My Aunt Karen
(Posted on Thursday, November 2, 2000)
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My intense foot fetish started at the age of 14. Be aware that I am only 18, so my fetish came about recently. Throughout these years, I've found myself smelling neighbors' shoes and looking at women's feet in the mall, work and even in school. Only recently have I found out what is the fuel to my fire; my aunt Karen's amazing feet.

It all started last year just after I had turned 18. My parents had to go out of town and I had to stay with her for the weekend. Aunt Karen is married, but my uncle was on one of his yearly fishing trips, so he went without her. On the day that my parents left, I had to go downtown to where she worked and wait for her to finish.

Now I had never thought that my aunt was sexy. Don't get me wrong. She is very pretty with a great body, but I just didn't think that I was into her until that weekend. I went to meet her at work and sat there for an hour. Then we went home. Upon arriving home, she asked if I was hungry and I told her that I wasn't. She told me that I could watch tv, so I did. She came into the room about 5 minutes later to check up on me and to see if I needed anything.

When she came into the room, I noticed that she had her shoes off and was wearing blue hose. The foot fetishist in me took a gander, but what I saw wasn't what I had expected. I saw my aunts nylon clad feet and her red  toenails to be the most attractive feet that I had ever seen. I began to stare and she asked me what was wrong.

I replied, "nothing" and that was that. The weekend flew bye and I had to go home. I masturbated to my aunt's feet numerous times in my fantasies while I was there. But I thought to myself that I had wasted an opportunity to kiss them.

Finally the time came to go to my cousin's wedding. I thought about seeing my aunt's feet in hose and it got me hard. The whole week was jam-packed and I noticed that my aunt was wearing sandals with hose all the time, not that I was one to complain.

The nite before the wedding, we all went out to dinner. my aunt of course wore a black dress and black hose with matching heels. At dinner, she sat next to me. The dinner was going great until my aunt leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You're bad."

Confused, I replied, "Why?"

She responded by saying, "Looking at your aunt's feet the way you do."

Fightened and confused, I said, "no I don't" and continued eating. After dinner was over, we went to our hotel rooms. My mom and dad and I were in one room, and my aunt and grandma were in another room. When we got home, my grandma stayed in our room while my aunt went to hers. My gram asked me to run her purse to her room and I had no problem doing it.

I knocked on the door and my aunt answered in her hose with no heels. I entered her room, staring at her feet, and told her why I was there. As I was leaving, I noticed her shoes in the bathroom, so I went in and closed the door. I took my hard cock out and smelled and licked her shoes, fantasizing that they were my aunt's feet. I put one on my cock, while licking the other.

As I continued masturbating, my aunt opened the door and said, "You pervert. I knew it."

Stunned, I sat there with my hard cock in full view, and then to my great surprise, she sat on the toilet and told me that she knew I loved her feet and had a foot fetish. She sat on the toilet and demanded that I kiss her feet. I took them into my mouth and sucked them. They tasted and smelled so good.

After that, she gave me a footjob as I watched her finger her pussy. I felt my load rushing. Finally she stroked her last strokes and I came all over her feet, covering her toes and ankles. After we had finished, she gave me a kiss and said, "Good night."

I still see my aunt almost every week now, and when we have the time, I worship her feet.