Hi, I'm Mike. I’m an average 16 year old kid with a mix Native American white ancestry. I live over at the state New Mexico in a good part of town. I'm doing pretty well at school, a B average student in fact. I'm quite athletic actually, thanks to your devotion to Football, I do best as a Runner Back thanks my 5'6 stature. I'm definitely lean and strong if I do say so myself and thanks to powerful genes from my family. To tell the truth I'm not in the best moods right now.

Quite strange, it was a Friday. School was good today, aced a test even. Coach let us out early and here I am walking up the hill towards my house. But even with that, I was in a sad mood, recently my step dad just died from a car accident. Not only that but he was a cool dude. Me, my older sis Rebecca and younger sister Alicia liked him a lot. Mom is probably taking it the hardest herself but she doesn't show it much.

Here I am, a sweet Friday with nothing planned for Saturday and Sunday. I opened the door and pushed it open softly. "Hello. Anyone here," I yelled, strangely enough there wasn't a response. I was sure Alicia should be here by now until I remembered she was having a sleep over at a friend’s house tonight. "Perfect." I muttered. I adore my little sister. A little talkative yeah but she looks up to me like a role model.

I close the door behind me and slowly stepped inside. The house was old, most of it was wood accept the bedrooms and kitchen which had carpet installed a year back. We moved here two years ago, just after mom and dad got married. My gaze transfer to a family picture on the wall, it was a picture of all of us when we went to a camping trip last summer. "Miss ya Frank." I sometimes call him by his first name when we're having one those bonding moments. I found it a waste of time...but now I'm happy I did them.

I continued into the living room as I dropped my book bag at the front of the stairs. Fell onto the couch, grabbing the remote on the coffee table between you and the TV. I began my endless and futile activity of channel surfing until finally and settled with some cartoons. I sat up on me ass and sat cozily back into the couch. My eyelids began to feel a little heavy. It’s hard to get enthralled by the redundant Bugs and Daffy predicaments. And soon enough I was off to dream land.

I was dreaming of something, for some strange reason I was standing in my house. And then all of a sudden I was somewhere else. The floor under me was full of rocks and the floor was filled with chips, dimples and brownish. I look around before seeing something shocking, I was in the hallway of my own house but a giant version of it. I barely can register how small I am when this huge boom snapped me out of my awe. The ground under me shook as the pebbles along with my own feet quivered. Coming down towards me were the largest feet I ever saw.

And before I can figure out whose feet they were another boom knocked me on my ass. The giant foot landed right before me as the toes began to flex up and slam heavily into the ground. The sole flatten across the ground until the toes flexed back and clenched tightly, wrinkling the soles before me. I stare at the dirt and debris covered sole as it rose upward, engulfing me in a shadow. Rocks, dirt, debris rained down all around as the foot moved above me. The toes wriggling around the whole time as the beautiful wrinkled and folded. It hung there above me for a moment before falling.

I woke up with a start, my head fuzzy and confused as I looked around my dark environment. I quickly noticed the TV was horrendously loud and when I tried to get off the couch. I found myself sitting on the floor in fact enclosed in complete darkness by this strange fabric. Thick threads wounded around each other as I looked around me in complete confusion. The roof of my environment was closed in pretty close to me, forcing me on my knees as I tried to get up.

I found a glint of light in this strange cave as I tried to crawl towards it. The floor was horrible cruel, difficult to climb over with the roof enclosed on my back. Finally, I reached my exit but it wasn't what I expected. I stood up in my naked glory facing this crumbled red mound and still I can make out the horribly loud TV. The floor was this weird brown cushion like my coach. With no answers in sight, I decided to climb this red mound finding it flabby. The flood of folds and wrinkles in this crumble mound proved to be an obstacle but I scaled it either way till I made quite the distance of forty yards I guess.

Finally, I reached the top and turned, what I saw wasn't what I expected. I looked down at the waist of my jeans that I figure was the cave I exited out of. The rest of it spilled over what was the edge of the couch that seemed to be the size of a whole neighborhood or two. And up ahead were the community size coffee table and the obnoxiously huge and loud TV. I fell to my butt speechless. I literally expected me to wake up from this strange dream like the last one. But the fact that nothing was happening and I was not waking up began to scare me.

And the fact that I shrunk to less than an inch...or less than half an inch dawned on me. I look down at an orange stain from lunch and instantly found out how small I was…a quarter of an inch. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled with all my might as I began to take rapid breaths of fear and confusion. I jumped up on my feet before my unstable platform sunk below me and sent me tumbling down the folded and winkle mound. Luckily, I was caught in a scoop a few yards away from hitting the less soft couch.

"You got to be fucking kidding me. Out of all things I shrink to a quarter of an inch!" I yell to myself as I climb out of the scoop and landed on the couch. I looked into the dark cavern that was my pants before I began walking towards the open space up a head. "Seriously, how the hell does a sixteen year old shrink." I rage as I exit the trench of my clothes. Now that I was out in the open, I really got hit hard by this feeling of smallness. I scratch the back of my head as I looked down at the floor.

"Damn it...how the hell is I suppose to live my life now. What about my folks." I sighed, I remember back on these stories I read on the web. They were based on people who shrink and have to get the attention of normal size people. "Oh great how the hell am I suppose to do that. Those were just stories this is real life." I sighed, well soon enough I was going to find out anyway when I heard the jingling of keys and what could only be the front door swinging open.

