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Well, i confess that due to my wonderful therapists help, ive been enabling my son's sexualized view of and behaviors towards me, and other potential women later in his life. For that I am greatful, but now i have the looming guilt of letting him "go too far" as one of my dear friends advised me one day, about two months ago now. At first i would ask him to rub my feet because they actually hurt after wearing the shoes (heels) we have to wear to work. Furthermore, im a nylons enthusiast, well, now my son is too, not sure if thats related yet, but anyways, first came the foot rubs started by me, then him getting a little shakey and sweaty when he touches my feet, then allowing him to smell my feet which sounded weird but didnt concern me, and then to pleasuring himself while he rubs my feet and my therapist made me realize i unconsciouly would not wear underwear for my foot rubs or i would make it a point to wear nylons so he can rub them, to being thrilled over watching him climax over me which made me feel like the center of the universe and young again, and finally, the part that im still working on, me pleasuring him with my feet. It only happened about 3 times and i put an end to it, but the worst part is that it still gets me, you know, hot and bothered. im glad we stopped because truthfully i confess i was having fantasies of doing more than just foot play with him. It felt good to get that off my chest, thank you. I love my son, i just think he is very handsome and attractive and i like that he finds my sexy...i try to make it a poiint to wear his fave legging and shoes 1-3 times a week.


In our female-dominated blended family, it has always been customary for the male family members to do foot service for the women. Young people in particular have to learn early on to have respect for us women. They shine our shoes and put our slippers in front of our feet. As a reward, they can smell our nylon-stockinged toes if they have already developed a preference for female feet. If not, they have to do extensive foot massages and pedicures until a passable foot love sets in. Both my step sons are almost grown and have confirmed to me that this type of upbringing has done their behavior good. They know what is proper and pay due respect to a lady when she comes to visit us. If given permission, they place a gentle kiss under the lady's toes. A clear pecking order under female supremacy guarantees harmonious family life.


Honestly I find nothing wrong with it. Why not let him experiment with someone he trusts.


You and son need many years of therapy, perhaps he would consider cutting off his baby p**** and you get your smelly s**** hole sewed shut so the temptation will go away from both you deranged psychos...find some black negro crackheads in the meantime to have fun kink g******** with.


Let me guess, there's no white crackheads, ohh yeah they're too busy having incest and, f****** the family dog


Wow this is intense. I must admit I also had a similar experience when I was young although I never e********* in front of my mom. I was 12 when I came for the first time while sniffing her worn hose. What a glorious feeling. I still remember the smell. It was something like a moist vinagar smell which drove me insane. My juice almost hit the ceiling! Although I tried to hide the occasional sneak and j*** routine with her hose I think she knew and didn’t try to stop me. A mother always knows what’s up but I guess didn’t want to embarrass me.


You say you don't want to go all the way, just go for it. You can start by rubbing your stinky nylon feet on his baby size vienna sausage till it gets to dribbling then you can immediately put that lil sausage in your filthy mouth and start sucking it till it goes dry. Then let you son get a go whiff of your smelly v***** , then you both be satisfied.


Where is the dislike button? You make me sick. I think less of incestual people than I do murders


Why? Cause society has a gross exaggeration on family members having sexual feelings for each other? Could you explain to me how murders are not as bad as people who are insest? I would really like to know how taking someone's life isn't as looked down on as two family members engaging with each other sexually.


I licked and creamed once while she rubbed my face in it


I loved when my mom finally let me kiss her feet


Not with your own mom , that's creepy. See if one of your friends is into the same thing and trade mom's . Everyone is happy


Your a sick dude, trying to impersonate a mom, and live out your personal fantasy. I love womens feet, not my moms. You give men with a foot fetish, a bad name!


No, not actually. Girls who are closed minded and at a young age give them a bad name. It's also the men with foot fetish related posts that also add to it. Men and girls are to blame. Just look at what it has turned into on the internet.


Ay who cares if its true or not cause it happens fr my mom let me kiss her feet


That was too sexy for me to say anything more


You are a really good mommy, most boys would have to make squirties on their mom's heels secretly. I would love to join your son in jerking off to your sexy heels and feet, may I please c** inside your boots?

