My Friend's Mother
(Published on Thursday, May 6, 2004)
This story was submitted by Charles.

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"I've enjoyed your site for some time now and it helps me satisfy
my foot fetish. I would like to see more submissions with high
heels, but that's me. I would like to hear comments from readers."

I had been attracted to women’s feet and high heels for some time, but an encounter with my friend's mother cemented my attraction for life.

I was a young teenager and was staying overnight at my friend’s apartment. His parents were quite wealthy and Rick had is own apartment adjoining his parents.

I had stayed over Friday night  and Saturday morning were sitting in his apartment enjoying a coffee when his mother stuck her head in the door and asked that Rick do some errands for her.

I decided to stay behind and do some homework. Rick was to take his mother’s car uptown and would probably be gone a couple of hours.

Before starting on my homework, I had a shower, put on my jeans, and settled down in a chair in the sitting room. The door between the apartments swung open and Marge was standing in the doorway. She had on a short skirt, nylons, a stylish top and brown high heel pumps. My eyes immediately fell to the pumps, which revealed a little toe cleavage and the instep of her foot.

Marge sat down on the couch opposite my chair and began with a little small talk. I found it difficult
to keep my eyes off her legs and high heels, and I could see she was aware of my attraction.

I was not wearing a shirt and a pretty well developed young man with leanly muscled body. I could see Marge looking over my body. Her legs were crossed and as she moved her foot provocatively, she would allow her high heel pump to dangle occasionally from her beautiful foot.

“You have a nice body,” Marge said. “I see you like my legs.”

“Yes I do.”

“Would you like a closer look?” She asked, extending her foot towards me.

Without speaking I got out of my chair and kneeled in front of her. I took her high heeled foot in my hands and kissed her foot, running my tongue over her toe cleavage and opening by her instep that lead to the lovely sole of her foot, and the inside of the high heel pump.

Marge had uncrossed her legs as I kissed and massaged her feet.  I glanced up and could see that she was not wearing panties. Her legs were smooth and tanned and I slowly moved up towards her moistness. With great excitement I kissed her well trimmed love bush and could taste her excitement on my tongue. She was dripping wet and I eagerly gathered the drops
in my mouth.

“Please stand up,” Marge asked.

I did as asked. My penis was so hard that it felt like it would rip my jeans. Marge undid my jeans and lowered the zipper. I had not put on underwear and  my rock hard cock slipped out. Marge gasped in excitement at the sight of my  7 ½ inch penis. She moved her mouth towards the waiting head and expertly took me into her mouth.

She eagerly moved up and down the shaft, and I could feel myself ready to cum. She reached down and took off her right high heel pump and brought it up to my cock, wet with her saliva and my excitement. She positioned my penis in her pump, and manipulated the head up into the toe of her shoe. It was too much. I could feel the warmth of her foot, and I came immediately in great gushes. The pump had some small decorative holes in the toe, and cum extruded through the holes.

Marge moved her tongue over the toe of her shoe and then slowly started to withdraw my penis. The cum was dripping from my cock, and Marge took it into her mouth. She was obviously was enjoying herself. Looking up at me she said, “Let your cum drip into my mouth,” and handed me the pump.

I tipped it up so that the liquid poured from the heel as she opened her mouth, letting my cum run over her tongue. I then took  the pump up to my mouth and ran my tongue along the sole of her shoe, savoring the moment.

She looked at me, and smiling said, “Rick will be home soon. Thank you. I hope you enjoyed it.”

Marge got up and disappeared into the next apartment.

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