"Hello! Anyone home!" The voice of my mom was like music to my ears but than again, I'm a quarter of an inch tall now. Desperately I look around, I was out in the open and with the TV on, and she should be attracted to that. My heart started to pump as I realize maybe I might be rescued much more easily than I thought.

“Nobody home?” My mother’s sweet but tremendously loud voice made the TV sound mediocre. I heard the loud clattering of something as large as a ship fall to the wooden floor down the hallway. I can only guess she forced off her high heels as her monstrous steps soften…well until she exited out into the living room. From my position, I watched star struck as my titanic 5’11 mom walked into view from beside the couch.  She was like a landscape, a moving mountain of female motherly dominance. Not only that, but my mom is smoking hot and still quite young.

Her hair was dark, a mix between black and brown but on the darker side as it flowed wave like around her neck, and down her back. Her face was well painted with make up but even without it. She was beautiful, a tan heart shape face with nicely curved and thick lips. A button nose, large eyes with a green complexion. My eyes lingered at her dark red moist lips before falling down her elegant neck and into her large bust.

I remember how my friends always be asking me if my mom tits were real for D-cups. I told them yes and based on my “small” predicament. They were more large and enchanting than ever. I backed up a bit as I looked down at her hands propped up on her nicely wide hips, her nails nicely done dark red. My eyes followed down her lovely thick legs before quickly back up to her disappointed face. I can guess she just came from work, wearing a tight black button up shirt and black skirt with black fish net stockings over her legs. My mom always had this knack to dress to impress, using her extreme curves to her advantage. Especially with that shirt that always, seem to jut her breasts into your face. As her son, I’m quite protective when my jerk senses start tingling.

She was simply standing there, a scowl on her red lips and her hands upon her curved hips.  She was scanning the mess I left with my sudden shrinkage, probably thinking up a good punishment.  I myself just stood there, gawking at her when all of a sudden her twitching eyes landed on me. My heart froze still, sweat beaded down my skin. Its one thing to have a naturally towering mom glared down at you but when she’s a complete landscape I felt like dying there on the spot. Her gaze shifted off me and at my clothes and instantly I let out a sigh of relief. Until my mom’s thunderous but honey like voice took my attention in a split second.

“Goodness grace can this boy ever give me a break.” She thundered as she walked around in front of the couch. Her every step was a boom like lightning splitting a tree. I could only view from her knees and up. But as she towered over me completely, I couldn’t even see her face past those massive mammaries. With the TV playing, the light from behind my mom casted a tremendous shadow. It easily swallowed me up as I simply stood there, still star struck. Her complete goddess like presence made me feel small, feeble, and insignificant, like a bug with an impossible mission. Am I that small that she can’t even see me?

“Seriously, I can understand leaving your clothes around your room but on the couch now.” My mom raged as her very voice rattled my entire being. I watched as her hands left her sides as she bent down towards the piles of clothes on the couch. Her arms seemed too huge to be moving that fast. From my view, my mom’s left arm came down at my side as it gathered up the clothes quickly. Again making me feel small, half an hour ago the waist of my pants was a cave. I looked up and watched as her breasts were affected by gravity as it bulged out. I didn’t know how her shirt or bra could hold those monsters but hell they must be having a difficult time doing it.

It was then I remembered I needed to get her attention and felt quite stupid standing here simply watching.  I needed her help. No matter how scary she is, she wouldn’t hurt her only boy in such a situation once she sees me completely. As fast as I can I sprinted towards her arm, if I’m fast enough I can grab a hair on her hand. But of course, I was far too late as she gathered up the hills of clothing and turned away with a booming step. But I couldn’t help but continue running, she’s going to turn around soon enough. If I jump around and raise my arms maybe she will see me. Still her shadow completely engulfed me when I heard another step and looked up. Now, another one of mom’s great features is her thick and largely curved ass.

I stopped running and faced the massive body part. Skirt seemed to rise over the two cheeky mounds. And thanks to that, I was rewarded with a great view of my mom’s panty sucked into her hungry crack. The juicy tan skin of ass seemed to shimmer with richness as my own eyes couldn’t help but be glued to it. My mom’s entire backside was facing me when she did something glorious. Slowly, she bent over as her skirt screeched over her thick ass. The full glory of her rump was exposed to me as something responded in my crotch. She was wearing dark red panties and with my mother’s motion, they were sucked in even more.

“Darn it, why did he have to drop the darn remote on the floor.” My mother’s voice rumbled when she bent her knees. And her ass cheeks spread apart as her ass zoomed closer over me. As if, it was growing even bigger. She lowered it so low that her cheeks hit the cushions as the couch began to whine. I was directly in her crack as I was completely engulfed into her backside. I wanted to step in, touch the flesh, and be completely smothered by it. Adsorbed into the darkness of her ass as each of her steps shake me about and swallow me deeper and ever deeper. But I didn’t, I stood there as her ass zoomed out and I was able to see the light of the TV again between her legs.

Her ass rose up above me back to its original height. I continued stare directly into the dark, hungry cavern of my mother’s crack that nearly made a snack of me. Not even a snack…a crumb. Now listen here, I’m a quarter of an inch. Standing nearly under my mom, her rump was somewhat five hundred feet up above me, then twenty feet away, than back up there in the heavens. The sheer hugeness of it all was overwhelming as for that whole moment I forgot she was my mother. My instincts kicked in and I had a desperate need to bang this huge ass. But of course, my mom eventually found the remote and rose up.

