My Mother's Friend's Feet
(Posted on Friday, April 25, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously.

I have always been stimulated by soft feet. My best experience occurred with a friend of my mother's. As was customary, on weekends, my mother would invite her friend over to our house. However, on this occasion my mother's friend did not bring her son. So upon arriving, she greeted us and proceeded to the edge of the bed situated near the living room (it was a studio apartment).

Within a short while, the friend, whose feet I had long admired, removed her shoes and I immediately focused in on her feet. They gave off a slight odor, but were potent enough to arouse my senses. As they continued to play cards, I was on the bed by myself playing. I was a young adult, but still much younger than my mother and her friend. They were at least twice my age.

The bed was against a wall and the friend was seated at the edge furthest from the wall facing the table. I was between the wall and the friend, who we shall call M. While my mother was shuffling the deck, M decided to lay on her left side, propped up on her left elbow, and placed her bare, pungent feet on the edge of the bed.

I stopped what I was doing and went to the end where her feet were. I began touching them with my fingers and then with my palms. M started giggling and wiggling her toes. She then placed her right sole on my face so that the ball of her foot touched my lips. She left it there for a while because she thought that she punishing me. I inhaled and puckered my lips so that they touched her sole lightly. Then she removed her right foot and laid it back on top of her left.

I was not done yet. I had a stiffy and was by no means ready to be left rock hard while she played cards. So I started bothering fer feet again to elicit a response from them. This time, while at her feet, still laying on her left side playing cards, her left foot arched and clenched my t-shirt in front of my stomach. She retracted her left foot and pulled me inward towards her right foot which she had elevated to the level of my mouth.

I was in heaven. I could not get away, nor did I want to. Her left foot continued to clench my t-shirt and was tugging me towards her right sole, which was already in my face. I was sitting indian-style and was clad only in briefs and the t-shirt. She did this for a couple of seconds, but long enough to make my dick stiff. Then she flexed her right foot so that her arch covered my mouth and I could not speak no matter which way I turned my head to escape. I did not want to, but had to pretend that I wanted to escape to ensure that she would continue to think that I did not want her feet in my face.

Still grasping me with her left foot, she bent her right leg at the knee with her sole still pressed against my mouth and toppled me, pushing me behind her using lever-type leg scissors. I was so aroused and embarrased that my mother would say something, but she did not. The whole while they both were playing cards when M effortlessly smothered my face. So now I was behind M, between her and the wall. Fortunately, M was heavy-set, so that even though she was laying on her side, she was wide enough to offer protection from being seen if I was sitting indian style behind her.

Now that I was behind M, who had just made me the hardest that I had ever been, I wanted more, but did not know how. M's  legs were slightly bent at the knee so that from behind I could see her wide, soft soles. In the meanwhile, I pretended to play with some stuff on my own behind M, but was still stiffer than ever. And then it happened.

I began to see M's legs bend at the knee and her feet coming in my direction. And then her feet, left on top of right, landed in my lap. I was sitting indian style on a slim twin-bed and was close to the wall, so her soles were facing my then waining erection, though not yet touching it. My dick began to grow again. It seemed as though time stood still while my cock was lengthening. I stopped what I was doing and looked into my lap to see what I had smelled.

Her soles were right there, within inches of the underside of my dick. My dick kept growing and growing. As I watched, it came closer to M's soles and I was scared that if it touched her soles, she would jerk away. Or worse yet, she'd tell my mother. Then my dick touched her right sole lightly and I looked up to see her reaction. She turned towards the rear at me, smirked, and before I knew it, I sensed pressure on my crotch.

Yes, she flexed her left foot. She placed the instep of her right foot on the top-side of my underwear to make my dick stick straight out between the little opening in the briefs. When she felt it was out, with her right foot on top of my shaft, she secured it so that the bottom side of my shaft was against her left sole, which she had turned upwards.

Then she began stroking my stiff dick by moving her ankles slowly. Then she would apply slight pressure so that my dick was against the top of her right instep and her right sole was against my belly. Like this, her left sole slid up and down my shaft, up and down, and then she worked her left sole down towards my balls. With the knife-edge of her sole, she pushed my nuts into me so that, by pressing them lightly, my dick pointed outwards.

Then she used her left sole to gently stroke the bottom-side of my shaft and moving her foot at the ankle. She kept doing this. My eyes were shut. I was leaning against the wall for support because I had no strength to sit up on my own. She continued. My dick throbbed. She continued some more and went on and on. Then, wham! My dick started to quiver violently and beat against her soft soles. "Thump, thump, thump."

Then, she went to move her left sole and stroked my throbing dick once more. She removed her right foot which had been pressing me against the wall and straightened her legs out. I nearly fell over when I looked down to see my dick sticking out of the opening of my underwear. And, as I fidgeted to put it back in, I looked up at M. She was smiling at me. She then turned back around to continue playing cards.

She must have known that I liked her feet and she knew what she was doing with them! For a little while I was struggling to put my dick inside my briefs, but could not. Eventually I did and quickly came from behind M concealing my pulsating cock and went into the bathroom. This was the one of the few times that I had gotten lucky. I was fortunate in that I created hardly any mess except in my underwear. Otherwise I would have shot a load all over her calves, ankles, and thighs.

This was the most memorable occasion with women's feet that I had ever had. I thank you M. You do not know how happy you made me that day.