Irene Nylon Worship

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Irene Nylon Worship
I'm curious as to whether anyone has been able to induldge in a spot of footplay with any of their friend's mothers? To me, this is a sort of 'Holy Grail' of feet, it's something you shouldn't really do, an off-limits area, which makes it all the better when it happens. I've been able to do so three times in my life, with two women in childhood and another in recent years (five years ago this year).
Here's the first one; I was aged 12, and every Saturday would visit a friend's house to watch 80s WWF wrestling. His mum was also a fan, and would watch it with us. Her name was Tina, and she was about 32. She was quite slim, spiky brown hair, brown eyes, and  would always wear sandal type shoes and tan or white tights (although she always referred to them as 'stockings', so maybe they were stockings!). She was rarely shoeless in the house, but as she was showing off a lot of foot anyway it didn't matter!
One night my friend and I decided to play 'blind man's bluff', with my friend being blindfolded and trying to find us. As a joke I'd decided to put loads of obstacles in his way, such as cushions, chairs etc. I asked Tina if she had any ideas for obstacles (in all innocence, honest!) and amongst other things, she came up with shoes....hmmm.
Keeping my voice as calm as possible, I wholeheartily agreed! 'Great idea, Tina!! Here, may I...?' and with that, moved over to where she sat and reached down to take her shoes off. As she was in sandals, they were very easy to take off, but I made sure to savour the moment. I sat down in front of her and lifted her tan stocking leg toward me. She was fine with this, despite wearing a skirt, and I placed my hand around her heel in an attempt to get some 'leverage' (although none was necessary), and slowly pulled off her shoe, all the while keeping a grip on her stocking heel. I did the same to the other one, and there she sat, shoeless and in stocking feet, my friend's cool mum!! I made sure to put the shoes way on the other side of the room, so that there was no way she could get them back on. My heart was beating, but I made sure to get on with the game of blind man's bluff, all the while stealing glances at Tina's stocking feet. They were quite big, I'd estimate about size 5 or 6, and barely moved while the game of blind man's bluff went on, no toe wiggling or flexing. Still, I was happy to have her shoeless! 
The game was eventually over, and myself and my friend set about putting the place back to normal. I made a beeline for Tina's shoes, but my friend grabbed one before me so we both went to place them back on her feet. She lifted her legs so her feet were sticking outward, and we placed her shoes back on her feet...albeit left on right, right on left! Tina let out a semi-frustrated sigh, and shook them off, and asked us to do it properly. As we put them on she asked us to be careful of her feet. I fully intended to do it as slowly as possible, maybe 'accidentally' touching sole or instep as I returned her shoe, but the fact she asked us to be careful raised my interest.
'Be careful? Why, are your feet ticklish?' I asked innocently
'Erm...yes', she said sheepishly, maybe knowing what was coming next.
'Like this?', and with that, I quickly attacked her stocking sole! She flinched, shot me a dirty look, but had a small smile on her face, so I knew I'd hit paydirt. For the next few years after that, I would get to mess about with her feet several times over. It became somewhat of a tradition for her son and I to have wrestling matches after watching WWF, and this later morphed into me having wrestling matches with Tina!!    
I think I suggested it one day, and she was quite willing. She was in her sandal type shoes, so before we did anything I insisted that they came off, and slowly removed them. She was in white tights on this occassion, and was doing a crossword. I didn't mind this as it meant I could stare at her feet for longer! We eventually began to wrestle, and I'd often go for leglocks and things to be near her feet. I'd also let her take me down and pin me, preferably underfoot! These matches became a regular thing for us over the years from when I was about 12 to 15 years old, and would follow a set pattern. I'd always say something along the lines of 'Tina, can I take your shoes off and wrestle you?' She'd often say something like 'Well...if you must', and so I'd take slowly ease her shoes off, and wait until she was ready. I never forced it, and not only would she never complain about me taking her shoes off, but she'd always give me the match. I remember once that she was on her knees, and I was wrapped around her. This allowed me perfect access to her stocking feet, and I went nuts tickling them until she submitted, which didn't take long!
'WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Submit, submit, submit!! He'sticklingmyfeet!!He'sticklingmyFEEEET'
So I'd stop, as she'd submitted. Then I'd tickle her feet some more.... 
I remember that at times she'd complain that she was slipping around in stocking feet, and despite my protests (I prefer stocking feet, and said that as I was in socks it was equal!) she did it barefoot (and in a leotard!). I think it may have been just us alone in the house, as I know my friend wasn't nearby. We ended up in some sort of leglock or another, and her bare foot was near my hand. I reached out to tickle it, and got no response. She said that she could sometimes turn her ticklishness on and off, so I did it again and got no reaction, other than an awkward silence...!
Another time, when I was wrestling my friend I was on the floor directly underneath her stocking foot (she was shoeless, so I'd probably taken them off earlier). My friend had me in a hold of some sort, but I was happy lying there, gazing up at her tan stocking sole, pretending to try and escape but not putting up any resistence. I'd use her foot to try and escape the hold, using it for 'leverage' to pull myself up, and she never complained once as my hands clasped her feet and toes.
In fact, I remember one time I was in the house alone with her (I was about 14) after my friend had gone out. It just the two of us watching TV, with me sitting next to her. It felt odd being there without my friend, but I went with it. As we sat there she curled her stocking feet up onto the sofa and had her toes just gently touching my thighs!!! Whether she knew what she was doing or not I don't know, but, my God, I was in wonderland!!!
My friend and I split up when I was about 15 or so, which was a shame as there was no doubt more foot play available. However, I don't think I can complain about my experiences with Tina...!
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
i've had a relationship with a friends mother whereby she let me do whatever i wanted to her feet - but i became friends with him AFTER i'd spunked all
over his mother's feet! does that count?
^^^ Absolutely! I'd love to hear how that came about...(no pun intended).