I was stilled pulled in as her cheeks smacked quite loudly. Her butt muscles squeezed tightly as it smothered her panties deep into her crack. It was completely gone as all that was left was my mom’s complete bronze ass. “Kids seem to be gone, guess I can finally relax for the night.” My mother rumbled as she stretched her arms up and gave out an atmosphere shaking yawn. And then my world turned over, as her butt was starting to grow again. No, it was falling directly towards me and it wasn’t stopping.

“Oh god ye-no!!” Even my own mouth was left slack jaw, a bit memorized by the whole event.  But of course the rest of my body was up to date and I bolted for my only way to salvation. Forward! I know she’s going to sink her butt deep into the back of the couch. I was close to the front but still in danger. I pumped my legs as hard as I can, my eyes staring upward as my mom’s ass passed over me. But I was still under her as I looked forward towards my exit. This was going to be a close one as I let out a warrior like cry and lunged forward. I felt like I missed death by a centimeter. In fact, I actually did as my mom’s complete mountainous weight fell on the couch. It screamed like a banshee from hell as it adsorbed my mother’s weight, her ass pushing deep into the cushions.

Me, myself escaped right into the salvation between her legs, her crotch directly above me. The floor below me sunk in towards my mother’s mass as I seemed to be sucked in as well. Only tumbling into my mother’s crotch. My mother let out a strident sigh as the couch seemed to scream some more as she unwind completely and allow the couch to take her weight. I sat there, my back against her as I looked up. Her womanhood was directly above me as I smelt the strong scent of her sex. I trembled, huffing and puffing and covered in cold sweat. I wanted to move from this place, I’m right under my mother’s…entrance. The thought made me squirm but just a minute ago, I was staring up her glorious ass.

Glorious? “What the fuck is with me?” I pulled my legs in, knees to chest as I took the chance to rest. A simple motion of sitting down nearly ended her only son but in the mean time. Her son in perilous danger took the time to stare at her own ass. “Man…this is not going to be easy is it?” I was simply speaking to myself as I looked up. The front of her skirt hung over with her warm fleshy thighs at each of my sides like a widening cavern. Her sex directly behind/above me and the light and noise of the TV flooded in through the entrance.

I was still in the sinkhole caused by my mother’s weight as her crotch suddenly scooted forward. I wasn’t just pushed over but pinned under her crotch and pressed into the threading of the couch. Then it scooted back before the screaming and quaking of the couch only meant my mom was digging her ass deeper into the cushions. It was a habit of hers to twist her ass around, punishing the couch as I was taken along the ear splitting ride. Once she stopped, completely comfortable now. I freed myself from under her and swiftly scrambled up and out of the incline and out towards freedom. It was a bit of a walk as I exited out of the cavern of my mom’s legs and faced the coffee table and behind that the giant box of a TV.

I stood there, naked, basked in the light of the TV. My mother sitting behind me without a clue. Her tremendous size a complex landscape meaning only one thing. I have to climb. “Why…why in ever shrinking situation the little dude got to climb.” I sighed as I looked towards my right, the warm mass of my mother’s thigh sunk into the couch as well. It was massive, thick but with traces of muscle cuts from constant jogging and exercise. The thing about my mother, nobody can call her fat. She’s tall, a bit overweight yes but her thickness added into her curves and the rest into her ass and breasts. Creating a rare kind of woman that beats most models who sacrifice curves and juiciness for thinness.

My mom always knew she was a hell of a woman but now that’s going to prove as an obstacle. I stared into her thigh, through the fish net stockings and at her tanned, light bronze skin. I was breathing hard, trying to psyche myself up like I always do in football. But this was different…this was life or death as I finally got that in my head. I ran forward, expecting the incline as I slid down the slope caused by the tremendous weight of her thigh. As I hit the fishnet, I reached my hands pass the net and grabbed a handful of her thigh’s flesh. It was resilient, a layer of fat and muscle behind it. I pulled apart the fishnet as I closed my face in and kissed her flesh.

I knew it was impossible for her to feel it but it was more like for good luck. “I love you mom and I'm sorry for being a peeping Tom but please...don’t kill your only son!” I yelled out, as if she could hear. I looked up hoping to have my spirit lifted by her beautiful face but only to meet the bottom of her bust. No worries, soon enough I’ll be seeing that face close up if I don't die in the process. And thus, I kissed my mother's flesh again and began my quest to her face.

Now imagine, the thread of the stocking was more than my own width. I'm tiny, strong and energetic so it should be a easy climb right? I licked my lips from the tingling of kissing my mom’s thigh as I jumped up on the single thread. “Well this part will be easy.” I smiled, as I began the climb slow, the threading of this one rope was a bit loose. These stockings are old anyway as I made quick work of it. On the mean time, I kept looking back at my mom but her huge bust keeps getting in the way. I sighed, “I’ll see her face eventually.” Funny thing is, it’s been few minutes of climbing, and I still haven’t reached up half way up her massive thigh.

When I thought I was getting some good progress something made me pause. She was leaning a bit on the thigh I was on, sinking the weight of her right ass cheek and leg into the couch. I looked down as the sinkhole deepened under her as the couch screamed horrendously. And then I heard something, it was like a rumble that was being emitted from my mother's stomach. It was getting louder and louder until...a loud rupture of gas was released, completely catching me off guard. “Ahhhh.” My mother sighed happily, as she released a monstrous fart she was probably holding in all day.

