CHAPTER
THIRTEEN:
I started to gently stroke Aunt Hillary’s Right foot
that rested on my lap with my Left hand. We had by now finished most of the
main courses of our dinner and picking on the fresh fruit dessert. Our wine
glasses were yet to be finished. Aunt
Hillary spoke while continuing her footsie play under the table.
“It was obvious that even Harry’s favorite part of
my body was my feet. But that I wouldn’t put down as if he had a serious foot
fetish as you do. It was just a strong attachment. A fondness I would say. I
have always wondered how my son got so fond of my feet. Was it because his
father was a foot lover? Did Harry inherit it from Bill? Or Am I responsible in
implanting such desires in him? It is something that always bothers me. You
know? When I was pregnant with Harry,
during the last few months of my pregnancy, we avoided having regular
intercourse. Instead our sex sessions were mainly confined to foot-sex. As I
have already told you Bill had magical hands and knew very well to climax me by
just playing with my feet. I rewarded
his efforts by finishing-off him with a seductive foot-job. Probably all this
had some influence on Harry who was in my womb eagerly waiting to see the
world. I’ve read that mother’s thoughts during a pregnancy can have a
considerable impact on the baby to be born” she said smiling.
“When Harry was a toddler I used to put him in a
play frame and allow him to crawl on the floor. He never stayed in it alone. If
I was not in or around the play-frame Harry would start to cry. So I used to
place a small stool inside the play frame, sit and do some sewing or reading
allowing him to crawl around my feet. Any baby is longing for the skin contact
with their mothers. It was same with
Harry. He always crawled with close contact to my feet. Once in a way I would tickle
his tummy with my big toe and he loved it. He then screamed in joy and made
attempts to get hold of my toe with his tiny hands. Whenever he managed to grab hold my toe. he
tried to pull it towards his mouth. Like all babies do; his first instinct when
he grabbed something was to put it in his mouth. I must confess that I did enjoy
when he tried to suckle my toe with his tiny teeth-less mouth. I did feel bad
about letting him to do so sometimes but I made sure that there wouldn’t be any
hygienic issue in doing so as I was sure that my toes were cleaner than any
rubber tit I could have given him to play with” Aunt Hillary said with a
chuckle.
“Years later when Harry was going to school he still
had that longing to sleep close to my feet. Usually after lunch I do a bit of
reading as you know. Back then my eye-sight was not this bad that I didn’t have
to go out to the verandah to read. The lighting level in the living room sofa
was good enough for me that I did my afternoon reading here in the living room.
Harry was used to having a siesta in the afternoon especially after school on
school days. So he would come with his sleeping bag to the living room claiming
that it was the best place in the house to have an afternoon nap. He would move
the coffee table away and lay his sleeping mat right under the ceiling fan and
lie beside my feet. Then he would ask me to scratch his back or belly with my
foot until he fell asleep. Once he fell asleep I usually made myself more
comfortable by crossing my legs and allowing my bare foot to just dangle in the
air above his body. When he was up he voluntarily started to rob my foot sole
that often floated in the air above his face. Once he got tired of rubbing my
foot he started to draw his fingers along the wrinkles of my arch as if to
tickle me. I just wriggle my foot from time to time and allow him to play with
it as long as he wanted because I’m a person who is not that ticklish. I don’t
think that he did it any of that to gain any sexual pleasure, as he was not yet
sexually mature at that time. But like you I don’t know whether he later
developed such a fetish once he got mature. A few years later when he became
sexually mature he stopped having his afternoon naps in the living room under
my feet. Even to date I have not felt him lusting for female feet as such. I
even casually asked Demi whether she had noticed any such behavior of him. Demi
too said she doesn’t think so. He is just very happy to rub our feet and he
continued to do so till the very last day I stayed with them. Harry said to me on
the day before we parted that he was sorry he couldn’t rub my feet every day. I
told him not to worry about it a bit because my ‘new boyfriend Tom’ takes cares
of it very well” Aunt Hillary said laughingly and rubbed her foot over my
erection teasingly.
