My Son

 My Son
      Submitted on 04/14/05


This story happened a few years ago I was forty at the time and my oldest 
son was 17. Now I don't know if foot fetish can run in the family but for my 
son it did he might have just grown accustomed to it seeing my husband rub 
my feet all the time. But I can't really be sure. Anyway my son Brian I had 
noticed when he was younger had started to look at female feet, I couldn't 
help but smile at this thinking of how much he was like his father and I. I 
never recall seeing him look at my own feet. Which I could understand 
because I never found my own mothers feet attractive, though unlike myself I 
saw him eyeing his sisters feet a few times as well, I never liked my own 
sisters feet either. I don't I think I tried to keep it out of the family to 
a degree only worshiping my aunts or cousins feet. Anyway on with the story. 
Well, it all started one day, I was getting home from my job of being a 
teacher to find that Brian was already home. When I opened the door I saw 
him right by the door where the shoes were and I thought I saw him smelling 
my shoes but he put down the shoes quickly (he wasn't aware that I knew of 
his foot fetish). So I just figured he had been smelling his sisters again 
which I had seen him do many a time before. I didn't think anything of it 
until the next day when I went to go to work and I slipped on the shoes I 
thought I saw him have and they were rather moist on the inside. I took my 
foot out to find it cover partly in cum, I went into the bathroom in the 
hall and washed off my foot shaking my head think that my husband had been 
at my shoes again. I cleaned out the shoes and then got a different pair to 
wear for that day. Well, over the next week I kept on find my different 
shoes with cum in them. By this time I was starting to get a little mad 
thinking that here my husbands goes at my shoes like crazy when he knows he 
can have my actual feet and he had only gone at them about 4 times that 
whole week. I never expected that it might actually be my son until one day 
when I was in the kitchen making dinner when Brian walked in and got some 
soda and then walked over to me and made small talk. For a while I just 
talked with him asking him how school was coming and similar stuff when it 
almost seemed as though he purposely lost his balance and spilled his soda 
all over my barefoot. I grabbed a rag and bent over to wipe it up when he 
said "let me get in Mom I'll wipe it up." With that he knelt down and 
started to clean up all the spilled soda, he then came to my foot and with 
gentle fingers grabbed and started to wipe off the soda. After a minute or 
so I stopped feeling the rag upon my foot and when he didn't stand up I 
looked down to find him just kneeling there seemingly looking at my foot. I 
then said "Brian is something the matter?" He stood up immediately and said 
"no Mom nothing wrong just though I saw an ant but it was just some dust." I 
just looked at him and thinking that he was almost certainly lieing but I 
dismissed it saying "oh OK well dinner will be ready in ten." With that he 
walked out of the kitchen and I for the first time started to contemplate 
the idea that my own son liked my feet. After that day I started to think of 
clever ways to get Brian up closer to my feet for I was rather curious to 
see if he really did like my feet or if it was just my mind playing tricks 
on me. The first test was that I told Brian that I'd be having to work at 
school a little later and wouldn't have time to do the laundry and asked him 
if he would do it for me for a week or two. Brian agreed and as those two 
weeks went by I started to noticed that a few pairs of my socks were 
disappearing. That was the first test that I put him through which had 
proved to be positive for that he liked my feet. The next test was that I 
asked him to polish my shoes, I figured that I found the inside of the shoes 
wet that it would mean he was licking the inside of the shoes. This test 
proved negative but I figured that the next test would be the real test as 
to if he liked my feet or not. I waited until the weekend when my daughter 
and my husband left for a weekend at my husbands parents. I put into full 
affect my test when they were gone I started to walk around barefoot a lot 
more and I tried to move my feet in a sexy way showing off my white soles 
and golden tanned top of my feet. When I was wearing something it was 
usually slippers which I dangled constantly every second I was by Brian. 
When I got back from running some errands on Saturday I told Brian that I 
really wanted to paint my toe nails but I just too tired to do it. I asked 
Brian if it'd be too much to ask for him to do it for me, he agreed almost 
instantly. So I took off my shoes and let him take off my socks for me and 
then I gave him a sexy red to paint them. He painted the diligently and 
within a half hour was done he got up with his hands in his pockets and said 
he was going out with his friends and would be back later. He then left and 
close the door behind him I just smiled at how devilish I was being but I 
thought that there was one last test I needed to put on him. Out of the 
three test I had done two had proved positive with only one negative and if 
this next one was positive I would then know for sure. The last test I did 
only Sunday him and I were both sitting on the couch watching TV when I put 
my feet in his lap and said "Brian be a dear and rub my feet for me they are 
just killing me today." Brian in a stuttering hushed voice answered "um yeah 
sure thing Mom." With that he took my size eight foot in his hands and 
slowly slid off my socks and started to rub his thumbs in a circular motion 
on my foot. I slid off my other sock and put the foot up on top of the couch 
right next to where his head was as he rubbed my feet. I then went back and 
started to make it look like I was watching TV. But I was really watching as 
Brian stared intently at my foot while he was giving in a massage and didn't 
take his eyes off it. I heard him starting to take deep breaths through his 
nose as though he was trying to catch his breath. I then looked for the one 
thing that gives away all men every time, I saw a rather large bulge in his 
short and it was then that I knew that my son liked my feet. I decided that 
I would give him this one time at my feet, so my next move was that the foot 
that had been resting on the couch near is head I put so that it was on his 
shoulder. He noticed this but didn't make any move to get away and in fact 
slight turned his head so that his nose was closer. The next part was that I 
put my head back against the couch and let out a moan of approval. When I 
did that I felt his hands falter a little but quickly pick up after 
themselves and continue to rub my feet. After a few minutes of silence I saw 
him stop rubbing and slowly bring my foot up to his face and take a quick 
sniff. I then pushed my foot a little closer until his nose was between my 
toes and I heard him taking in deep breaths of the sweaty wet odor of my 
feet. I then took my other foot and place it onto of his face as well, he 
let his hands drop to his side and I felt his whole body shudder and he 
continued to sniff my feet. I took my right foot and slid it along the side 
of his cheek until I reached his lips which I rubbed and moistened with my 
foot sweat. I then put in a little force and slid my big toe into his mouth 
which he moaned at instant contact of his tongue. He sucked on it softly and 
with a little force I pushed in the other four toes of my right foot at 
which he urged forward when they touched his tongue again. When my toes were 
in his mouth he tried to suck and lick them but I could tell his tongue was 
a virgin in this matter so I started to use my toes and move his tongue 
where it should go. Making his tongue run over my toes and around them and 
then between them as well, all this while he was still smelling my left 
foot. I pulled my toes out of his mouth and arched my foot in front of his 
face to stick my sole out at him which took him a second to realize but he 
then took to the idea and started to stroke it with his tongue. Running it 
up and down, side to side, and then giving the toes quick licks too. He was 
getting worked up over this as I saw that every few moments he would move 
forward rubbing his cock against his hands. It was long before he cummed in 
his pants about 3 times consquectively before he finally stood up and walked 
up to his room.
This was the only experience I ever had with Brian and neither him nor I 
ever spoke about it. From time to time though even now I still catch Brian 
looking at my feet.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I'll write more soo