Me, myself was stunned by the volume of the fart and its own suddenness and once it came out. My mom popped her leg up a bit which was a huge movement to me. I instantly let go of the string and fell back into the sinkhole of her thigh. The landing wasn’t painful but stunning as I quickly began climbing out before I was sucked in under her thigh. I fell on my knees, huffing and puffing from the fall when the smell kicked in.

“OH GOD!” I yelled as I covered my nose by the nauseating gas.

“Oh man that’s a definite stinker.” My mother voice was raised a notch than usual. I could tell she was giggling through that immensely loud voice of hers but as I looked up. Her breasts moved in rhythm with her laugh, like two hills jumping up and down. That stopped quickly as she let out a moan, her stomach growled like a monster as foreign alien sounds were emitted.

“I got to move.” I said to myself because I knew a series of quaking farts are going to follow this one. Like aftershocks from an earthquake but in huge human form. I struggled to my feet as I stumbled towards the thigh again when the left thigh began to sink into the couch behind me. The one I was going to moved upward like a thick heavy door being pulled into the roof. I was entranced by the motion, it seemed so heavy and immense, but it moves up by itself. It moved up till the floor under me was even as I continued walking towards it. I was a foot away as I stretched out my arm.

Sadly, I didn’t make it as I heard another rumble, much louder than the last one when my mother let out another fart, far bigger than the last one. “Whew man this next one going to be a killer. Might want to invest in a gasmask!” My mother’s voice thundered jokingly in my confused head as the gas ruptured out of the lips of her anus. Freeing itself from the crack of her ass as it followed the given path my mom gave it. Right towards me, and thus I was swept away by a current of my mother’s gas as it smothered me in its stinky heat. I flew past the couch ledge as things seem to slow down until gravity jumped in and fell to my imminent doom. I looked to my right of my flailing arm as I saw the wall of my mother’s calf, like a building, the fishnet acting as windows as I fell and fell. And leading to her calf, and below her ankles was my mother’s lovely size ten and a half feet. But before I could see them, everything turned black and I was out.

My eyes fluttered open when this sudden boom shook me up a bit. I rose up as I listened to the strident falls that could only be my mom’s footsteps as her titanic mass was making her way somewhere. All I knew was the immense footfalls were softening but I couldn’t see where she was going as it appears I’m trapped somewhere. Her steps shrank in volume and vibrations until it finally disappeared completely. Wherever she went to, she’ll be back as I still heard the obnoxious sounds of the TV.

My eyesight was blurry but I was somewhere dark I can tell. By the smell of it had a horrible odor, not as bad as my mom’s fart though as I reflected on it a bit. I couldn’t believe it but I was carried by a wind of gas by my own mom. Everyway I looked at it was funny and amazing at the same time. When I finally decided to stand, I stood up shakily at first as my eyesight soon returned. I looked around and found myself surrounded by high rising walls that rose above me.

The floor below me was black with some huge emblem that was too huge to read. Up above me there was a certain circular exit up to the world outside. It didn’t take me long to figure it out once I looked behind me and found a huge pitch black cave. I was in my own shoe. Once I figured that out my only objective was getting out this smelly and sweaty place. As I jogged towards the closet wall, I found a bit of my body stiff and in pain. From a fall like that, I'm surprised I'm still breathing let alone have the ability to walk. I could think about it a bit longer if I wanted to but I learned from early struggles that if life gives you some slack don’t question it.

Once I hit the wall, I took advantage of my worn out shoes as the fabric was quite torn apart and stretched. There were a lot of small pocket holes I could use as I began my great scale up and out. But compared to my mother's dominating height, this is nothing. I moved fast, taking no time to rest as my well conditioned body worked as hard as I could. Soon enough I reached the top climbed up on the seam and took a small break. I looked around a bit, then down at the floor which seemed to be a good drop if I didn't fell from the couch earlier. I looked up at the couch from where I dropped, my eyes widen as I saw how far I had gone. “Lady Luck must be on my side.” I smiled, certainly, if I hit the wooden floor I'll be no more.

Before I began my descent down, my ears heard the audible booms of footfalls. I could feel the vibrations of my titanic mother’s movement through the shoe even. The booms were getting louder as she walked out of the kitchen. I stared at her wide eye. It was truly amazing how big she was especially with the amount of distance she was away from me. As she walked, she walked with a well perfected swag. Her hips in smooth motion as every step got her butt cheeks moving. She walked with a certain balance upon her feet as she made her way across the room with two cans of beer in her hands. Her steps were loud and noticeable but that was a huge distance away from me as she disappeared behind the couch and probably down the hall.

Once she disappeared, I was back to work as I continued my descent down upon the back of my shoe. I had to be quick before she comes back but I still had to be careful. A wrong step and I could be tumbling to my doom and this time I might not make it with only a few sores. I climbed quickly, making good progress when I heard my mother’s return. I descended even faster until I reached the sole of the shoe, it was a twelve feet drop as I let go and hit the ground. I rolled off my feet, onto my back as it broke up the momentum before I landed on my ass.

