I rolled off my father's side of the mattress and stuffed the cum soaked towel beneath the bed. My entire body shivered with exhaustion as my mother continued to snore. I never would have imagined Nyquil could be so powerful, especially on such a light sleeper, but there was no arguing with the results -- she was completely knocked the fuck out. Her chest proceeded to oscillate...up and down...and up and down...and up and down...and up and down...a constant, hypnotic cadence...up and down...and up and down...
A yawn escaped me as I stood, but one quick glance at my mother's limp, delicate body fueled me with a burst of energy. I stared at the blue doodles on her soles as I walked around the bed. The sight of her soft, glowing feet continued to amaze me -- the subtle wrinkles...the creamy arches...the perfectly proportionate toes -- it was truly a work of art. I stood in place admiring her, watching as she snored...up and down...and up and down...so effortless...so relaxed...not a care in the world...the sound of her sedated breaths, reeling me in...closer...and closer...and closer...until my thighs pressed against the mattress. It seemed as if she was begging me to pamper her feet even though she hadn't spoken a word.
"It would be an honor," I silently agreed.
As I stood there entranced, I couldn't help notice how sexy and heavy her legs looked. The longer I gazed, the weaker I grew. I quickly decided her leg needed to be checked the same as I checked her arm, but first, I had to ensure the Nyquil was still in her system. I grazed my pointer finger up her right sole. She continued to snore. I slid my finger down with more pressure. She continued to snore. Then I slid my finger up...then down...then up...then down...all while her snores perfectly remained steady. It was clear the Nyquil was far from finished.
I wedged my fingers below her heel and pushed forward until her foot rested in my palm, lifting an inch before pulling away. Her heel lightly bounced from the bed while the rest of her body stayed still. My arousal craved more. I slid my hand beneath her heel and moved it forward until her achilles nestled between my fingers and thumb. I raised her leg to a forty-five-degree angle and took a deep inhalation from her sole before letting go. Her heel and calf bounced with a thud as the rest of her body remained limped. I felt ravenous.
I cupped my hand behind the base of her calf and raised as high as I could. Much to my surprise, her leg extended ninety-degrees with no resistance at all. Her sole now faced directly toward the ceiling as her snores filled the room. I couldn't believe her flexibility. She'd been doing yoga for several years but the ability to manipulate her leg so easily was stunning. I leaned forward and gave her heel a loving peck before releasing my grip. Her leg crashed to the mattress like a falling tree, and just like her arm, bounced off the side of the bed. It swung back and forth again and again before setting still. My cock throbbed with excitement.
