Joshua's story [part 02 of 08]

A Son becomes Mom’s foot-slave - by Lickfoot Papissa.

[Chapter 02 of 08] - THE FIRST FOOT-RUB

One evening, I had already finished all my chores including preparing dinner. I was waiting till mom returned home.  She got home about half-an-hour late than usual and looked much more exhausted than she usually does.

“How was your day, Mom ?” I asked as she came in.

“Aah..!. It was as awful as you are..” she said sarcastically. “Today we had to go on a promotional campaign to some near-by offices. I was on my feet most of the day’ and my feet are aching like mad”, Mom said stretching along the recliner chair. “Do me a favor ?, please bring me my foot-bath with a bit of warm-water. It must me up in my room. I better rinse my tiered feet a bit today, while watching TV”, mom said removing her high-heel pumps, and dropping them on the floor.

I soon fetched her foot-bath with some warm water. Mom had her feet rested on the extendable leg-rest of the chair. Her feet soles had turned red, filled with blood. The Pearl-Pink nail polish on her toes glistered in contrast to her Chocolate-Brown insteps, as she wriggled her toes. I felt a quick rush-of-blood flow through my body. I knew this was my golden moment. Gaining all the courage in the world, I managed to speak-up;

“Mom, would you like me to rub your feet for a while first ?”. She looked-up at me in surprise for a moment. I remained calm as possible, and gave her an innocent smile.

“Well, of-cause?. That’ll be great !” she said with a thoughtful nod, and a cheeky smile.

I kept the foot-bath aside, and sat on the floor in front of mom’s feet. Her feet were now at my chest height. I felt nervous and my hands started to tremble. I took some time, and stiffened my hand, and held mom’s right foot firmly with both my hands. They felt very warm and soft.

I had gone through a few videos of how to give a foot massage, earlier. But now my memory was not as clear as I wanted it to be. I wrapped my fingers around the instep of her foot, and placed my thumbs over the toe-mounds on her foot sole. Pressing my thumbs into the soft flesh of mom’s toe-mounds, I started to draw slow circles on them.

“Mmm..Aaah !”, mom immediately purred with pleasure, and relaxed herself by stretching-out on the chair. Her feet got pushed further towards me, almost touching my face.

Sitting on the floor, I already was bent forward for two reasons. One; was to get a better chance of sniffing the sweet aroma of mom’s feet, and the second; was to make room for the massive hard-on between my legs.

I continued with the foot-massage by applying pressure on mom’s soft foot soles with my thumbs. Then I gently racked her foot’s inner arch using my knuckles. I squeezed her soft and puffy heel with my fingers, also massaging the chip of her heel and the ‘four tiers’ of her foot. I sent my fingers in between her toes, and rubbed the gaps in-between her toes, before plucking each of her toes with ‘pop’ sound. Finally, I softly caressed and squeezed mom’s entire foot from the ankles down-wards, brushing down her insteps.

Once I finish with mom’s Right foot, I did the same with her other foot. To end the massage, I took mom’s both feet in my hands, and stroked them gently including her shins and calves.

“Now, that was so wonderful !” said mom once I finished rubbing her feet. “And that also shows that you are NOT an entirely useless dumb-ass that I thought you were. You do have some talent in giving foot-rubs. So, I want you to put that talent of yours to good use, and give you a mother a foot-rub every evening. Do you think you could do that boy ?.” mom asked with a serious tone.

“Yes, of-cause mom” I said. ‘With Pleasure’ I wanted to say, but held on to my words.

“Now that my feet feel relaxed, I’ll have my foot-bath before I go to bed. So I want you to serve dinner to the table, and bring my slippers to me. I like to have my dinner a bit early today. I’m starving” mom commanded. I obeyed her instructions to the word.

From that day on, it became a part of my daily routine to give mom’s tiered feet a rub, once she returned home from work. Mom came straight to the recliner chair in the living room, once she got home. She then poured herself a glass of wine, and watched TV sipping it, while I got busy rubbing her feet. Mom never even bothered to remove her shoes anymore. She just put her feet on the leg-rest and relaxed. It was my job to remove her shoes, and rub her feet.

Once the foot-rub was finished, I placed mom’s slippers at her feet. Then she would move past me and wait seated at the dining table, for me to serve her dinner. I really enjoyed giving her foot-rubs. It set my fantasies ablaze. In fact, I was looking forward to it every day.

March 15^th is mom’s birthday. That morning on her 40^th birthday, she told me that she was coming home early, and going out again. She said she wouldn’t need dinner, as she was throwing a party for some of her friends at a Night-club. As she said, mom came home around five that evening, and straight-away headed upstairs to have a shower and get dressed.

That morning mom wore a beige color short-skirt business suit along with a pair of Beige four-inch-heeled peep-toe pumps. Mom had chosen a Gold color nail-polish for that week. At about six in the evening, mom came down dressed-up. She had changed into a Gold color-body hugging-Mini dress with a pair of five-inch-stiletto-heeled sandals, which had Gold-straps . Her long hair was tied-up into a bun. Her skin-tight dress merely covered her buttocks, and I even saw a bit of her cream colored satin pantie while she was coming down the stairs. I had never seen mom so gorgeous and sexy, my jaws dropped open.

“I hope to come back around ten. So, Have dinner and stay-up for me. I plan to dance all evening with my friends, which means my poor feet would desperately need a good rub to-night. Consider it as a Birthday-treat for you mother !, and try to make it special” mom said as she was leaving.

