Mom's Smackdown
(Posted on Wednesday, December 6, 2000)
This story was submitted by Foot Man.

After years of desire, I was finally able to put a real smackdown on my mother-in-law. I first experienced the beauty of my mother-in-law's feet on the first Thanksgiving that my wife and I spent together when we were dating. (8 years ago). She was wearing black leather pumps and was dipping, dangling, and playing like mad under her chair at the dinner table. Her rosy soles were so dreamy and I just wanted to rip into her soles right then and there. I never really got the opportunity until just this past weekend.

I refer to my mother-in-law as "mom" because she is just like a second mother to me. She is the sweetest lady that I know; aside from my wife. She's very attractive for a 51 year old woman and her only flaw is a nasty smoking habit. I always tease her about her smoking, but I never imagined that this bad habit could ultimately lead to me having my way with her sensitive, leathery soles.

She stopped by our house for the weekend on her way back home from a
business trip. I remember how stunning she looked when I answered the door. She gave me a huge bear hug and kissed my face five times before she even entered the house. We don't allow smoking in our house, so it wasn't long before she was out on our back patio smoking a cigarette. My wife was still at work when she arrived and I work from home. I took a break from my work and sat out on the patio with her while she indulged her habit.

My attention abruptly shifted from our conversation when I heard her royal blue pump clunk on the concrete under her chair. She began sliding her shoes around on the concrete with her toes as she puffed away on her cigarette. The sight was just phenomenal. I was mesmerized by her wrinkled, high-arched feet. I began to shift in my seat to conceal the bulge that was beginning to form between my legs.

Our conversation soon shifted to her two pack a day habit. I told her that she couldn't go on smoking that way and that while she was here at our house, we would have to ration her cigarettes out to her. No more than one pack a day would be her limit. Anything beyond that would subject her to a punishment of my choosing. She reluctantly agreed and we shook on it. The rest of the day was fairly uneventful and she lived up to our one pack agreement the first day.

The next day was a totally different story. Mom had reached her one pack limit by 9:00pm that next evening. The three of us stayed up watching a movie that night, after which my wife and I retired for the evening. I assumed that Mom would follow suit shortly. During the very early morning, thirst woke me out of sleep and I went to the kitchen for a glass of water.

I poured my glass of water and was quenching my thirst when I saw something moving about out on the patio. It was Mom, and she was smoking a cigarette! I put away my glass and hunched down behind the couch to wait for her to come back inside. When she made her way back in, I jumped out from behind the couch yelling, "Where are you coming from and what were you doing, Mom?"

"Oh, my God! You scared me!" She said as she jumped and covered her wide open mouth. "What are you doing up, honey?"

"Never mind me," I said. "You broke the rules. I'm afraid that you must suffer the consequences, Mom." She cackled in mass hysteria and broke toward the bedroom where she was staying. I took off after her. She was in a lavender night gown with a pink and purple robe on over it. The sound of her blue pumps striking the tile floor in the kitchen as she ran made my adrenaline rush. She beat me to the room and tried to shut the door, but I got there just in time to wedge my foot in the small opening.

She was breathing fast and giggling when she asked me in a faux frightened tone, "What are you gonna do to me, David (not my real name)? It's two o'clock in the morning. You'll wake Sabrina. Stop this nonsense and go back to sleep," she pleaded. She was laughing hysterically, but trying to be quiet.

The moment that I had waited years for was finally hear and my emotions raged throughout my body like a mad cow. "You'll find out what's goning to happen to you when I get in there." By this time, I could almost taste her feet in my mind. I had had enough. I forced the door open with my brute strength and entered her room. She tried to make a mad dash past me, but I grabbed her around the waist in a huge bear hug and hoisted her up over my shoulder. She was giggling and apologizing to me in a loud whisper. She began kicking her feet so vigorously that she eventually kicked both shoes off of her feet before I could get her to the bed.

The whoosh of the shoes leaving her feet and loud clunks as they hit the floor and the wall sent me into orbit. I told her to calm down and that she would have to be quiet so as not to wake anyone. I threw her onto the bed and an energetic struggle ensued as we both jockied for position. Man, she was a wild one.