But by the time, I was on the floor my mother stood there across the room. Her hands holding two cans of beer as she was looking down at…me. No, she was looking down at my shoes she must have missed before. But suddenly her large dark red lips formed a smirk as I could only guess what she was planning to do. I hit my feet as fast as I can and when I started my sprint. She was already making her way here. As I ran, I looked at her with widening eyes as the mountain of a mother crossed the distance like nothing. Her huge mass and heavy footfalls shook the earth under my own feet as her deafening steps rang through my ears.

I watched as her absurdly huge presence was drawing closer and closer as she seemed to start growing even bigger. Her beautiful eyes simply stared at my shoes as she walked seductively, stalking her prey. Her hips followed each step expertly as her huge mammaries swayed, bulged, and bounced with each step. Like frightening huge domes trying to escape their prison. They soon blocked my mother’s face as she came up upon me. Her last step was a bit more forceful as I felt the ground under me shake. Thus, I finally fell as I turned around and watched when I noticed how much distance I made from the shoe. Only thirty yards which sounds like much but isn’t.

I was still scarily close to the shoe as my mother’s right foot fell to the ground near me. I closed my eyes as I rid along the shake of her booming steps. The sheer volume of it was incomprehensible, as my teeth rattled and my spine quivered. I opened my eyes as I watched the massive right leg pull back, the toes of my mother’s right foot wriggled excitedly. As her right foot swung forward and collided into my shoe. I watched, like someone would watch two trucks crashing together. My shoe which was like a huge arena was sent flying by the unfathomable force of my mother’s kick. It was like a bomb, the air quivered as I grasp my ears tightly from the volume of the hit.

I watched my shoe sailed through the air until it was out of sight. I listened to it crash somewhere in the corner of the room. “GOAL,” My mother’s voice rumbled around me as my attention snapped back to my mom’s foot as it hung up in the air for a bit. My breathing sped up as I stared at my mother’s falling foot, as her toes began to uncurl. I had a glimpse under her beautiful sole until her foot landed.  I continued watching, she leaned a bit on her foot as her huge beautifully pedicure toes flexed upward. Her toenails painted dark red, as she stretched her huge toes up before slapping them back to the ground.

I was so enthralled by her right foot I nearly missed her left leg lifting off the ground. It pulled back before kicking my other shoe across the room. It then landed on the ground with all the volume and tremble of a bomb. My mother’s feet occupied the space my shoes had once taken. I could only view the side of my mother’s right foot but if I could, I could stare at it all day. Her feet were beautiful as the creamy bottom of her soles pushed out a bit across the ground as it flattened over the earth. Her toes moved occasionally, twitching and flexing as the house size appendages made themselves known. The size of her foot alone was nearly the size of a whole football field. It was even more amazing with her toes sticking out of the fishnets as the net coursed around her foot and up her legs.

I steered my eyes from her lovely feet and up her ankle and muscled calf, up her thigh and into her skirt. I could see no more than her elbow after that as her complete presence was too big for my view. Her supreme goddess like attendance stood over me, an ant, unnoticed and uncared for. She was so huge, so awe-inspiring that my endeavor to attain her supreme attention was impossible. That my life will end with a simple motion of my mother’s luscious body. I sat there under her, sulking in her presence, until finally my mother shuffled her feet a bit softer this time. Her right fell near me, a hundred feet away as her left fell a large distance away.

I looked up into her skirt, and enjoyed the view. But I got no response from my crotch, I couldn’t blame it. I was intimidated, scared, and pessimistic. I viewed her dark red panties between her thighs disappear into the crack of her ass. The front of her panties was strewn across the lips of her sex as I stared at it for a bit before she began to sit. Her whole bottom disappeared behind the couch as she sat. The couch screamed and whined in agony as my mother twisted her ass into the cushions like always. She tapped her feet upon the wooden floor as the booms stunned my deafen ears and shook me about.

What was a simple notion was quaking movement of epic proportions to me. Her toes tapped upon the floor like raging giants as I braced myself for what seemed like an eternity. It was actually a minute later until she calmed and flexed her magnificent toes. I watched from my position near her right foot as she lifted it off the ground. Dirt and debris fell from the bottom of her soles as she crunched her toes together and wrinkled her sole before stretching the house size appendages apart. She clapped the ground one more time before settling down but I was put on my back as I laid there tired and slightly deaf. "How the hell," I whispered, feeling the presence of defeat. 

On the mean time, my mom was settling into the couch with two beers upon the coffee table across her. I can hear the changes of the TV and the flicker of its light as I rested there for a moment staring up to the incomprehensibly far ceiling. By the time my ears felt alright, mom settled on a channel. And I was instantly disturbed by what I was hearing in an extra loud volume. From where I was, I couldn’t see the TV but I can tell what was going on. I heard the screaming of a woman, the moans of a man, and the constant thumping. “Why me?” I asked as I slowly stood to my feet.

Once I up, the blood in my body was taking a sec to flow to my brain before I began thinking again. Only to meet a sudden headache that I could tell was going to pain me for a while. But I started to rethink my plan as I looked into the arch of my mom’s gorgeous foot. I shook my head a bit, as I lightly slapped my cheeks to get focus. But I couldn’t. Either way I made my walk towards her foot as the large mass imposed upon me. The wall of her foot raised high up as it was fifty yards before I reached her big toe.

