Mom/Rose on a couch

It was a Friday evening when Rose sat in her room playing Wrath of the Black Mage, a video game gifted to her by a certain someone she'd befriended though online chatting. She was enveloped in it, even though it wasn't such a great game in the first place, she was "in the zone" as some say, her fingers dancing across the keyboard like they had a life of their own.
By choosing to completely immerse herself into this shitty game she was hoping to wash off the filth of what had happened earlier that week. Rose had tried masturbating again, which was a field of study she was still eagerly exploring, and in her carelessness she got walked in on by her mother. A traumatic experience, partly because she never finished, partly because once she noticed her mom in the doorway she had no clue how long she'd been standing there, just watching, probably judging to her heart's content. And now, every time she tried to reprise her role as Rose Lalonde, Masturbator Extraordinaire, her mind wandered back to that night and she just felt too dirty to even touch herself, in any way or place. With no release at hand and tension building in the house, she was on edge, more than usual.
The light outside was already dimming as Dave contacted her, interrupting her play-through. He had broken her concentration, but rather than feeling irritated she felt uplifted, relieved almost, thankful to him for breaking the game's spell on her. She relaxed, stretched her aching back and cracked her knuckles before responding to his call.

sup lady lalonde
Hey, Dave.
still playing that game John sent you
Oh, I am. It's a little slow but it beats reading.
what why
Because at least now I can just wear headphones and don't have to listen to her banging around downstairs.
your mom?
Yes, my mom.
she giving you a hard time again
Well, it could be worse. I'm sure she's eased herself into a drunken stupor by now. But from the moment she got home we've been, well… "locking horns" is one way to put it.
about what
About just about everything. Right now she's just out to make my life as miserable as she can, I reckon.
really
Oh definitely. There's no doubt in my mind.
because
Because of how she acts, Dave.
which is
Which is insufferable!
all parents are insufferable
I suppose so but, Jesus, it's just. Sometimes, I, she…
hey you know that i support you and i would rather just not get involved in any of this
but if shes really that insufferable then just dont get provoked so easily
you know like
dont give her the satisfaction
Don't you think I've tried? It's just every time she knows just what to say, just the right amount of snark and wit just to get me on the fence again. She's a genius of the passive-aggressive school of thought, Dave. No, scratch that: she's it's principal founder.
thats a lot of respect youre spouting
Maybe it is.
just take it easy is all im saying
i mean
shes your mom
I suppose she's been pretty okay these last few days. I just wish she'd get out of my hair a little more often.
there you go
But Dave, don't give me this family bullcrap. Just because we're related doesn't mean we should force ourselves to be best buds. I resent that. If two people really hate each other, then by God, they have every right not to be together.

The comfortable silence and peaceful rhythmic sound of typing on her keyboard was broken by a muffled yet earnest call from her mom. "Rose!" she cried.

Rose shuddered.

"What?!" she yelled back.
"Rooose!" her mom repeated, though a little softer now.
Annoyed, she turned back to her computer screen.

Ugh.
what
It's her. She wants something. Be right back.
take as long as you like
i think im just gonna
hit the proverbial hay
today has been a fucking drag like you wouldnt believe
rose?
still there?
…
goodnight rose

Rose was already making her way downstairs, ready for a confrontation of some kind. Her mom's tone sounded urgent, so she was fully prepared to find her awake and ready for action, aching for a battle. Though it was late, she was prepared to give her one.
However, what she found as she exited the hallway and stood at the top of the stairs was nothing like she'd expected, and yet it was as predictable a sight as possible. Below her, on the u-shaped couch in the living room, lay her mother, draped over it like a barely conscious puppet. She was quite obviously hammered. Looking back up at her, mom sluggishly wiggled her fingers to say "hello."
Rose put her fists on her hips and waited for her to explain herself.
"Come sit down, honey."