When she was on her stomach, I quickly pounced on her calves and straddled her legs with her soles exposed right there in front of me. I thought that I would faint from the anticipation of getting my hands on those feet. "Mmmmmmm, what have we here?" I chided. "How ticklish are you, Mom?" She was laughing really hard with her mouth closed as she begged me to leave her feet alone. I was slow and methodical with my assault and I knelt down to get a whiff between her toes. I lowered my head and began running my nose along the underside of her toes and along the ball of her left foot. The faint smell of toe sweat mixed with the leathery smell of her shoes filled my nostils. Her toes spread wide and crunched closed with each movement as her laughter got a little stronger.

"MY GOD! MY GOD!" She whispered loudly. "Are you smelling my feet?" She bounced around uncontrollably on the bed throwing her hair into a heaping mess across her face. "You are so freaky," she managed to whisper between giggles. She clutched the tip of my nose in between her toes as I ran it up and down her big toe. I shushed her quiet and opened my hands. I ran my palms along the soles of both of her feet as they lay there in front of me. It was as if I was lotioning her feet.

"This is what happens to people who can't follow the rules at our house, Mom," I teased.

"Those cigarettes made you right a check that your feet can't cash." With that I threw my head back and dug my fingers into her sensitive leathery soles. Her high, wrinkled arches felt like butter in my hands. I was in such a state of ecstacy that I had to consciously stop myself from moaning and saying, "yes!"

She burst out with muffled uncontrollable laughter as I continued raping her soles. She begged and pleaded for me to stop and she must have whispered out my name 72 times amidst all of her hysterical laughter. I was having the time of my life! Her laughter was sweet music to my ears and I found myself shushing her and telling her to relax in a sarcastic tone. I looked back over my shoulder to watch her reaction as I began to dart my fingers in between each of her toes.

She was wildly humping the bed and clutching the sheets as she shook her head from side to side, slinging her medium length hair across her face. Her mouth was smiled across her whole face wide open as her tongue hung out of her mouth from laughter. It was a picture that is etched in my memory forever. Her reactions got wilder and wilder each time I dug into those wonderful soles. I felt an intense look on my face.

Mom laughed long and hard until she got to the end of her breath. She would giggle with her mouth closed and gasp for air at the end of her breath. There was a brief three second pause between laughs. In the silence of those pauses, you could literally hear the squeaking of the box springs, the rustling of the sheets, and the sound of my fingers dancing on her leathery soles. When I looked down on the floor and saw the empty black pumps that she had kicked off of her feet prior to the assault, it was evidence that the feet that once filled those shoes were being occuppied at the moment.

I could have tickled those feet all night long, but I felt that I should let her up to catch her breath. "Let that be a lesson to you, Mom." I scolded her as she got up from the bed straightening her hair. We both laughed and I turned to head for the door. Before I knew what happened, she jumped me and began to tickle me. I quickly fought her off and another struggle ensued. I wrestled her down to the floor and bent her over the bed. Her knees were on the floor and I quickly straddled her legs and pressed my body against hers as I pushed her against the bed. She began her muffled laughter again as she fought for air from the struggle.

The back of her head was now right in front of me and I reached both hands down and began raping her soles again. She gyrated her butt against me in tortuous agony and threw her head back onto my shoulder. I whispered into hher ear, "See, Mom? I was all finished, but you couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?" I was still raking her crumpled soles. She was laughing so hard that she was almost crying. "MMMMmmmmmm, that perfume smells so good," I whispered in her ear. "It's gonna be alright, Mom, just calm down."

She violently shook her head and began slapping my face with her hair. I giggled and tenderly kissed the back of her head as I laid into her feet again. She was stronger than I realized and she bucked me off of her and tried to crawl away from me on her knees. I fought her down to the floor and pounced on her back. I pulled her feet up behind her as if to hogtie her and put my mouth on her feet. I gently bit each toe and darted my firm, wet tongue between each toe as well.

There was a loud startled moan when she realized that my mouth was now working her feet. I think that I experienced temporary insanity for a moment because I was overcome by emotion. I attacked her feet like a savage lion attacking an antelope. I nibbled at her soles unrelentingly until I had bitten every inch of both of her 51 year old feet. My head raced furiously up and down, and back and forth on her feet as she kicked, cackled and pleaded under my assault. This went on for about 10 minutes before I let her up.

We both joked about it and she pinched my arm as she told me how she was goning to have to go wash the spit off of her toes. She told me that she loved me, took my face in her hands, gingerly kissed me on the lips and promised to follow the rules next time. I told her to get some sleep and immediately made my way to the bathroom to jack off to my memory of the night's events.