Joshua's story [part 03 of 08]

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

[Chapter 03 of 08] – MOM GETS FURIOUS

Mom raised her torso, and sat upright. She looked pleased, and watched me licking her feet with a smile.

“This is the best foot-bath I’ve had in ages. You really should make it a habit to do this more often, my ‘SLAVE!’”. Mom chuckled.

“Your saliva feels so warm and salty. I guess it is the perfect liquid to soak my tiered feet. And besides, you seem to be really enjoying having to lick my feet, don’t you slave ?”. mom asked.

“Yes, my Goddess. I adore your lovely feet. It’s a great privilege for me, to be allowed to rub and lick your feet”, I replied.

“As I guessed so!. You do have a foot-fetish huh?. I’ve noticed you glancing at my feet every now and then, and I kind of like it !. I was sure that you were a foot-guy, when you volunteered to rub my feet, Hah huh ha… By the way, do you also enjoy sniffing my shoes ?. I’ve noticed that the shoes in my closet are kept very clean and polished all the time ?”. mom asked teasingly.

“Yes Goddess. I’m sorry I can’t resist the temptations in sniffing your shoes when I go to clean your closet. I always sniff and lick-clean your shoes”, I confessed.

“Do you also wank (masturbate) while sniffing my shoes  ?”, mom asked at once.

“Ah urr.. sometimes”. I could not avoid from telling the truth.

“You filthy Rat !. And you cum on my expensive shoes ?”, mom snapped back.

“Oh, No my Goddess, NEVER !. I never would cum on your divine shoes. I always keep them clean. Even if I find any stains on them, I lick them until they are clean and shiny”. I assured her.

“Better be so. I don’t mind you sniffing my shoes. But you must make sure you take good care of them. And at least… once a year try to buy me new pair of shoes !. Do you think you can do that slave ?” mom asked me laughingly.

“Yes my Goddess. I have been walking to school for the last six months, and saving my bus fee allowances. I would like to buy you a pair of shoes with that money Goddess”. I said humbly.

“How nice ?. I’m so happy to hear that. Now I like to see you sniffing my shoes. Go ahead, pick-up those Golden sandals of mine, and start sniffing them”. Mom commanded. I obeyed her, and held her stilettos in-front of my face. Mom extended her foot, giggled and pressed her shoes further into my face.

“That’s it, slave. That’s the way to go. Press it harder into your nose and inhale deeper. You like the smell of it don’t you ?. See those imprints of my toes and toe-mounds on the soft leather. Don’t forget to kiss and lick them. I’ll allow you to take my shoes to your room tonight. Enjoy the night as much as possible. But make sure they would be safely returned to my closet tomorrow. Now be a good puppy and fletch my slippers for me. I need to have some rest”. Mom retired to her bed room, once I placed her slippers on her feet. As she swung her feet to the ground from the chair, her legs got apart and just for a moment, I got a glimpse of her pantie. Its crotch area had a very big patch of wetness.

In the following few months, Mom really enjoyed having a personal foot-slave, as much as I enjoyed serving her. Apart from giving her a foot-rub, and a saliva-foot-bath by licking her feet, she also wanted me to act as a ‘floor-mat’ or a ‘foot-rest’ while she had her dinner. I had to lie on the floor under the dining table, so that she could rest her feet on my chest or face.

Since mom started to live independently, after the death of my father, I happened to know that mom got into several relationships, both with either men or women. She was bi-sexual I understood. I gathered most of that information through the fights she had with Grandma. If I was not around to be seen, they very freely shouted at each other in pure filth. Grandma even accused mom of having had a sexual relationship with her own father, and mom never denied it. I always made sure to hide in my room and secretly listen to these dark-family secrets that sprung-off in their fights.

For about a year since Grandma passed away, and mom gained total control over the house-hold affairs, mom showed no signs of having any affairs. But then I found reasons to believe she was having a lover. It never altered our mistress-slave relationship, but for some reason I became a bit jealous of her seen a lover.

Once or twice a week mom left a message that she would be late to come home. Also on some Fridays, she happened to stay out over-night. One day while cleaning mom’s room I found a motel bill, paid for a double-bed room and refreshments for two. The most disturbing finding I made was while doing her laundry. Mom came late on one evening, and as usual had left her soiled pantie socked in a bucket of water. As I took them to be hand-washed the next day, I felt its crotch area very greasy.  It had her lovers cum on it.

It hurt me to think that ‘some guy’ had fucked and loaded my Goddess’s cunt with his dirty cum, which would have later leaked-out on to her pantie’s crotch. I felt so desperate to talk about this with mom, though I knew I had no right to do so.

That evening, as usual I gave mom her foot-rub, and started to soak her feet with my saliva. Since the day she had started her new affair, mom always flirted with her lover over the phone while I was busy pampering her feet.

“Hello darling, what are you doing at the moment ?. - Ah.. You’re on bed so early ?. Let me guess, you are playing with yourself thinking about me, don’t you ?. - Hih hih he… Me ?, well I’m having my usual evening foot bath”. Mom told her lover laughingly, looking at me as I was licking her feet. I was hearing only one side of the conversation.