Cheers, everybody,


SmashTV
During my mid teens I stayed at my friend's house for the week end, his mum was so young looking and attractive, I really fancied her from the moment I
walked into their house. She was wearing a pair of flat mules on her gorgeous looking slim feet, and I just couldn't take my eyes off her sexy looking
toes.


That evening while my friend's mum was taking a bath, I sketched a picture of a sailing boat for my friend's young sister to colour with her
crayons. My friend's mum saw my picture when she came back downstairs, she asked me if I liked painting? I had thoughts of her asking me to paint the
kitchen or something similar. When she reached into her vanity case to bring out a small bottle of red nail polish I almost had an heart attack when she asked
me to paint her toe nails!!


Thrilled, excited and very aroused, were a few of the sensations I was going through, while she slipped a pink plastic thing between her toes and placed her
gorgeous bare feet on my thigh. My penis never stopped throbbing as I gave my friend's mum the best toe nail paint job ever. I had to excuse myself and go
to the bathroom for some much needed urgent hand relief, I found a pair of my friend's mum's black nylons in the laundry basket and after, no more than
two quick rubs, my balls erupted a great torrent of semen inside the toe end of her black nylons.
I guess that so far in my lifetime I've been lucky enough to witness several true dominating foot
experiences. As I got older I must admit that I manipulated alot of situations into happening, but as a younger person, some of these things fell into my lap,
or me at their feet. It is because of these fortunate experiences, that my interest has been intensified to where I'm still somewhat over powered by their
memories. It probably seems weird that I actually viewed these things, but I can't really explain why, maybe I was just lucky or cursed because of these
events. This story takes place at my friend Bruce's home when we're both about 17. On one hand we're somewhat men, we both had jobs and went to
school, and took care of younger siblings. On the other hand we were both very immature and loved horseplay and messing around. So us two idiots are playing
tackle nerf basketball in his room on his thick shag carpet. A game we invented where you either slam dunked the basketball in the little plastic basket, or
you got slammed by the other player trying to get there, and wound up smashed on the floor. Bruce's mom not amused with the violence and noise of this
game, comes up to the room and tells us to stop. Dianne the mother of Bruce is the most attractive of all my friends mother's and the youngest at 41 back
then. She is 5'7 short blonde hair, blue eyes and size 8 high arched bare feet with bright red toenails. Her big toenails were long and protruded slightly
over her toes, but not her other nails, they were normal length. We stop for a moment and she leaves. After 10 minutes we're bored again, so Bruce just
tackles me again, I thump, even on shag carpeting, and here comes Dianne again. Bruce if you don't stop I'll give you the foot! Did I hear right? I
think to myself. What's that? I have to say. Mom always threatens me, because I always tease her about her smelly feet! I can't believe that I'm
hearing this, I really can't. I'm turned on and they both have no clue. Dianne points her very pretty foot at her son, and tells him he's been
warned. She now laughs because I'm just gauking at her. Bruce trying to be a tough guy and a show off in front of his mom, tells her to get out of his
room, and stop being such a mom!!! Wrong thing to say to a young 41 year old woman infront of a friend. Bruce and I were both on the floor durring this
discussion, so he was in a bad position. Dianne ran at him and easily pinned his chest under her bare foot, and stood over him. Well this mom is going to teach