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This short story contains, Master and Slave, male foot fetish and graphic sexual scenes of verbal degradation and humiliation.
“Get up, boy!” These were the words of my new Master, Troy.
My body ached and my tight hole felt battered and bruised. I awoke to see Troy standing over my bed, wearing a tight black tank top and black underwear with a white trim. He had that same cold, merciless expression I saw on his face last night when he beat me and fucked me into submission.
I don’t know why I didn’t fight back, I should have, but I didn’t. Troy was only a few inches taller than me and more muscled for sure, but there was something about him that made me feel inferior to him. I just stared up at him, the hairs on his body shining in the sun light that breached the dorm windows made him glow.
“Good morning,” I finally spoke, nerves struck me and my voice felt weak.
“You seemed so tired this morning, so I thought I’d let you sleep in.” Troy said, almost thoughtful, but there was a lashing whip waiting in his eye. Something sinister, but the very sight of him triggered my arousal.
I quickly looked at my phone and saw I had slept for an extra hour than I planned to, that didn’t give me a lot of time to get myself ready for my classes.
“Yeah, you’ve already missed breakfast,” Troy said as he saw the panic in my face from checking the time. The mention of food made my stomach groan, I needed my strength after last night. Last night, how could I ever forget that, the way he made me feel so worthless, but thinking about his powerful cock inside me again made mine harden.
“But don’t worry, I brought some cereal back for you,” He smirked.
“Thanks,” I said, feeling awkward. I had come to learn that with his smirk followed something humiliating. I got up from my bed, and Troy walked over the small sink and counter we had in the room. I noticed he was wearing some dirty white sports socks, they left damp sweaty foot prints on the wooden flooring, my mouth watered just thinking about smelling and tasting them. Troy picked up a white bowl and a small carton of milk. He took them over to his desk, I walked towards him and reached for the bowl.
He grabbed my arm and glared at me. “Did I say you can have it yet, faggot?” he spoke down to me, his tone was firm as his grip.
“No,” I stuttered. His other hand grabbed my balls through my underwear and squeezed them tight. I winced in pain, they were still sore from being kicked and crushed last night. The pain brought me to my knees and that’s when he finally let go.
“That’s better,” Troy said from above, he looked down at me in disgust. “That’s where you belong, you understand? Down there on your hands and knees like a dog. In fact, why don’t you show me how much of a good dog you really are?”
He picked up the bowl and put it down at his feet in front of me, I paused and didn’t know what to say. I had figured he wanted me to eat the cereal out of the bowl at his feet, but I froze awaiting his next command. He didn’t say a word he just glared down at me, watching and waiting. I then lowered myself and leaned my face down to the bowl.
“Wait.” Troy stopped me, using his foot to keep my head away from the bowl. I just knelt there obediently waiting for what was coming next. “I forgot your milk,” Troy grinned. He opened the carton and took a sip, “but first, take my sock off, boy.”
I did as I was told and reached for his left socked foot, bringing it near my face. I wanted to bury my nose deep into the grimy, dark soles and press my nose into his toes, but I restrained myself and started to pull the sock down his leg.
Troy kicked me in the face. “With your teeth, mutt!” he barked.
“Sorry,” I said in a panic. Why did he make me feel this way? Why can’t I just get up and walk away? Why was my cock oozing precum every time he looked me?
He kicked me again, harder this time. “Sorry, what?”
I stared at him, finding it hard to look away. “Sorry, Master.”
He smirked when I said it, taking great pleasure in my humiliation and the power he had over me, the power I had surrendered to him.
“Get back to work, boy. Before I drink the rest of your milk and you don’t want to know what I’ll use as a substitute.” He grinned.
I leaned into his leg, resting his foot against my shoulder. He pressed his sole firmly against me as I pulled the sock with my teeth. They had a faint stale sweaty smell and taste to them. I managed to slip his slightly damp foot free from his sock. He then pressed his foot against my face and I leaned into his sole, kneading my face deep into it, kissing and sniffing hungrily. I completely lost myself.
I saw Troy smirking down at me, seeming satisfied at my response. He dragged his foot down my face and leaned forward, putting his foot into the cereal bowl and poured the remaining milk over his toes. He leaned back, looking down at me again, I could read in his eyes what he expected of me, but I waited. I wanted to hear his voice command me.
“Eat your breakfast, dog.” He sneered, mashing the cereal in-between his toes and under his sole.
I leaned down and kissed and sucked the cereal from his foot, showing my gratitude to his big powerful Alpha stinking feet.
“Good, boy. You should be grateful for my kindness faggot.” Troy began. “I was planning to make you do this in front of my friends at the mess hall. Show everyone what a worthless piece of shit you really are. But since you were such a good slut last night and took my cock nice and deep, I thought I would reward you with breakfast at my feet. Aren’t you a lucky boy?”
