My Divorced Foster Mom, Part 2
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NOW THE SUMMER OF 1983,  AND need A PLACE FOR SUMMER. So I Called my foster mother, Asked if I could stay with her for the summer?  She said sure, sweetie! So I  said thank you, she said you’re welcome sweetie; so Saturday morning she came to pick me up in her little red convertible with the top down!. She said hello Quickly through my bag into the trunk, and I  hopped into the convertible, and we talked.

On The 6 Hour Drive Back, Dr. returned to her house, And I noticed black hair blowing in her face. So I asked how she could see where she was going, but she giggled and gave me a nudge on the shoulder, followed by some More giggling; Along the way, we stopped at A gas station, And when she hopped out of the car  And went over to the passenger side to put the gas.  As I sat there, starting to get bored. That’s when  I glanced in the side mirror And noticed she was wearing a short dress. Best of all, she was wearing sandals. With a pink nail polish boy, she looked like a goddess.

Afterward, She got back in the car And continued with the drive back to her place. That’s when I decided to ask her if she remembered the night she came home intoxicated last Year, and she applied, saying no? So I told her How I carried her To her Bedroom and Removed her sandals to make her more comfortable.  She thanked me for that. Then I told her. After she vomited. I went to her bathroom to grab the toothbrush And a bottle of water; she asked How did you get me to rinse my mouth out. I said to her Good question. I held her nose, and you coughed up the water, And when I put the toothbrush back. I noticed the large shoe: Which were mainly sandals with leather souls.

There I said, I never saw you wearing these during My four years of high school (Here’s the excellent part). I told her that when I rub my fingers under your toes, you wiggled there, but I didn’t bother telling her how I felt her; but I said you wiggled them as if you are ticklish, so I asked her, are you ticklish, especially on. The bottom of your feet. She starts blushing with a nervous giggle and then says yes, So is that why you never wore sandals. She replied by saying, basically, yes. Anyways. I complimented her For her beautiful, laughing and giggling; She said thank you.

My foster mother says. It was the only thing that matched her outfit. I got a summer job working as a custodian at the high school, and she worked there teaching summer school. So one morning, I was trimming the bushes. That’s when I saw her point out of the parking lot, so I crouched down, so she didn’t see me; unable to peek through the Bush’ See her step out of her car, she’s wearing a pink dress with pink high heels strap sandals, and pink nail polish Boy Did she look beautiful  Unfortunately for me, though she got off work.

About Two hours before me that Friday evening, when I got home, she was already wearing her trademark sneakers and sock. Luckily, she was still wearing the dress, so I asked what was for dinner, and she said why don’t we go out to some fancy restaurant, but you have to wear a suit and tie. I said okey-dokey, so I went to my bathroom, took a quick shower, put on my case, and ran back to the living room. She says damn, that was fast. And I noticed she was wearing sandals again!

So we went to a fancy Italian restaurant where we dined and had wine And topped off with sharing a slice of cake. We then headed home a little over the Drinking limit, but we safely made it back to her place.  But we were still aware of our surroundings, So I asked her if she wanted to have some more fun. Sure, I swept her off her feet, Literally, AND  Carried her to her bedroom. She said are you feeling a little horny, honey! So she then pulled a condom out of her nightstand, So I said how did you know My foster mom said. I noticed Your flag pole. I responded, “ Don’t you think I’m a little young for you.

She replied, saying we Were both over 18, so I dropped my pants and shorts, Leaving them hanging around my ankles, and on top of her, Lifted her dress And pulled her panties down to her ankle. And shoved my penis into her Regina, which was nice and moist, Starts thrusting My foster mother. She says I’m like a wild animal. That was set free  I started kissing her on her lip within about five seconds. She has a massive orgasm, And Her warm juice makes me come As we moan like animals. All Hot and sweaty!  My foster mother paused me for a moment as she removed her dress and bra and told me to remove my shirt; she gave me a new condo because the one I was wearing was about to flood! We then go back to making love as I start tickling.

Her armpit and belly. She tried to Laughing and screen With my mouth still on her, So all she could do was try to wiggle free, But I was too heavy for her And the harder I tickled her brighter. Her blue eyes became  To the point I was afraid they were about to fall out, So I stopped And standup up. Move my pants and shorts as. She lays there out of breath, drenched in sweat, Not even able to speak, but she starts to me Jester for a glass of cold water So after she drinks about three glasses of water. She’s finally able to speak And says Scott following morning, She makes us breakfast  In her bathrobe And barefooted; she Tells me last night was fun. She says It appears I Have a tickling fetish.

I told her no, I do not, but I do have a Tickling fetish For your bare feet as we are now sitting on the couch, talking, And as soon as I say that, her eyes beaming up, Neon headlight as she goes to stand up Before she can escape I grab hold of one of her ankles, Causing tripping Fall to the floor. Is and I sit on her back, pinning her to the floor, able to escape, And I start tickling her soul while Teasing her By saying KOOCHIE-KOO! And She starts Crying and screaming like a baby,  repeatedly saying I’m going to die! Within a minute, she’s out of breath, unable to speak. All she can do is thrash around. I tell my foster mother is of no use. I then say you should eat your spinach or at least your morning steroids medicine?

When my stepmother turned her head to look at. I could tell she was not having fun, So I knew this was a living hell for her. But She was just so damn cute, So I stopped and helped her UP, and Two my shock, She gave me a Big Hug. And while She sits on the sofa. I gave her a foot massage, Just as long as  I Promised I would not try to tickle her feet again! Which was hard to agree to, but at the same time, I Did not want to do anything to piss Her off. So after she caught her breath, she asked me when I realized I had a foot fetish for ladies, So I said probably I was a little kid, But I did not do Anything about it Until last year when you came intoxicated. And I feel You up.

She replied, saying she does not remember. If you like to feel me up Again, You have my permission to take off her bathrobe, Which was the only thing she was wearing, so with my little princess Sit There like a nude, I fondled her breasts. While my foster mother smiles, Knowing I’m having fun then, I rub her Regina, So I show her fingers up Regina. She starts moaning and laughing simultaneously, and within seconds, she has a massive orgasm, just too much for her. She grabs me by the arm, leads me into her bed, And gives me a condom.

We spent the rest of the day making hot; the harder I shoved it in More. She came Causing me to do the same, talking about One hell of a great Saturday! Many more Saturdays after that, Which was a mixture of sex and feet Ticklish but sadly, Summer vacation ended!  She told me I Would not be able to stay with her next summer. As she got a new job up in Iceland, I joked with her, Saying she Probably won’t get any   Nice warm sandal weather. She thought that was sterile! So I left for summer. Sadly, that was the last time I ever saw her.