you some respect. She begins tickling his bare chest under her wiggling toes and he being very ticklish he is dying of laughter, and she's not stopping.
I'm right there, and I can smell her feet as they're only about a foot away. They smell like sardines, a oily and fishy smell. Your problem is only
beginning young man, she says to her son. He rolls into a ball trying to cover up, but her smelly and oily foot is way to fast for him. My moment now comes,
with her words, here comes the foot! She raises her right bare foot and right in front of me steps on her defenseless son's face. Don't raise your
hands or touch my foot, or your father will deal with you and your mouth! With that simple threat, he just laid there still, only trying to move his face away
with his hands at his sides. She slid her foot up and down and side to side on his face for the next 20 minutes. I sat there and watched her make him smell her
gorgeous stinky feet! Poor Bruce, lucky me.


^^^ Great stories guys! Royal, you should have commented about her feet and see if you got the same treatment in return!!




This is my next story about friend's mothers, and is about a woman called Irene. Irene was the complete opposite of Tina - short, squat, frumpy, slightly
pug-faced...not a looker, by any means! However, a childhood lust for feet, and my confidence having been bolstered by my experiences with Tina, made me want
to play with Irene's feet as well.




Now, as I've said, she wasn't much of a looker, but was always quite easy (eventually!) to dupe into taking her shoes off. She'd normally wear
American tan tights, sometimes white tights, and on the odd occassion, sometimes sheer black tights. I'd been visiting this friend since I was about 13,
and it took about two or three years to see her feet as she was always in shoes or slippers. One day, she came in from working a late shift, and I was at her
front room table doing an essay. My friend was two years older than me, and had helped me out a bit. He was in his bedroom on his computer, and so I was alone
in the front room with Irene. She walked in and said hello, and I explained why I was there. She was fine with this, and flopped down onto the setee. I
wondered if I'd get to see her feet, and kept looking from the corner of my eye to see any activity. She was in open toe sandals and tan tights, and I
eventually saw her slowly begin to loosen the strap on her shoes. Maybe she saw me looking, but she stopped halfway, and just had her feet resting outside her
shoes, part in and out. I was desperate for her to get them off, which after about ten minutes, she did. After my success with Tina, I realised I had the
chance to do the same thing with Irene, and set about thinking of ways to do so.




At the time, I was just coming off a successful spree of asking teachers at school to remove their heels and 'measure' them for a 'science
experiment' (yeah right!). I planned on doing the same thing with Irene, and so if my friend wasn't around I'd ask her how tall she was, and get
her to take her shoes off to show me. She'd always oblige, no questions asked! Once her slippers came off, I'd bend down and pretend to be measuring
her, accidentally touching the tops or outline of her stocking feet! Other times I'd insist she put her feet up, as she was always doing housework of some
sort and never relaxed. I'd get her to sit down, pull her feet up onto the sofa and then take off her slippers to get her comfy.




I eventually mustered up the courage to go from looking at her feet to playing with her feet. The feet up and slippers off had become a bit of a regular thing
if my friend wasn't there (he'd be having driving lessons, maybe), but on this particular occassion he was in the room too. He knew I'd get her to
sit down and relax, but maybe not about the shoe removal (I don't know if she told him or not, but he never mentioned it). Anyway, I had her sat down, and
plonked her feet up on the coffee table, pulling both slippers from her feet simultaneously.