I continued to lick and suck my breakfast through his foot, the milk tasted salty from his sweaty toes, but it made it taste incredible.
He removed his foot from my lips and stood up, I felt a hard kick to my side I rolled onto my back and he slammed his foot down onto my throat. I choked as his foot stomped down on me. I looked up seeing the fire in his eyes once again he applied more pressure with his foot and I struggled to breathe.
“Fucking piece of shit faggot. Don’t you ever keep me waiting again. When I ask you a question you answer, do you understand you pathetic worm?” Troy barked down at me. But I couldn’t answer him I was choking under his foot. Suddenly I felt his crushing weight loosen and I gasped for air, he kept his foot resting on my throat glaring down at me without mercy.
“Yes Master,” I quickly gasped. His expression didn’t change, he still looked down at me in disgust. He cleared his throat and then spat on my face. He looked down at my crotch, noticing my hard cock bulging through my underwear.
“You really are pathetic, aren’t you faggot.” Troy said, stomping down on my throbbing dick. I winced from the pain, but my dick twitched and hardened even more as he mashed it under his foot. “Do you like it when I hurt you faggot? What sort of freak are you?” Troy seemed intrigued. “Answer me, Faggot!”
“Yes Sir, I like it when you crush my dick under your foot Sir. I love everything about your feet Master.” I had completely lost myself now, I wanted to belong to him and worship his feet always. Troy pressed harder on my dick and began to rub my hard cock under his sole, it felt so good, he looked godly above me, his muscles kept flexing as he applied more pressure, I loved the way he looked down at me, his Superior smug face drove me crazy. I couldn’t hold it back any longer, my load had built up and exploded through my underwear. The warm sticky cum felt good against my skin. I looked up at Troy and smiled from my release, but he still glared down at me, he stepped down on my face.
“Kiss my foot and thank me faggot.” My Master demanded. I obeyed and kissed his foot.
“Thank you, Master.” I said, eagerly kissing his sole.
“Get yourself cleaned up, you disgust me.” Troy said as he stepped off my face and then ignored me.
This was one of the first gay erotica stories I was asked to write many years back. This short story contains, Master and Slave, male foot fetish and graphic sexual scenes of verbal degradation and humiliation.
I’m not usually the nervous type, but the thought about going to college in another country made my gut churn. My names Jamie, just turned 18 and I guess I’m your typical pretty boy type. Green eyes, brown hair and athletic body from all the swimming training. But I’m also a nerd at heart. I’ve always done well at school and love to read.
I got offered a sports scholarship in Florida, from the brochure it looked alright, a lot warmer than being in the UK and thankfully no uniforms either. Plus the thought of seeing all those guys barefoot and in flip-flops definitely won me over. Maybe I’d get a hot roommate whose socks I could secretly sniff.
I’ll miss my swimming team here though, they weren’t the brightest guys in the world, but man did they know how to look after their bodies. I especially loved to watch them in the locker rooms when we had training. There was this one guy, 6ft something, big muscular build with size 13 feet to balance that titan physique of his. His sports locker was beside mine and he wasn’t the shy type, he would just strip down naked, he didn’t bother using a towel to cover himself up, he just let it all hang out. It was damn hard to try to not stare at his big dick flopping beside me, though it wasn’t his dick that my gaze kept fixating on. I was obsessed with his feet, their size and even their smell and man did his feet stink when he kicked off his Nikes. I had to keep my towel on to cover my boner so the guys wouldn’t notice.
I always seemed to stare at guy’s feet, I don’t know why, but it’s the first thing I always look at when I check out guys. I’ve always known I’ve liked guys more than girls, but I’m not out as gay, yet. I guess I’m worried about people might think of me. For a start I doubt I’d be able to get away with perving on the jocks in the locker room if I was, I guess being a closet homo has its perks.
The atmosphere seemed friendly enough when I arrived, I was even assigned a helper.
“Hi you must be Jamie, I’m Tag.” He said as he extended his hand, inviting me to shake it. I clocked his feet, they looked like a size 7 or maybe a small 8. He was slim with blonde hair and blue eyes, he seemed nice enough.
“Quite a place you got here.” I said shaking his hand.
“Yeah, the history about this place is interesting. It used to be a Military school.” Tag explained. I found it pretty interesting.
As he kept talking I noticed some guys walking down the hall towards us. The first thing I noticed was that they all had big feet and the wooden floor seemed to echo with each step they took.
“Hey Fag,” one of the guys taunted Tag, looking down at him with a superior smirk on his face. Unfortunately for Tag he wasn’t very tall, even I was taller than him.
“My names Tag,” Tag said sheepishly, his body language had altered completely in the presence of the guys and he looked at the floor as he spoke. I felt bad for him, I had never been a target for bullies before, mainly because I was tall, good-looking and played sports. But Tag, he was an easy t
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