Ok folks, this is my first ever submission. This story is based in fact, with some creative liberties added.
"Fred, come here!" is what I heard. It was a warm summer day back in 1982. I was 13 years old, and first beginning to learn the joys of masturbation. I lived in Ohio at the time with my mother and step dad. I was outside mowing the yard, and had just shut off the lawn mower to take a water break. So I rolled my eyes, and came into the house. My mom had some of her issues of Cosmopolitan in her hand and appeared to be furious. I said, "What's up mom?" And She began to scream at me because some of her cosmo pages were either torn, or slightly stuck together. I pretended that I did not know anything about it, of course. No boy at that time wanted his mom to think he was beating off, especially towards her magazines.
Eventually, I guess my mom bought my story, because she settled down. And I was quite thankful about that, because I did not want her to realize that the pages that were really messed up were the ones where the models had on no shoes. I was beginning to realize it, at 13 years old, but I was developing a foot fetish. I found myself reading erotic stories about footjobs, toe sucking, and the like. I found myself scanning all the adult magazines in search of the women without shoes on. Porno movies that my step dad had did not interest me unless the woman being fucked was barefoot. As a pre-teen for some reason feet was all that ever interested me. Now as a man, thankfully, it is not an all encompassing obsession, but I still love to lick, suck, and touch a woman's foot. I love it, but don't have to have it like I did as a kid.
I went back outside to finish the yard, and everything appeared to be normal. Later that night, when my step dad went to go bowling, I had taken a shower, and was planning on going to bed shortly thereafter. I slept at that time in a loose fitting pair of boxer shorts, and that was it. I was in my room, and I had just turned on my T.V. to watch something, I cannot remember what, and my mom called me.... So, I walked into the living room, and she was sitting on the sofa with her feet propped up on the ottoman. I said "Yeah mom?" And my mom said, "My feet are hurting me, rub them for me." She had never asked me to do that before. So I reluctantly did.
I sat down on the floor, and mind you, I was reluctant about doing this, but at 13 years old, I was still a "good boy". So, I began to rub mom's feet. I started with her heel and worked my way up to her toes. But since this was the first time I had ever touched anyone's feet but my own, I imagine I was quite clumsy about what I was doing. Because my mom began to coach me on how to rub her feet. She had even given me some hand lotion to make it smoother on her. The entire time that I was giving her a foot massage, I was so horny, my breath was heavy, and I had such a raging wood, it was unbelieveable. But I kept trying to hide my crotch from her, by keeping the ottoman in her line of sight.
After about 45 minutes of my hands sliding all over her feet, my fingers working her toes, she said "Thank you for your help." And I stood up just thankful that things were over. I was pretty much panting, and I am certain I had those "Come fuck me eyes", but I did not realize that my boxers were tented until I seen my mother's eyes drift down to my crotch. I seen a barely perceptable smile and nod and I quickly turned and went down the hall into my bedroom and proceded to beat my dick like it owed me money. I shot the largest load of my life at that time. And then I hated myself for a lack of self-control about my mother.
The next day, nothing seemed to be different in the way that she acted to me, so I thought, that maybe her noticing was all in my mind. And I went about having the normal summer day of any 13 year old. I rode my bike with my friends, I went to the ice cream parlor, I even went fishing at the local pond.
Later that night, when it was time for me to come in, I came inside, had dinner, and went to take a shower. My stepdad was not home again, he was a truck driver, and had a late load this evening. I had just came out of the shower, and was dressed in only my bathrobe, and was heading to my room to get dressed for the night. And once again, I heard.. "Fred, come here please?" I tried to buy some time by saying, "In a minute mom!" And I heard her say, "Not in a minute.... NOW!" So, I go into the living room, and she has a large pot of water and she has her feet soaking in it. She tells me to get a towel, and dry her feet off. I start to get up to go and get a towel, and she tells me "Sit back down, I have a better idea!" She takes her feet out of this pan of water, and just sits them wet and dripping onto my lap. She makes me dry off her feet with the flaps of my bathrobe. Saying, "there's no sense in dirtying up another towel, when your robe will do as well as a towel."
Once I get her feet dry, (and yes, I am once again hard as a rock) I was about to leave and go to bed and yes, beat off again.... She hands me some cherry red nail polish and tells me to paint her toenails. So, I reach over for the ottoman, and she stops me, saying "It feels better to have my feet down right now, instead of being up." Her feet are still in my lap at this time, and her left foot is sitting right on the spot of my robe, where my erect cock is under it.
I reached for the bottle of nail polish to paint her right foot toenails, when she asked me to rub her foot first. So I began to caress her right foot as she had taught me to do the night before, and as I did, her toes on her left foot began to crunch up, and toes happened to be basically resting on the side of my cock. It took all my power to not shoot a load right there. But I have to admit, it felt incredible.
After I finished with rubbing her right foot, she told me that she had changed her mind about me painting her nails. And she told me to go on to bed. I stood up, and my robe fell open and our sprung my erect cock. Mom did not seem to notice, but then again, when it sprung out, I tried to quickly bury it back in my robe.
I essentially sprinted back to my bedroom to take care of business... So to speak.
Later that night, I woke up seriously thirsty, and wanted some cold water out of the fridge. So I got out of the bed, and walked into the living room, to go to the kitchen. When I entered the living room, my mom was laying there on the sofa, naked, with a bottle of vodka almost emptied and a Cosmo magazine opened. This was a new magazine, and the page that the magazine was opened to, had a woman in a swinsuit next to a pool with her feet bare and exposed. I seen that magazine, and so help me, I got as hard as a rock again. But, seeing the magazine was nothing to seeing my mom drunk and naked and seemingly passed out on the sofa.
I made my way down to the foot end of the couch and proceeded to caress softly my mom's feet to see if she was truly passed out. She made no movements, nor any noises. So I had to do it, I began to kiss, and lick my mom's toes. Once again she did not respond. So I started sucking her toes, and proceeded to play with myself again, and it only took me about 2 minutes or so and I had to cum. I stood up, and I shot my load all over her feet. I was in heaven. After I shot my load, I looked at her face and could swear I seen her eyes partially open and slam shut. I quickly went back into my room, but there was no more sleep for me that night.
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