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.