TABOO TALES(erotica)

A mutual fetish brings a mother and son closer together.(Enjoy the ride)

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“Hello earth to Mr. Dion?”

Jumping at the sound of my name I looked up to see the professor staring at me.

“Umm Yes Mrs. Richards?” I asked.

“Well Mr. Dion, my initial question was; ‘are you paying attention’, and I believe you just answered that.”

“Sorry Mrs. Richards.” I said lamely, feeling myself blush a little as several of the other students around me laughed.

“You will be if you don’t pass the exam on Friday Billy,” Mrs. Richards said shaking her head. “I know US History isn’t part of your major but credits are credits.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Fortunately Mrs. Richards let it go at that and returned back to discussing the always exciting subject of Manifest Destiny. I sighed and jumped again as a paperclip hit my hand. I looked to the left and saw my best friend Jeff looking over at me smirking. As I looked at him he nodded his head, and pointing past me, winked and whispered;

“Don’t blame you Bill, she’s hot!”

I nodded in agreement, and turning my head, looked over at the ‘she’ Jeff had been referring to. Sitting one seat up from me to my right was Miranda James, and as Jeff had said, she was damn hot. Of course Jeff had been right about me day dreaming over Miranda, I mean who wouldn’t? Miranda was tall, blond, tan, and had legs that went forever. Currently Miranda was showing off those legs quite well, wearing a tiny pair of denim shorts, that when she stood, barely covered the cheeks of her perfect little heart shaped ass. What Jeff, and pretty much everyone else, would be wrong about however was exactly which parts of Miranda’s amazing body I was staring at.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

If you were to follow my eyes one would think I was looking at her legs, which don’t get me wrong were more than worth checking out and I had, but the focus of my attention was at the end of those long legs. What I really had my eye on was Miranda’s incredibly sexy feet. I tried not to look, as it would only drive me crazy, but I couldn’t help it. I was drawn to those tan perfectly shaped feet, with their bright red toe nail polish, like a moth to a flame. Making matters worse was that Miranda had slid her feet out of the straps of her sandals and had her toes pressed into the shoe with her feet up in the air. This left me staring at the smooth white soles of her feet and the extremely vivid image of me lying on the floor and licking the bottom of them.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, as my hard cock was bending painfully in my jeans. To make matters worse, at that moment, Miranda decided to not only cross her legs under her desk, but to dangle the sandal off of the edge of her toe. With an act of will I forced myself to turn and face the front of the class before I popped off in my jeans. I closed my eyes and shook my head as if physically trying to get the image of sucking on Miranda’s red toes out of my mind.

For those of you who do not have one, which is most people I suppose, a foot fetish is not an easy thing to deal with. Most guys, and don’t get me wrong me as well, are obsessed with girls tit’s and asses and will stare whenever they can. The difference there is you can’t actually see anything and can only imagine so much, but feet? Well in the warm weather which is what we were in now the girls had their bare feet on full display and it was driving me crazy. Sexy strappy sandals, heels that are so high they are uncomfortable; ankle bracelets, toe rings, and of course pedicures to keep those pretty little feet nice and soft for when they are up on their man’s shoulders or chest. Better yet for when they were wrapped around a nice hard…

I was doing it again! Oh well, I thought at least I was doing a good job of not thinking of where my fetish started and whose feet I was attracted to the most. After all a foot fetish seemed strange enough to some people, but if they ever knew it was my own mother’s feet that had instilled it in me it would be off to therapy I’d go! Stop that! I yelled at myself again as I immediately pushed the image of my mother’s black stocking clad feet and pretty little toes out of my mind.

I’m sure part of the reason my fetish was so frustrating was because I had never been able to properly satisfy it. I’d been fixated with feet since well before I’d started having sex and still had yet to really explore my passion for them. Of course seeing that indeed, my love of feet had started with my mother, I tried to avoid thinking about any scenario that involved her, although admittedly lately it had been a losing battle. Pushing that from my mind before unwanted images began forming; I went back to thinking how I was too embarrassed to mention it to my first couple of girlfriends. In hindsight this was kind of stupid, as who knew maybe they might have let me play. Instead I would use any excuse I could find to rub their feet, and then after I was all hot and bothered just fuck them while I thought about their feet.

Even then, I would find positions to have their feet up on my shoulders or close to my face. Occasionally I would turn my head and give their foot or toe a quick kiss which would get a giggle out of them but I avoided licking and sucking on them the way I really wanted too. Sometimes when I would have sex doggy style I would try to look back over my shoulder at the soles of their feet facing up while they were on their knees and imagine cumming right there in their cupped feet. That thought alone would usually cause me to fuck them harder and faster and as I was spraying my cum over their ass or deep inside of them would have the image of their cum coated toes in my head. So far the closest I had gotten to satisfying my fantasies had been with Julie.

Julie and I had started going out when we met at our freshmen year at the University of Rhode Island, and after we had been together for a year, I had finally decided to fess up about how much her feet turned me on. Julie looked at me like I was a little weird but said that I always made her feel good so she would let me play. I was beside myself and after giving her a long foot rub with strawberry scented lotion got down on my knees and started kissing, licking and sucking on her cute little toes. I was hard as a rock but whenever I looked up Julie had an odd look on her face, as if she were embarrassed for me. I continued, hoping to get her into it, and after kneeling between her legs, took her feet and placed them around my cock.

Julie’s feet were still a little moist from the lotion and my cock slid easily through them as I started thrusting my hips. I couldn’t believe it! I was actually fucking her feet! I looked up again and saw Julie watching but still with that look of ‘are you kidding?’ on her face. I felt bad she wasn’t into it, but certainly was not going to stop having gotten this far. Admittedly it was a turn off seeing she was not excited and I started to look back towards her adorable little feet around my fairly sizable cock. Just as I started to turn away however I had an instant visual of my mother’s face looking down into her lap her eyes wide with lust and her lips parted as she panted and moaned while my father…

I immediately looked back to Julie’s feet and started fucking them faster and harder trying to get off, figuring that once I came and fulfilled my fantasy those sick thoughts would finally fade from my mind. I was just starting to breathe hard when Julie asked;

“You’re not going to cum are you Billy?” As I slowed and looked at her, she opened her legs showing off her pretty little pussy that had just a little bit of blonde hair over it and continued; “You’d rather do that then fuck me?”

I all but rolled my eyes as I had deliberately taken my time going down on her and getting her off nice and hard so that I could do this and she didn’t lose out. In hindsight I suppose I should have kept going, but as I stared at her she batted her baby blue eyes and pushed her lips out in the pout that always got her what she wanted from me. That pout that was so much like the one my mother used to use on my father anytime she wanted something. Of course Julie knew that it was the other things her lips could do that made me fall for it, which had made me start to wonder what my mother’s had been doing that she got whatever she wanted.

Shutting that out, I reluctantly removed my cock from between Julie’s delightfully sticky feet, and sliding up between her legs, slipped my cock inside of her admittedly very warm and inviting pussy. I had been close while fucking her feet, but the disappointment of having to stop coupled with my mind beginning to wander into uninvited territory had slowed me up somewhat. Julie had sighed happily and wrapped her arms and legs around me as I began to slowly fuck her the way she liked it; missionary and boring. After a couple of minutes Julie dropped her legs from my waist and I felt her feet land flat on my calves.