After having dinner, I got ready for my ‘special’ massage session for mom. I placed the leather ‘comfort’ recliner chair more towards the center of the living room, and changed the living room lights into dim-reddish bulbs. I also found a Tantric-music CD to be played, and a few scented-candles to be lit. I opted to wear only a pair of black tight shorts, and stay shirt-less.

Around ten past Ten, I heard mom’s car pull-over into the drive-way. I looked through the living-room window. Mom seemed to be a bit more drunk than usual. She opened the door of the car and virtually threw her leg out of it. Her legs went so apart, I could see the entire crotch area of her panty through the open car door. With some difficulty, mom managed to stand-up clinging on to the car, and came swaying towards the main door.

As soon as Mom entered the living room, she would have noticed the fragrance of the candles, the soft-tantric music and the cozy red light that filled the room.

“Wow !, What have we here now ?” she exclaimed in surprise.

“Mom, you are a Goddess to me, and today I am going to serve you in a very special way. Please come and sit here” I told mom, and assisted her to the recliner chair. She came a-long giggling.

“ Ah!, ‘GODDESS’!. I like the way that sounds” she said through her giggle, as she sat-down. “Well then, Treat your ‘Goddess Mother’ the way she deserves to be treated, did you hear me YOU ‘Servant-Boy’ !!” mom said raising up her chin and pretending to be majestic, but still kept laughing.

I adjusted the recliner chair, putting it’s back-rest as lower as possible, and lifting the leg rest as high as possible. Now mom was almost stretched-out, with her legs below her knees up, almost horizontal to the ground. I placed a small stool at her feet that were now dangling in the air, and sat on it. The stiletto heels of her shoes were now almost touching my chest.

I un-buckled the straps of her sandals, and carefully removed her shoes. The straps had carved into her insteps, leaving bruise marks. Her toes and heels were stressed, due to wearing those five-inch stilettos. Mom’s feet were tiered than usual, and heat was radiating from them.

I started to softly caress mom’s feet. They felt so hot in my hands. So, I started to blow air on to her feet, to cool them off. As I lowered my face to blow air, I could feel the heat radiating out of her feet. The heat hit my lips, and the sweet-musky smell emitting out of her feet drew me crazy. Mom raised her head up and peeped to see what was going-on.

“Aaah..!” she screamed with pleasure as she fell back resting down her head. “That feels wonderful baby. Keep blowing air on to Goddess mama’s feet. It really is soothing. Oh! Yea. Keep blowing harder boy. More harder…!” mom said in between screams of pleasure.

It was hard to keep-on blowing air continuously. My lips and mouth were getting dry, and I felt weak & faintish. But I didn’t want to stop. In the mean-time, mom fell into a deep rhythmic breathing pattern. She seemed so relaxed, purring almost fallen asleep. She probably was too tiered and too drunk to keep her eyes open.

In my own dizziness, exhausted after virtually blowing all the air out of my lungs, I couldn’t hold on to the temptations anymore. While softly massaging mom’s Left foot with my Right hand, I placed my lips on the sweet sole of her Right foot. The sensation was so awesome, I thought my penis would explore with cum right at that moment.

I took a deep breath and gained control over the situation. I realized that I should be patient, and make the most out of this opportunity without waking-up mom. So I started to place soft kisses on to mom’s feet. Gradually these kisses turned out to be gentle open-mouth kisses, as I brushed my lips against her foot soles. I massaged the tender soles of her feet by sucking the soft flesh of her foot soles in to my open mouth, and releasing the suction. As time passed, I had massage mom’s both feet, including her heels, toes and insteps.

Thus mom was still in a peaceful sleep, I decided to introduce my tongue into the play. I licked and sucked mom’s feet, intensifying the massage using my tongue. In no time both mom’s feet were covered with a thin coat of my saliva.

I’m not sure for how long I kept licking mom’s feet. I totally lost track of time, and everything else around me.  Suddenly I realized that mom’s purring had increased, and her breathing had intensified. Her feet seemed to be more alive; toes wiggling, as if inviting my tongue to creep through them. I raised my head from her feet and looked at her.

Mom had her head raised off the back-rest of the chair, by propping her Right elbow under her body. The palm of her Right hand was resting on her Right breast, cupping it. Her Left hand was buried in between her legs, out of my sight. Her lips were fastened tight, and her jaws were locked. Her eyes were shut, but she was awake !. I froze in fear. Mom sensed the difference and opened her eyes. She looked straight in my eyes;

“AaaaH!” mom shouted in desperation. “Keep licking damn-it!. Keep licking your God-damn Goddess’s feet. Aaa.. This is Heaven!.” She screamed.  I noticed that mom was squeezing her breast with her Right hand. Her other hand on her crotch too seemed to be wriggling up and down. Yes; mom had been playing with herself while I was licking her feet, for how long I was not aware.

“Mmm.. Lick my foot up, from heel to toe in one big sweep” mom said arching her foot forward, creating a series of soft wrinkles on her foot sole. I ran my wet tongue along those delicious ripples. “Now brush in-between my toes with your tongue”, “Suck my toes. Suckle the sweat off your Goddess’s toes, you dirty slave”. Mom kept instructing me as she enjoyed herself. She reached her climax with a loud scream. Her whole body shivered in delight. I kept on licking her feet.