Rose rolled her eyes and let down her guard a bit as she made her way down the stairs. When she was drunk like this she was never in a fighting mood, so no stressful confrontations for today. That at least eased her mind a bit.
Rose made a point of sitting down as explicitly as possible when she finally reached the couch. Her mom was lying down with eyes closed now, barely even registering her environment when she mumbled-
"Honey, can you please do my feet again?"
Rose responded annoyed, offended, and more than a little embarrassed.
"Oh god. Mom no, I was talking to someone."
"Oh please, baby, it'll only take a moment."
"Not now! Is this all you called me down here for?"
"Baby please."
"I was in the middle of a conversation."

Her mom started stretching lethargically, majestic like a slumbering lioness yet silly like some kind of fish out of water trying to crawl back to the nearest ocean. Rose carefully noted the empty bottles on the floor by the couch and barren martini glass on the table. Her mom was probably not just hammered, she might even have fit the fabled, insufferable category of "soooo wasted".
Rose was still in the midst of trying to make a big a deal as possible out of this when her mom started rubbing her legs together as she stretched, sliding her heels off. Her bare feet peeked out of a long pair of black leggings.
"Please, pumkin…"
Watching her mother in this hopeless state had a disarming effect on her. The poor lonely woman just wanted a massage, and who else was going to give it to her? No one, that's who.
"Well alright, just for a while, okay?"
"Ten minutes."
"Five!"
"Mmm, five and a half…"
"Well fine, whatever you say."
Rose began to scoot over so she was positioned opposite to her mother. Her mom's legs were long enough for her feet to reach Rose's lap, as she lazily dropped them down between Rose's legs.
With a sigh, Rose lifted them up, cradling the heel in her hands. She pushed her legs together and placed her mom's feet down in her lap. Her feet were warm and soft to the touch, and pale as usual, primly kept, with tasteful black polish on her toenails.
Carefully Rose started to run her fingers up the side of her mom's feet before digging her thumbs into her soles. It felt incredibly soft to the touch. The pair of feet in her lap responded by gently flexing under her fingers as Rose moved her hands up gradually, massaging as she went, and rubbed gently along the squishy part of her toes. The sounds this coaxed from her mother in turn tried to coax a blush from her cheeks, one that she tried desperately to push back.
"Unh, honey, did I ever tell you…"
"What, mom."
"I used to know a man who could do amazing things to my feet…"
"I know, mom."
"Made me feel special-"
"You told me, mom."
A hint of a shameful blush flourished on Rose's cheeks. Mom relaxed further as she drunkenly reminisced, sliding down to the edge of her seat.
"He would… do my feet for hours… just the feet, nothing else…"
Her left foot wandered up Rose's right arm, and started to sort of rub her shoulder.
"And I would just… lose it…"
"Mom, will you at least let me do this right?" Rose spoke hurriedly.
She turned slightly, trying to get a hold of her mom's rogue foot by the ankle, but instead she only nudged it due to the awkward angle, causing it to make contact with her right cheek. Mom's foot took it as a signal to move from her shoulder to her face, as if it has a life of its own.
Slowly but firmly mom started rubbing her sole across Rose's cheek.
"Mom!"
Rose kinda shook her head and tried to nudge it off with her shoulder, but her mom's foot only smushed against her cheek harder before moving up and wedging her toes into Rose's hair.
"Mom, please stop, you're messing up my hair." Rose let go of her mom's right foot to grab a hold of the left one currently harassing her face, but it only prompted the dormant one to slide up her stomach and graze her boobs with her toes. Needless to say Rose immediately focused all of her attention back towards the foot in her lap.
"Hey! Cut it-"
Mom's left foot makes a sudden shift down across Rose's face, pressing her entire sole flat against it. Suddenly all she can do is notice how nice they smell. The foot in her face, mom's foot, it's so nicely perfumed, a scent she'd long associated with her mother, and now that motherly smell hit her again. And it felt so warm, so soft…
She was brought out of this short moment as her mom's foot clumsily rubbed along the corner of her mouth, smearing her black lipstick halfway across her cheek
"Mom!"
Responding to the call, mom's foot shifted back across her mouth, covering it entirely now. With a well-placed push, she forced her soft sole against Rose's unwary lips, effectively forcing a kiss.
Rose just blinked with a face now turning red, as again the perfume hits her. The sight of her mom's pale sole, now adorned with a fresh dab of black lipstick, eclipses her view. Her feet look immaculate, she thought. Nothing wrong with noticing that. It was a cold hard fact. And her mom was kind of a stone cold fox.
Meanwhile, in an unguarded moment, mom's right foot freed itself from Rose's limp grasp and was lifted up, joining the other in rubbing gently against Rose's forehead. The other wiggled its toes along her chin. For a moment all Rose felt were feathery strokes and caresses all across her face from her mother's warm and soft pair of feet - it had her stunlocked and she didn't fully understand why.

