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My eyes shot open to the sound of an alarm. It took a second to understand where I was. Once I did, my stomach dropped without end. I was lying on my back to the side of my mother's bed. Her bare sole, smeared with blue marker, hovered an inch above my face. Then I heard her stir.
"Alright, alright, I hear you..." she drowsily groaned.
I held my breath. Her foot swayed side-to-side before retracting onto the mattress. Then I watched as her arm reached for the cell phone atop her dresser. If she looked down at even the slightest angle, she'd see me lying there. My heart pounded out of my chest as she silenced the alarm.
""Mmmmmmm..." she hummed as she rolled onto her back. "I can't remember the last time I slept that well."
I froze in terror as her right arm dangled off the bed.
"And feels that cold is finally gone," she mused, rustling within her sheets.
Her arm slowly vanished from sight as she continued waking herself up. I knew there wasn't much time before my mother got out of bed. My brain conjured all the possibilities if she saw me. Each outcome was worse than the last. I looked to my right across the underside of the mattress. The towels I used earlier sat there in a hardened, crumpled ball. Then I tilted my chin down. The cum-splattered towel rested atop my chest while my limp penis slumped off to the side.
"Okay..." my mother continued speaking to herself. "So much to do and so little time..."
She swung her legs off the side of the bed, allowing them to hover as she collected her thoughts. This was my last chance to act. I took a deep, quiet breath, clutched the crusty towel atop my torso, and without making a sound, rolled myself beneath the bed. I could feel the back of my head graze against the wooden frame as I completed half a revolution. I was now lying flat on my stomach, my left ear pressed against the carpet as I stared forward. My entire body was now shielded by the mattress above.
"Alright," my mother encouraged herself. "Let's get this engine in motion.."
I watched as the toes on my mother's left foot touched the ground. The view of the soft, curvy arch was absolutely perfect. Then her right foot touched down beside it. I badly wanted to reach forward for one last touch but somehow found the restraint. Instead, I took another quiet breath and listened to the sound of my heart beat as I stared into the blue at her creamy, hypnotic soles. After a moment, she moved her weight forward, but as she stood up, she immediately fell back onto the bed. I was confused what had happened until I heard what she said next.
"Woah there..." she bounced up and down. "What in the world do they put in this stuff?"
By the position of her feet, I could tell she was leaning toward her night stand.
"Ephedrine...doxylamine...acetaminophen...dextromethorphan...oh, and 25% alcohol. Yup, that'll do it" she laughed as she placed the bottle of Nyquil back on her dresser. "Okay -- round two."
I could hear her palms slap against her thighs as she prepared to stand once again. Her curved arches planted flat against the carpet as she transferred her weight off the bed. She gave herself a moment before moving forward.
"Okay, I think we're good to go..."
She took a wobbly step. Then another. Then she let out a massive yawn and she proceeded toward the bathroom.
"My, oh my, is that stuff strong."
I waited a few seconds as my mother turned on the shower. It was only then I noticed my penis had grown fully erect between my belly and the carpet. With the towel in my hand, I briefly considered jerking off one more time, but my mother always showered quickly and I knew I had to play it safe. I waited for the sound of the shower door to close and immediately rolled out from under the mattress.
"Holy fucking shit..." I whispered.
The sound of the shower was accompanied by my mother's acapella rendition of Pat Benetar's "Love Is A Battlefield". Now was the time to make sure not a shred of evidence was left behind. I stood to my feet, pulled up my pants, grabbed the towel from the floor, tiptoed to my father's side of the bed, grabbed the other two towels, and scanned the room for anything I may have forgot. I lifted the sheets, examined the bed frame, and got back on my hands and knees to scan beneath the bed. Everything looked as it was before I entered. Then I heard my mother turn off the shower. It was time to get the fuck out of dodge. I took another deep breath and held it as I tiptoed out of the room. I could hear my mother open the shower door just as I crossed past her room's threshold. I only needed eight giant steps before my hand was touching the knob of my door. I twisted and pushed it open as quietly as possible before turning the lock vertical. I exhaled an involuntary sigh as I threw the dirty towels into my hamper.
"What a fucking night..." I whispered before collapsing onto my bed. "Un-fucking-real."
I closed my eyes and started replaying the nuances of everything that had just happened.
The terrifying fear of being caught drunk.
The soothing sound of her sleepy snores.
The sight of her body completely unconscious.
The soft, gentle glow of the television bouncing off her soles.
Smelling her scent.
Sucking her toes.
Erupting controllably.
Using my pen.
Discovering her ticklishness.
Raising her limbs.
Fucking her feet.
Winning my bet.
Trampling myself.
Using her hand to jerk me off.
