My Aunt Betty
(Posted on Sunday, July 16, 2000)
This story was submitted by Tony J in Milton, PA.

I would like to share with you how I came to adore pretty feet. When I was young, my aunt Betty would come to visit my family. She was about seven years older than my mother and she had never married. Oh, she always seemed to be dating some younger man, but she had never settled down.

When I was with her, she always gave me hugs and attention. She also liked to tickle me. She would get me on the floor and use her fingers to tickle my ribs. Sometimes she would hold me down with her bare feet and tickle me with them. As I got older, I would always start a wrestling match with her because I was beginning to enjoy having her warm feet pressing against me and feeling her smooth legs.

Aunt Betty was not a gorgeous woman, but neither was she unattractive. She was about 5'3" with short brown hair and an average figure. She had shapely legs and pretty, small feet. I hadn't seen her for about a year when she came to visit one summer. Having her around was nice. Now that I was older, I would become excited when we had our wrestling sessions. I  got particularly excited when she would put her bare feet on my chest!

One night I was up late and I heard the T.V. on in the guest bedroom. My parents were sound asleep. I entered my aunt's room. She invited me to watch television with her for a while, so I laid on the bed. After a while she turned and laid on her stomach, leaving her feet close to me. I just stared at those cute ankles and wrinkled soles as she wiggled her toes. Careful not to let her see, I moved my face close to her feet, so close that I could feel the heat emanating from them. I could smell their wonderful scent.

In time she started yawning and asked me to turn the volume of the set down. I did so and she changed her position on the bed. She asked me if I wanted to sleep in her bed and I quickly said yes. I crawled in, she gave me a goodnight kiss and fell asleep. Well I was tired, but there was no way that I could sleep with her pretty feet in plain sight. So when I was sure that she was asleep, I wiggled down near them.

By the light of the T.V., I could see those delicate wrinkles and firm heels. I laid my head right next to her foot and hoped that she would move it enough so that it would be on my face. I must have waited for an hour, but she didn't move. Somewhere along the line I also fell asleep, but I soon awoke again to a pleasurable sensation. I opened my eyes and realized that the sole of her foot was right in my face. It was warm and soft and the smell was great!

I began to get hard as my breathing got heavier. I gently ran my lips over the small wrinkles on her sole. With each minute I was getting more excited. I shifted my position, moved to her other foot and pushed my nose into her toes. Pleasurable sensations crashed through my body and my head began to spin! She suddenly stirred and shifted position so that one leg was draped over me and her sole was on my cheek! I moved my head so that her foot rested directly on my mouth. I inhaled her intoxicating smell. I laid under her foot for hours until the sun came up. Then I returned to my room.

The next day aunt Betty came down to breakfast, smiled at me and acted as if nothing had happened. She told my mother what a restful sleep she had had and said that the bed was very comfortable. That night as the family prepared  to turn in, she asked me if I was going to watch T.V. with her again. I said that I would like that and immediatly I got a hard-on!

After a half hour or so, I went into her room. She was wearing a nightgown and was laying at the foot of the bed. I climbed on and made myself comfortable near her feet. When a commecial came on, my Aunt turned to me and asked, "Honey, were you playing with my feet last night?"

I was embarrased, but still very much excited judging from the bulge in my pajamas. I sheepishly said, "Yes."

"Don't you mind the smell?" She asked. I told her that her feet smelled wonderful and that they were pretty and soft. She giggled and said with an amused look on her face, "Well, if you don't mind being so close to my feet, you can stay down there all night if you want. It feels good when you touch them."

If it were possble for my prick to get any harder, it would have! She asked me to turn the T.V. set off. I did so and climbed back in bed. It was dark, but I heard her shifting  around and then I felt both of her feet on my chest. She said, "It feels good when you kiss them."

I  wiggled into position and she lowered her sole to my face! I hungrily began kissing and smelling her heel and sole. I was in heaven! I kissed and smelled every inch of her feet that night while I stroked her legs. Every now and then she would have to change her position. Then she placed her foot on my face. I can't describe the feeling of having  her feet all to myself! From that time forward, my aunt would let me worship her feet. Any chance that I got, I would visit her at her home and attack her feet.

One weekend after I had graduated high school, our footplay turned into my first sexual encounter and it was amazing. I may share that experience at a later date. Until then, keep your best foot forward and enjoy all those lovlies wearing flip flops and sandals this summer. I plan to get a few gorgeous peds in in my face!