys and stuff were there, but I always slept in Mom's bed.
Also, I have always had a foot fetish. My mom always did her toes, and I remember as a small child being attracted to them, and wanting to hold and kiss them! Sometimes, when she would take a nap, I would wait for her to go to sleep, and crawl on the bed and hold and kiss her feet while she slept. Nothing sexual ever happened from this, of course.
Eventually, when I was older, Mom would do her toes of an evening, and let me rub her feet after she was done. I enjoyed this, and she got a nice foot rub out of the deal! My rubbing her feet eventually became a nightly ritual, one that brought us to incestuous bliss!
Mom didn't date much, and the two of us became like a couple. We went to movies, sporting events, etc., and enjoyed each other's company. Of course, Mom had her friends, and I had mine, but we truly enjoyed each other's company. To the outside world, we just looked like a normal single parent family. However, behind our doors, something else was going on.
Mom came to look at me the same way I was looking at her. With desire! Mom hadn't been involved with another man for a while, and was finding herself drawn to me. It was only natural, that the love we shared as a mother and son was blossoming into something much more. She needed a man, and I needed a woman. We were living together under the same roof, sleeping in the same bed, spending lots of time together. For all intents and purposes, we were like a couple living together. The only thing we weren't doing was making love.
Mom came to see me as the "husband" she no longer had, and I was already seeing Mom as more than my mother. However, we were both unsure of just how the other felt, and didn't want to hurt the other if they did not feel the same. Because of this, it took us over a year of "courtship" before we were able to consummate our relationship.
The "courtship" took the ritual of rubbing Mom's feet on a nightly basis. Unlike the occasions of doing this when I was a boy, by the time I was a man, my mother would let me rub her feet on a nightly basis. Each night I would take my bath, then Mom would take her bath, and then I would get to rub her feet. Mom would do her toes on a weekly basis, and this simple act of love and devotion to me, her only son, meant a tremendous amount to me. It showed that she saw me as more than just her son.
However, each night was the same, I would rub her feet and legs, and then we would go to bed and sleep. Nothing sexual was going on, and it was driving me nuts! I wanted Mom so bad, but I didn't know how to go about letting her know, nor did I want to upset her if she felt differently.