I walked all the way in front of her toe but as I made my way, my shaft was simply getting harder. The scent of her sweat and flesh was a heavy but intoxicating odor. I continued walking backwards as I faced her toes while I made some distance. It was fifty yards away before I stopped to simply stare into her elegant toes. Her toes were huge, daunting, and long, as well with well taken care of toenails that reach probably half an inch out passed her toes. My breaths deepen as I walked forward towards my mom’s big toe. At my size, it was like a whole house, in fact even bigger as her toenails hung over me.

I stopped, just before the flesh of her toe as I felt the feeling of insignificance towards this one part of her whole body. I was an ant to her and to me a goddess as I walked forward and hugged as much flesh as I can. I drove my cock into it while kissing her toe as my mind began to blank back to a strange period of my life. You’re probably wondering why the hell I’m in love with my mom’s feet. Well if there’s a good reason for that actually and it all started when I was ten.

At ten or maybe eleven, I discovered my first fetish. It turned out I was turned on by a woman’s feet. Of course, it can’t be any old crusty looking feet but well groomed, nice soles, long toes and well painted toenails. Everything you can love about a woman’s foot. But who spiked my interest. Well, quite simple really. My mom did, one day when I came home and she was laid out on the couch. Her ankles crossed as she crunched and wriggled her toes and she seemed to be irritated. As any good son, I asked what’s wrong. She was tired from work. Her feet were hurting, and there was a new guy in the salon who painted her nails the wrong color, dark red. I was probably attracted to them back then but didn’t really know it as I caught myself staring into her soles and toes a few times.

I sat on the end of the couch beside her feet and took an intrigue look at them, complimenting that dark red looked the best on her. Then with a sudden smile on her face, mom had an idea and asked me if I could rub her feet. The instant I touched her feet my crotch responded and the beginning of my sexual world started kicking. My mind was confused by it that first time but I continued massaging her feet thanks to the pleased responses of mom. After I done such a great job I contemplated on what happened back there when finally I looked on the internet and found all the amazing stuff it offers. And after that day, every occasion I would jump at the chance to rub her feet when she’s home, tired and on the couch.

Now it was simple back then but then like many fetishes it grew into something more as my attractions to women feet increased. Of course, out of all others my mom and my big sister had the best feet I seen around. My fetish turned into something more when big sis bullied me one day when I was twelve. It was my fault for spying on her but more on that story later. It was one hot summer day when I was fourteen. Something astronomical happened that even as much as I try. I could never forget.

All of a sudden, I was snapped from my thoughts and my love making to my mom’s toe when the enormous amount of force pushed against me. Her big toe, bigger than a house pushed forward and with me along with it. I was forced to grab as much flesh I can as me and her foot went on a ride when it abruptly stopped. Sent me flying off like a rag doll and through instinct I curled up and rolled a bit till I landed on my feet…anime style you can say. I was ten yards away from her toe and could just see past the overhang of her toenail to watch my mom’s vast arm move for the table.

Once she grasped what she wanted, the arm receded back and in her hand held a building size can of beer. Her right foot picked up slightly off the ground as it reversed back away from me. Once I caught my breath, I stared at her toes as they withered and stretched a bit before calming. I heard the snapping open of the beverage and the cool popping sound every cold can made. I focused my mind on my goal and got to my feet as I continued back to her toes. This time I slipped between the tiny space of her big and second toe. I took a deep whiff of the aroma and felt a bit claustrophobic in this cavern of her smelly toes. I reached the thick threading of her fish net in the crevice that ran between her toes as I began climbing.

It took a minute until I was out the crevice as I observed my long trek to her knee. I sighed, “Geez, such a long way to go,” I muttered. I decided it be easier to actually walk upon her foot then on the thread as I began my epic climb. The incline quickly grew steeper and steeper as I was forced back on the net and soon enough I reached the base of her ankle. Took a break since I knew the next half an hour or so is going to be none stop climbing. I looked down her foot as I rested on top a thread of her fish net. I had a great view of her toes as they occasionally stretched up, giving me a great look at her red toenails that grew past her toes. I might as well get climbing before I get too distracted.  So I did, but as I climbed and began thinking back on that one summer.

My mom just came back inside from mowing the lawn even though it was my chore to do. But I was busy on a project and so my mother offered to do it. Apparently, she forgot how hard of a job it is to mow our lawn. Coincidentally, the time I was done with the project my mom was done with the lawn.  I walked out of my room and down the stairs into the kitchen. Right when I reached the entrance of the kitchen the front door swings upon before being slammed closed. Mom walked down the hallway at my right and into the living room. I stopped and examined her from bottom to top. From her sweaty flip flop-wearing feet, up her slick legs and thigh high shorts, tight, breast and sweat stained grey shirt and her beautiful face and messy hair.

I watched amusingly as she let out a big sigh as she collapsed into the couch. Then almost comically, a huge fart erupted from her large behind as I stifled my giggles. “Uh man, the lawn is no joke!” She let out furiously, defeated, tired, and in much need of a shower.

“Well I guess you know what I have to go through.” I chuckled, forgetting a quick snack as I moved in like a shark. My attention was on her sweaty feet and toes that continually spanned and crunched. Her flip flops already on the floor as her visible soles wrinkled and rippled lovely. I took a chair from the dining table and sat beside the couch. Beside my mother’s feet, while her entire backside was towards me as she laid on her belly.

She looked back at me and I instantly stray my eyes at the table decorations. “How could you ever deal with such a troublesome chore?” She grunted, turning on her side with her head popped up with her hand. “For goodness sake it was like cutting through a jungle.” She let out a bit more humorously.