Out of nowhere, boosted by teenage hormones and curiosity, I asked her if she wanted her feet massaged. I regretted saying it slightly, as it was an odd thing
to ask out the blue, and wondered what her response would be. She looked a bit bemused, laughed a bit, and said 'Yeah, if you like', but didn't
seem bothered one way or the other. I asked my mate if it was alright, he was fine with it and so off I went, trying to remain as calm and natural voiced as
possible. I pulled a chair up to sit opposite her, pulled her feet onto my lap and began gently massaging her tan stocking soles, tweaking her toes caressing
her insteps, asking her how it felt. I didn't see a change in her mood i.e. more relaxed, but she seemed quite taken by it, and went a bit quiet as I
continued. I only did it for about ten minutes or so, and stopped before I pushed my luck too far. Even though she wasn't a looker, my 15 year old heart
was beating away, as to be massaging the feet of a friend's mother seemed so....exciting, somehow wrong, but that was what made it so cool. I was lost in
the moment, and thought about it all the way home. I wondered if I'd get another chance, and thankfully I did a few months later.




My friend recently passed his driving test, and invited me over one Sunday. I went there, only to find that he really wanted me there to help wash his new car,
which I was less then impressed about. He lived in a small block of flats, which meant we had to keep going upstairs to get refills of water. We took it in
turns, and while I was getting the bucket filled up I began talking to his mother, who was sitting on her bed reading a book. Her bedroom was down the hall,
but was directly opposite the front door. I went into talk to her while the bucket filled up, and noticed that for the first time since I'd known her she
was wearing black tights. Now, this was too good an opportunity to resist. I began talking to her, and as we talked, I slowly began changing the topic to her
shoes, which were laid out neatly around her bedroom.




As we were talking, I said she had lots of shoes, but no trainers, and so asked if she'd like to try on mine. She agreed, slipped off her slippers (they
almost just dropped off her feet) and put them on. We had a bit of a chat, I went to stop the bucket from overflowing and then went to get my trainers back
from her. Irene placed her feet in my lap, and I slowly unlaced each trainer, and slid them off her feet, savouring the moment. As each foot became exposed I
gave each one a a little tickle from toe to heel, but she didn't flinch, smile or laugh as she wasn't ticklish. I expressed disappointment with this,
but wasn't to be deterred.




'You're not ticklish?!?! Oh, that's not fair....! At least you don't mind having your feet massaged, eh? Shall I give you a foot massage
instead, seeing as how you're not ticklish?'




She laughed, and happily placed her black stocking feet in my lap. I gently tickled and massaged her feet for about ten minutes, which Irene willingly let me
do. I'd play with her toes, move down to her heels and insteps, thumbs and fingers rubbing against the soft material of her tights. Irene made no effort to
stop me or get away, so I like to think she was enjoying it, probably not as much as me, but enjoying it nonetheless! As I massaged and caressed each foot, I
was asking her if it tickled, asking her if she was enjoying it, to which the answers were 'no' and 'yes'. I then switched from massaging to a
soft tickling, trying to get a reaction. There still wasn't so much as a squirm, so to try and tickle I started ticklng harder but to no avail. At that
point, I was interrupted by the telephone ringing.




Here comes the best part!




Irene swung her legs from my lap to the floor, and padded out to the hall in stocking feet to answer the phone. I had expected her to put her slippers back on,
so this was a pleasant turn of events! She was on the phone for about five minutes or so, then hung up. I was expecting her to shoo me out the room, but
without saying anything else she came back into the bedroom, sat on the bed and placed her feet back on my lap! I didn't say anything, but returned to
work, fingers working over each spot of her foot, looking for reactions of ticklishness or relaxation in her face. I continued switching between massaging and
tickling her feet, sometimes massaging one and tickling the other! I eventually (by accident) found one little ticklish spot on her feet, just at the base of
the ball and top of the instep! She flinched and laughed when I found it, and pulled away, saying it tickled!




'Are you okay, Irene?'


'Hehehe...yeah...it just tickled a bit...'


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