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I'm 22 years old at the time of me typing this. I've always been attracted to my mother for as long as i could remember (mostly in a romantic way) but she's always treated me like another one of her sons (obviously) but it was around the age of 13 i noticed i began to develop a sexual love, not directly to my mother but to my mothers feet. I know it sounds very odd, strange even but whenever her bare feet where up i would always tend to look at them (she never noticed from what i remember), sometimes when she was out at work i would go to her room and take one of her socks to "" with them, i couldn't return them (for obvious reasons) so i always took others especially dirty ones, she would look all over the house for them but i would just hide them underneath carpets, in the very back of pantries, under my mattress, etc. when she would be done looking she would just buy more for herself which for me seemed like Christmas on a regular basis. she's 49 years old as of now and I still do the same thing when I can. Recently on winter(christmas) breaks from college I would take candid photographs of my mothers feet and show them to my friends since they too have a similar appreciation for feet, I have just over a hundred photos of her feet on my computer and even have back up files encase something happens to the originals. you can call me sick or twisted but i am what i am, it would be cool to hear other stories similar to mine or your own thoughts on my experiences. thanks for reading my confession.
And I love to smell my mom's feet! And my dream is to be her slave :(
I e been jerking off smelling my mother's shoes my whole life. Wish I could do it with her feet in my face
I don't think it is weird at all. I have had a mad ass foot and leg fetish for as long as I can remember. I told my wife about it, after our first anniversary, she didn't take to kindly to it, I guess she judged me and never really accepted it. I gave all the hints over the years we dated. Jeesh who else would hold, kiss and suck her toes except someone who adored feet? Anyway it took a fling with a married woman for me to "Come out" so to speak. She loved it, would rub me with them in the car or under the table at a restaurant for no reason other than to turn us both on. She made her feet the center of attention for me which always led to the most passionate and exciting love making I ever imagined. She was our relator, she noticed me admiring her legs especially when she dangled her shoes. She approached me and asked... You love feet don't you? I for the first time in my life said... I love your feet. Would you like to hold them and suck them. Oh god yes. I would love that too she said. 13 Years with her as a side lover and now I am back to only my wife's beautiful feet, but always feeling like a "Heel" after playing with them. There is nothing worse than feeling crappy about who you are and to have your life long partner not acknowledge or freely participate in your predilection. It is born in you. I remember admiring my aunts pretty feet under the table when I was younger than 5, she couldn't have been more than 22. My sister told me her oldest son confided in her that he has a foot fetish, she asked me how to handle it. I asked why are you asking me. Because you are a man! Whew. My 25 year old daughter once said about a guy who asked her out. Oh god, imagine if he was some sicko foot freak. And therein lies our plight. I guess as much as I accept my fetish, I know others think its weird, so I keep it to myself and will take it to the grave.
I have always had a thing for my mother's feet also I used to and occasionally still do smell her dirty socks the scent of her feet is a massive turn on for me I love it
I don't think thats weird at all. As long as you don't go too crazy, i think its pretty cute and wholesome
I have always loved feet and I used to love it my ex used footjob me and I usedto c** straight away, the best o***** I used to get
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Created: January 27th, 2010 at 7:12 pm
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A little back ground information...I was 5 years old at the time and the year was 1964...I knew about my foot fetish and always looked for an opportunity to be near adult females feet...Near them or under them...Mom, in her late twenties, very slim body, about 5' 6 and 115lbs..She has used me for a rug while she wore her 3" to 5" spike high heels when she was dicipling me and then from time to time playing around, she would step on me when I would be laying on the floor watching TV or something...Having said that, let's get started...(:
1. We were watching T.V. one evening and I was laying on the floor...Well, you can't get trampled sitting on the couch now can we, he he...(: I looked at my mom...She was sitting in her favorite recliner trying to relax from a very hard day...I felt so sorry for her and I wanted to do something to help her relax...We didn't have any carpet in our house just the hard wood floors and some throw rugs...I was happy to be one of the throw rugs for her to walk on...Well, I asked her if she would like a foot rub to help her relax...She said, honey, I would love it if you gave me a foot massage...
I scooted over to where she was sitting...Now, I was very much attracted to her feet but did not know if she knew it or not...Her feet are very slim, nice size 6 with very high arches...Her feet were very smooth and soft...Mom always painted to toe nails and that night they were red...Mom took really good care of her feet...She put her feet into my lap...I was shaking really bad knowing that I was going to be near her feet...I hoped she didn't notice my little winky getting hard...I picked up her right foot and started rubbing...I got close enough to take a deep sniff...Her foot smelled wonderful...I was using my thumbs to massage her foot...Mom said, honey, you give a wonderful foot massage...She continued by saying, we are going to have to do this every night...I was in heaven when she told me that...I rubbed her foot for about 5 minutes when I finished...Still shaking, I put her right foot down and picked up her left foot and took a deep sniff...She saw me do that and gave me a weird look...She asked me if I liked the way her feet smelled...I was embarrassed as you could see my red face...I was caught...I said in a shaky voice that I loved the way her feet smelled...Mom smiled at me and gave me a wink...She said, if you like smelling my feet, we can find opportunities for you to do that...I don't mind if you like smelling my feet...I was so glad she didn't get mad at me for doing so...