“I’ll say, but hey after a while you get use to it.” I smiled as I sneak a few glances at her stretching toes and back up her body. My eyes lingered a bit at her grey shirt which was already stained with sweat making her easily viewed breasts much easier to view.

“Well say that for your own self because this is the last time I’ll ever do that chore.” She sighed, lay on her back as she crossed her ankles, and faced her soles to me. I couldn’t help but get drawn in by them and unluckily she caught me staring. “Well buster.” An amused smirk erupted on her full red lips. “Get to work because mommy’s feet are really sore today!” She laughed as she scooted up the couch. She dropped her feet on my lap and instantly my crotch felt a little bit tighter.

“S-sure thing,” my voice seemed to tremble but fortunately, mom didn’t notice. Her feet were uncrossed and swaying about like jittery children. Her toes scrunched tightly as her soles wrinkled greatly. My hands shook a bit as I licked my lips.

“Well…what are you waiting for get to work or I’ll put you in a headlock.” She let out amusingly and once I heard that my fingers were diligently working on her left foot instantly. I fell under her head locks a few times and it’s nothing I would joke with. Once I felt the warm slippery skin of my mom’s feet between my fingers, my crotch got even tighter.  Drenched in sweat, my mom’s feet emitted an order only I could love. Skillfully I massaged my mom’s left foot first with both hands as I rubbed my thumbs into her soles and dug my fingers on the top of her foot. I then entwined my fingers between her elegant toes and forced them around as my mom let out sighs of content.

I couldn’t help lick my lips a bit, my mouth started getting watery. Ever since the humiliation my older sister gave me, I always wanted to kiss and lick my mom’s feet. It was gross to me at first but the urge to do it was growing stronger every day. Once I was done with her left foot, I felt compelled to kiss her big toe before continuing to her right and I nearly did it until something unexpected happened. My mom, in an act to get more comfortable pushed her right foot forward. Because of that, her heel pushed into my crotch and of course. “Ah,” I winced as my crotch tightened more from the unexpected push.

“What the hell.” My mom let out as she sat forward. Her eyes wide open as she looked confused at me. I on the other hand released her foot and sat back into the chair. My face felt hotter and hotter as the words oh no repeated in my head. I begged for my erection to go down instantly but it didn’t. Mom looked at me with a look I always imagined if she found out my dirty secret. Instead of pulling her feet away, she pushed her heel into my crotch even more which I responded accordingly.

“Are you having a boner?” She asked me in a hush tone of voice as if it was the biggest secret in the world. Her face calmed but looked at me with a questioning gaze.

It took me a while to respond till her gaze began to make my skin crawl. “Yeah,” I nodded.

“You’re having a boner while giving me a massage?” She asked rhetorically as she looked around to see if there was anything or anyone around. Once her heel backed off my crotch I let out a sigh of relief that was short lived. I began to sweat bullets when I made the mistake to look up into my mom’s deep green eyes as they stared sternly back. Her arms crossed at her chest as she looked at me like a convict. My heart started beating as I opened my mouth. My mind was blank and the words were stuck in my throat. Before I could even speak, she raised a hand. Her gaze softened, “Mike…is there something you would like to tell me?”

I felt stunned, should I be relieved or even more scared from that one question. All I could do now is answer her. “Y-yes,” my words trembled as did I. Her feet were still on my lap, ankles crossed as her toes flexed and crunched. I couldn’t help but look down at them but my stare was too long and when I looked up, I felt mom’s icy gaze watching my sin. “I-I’m…into feet…m-mom.” I murmured, hoping she didn’t hear that as my hands grasp the seat of the chair. I expected to feel a powerful punch or high rising kick across my face.

Like a year ago, I nearly drunk a beer can out of the refrigerator just to see how it taste. I didn’t know how but she some how snuck up on me and before my lips could even touch the open can. Her bare foot blew me across the jaw and sent me against the oven while the beer can fell to the floor and spilled all over the place. She was angry and stomped over me like a mighty giant thanks to my already short stature. She slapped me around a bit while yelling at me to never smoke or drink in my entire life. I cried a bit for her forgiveness but instead of getting sent upstairs, she hugged me tightly and apologized. She cleaned up the mess and we spent the rest of the evening watching Football. Either way my mom is beautiful, sweet, and scary with a black belt in Taekwondo.

“I-I’m s-sorry m-mom.” I always have this knack of stuttering when I’m in deep trouble.

Apparently apologizing was a bad idea as her glare deepened. There was silence for a moment but I was greatly relieved when I noticed I was still in one piece. If she wanted to, she could break me like a toothpick. Finally she spoke. “Well you should be sorry. All this time you been rubbing my feet and apparently you get a knack for it.” She spoke out a bit hurt which contradicted my fear, as if, this was a not so serious secret I was to tell her. It was hard to continue eye contact but if I didn’t I would only make things worst.

“Not only your feet.” I blurted out which turned her glare even worst. “I mean…I mean the first time I rubbed you’re feet got it started. I was just…you know…you might think of me of a pervert and stuff.” I could tell my face was very red right now and the room felt like it was getting hotter. I monitored her every facial expression as her own face lightened up but still had an authorial angry parental thing to it.