“Well, those sexy feet that gave you a foot-job this afternoon in my office room, are now getting soaked-in with a soothing warm-salty- liquid. - Ah, of-cause… But that was a very ‘thick & hot’ salty liquid know ?. Besides you covered only a very small area of my feet with that precious cum of yours. And I had to quickly wipe-it-off on your pants, as the manager happened to walk into the room, Remember ?”. Mom said laughingly, while her eyes scanned my face for any reactions.

I couldn’t help it, I froze hearing her words. I did taste a bit of unusual saltiness on mom’s foot soles that day, while licking them for the first time. But I never suspected it to be her lover’s cum. I felt awful. I stopped licking mom’s foot and looked at her. She stared at me, and motioned me to carry-on. Reluctantly I obeyed her.

After finishing my ritualistic massage on mom’s feet, as usual I placed her slippers on her feet. She stood-up to move on towards the dining room. I was still kneeling on the floor beside the recliner chair.

“My Goddess, May I have a word with You ?”, I asked her. She stopped standing beside me.

“What’s it slave ?”. Mom asked.

“Are you having an affair with someone Goddess ?”, I mumbled.

“WHAT ?”. she screamed from the bottom of her voice. “Now turn around and face me slave. And look-up and speak to me”. It was an order. I obeyed. Mom turned towards me, and I was kneeling on the floor facing her.

“YES !. I’m having an affair with someone. So.. what business does you have to do with it SLAVE ?”. Mom sounded pissed-off, but I decided that I’ll speak-out anyway.

“Forgive me my Goddess. I beg you to please consider stopping it. Please let me alone, satisfy all your needs. I’ll do everything to make you happy….”. I could not finish what I was telling. I don’t remember what hit me. All I remember was that I was fallen flat on the floor, and I was twisting in pain. My entire abdomen area was burning in pain. Mom had kicked me straight on my crotch. She came from back and kicked me again on my buttocks.

“Lie-down you scum-bag. Lie-down on your back right now” she yelled. I barely managed to lay on the floor still. Mom straight-away stood on top of me. Her Left foot was on my bare Right thigh, while her Right foot was on my groin. My penis under the boxer-shorts was crushed under the sole of mom’s spiky plastic slipper sole, while the spikes of her other slipper was piercing into my thigh.

“Listen well you idiot. You never try to control my life, okay ?. No one can now control my affairs. I do what I WANT to do. That Pathetic father of your also did nothing else, but trying to control my life. He ruined my entire life !. And now you think you too can control me ?. In your dreams looser !”. Mom said pressing her Right foot further on my groin, by putting her full body weight on that foot. Then she walked over my body by stepping on my chest & face, as casually as if she was walking over a carpet. I barely managed to save my nose from getting crushed.

I had never seen mom so furious. She sat at the dining table and ordered me to pore another glass of wine before serving dinner. She already has had two glasses of wine at the living room and simply gulped down the third in a flash. I felt scared as mom was furious and getting drunk. I apologized to her many times while serving her dinner. Mom said nothing. Then as usual, I lay under the table to be her ‘foot-rest’ while she ate. Normally mom slipped-off her slippers and rested her bare feet on my face & chest while dinning. But on this day she showed no mercy, and placed her feet on me with her slippers on. The hard plastic spikes or her slipper soles were painful on my tender facial skin. My nose and lips in particular, hurt much as those thorny spikes kept rubbing against them. I slowly turned my head side-ways.

“Stop moving down-there you ass-hole !”. Mom shouted while stamping her foot on me. My ear-lobe and cheek exploded in pain, bringing tears to my eyes.

 “Sorry Goddess!”. I stammered.

“You need to be strictly disciplined, very strictly!”, Mom scolded.  “Maybe I’m too soft on you ?. May be I may have to get my lover to educate and discipline you!.  You seem to need ‘A Real Master’ to teach you things. Of-cause!, he will whip you and teach you…. Teach you that you shouldn’t, and cannot control your goddess mother’s affaires, huh?”  Mom said, in between having her meals..

My face became red like a tomato. Her words hurt me more than the spikes of her slippers. All I wanted is to have the total attention of my Goddess mom, and not let anyone to come in between our unique relationship. That’s why I begged her to consider ending her love-affair. But now, she was planning to bring in her lover as my ‘Master’, to discipline me.

“Goddess, please let me get a very strict education form you. Discipline me without mercy!. I know I have to learn a lot to be your perfect slave!. But can’t you please teach me yourself”. I stammered with a whinny voice. Mom giggled:

“Why?, You looser, Are you scared?. No, No… I definitely will get a ‘Master’ to discipline you. A Master who will beat the shit out of you! Hah ha…” mom said with a furious laugh.

“You seemed a bit bothered to lick my feet today, after hearing that my lover had spread his cum on them ?. Didn’t you ?, you arrogant Pig !”. Mom stamped her foot on my face again.

“Sorry Goddess”. I muttered.

“You WILL be sorry, once you are forced to eat-up the whole load of cum he leaves on my feet. In fact, that’ll be mostly the only food you’ll get during your training period. Oh, boy !” mom seemed to be amused of her own idea.