Mom's blatant cooing brought Rose back to reality. Focusing her vision beyond the soles in her face, she noticed her mom, completely red in the face, barely even awake. She's as drunk as she'd ever seen her, murmuring to herself and barely even conscious it seemed.
"M-mom," she stammered.
Dear god, she's actually getting off to this. This has to stop. It has to.
"Mo-mph!"
She pressed down on Rose's lips with the ball of her foot, wiggling her toes up against her nose, and stretched out her leg, pushing her foot forward. One of her toes got partially lodged against one of her nostrils, wanting to force its way inside though it didn't quite fit.
The perfumed scent was just intoxicating in this area. Rose, her speech cut off, made a few halfhearted attempts to resist, but her mom's feet persisted, titillated by the tickly sensation of having a soft face to rub all over. Before she even realized it and without letting it seem too obvious, Rose subtly inhaled as deeply as she could. Mom's other foot now started caressing her cheek in a comforting - yes, motherly - fashion.
God, you're just going to let this happen, aren't you, she thought to herself. Yet at the same time she knew she'd let this go on for too long for her to be able to back down.
what if i
just
kind of

Slowly Rose parted her lips and brushed the tip of her tongue against the ball of mom's foot. The flavor wasn't particularly strong but with every second the scented perfume became more and more overpowering, almost strong enough to taste. With her conscience screaming bloody murder, Rose's eyes slid shut as she stuck out her tongue a little bit further, intending to carefully place another modest dab. As usual her mom's feet had something else in mind and the foot still pushed up against her nose promptly dragged down along her face and across her tongue, turning that subtle dab into a vulgar lick that ran all the way from her mom's sole to her toes.
Rose's neck went limp as her mom's toes twiddled on the tip of her tongue, interested by this new appendage they had found. Mom sighed audibly as she forcefully rubbed her sole against it, delighted to feel its smooth, warm, wet texture against the bottom of her sensitive soles, feeding Rose back her own lipstick in the process. With her mouth wide open, Rose's eyes fluttered and sounds of light adolescent grunting escaped from the back of her throat. Her young mind short-circuited, a boatload of sexual repression coming undone right there and then. Sensing the warmth of Rose's breath, mom moved her toes towards Rose's mouth and gingerly inserted several toes. Rose immediately closed her lips around them and went into a gentle sucking, slipping her tongue across her mom's toes, feeling the texture of her toeprint against the tip of her tongue and the hard, smooth surface of her glistening toenails against her teeth. Rose began inhaling audibly through her nose, her hands reaching up to caress her mom's feet affectionately, her motions becoming more unashamedly sexual. She was losing herself, her body way too hot for her clothes, the mounting urge to just take them off and finish this was about to reach a breaking point - right before mom's squirming feet withdrew her toes from Rose's mouth and went back to petting her head. With half-lidded eyes, Rose's head went limp as her mom's feet cradled it, rolling it around in their restless grasp, petting it, stroking it, massaging it with the same carefree abandon as before.

This was her chance to back out, to make it all undone and prevent imminent disaster. Rose knew this and part of her yelled out to do it, to take the opportunity, to just stop now, run back to her room and start crysturbating furiously and contact a shrink at the same time. But that part of her was now miles away, and no matter how hard it yelled, it was not going to get through to her. Almost immediately, she grabbed one of mom's feet by the ankle with her left hand, brought it to her face and started licking her sole furiously, as she slid her right hand between her thighs, moved it up her skirt and started riding it carelessly.