I continued massaging her foot and every now and then, I would look up to see her eyes closed enjoying her foot massage...She is the most beautiful woman I have ever encountered...Maybe a little single minded sense she was my mom...(: I was still shaking when I put her foot down...I asked her, sense the floors were so hard, if she wanted something soft to put her feet on...She mentioned, honey, that would be nice but we don't have any pillows in the living room...I looked at her with that little boy smile...Mom pick your feet up...She looked at me with that weird smile she had and said, ok...I laid down right in front of her recliner...Mom smiled, are you going to be ok if I put my bare feet on your little body...I told her that, if she didn't mind walking on me with her spike heels, then I could do this for her while she relaxed...She gave me that loving smile of hers and said, ok honey, get ready...
She brought her feet down really hard on my little body...I flinched a little because I wasn't expecting her to do that...She said in a laughing voice, honey, did that hurt...I said, mom don't worry about me...I like it and you can do anything you want to me...Mom smiled and said, oh I can...I could see that she had that ~evil~ grin on her face...I was thinking in my mind that I was in real trouble for saying that...She had her right foot on my little chest and her left foot on my stomach...Oh, I forgot to tell you, I didn't have a shirt on when she was doing this...
Now, mom had been drinking water all night long and I knew she would have to get up and go to the bath room soon...She started rubbing her feet around on my chest and stomach...She then put her right foot over my face so I could smell her foot...She would move her foot all over my face and said, you feet real nice and soft under my feet, my little rug and foot rest...That was the first time she called me her rug and foot rest...She put her right foot back on my chest and leaned forward over her knees to look at me...I felt her weight come down on my chest and stomach...Her left foot sunk down into my stomach...Honey, I do have to get up and go to the bath room...Would you mind if I used you for a rug to stand on...I gave her a smile of approval and as always, I was hoping she would use me as her rug...She gave me a wink and stood up with all of her weight coming down on my little body...Her left foot almost sank to the floor when she stood on my stomach...She picked up her left foot and turned so she had both feet on my little chest facing me...I looked up at her...She seemed really tall from my view from the floor...She looked so beautiful standing on me...Mom was looking down at me with that ~evil~ grin on her face...At this time, all of the air had left my lungs and I had a hard time breathing...She saw this and smiled...Having a hard time breathing my little rug...She laughed at me while she turned to step off of me to go to the bath room...I felt all of her weight on that one foot when she went to step off of me...
I laid there for a long time it seemed...then I heard clicking on the hard wood floor...Mom had put on her silver 5" spike high heels on...I looked up at her when she came up to me laying, waiting for her to use me for her rug...She told me to roll over onto my stomach...I started to roll over but she didn't let me finish when I felt her left foot come down on my upper back pushing me to the floor...I felt all of her weight coming down on that heel digging into my back...She stepped up and put her right high heeled foot on my lower back...How's that feel my little rug...She turned around on me while digging in those heels...She had to lean back on her heels to sit down...The pain was unbareable...I laid real still so she could get settled in her recliner...She crossed her left leg over her right and I could feel her right heel digging into my upper back...I started to squirm under her...In a laughing voice, I love it when you squirm under my feet, my little rug...She then uncrossed her legs and then crossed her right leg over the left...I felt her lift the toes from the left shoe so the heel was digging into my lower back...Still squirming, she continued to have fun with me laying under her spiked heeled feet...I was her foot rest for the rest of the evening...I was in heaven laying under a beautiful woman...I know she was having fun as well...I think she enjoyed this more than I did...
It was getting late and I know she was getting tired from her long day...She leaned over her knees while applying pressure on her heels...Honey, it is getting late and we need to get some sleep...She said, I think it would be nice to have my little rug sleep next to my bed on the floor so if I needed to get up, I will have something soft to walk on...I told her that I will do anything to help her feel better...I also told her that I liked being a rug and foot rest for her...Well, sense you enjoy this as much as I do, then lets get some sleep...With that, she stood up with all of her weight on those heels...I felt the heels digging in more and more as she stood there...She said, I think I can get used to this, how about you rug boy...I was having trouble beathing at the time and I mustered up a smile...She picked up one foot to step down and I felt all of her weight on the other foot on my upper back...I was living a dream being there on the floor...She clicked away as she walked towards her bed room...I got up and ran to the bath room to look at the high heel marks she left on me...As I said before, I didn't have a shirt on when she walked on my little body...
I hope you enjoyed this story...All of it is true to the best of my knowledge...It happened a long time ago and I believe I got all of the details in...HAPPY TRAMPLING
Heelinrug
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This story is about my mom and me. She has always been very casual with me about everything. Even when I was small like 5 or 6 years old I remember she used to use my back as a footrest for her tired feet after office. She used to dress up in proper business attire with a grey suit and high heel pumps. First time it started when I was 5 and half years old and I had just finished my first grade. I used to ask mom to help with my homework everyday but since I was free that day so I wanted to help her ins
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