Then finally, her face lightened up. “Of course I’ll think of you as a pervert.” She smiled though that hurt me a bit inside. “But you’re my son nevertheless.” Her lips curled to a sweet smile as her face lightened into the beautiful fallen angel of a mother I always loved and occasionally feared. I laid back into my chair even more and let out a sigh of relief. What she said next got me by surprise. “So…is there anything you’ll like to do with my feet?” She asked cutely.

I looked at her confused and shocked. I didn’t know what to say as the mere mention of it made my crotch tightened. And since I was wearing loose shorts, mom noticed quite quickly. “I-uh,” I could only grunt unable to think what the right answer is.

“Well my little pervert of a son. I can tell you been dreaming about my feet so I could only presume you want to…say…kiss and lick them.” She sat up closer and still held an enchanting smile on her face. But this time her eyes were misleading, hungry, and predator like. “And mommy might let this one dream come true if…” She held her tongue on that if as I seemed to zoom closer while her feet were still on my lap. She placed a finger on her chin as she always did when she’s about to hook me into something. “If you do all my chores for the whole next month,” her face lightened into a cute puppy dog stare as she pouted her big red lips as if begging me to say yes.

I was still unsure of what to say. It’s true…I have been dreaming this for a long time but. It’s my mom’s feet and the sheer fact that she’ll let her own son lick and kiss her feet got me stunned there. And doing her chores plus mine for a whole month…as much as her feet smell good to me this smells rotten “Well-,” she cut me off before I could answer.

“And…I’ll do something just to show you how much your mom is okay with your fetish.” Her smile brightened as she hooked her arms under her breasts and pushed them up. She cocked her head to the side as her eyes seemed to water and her lips pouted cutely. My heart couldn’t help but get warmed and both of my heads agreed. But in the back of my mind, something was definitely wrong with this picture but I put that aside for now.

I didn’t even speak as I answered the proposal by removing the chair under me and sitting on the floor. Mom had a big smile on her face as I grasped her right foot and lifted it to my face. For a 5’11” woman she had size eleven and a half feet which were big compared to my face. I lowered her foot until her toes were under my nose and took a big whiff which smelt heavenly to me. I then raised her foot until her sole was lined up with my face. And I began, pressing my lips against the bottom of her heal and worked my way up. Kissing across her sole slowly and patiently as I mapped out what I wanted to do instantly.

Beginning from her heel I worked my way across her sole, I quickly noticed her foot wrinkling as my mom crunched and wriggled her toes excitedly. I kissed around the ball of her foot before moving down the arc and back around her heel. I lead my lips up the backside of her foot and up to her little toe. From there I kissed her toes repeatedly, up and down as I tasted the new dark red polish of her toe nails. After that, I kissed up upon the top of her foot and up till her ankle. I looked up to my mom’s face which held a quizzical smirk, as if rating my performance. I didn’t worry much about that as I rose the same foot back up with her sweaty sole at my face.

Through memory, I traced the path of my lips but this time with my tongue. Just like before, I began feverishly licking across the sole of my mom’s feet from the bottom of her heel. I licked around the ball of her foot and in between the crevices of her toes. Up and down her arc then across the back of her foot until I took a tiny breather before her toes. Her toes been wriggling eagerly, I didn’t have to look up to know my mom had a big smile on her face. Once I was ready, I started with her big toe and took the whole thing into my mouth and began sucking. I sucked and tasted the mixture of her sweat, body oils and flesh as well as the new nail polish. I nibbled a bit on her big toe then continued down the line. Up and down until I felt it was time to finish and stuck my tongue down between her toes as I cleaned out any tiny amount of lint. I licked my way up to her ankle before stopping.

Mom had crossed her legs before I even began as she looked down at me with a somewhat impressed gaze. “Well…not bad though you could have bit down a bit more on my sole and don’t be afraid to get hungry.” She chuckled but I responded with a certainly red blush. Apparently, I wasn’t the first to kiss and lick her feet. Once I had my breather I did the same on the left foot but added in my mom’s advice and caught her letting out a contented moan. Once I was down, I was pretty much out of breath and pretty surprised how much of my own saliva enveloped her feet. At the end, she had a big smile on her face. “Even though I’m your mom and everything, I must say, not bad, I envy the woman who falls in love with you.”

“Um, yeah whatever,” I responded, my face hot, I’m just happy to get that over with though it would probably plague me for a while, the fact that she allowed me to do it.

“Well, might as well repay you for your trouble.” My mom’s voice changed from being an angel to a seductive huntress when I looked up at her impish smile. I was still sitting on the floor when her left foot hit my chest and forced me to lie on my back. Her foot rested some of her weight on me, leaving me helpless when her right leg rested on the left. Her foot dangled above my face and as her toes waved at me at a sign of gratitude. Her legs then uncrossed as her right foot disappeared from my view.

“Mo-,” I was cut off from the sudden tug on my shorts. I felt the cool draft of air through my crotch as my cocked stood erected and free. My eyes widened even more like a deer caught in a car’s head light. I didn’t know what was going to happen until I felt the foreign touch of my mom’s saliva encrusted toes. I instantly I let out a moan as her toes worked up and down my shaft like fingers. Her left foot lifted off and joined her right at my crotch as they both began to work together. I was entrapped in complete ecstasy as pressure welled up in my cock till I finally blew and blacked out.

Hours later, I woke up on my bed and I could hear the loud commotions of my family downstairs. I sat up in my bed, surrounded by darkness as the events of what happened ran through my mind. As much as I tried to deny it, my mom just gave me a foot job.