Mom's drunken, sleepy cooing intensified as Rose's tongue vigorously explored her foot, dragging and probing across her soles, between her toes, her lips leaving a flurry of black lipstick kisses across its pale surface which only made it look sexier somehow. Rose's body was shaking heavily as her hips tried to find rhythm, grinding against her massaging hand as they did. Again she pressed her mom's toes against her nose and inhaled deeply, before lowering them and catching them in her mouth, where they wiggled contently on her eager tongue. Moving faster and more rhythmically in tune with her body, Rose's eyes fluttered again as the first waves of orgasm came over her, her body hot and spastic. She moaned gently against her mom's toes, trying desperately to stifle herself and failing miserably at that.
But she could feel this was not the end. Lifting her mom's foot up higher, she positioned herself almost entirely beneath it, placing the plump heel into her eager mouth reducing her to a pedestal. Gently she used her teeth in playful biting and kissing mom's heel. Massaging her crotch though her panties, she was already at the brink of her second climax.

"Sweetie…" mom mumbled. It was enough to almost give Rose a heart attack. Quickly she dropped her mom's foot as it plopped down in her lap, and she stared at her mom, eyes wide. Her mom's eyes were still closed but her more guided movements signified that she was probably emerging from her stupor.
But Rose, trembling with mounting arousal, hadn't finished yet.

Questions raced through her mind as she sat doubting, still with one hand between her legs and her mom's feet in her lap. Her body was screaming for her to finish, but would she make it in time? Would her mom wake up during? Would her mom even remember what happened if she did? Had she been semi-conscious the entire time and would she remember everything anyway?

Again, mom stretched as she almost slid off her seat, one eye popping open groggily before closing again.  Rose sat motionless across from her, monitoring her closely with unblinking eyes and parted lips, still panting from the climax she had just endured and was in the process of reviving. Her right hand continued to slowly massage her crotch, even now as she just sat and watched her mom's slumbering face. Her stupid, pretty face. Rose realized she could get off to just this, just sitting and looking at her, and that realization was equally off-putting as it was arousing.

An idea came to her. Moving closer to the edge of her seat, Rose brought her mom's feet closer in her lap, until they almost touched her belly. Carefully, Rose parted her legs, allowing one of her feet to slide down between them.

It was a gamble, but it paid off.
Pushing her pelvis forward, Rose pushed her mom's sole against her moist crotch. Hitting a new low, she closed her legs around it and just started grinding against it. Now stuck in this warm, new place, mom started wiggling her toes and felt around, unwittingly massaging her daughter's willing vagina in return. Rose placed one hand on the foot and pushed it against her for increased friction, trying desperately with one index finger to pull aside the panties which were now wedged between her lips, with mixed results. For a moment, they made direct contact down there, skin to skin.

That was it for her. The moment she had made it up that hill and, after teetering on the edge for a second or two, accomplished her second orgasm, she bolted off the couch, dropping her mom's feet in her warm seat, ran upstairs on wobbly legs and locked herself in her room, all while still in the process of climaxing incessantly. She dove under the covers of her bed and started crying, her hand cupping her crotch and resuming its restless massaging. Her body went into a rhythmic swaying as she murmured softly to herself, the voice of reason that was once so far away, now bolstered and shouting down her ear like a relentless drill sergeant. If it was possible to hate herself to death, Rose would have double-died right there and then.

Downstairs, mom slowly slid off her seat and banged her butt on the floor, waking her in confusion. Her feet were still on the seat before her, bare, feeling rough and a little moist - probably some perspiration since it was indeed a bit warm in there. She wiggled them as she tried to remember what happened. She got on her feet and made her way to the bedroom to get some proper rest, passing Rose's door when she finally remembered - Rose giving her a reluctant massage like she'd requested.

"Thanks, honey!" she said as she knocked on her daughter's bedroom door. There was no reply, though she could've sworn she heard some kind of muffled animal whimpering somewhere in the house.