“I always knew that young boys around maturity age
tend to fantasize about women that they come across when masturbating; that even
be their own mothers. So Bill and I became a bit disciplined in our behavior
when Harry reached puberty. If not we were rather reckless sometimes making
love anywhere in the house when Harry was not to be seen and leaving our soiled
underwear and stains everywhere. Some of my friends had told me that they have
caught their teenage sons sneaking into their soiled underwear to get
stimulated by them. So I was very careful about where I left my dirty laundry”
“Some weekends we went to Maskeliya just to get away
from our daily routines. My cousin David’s company in which even Bill was in the
director board for some time has a beautiful chalet there. By the way: I own
Bills shares of the company now and thus get preference in getting the chalet booked.
You tell me any time you want; I’ll book it for you so that you can spend a few
days there with your parents. It is so cozy and quite there, Bill and I loved
it. Harry often missed those trips because of his weekend extra classes. We had
a servant named Sumana at that time who took care of Harry’s needs when we were
not at home”
“We never locked our room when going out and I had
noticed that Harry had a habit of meddling through my stuff when we were not at
home. So I was extra careful to lock the cupboard I had all my sex toys and video
cassettes” Aunt Hillary caught me looking surprised to hear about her sex toys.
“Oh! Yes. I have a drawer full of various sex toys.
Bill brought me one almost each time we went on trip abroad. And sex tapes as
well. Some are original VHS cassettes of ‘x’ rated to triple ‘X’ pornographic
films while some are home-made tapes. That’s why I didn’t want Harry to find
them, because he would have freaked out if he saw how wild his parents could
be. Unfortunately most of those tapes have got deteriorated now” she said with
a sad face.
“I remembered the order in which I left things
before I left the house and found some of them to be not in the same order when
we returned. It was mostly my lingerie drawer that I found he was meddling with.
I don’t know whether he was using my undies in such a way that you used your
mom’s high-heel sandals; to get stimulated when masturbating” she gave me a
naughty smile.
“When I asked him whether he had been to our room on
one occasion he just said: ‘Yea, I felt kind of lonely without you guys around.
So I came and slept in your room. It felt better to sleep with your “sweet
aroma” around’ he said jokingly. So I took it to be a very innocent fetish of
his and just ignored it thereafter” Aunt Hillary helped herself with another sip
of wine.
“I knew that Harry did masturbate. I had found cum
stains on his bed spreads but never on our bed. The stains on his bed could
have either been due to masturbating or due to dream-ejaculations, I don’t know
for sure. But his room was full of that musky smell of fresh cum on many
mornings I went to wake him up. Yet
nothing of that sort gave me any strong evidence to believe that he was lusting
for my body. Therefore, I had no
hesitation in allowing him to rub my feet, especially even when Bill was not at
home. When I asked about it from Bill he of cause said that it was perfectly
alright and encouraged me to discuss and educate him about sex whenever
possible. So we actually have had discussions that any other Mother and Son
would not even dream of having and we both were pretty comfortable with it I’d
say”
“Basically it could be said that it is a very close,
intimate, open, friendly and wonderful relationship that I have with my son. Even
still we have virtually no secrets. He knows that you have taken his place here
and giving me my evening foot massages. He was very happy to hear that. He is
himself has become busy been the ‘official masseur’ of my sister
Demi and niece Diane. They both seem addicted towards Harry’s foot rubs. Diane
of cause is elder than Harry. But seems they have fallen in love. Again what
could I say? ‘like father-like son’. Bill also was two years younger to me
know? So,
Hope I’ve answered your question adequately enough?” Aunt Hillary asked in a
rather sarcastic tone but her eyes sparkled loving kindness. I shook my head in a silent ‘Yes”.
We had by then finished our dinner including the
bottle of wine. The wine was starting to make me light and happier. Aunt
Hillary too was giggling and laughing more than usual I thought. She retrieved
her foot that was on my lap slowly, with a wink. Then she reached under the
table and strapped on her sandal giving me a seductive smile.
“You Know? As I have told you I was kind of desperate
to ask you for a dance at the FKC party. But I didn’t thinking it would make
embarrassed. Now that we are alone would you mind dancing with me? Aunt Hillary
asked blushingly like a teenage girl on her first date.
“As I’ve told you Aunty, I too thought about asking
you for dance but I felt too shy. And also I do not know any couple dances.
Nevertheless, I would love to dance with you if you can show me how to” I said
apologetically.
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