My AuntSexually Explicit
I live in a small town. Not much excitement here. Once when I was about 15 or so, my aunt hurt her back and came to live with us. It was just me and my mom in the house. Dad split years ago. I guess I'd grown sort of attracted to women's feet much earlier. My mom had a lot of friends who would sit around and play cards and drink and such. Nearly every weekend there would be a gathering of women who would sit, remove their shoes and drink and play cards. Wow, I used to love sitting on the floor under the table. I'd be playing with my toy cars and trucks under there. The women never seemed to mind an occasional "bump" from a small car into their arches or toes. They just pushed the toy back towards me and kept on playing cards like nothing happened. My aunt lived in the city. She was a mover and shaker, or so mom would say about her. Once she got hurt she slowed down a bit though. It was my job to take up her supper at night. We became close friends as she was bed ridden with her back injury. Mom sometimes went over to a girl friends house to play cards. On one such occasion I was upstairs in my aunts room watching TV with her. She was only covered with a sheet and her ankles were sticking out. I sat on the end of the bed as usual so as to be close to her pretty feet. She never mentioned me staring at them before but I know she must have seen me do it. I'd sometimes lay with my face near them just to breath in her scent. Man, did her feet stink, just from being alive. Stink is a good thing for one such as myself who so enjoys the scent of a woman's feet. After years of being under that kitchen table I've smelled my share too. Well, anyway, my aunt must have figured that I liked hers since she suddenly began to bend her leg. This brought her soles within inches of my face. I laid on my side, facing her wrinkled soles. My nose was just inches from her toes. My cock was hardening in my pants. I was glad it was dark in the room with the only light coming from her TV on the dresser across the room. All was well until she "accidently" brushed her right sole against my lips. I froze. I didn't want her to move her foot. It felt soft and warm. She left it there for more than a moment and then said, "Oh Tommy, I'm sorry. I hope my feet aren't blocking your view." I assured her that I could see everything just fine. Then she smiled and said, "But dear, my feet sweat a lot, they always have. It must be terrible having to lay there and smell them so close to your face like that, isn't it?" I was busted now. Even at my young age I knew she was no dummy, so I decided to go for broke. "Well actually," I began sheepishly, "I have noticed that your feet do smell, but I kind of like the scent of them." She laughed and said, "You mean all the time you lay dow there you've been enjoying smelling my tired old feet?" Remember friends, all this time her foot was still resting on my lips. "Yes I have," I answered. "Tommy," she asked softly, "If you want to you can smell my feet anytime. I've met fellows like you before. In fact, I rather enjoy it when a man, or even a boy such as you, pays attention to my feet." With that I took hold of her ankle and mashed her soft wrinkled sole full to my face. She flexed her toes under my nose which caused the most satisfying aroma to fill my nostrils. "Ahhh, that's a good boy," she said, "sniff between my sweaty little toes. That's it honey, make your aunties feet feel wonderful as you breath through my toes. This is such a warm feeling having you worship my feet like this." I pulled her leg closer to my hard little cock. She felt me dry humping her thigh as I French kissed her soles. I licked her foot as if they were my last meal. "Now Tommy," she cooed, "use that moist little tongue of yours between my toes." I needed no further encouragement. I lapped between her toes like there was no tomorrow. She spread them apart for me and shifted her ankles to alert me as to when to lick between the next one. Her feet were already moist just from her sweat. Now I was lubricating them with my tongue. She would wipe her soles all over my face making my face smell like her feet. We laid there for hours as she watched TV and I orally pampered her soft white feet. "Suck on my heels for a while now Tommy," she'd say. "Use your teeth to scrape off the dry skin around them." Now I had a mission. I gnawed her heels like an expert. She loved forcing her heels into my sucking mouth, only to snatch them out of my clinging lips. She loved the popping sound my mouth made when she did that. "Now Tommy, suck on my big toe. Bob your head up and down on it honey and suck it all the way in." I was in heaven at her feet. My cock was about to shoot its mess in my underpants as I continued humping her fleshy thighs. "It's ok if you have an 'accident' in your pants honey," she cooed. "I know that you haven't had much sexual action around here. I know that you have a foot fetish and this is turning you on. I can feel you humping my leg. Now we are related and can go no further than this, but honey, if you feel like letting loose in your pants while you enjoy being my foot licker, it's alright with me honey. Go ahead and enjoy yourself. My feet are yours." With that I ground my cock against her thigh and sniffed the soft undersides of her toes while at the same time I slowly licked her soles. My breath faltered a moment and then it happened. I shot a warm stringy stream in my underpants. There was so much of my cum that it soaked through my jeans as I humped her leg. "Ummmmm," she smiled, "feels like somebody enjoyed himself tonight. Why don't you go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Don't worry, I'll just keep my feet under the sheet until you get back. Now that you've cum, you'll be more attentive to pleasuring me at my feet, wouldn't you Tommy boy?" All I could say was, "Yes Ma'am."