My Step Son Sucked My Toes
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When I first met my step son, he was a high school junior who was living with his mom full time. He would sometimes come over to our house for dinner after school, which gave me the chance for us to get to know each other. He was always very polite, and we got along very well.

I didn't come to know that he has a foot fetish until a couple of years later when he was staying at our house during a break from college. In retrospect, though, I should have been able to figure it out.

For instance, I remember waking up from a nap one time after dreaming about somebody playing with my feet, and then finding my step son sitting at the end of the couch looking embarrassed, and uncomfortable. My bare feet were only inches from where he was sitting.

I remember blurting out with a laugh, "Were you playing with my feet?"

"Uh, no," he stammered. "I wouldn't do that. Maybe you were dreaming about it."

"Okay," I told him, "if you say so. It sure felt like you were."

To his relief, I'm sure, I dropped the subject, and I never mentioned it again. I certainly didn't mention it to his dad.

By the time that he was staying at our house during a break from college, that day dream of mine, and his denial of having played with my feet had been put in the back of my mind.

While my step son was still staying with us, his dad needed to go on a business trip for a few days. I didn't think much about being on my own with my step son because, as I mentioned before, we got along very well.

One early evening after having enjoyed a luxurious bath to relax, I laid down on the couch to take a much needed nap. I figured that I'd have the house all to myself because my step son had gone out to meet some of his friends.

"I might be home really late," he had told me.

I don't know how long that I had been napping, but I do remember having that same dream about somebody playing with my feet. This time, though, I made a conscious decision to stay in my dream state because whatever dream I was having was making me wetter, and wetter by the moment.

I suppose subconsciously to give encouragement, a moan of pleasure escaped from my lips while my body undulated with approval, and that person in my dreams began to suck my toes.

Only one person had ever sucked my toes before. He was a guy I knew who had a foot fetish, and I let him suck my toes frequently. It became a regular thing for us until our college days were over, and we parted ways. I tried to remember his face to help make my wet dream more realistic, but I couldn't remember.

Suddenly though, the face of my step son appeared in my dream. Instead of waking up to stop my dream since I was really enjoying it, I kept my eyes closed, and I began to dream about how naughty it would be if my step son was sucking my toes for real.

To my surprise, I realized that this was a hot dream that I wanted to enjoy more of, and that I wanted to get off on. Still flat on my stomach, I reached under myself to play with my pussy, and clit.

When I once again moaned out loud with subconscious encouragement, my step son in the dream I was having switched to my other foot to suck those toes as if I had willed it to happen.

In no time at all I climaxed, and I shuddered with pleasure as my orgasms multiplied one after the other.

Subconsciously, or not, the reality of what was actually happening began to wake me from my dream, and I panicked over what to do next. I realized that I hadn't been dreaming, or if I had, I was now fully aware of the reality that rushed into my mind to embarrass me.

He hadn't said a word. I hadn't said a word. What was I to do?

"I can't believe that I let you do this to me!" I blurted out. "I shouldn't have let you."

"I can't believe that you let me," he replied. "I shouldn't have started it."

I tried to excuse away what I had done by explaining that I really thought that I had been dreaming it all, at least at first.

In turn, he tried excusing what he had done by saying that my feet were just too tempting to resist, and that he couldn't help himself.

"Well," I laughed, "It's pretty clear that I enjoyed what you were doing. I mean, you really know how to suck a woman's toes!"

"You think so?" He asked rhetorically while interrupting his toe sucking, and then getting right back into it again.

"I'm so embarrassed!" I told him.

"You're embarrassed?" He laughed, "I'm the one who's embarrassed!"

"It seems that we're both embarrassed," I told him. "One thing's for sure," I added. "We can't tell your dad. He'll go ballistic!"

"Agreed," he replied. "I'm sure not going to say a thing."

I don't know how much time passed after we spoke, but neither of us said a word until he fully had his way with my feet. I simply let him do whatever he wanted to do to them.

When he held my ankles together in his lap while tickling my soles, the sensation was amazing!

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed while laughing out loud. "That tickles!"

I did my best to resist, but he had a very firm grip around my ankles to keep my feet together. All I could really do was to squirm, which I could tell that he loved. The more that I resisted, and squirmed, the harder his cock got. It was rock hard in between my soles, and I couldn't help but give him what I later learned was a reverse solejob. This, however, was not of my doing. It was simply friction caused by the way I was struggling in his firm grasp to keep my soles from being ticked so mercilessly.

The hard tickling of my wrinkled soles didn't last as long as it seemed, but at the time it seemed to last a long time. That's because of how ticklish my feet were after I had masturbated myself to an intense climax that in turn had me cumming multiple times.

Just as I was about to tell him to stop because the hard tickling was almost too much for me to bear, I suddenly felt the warmth of his cum as it shot all over the soles of my feet, and onto the back of my legs. When I turned my head back out of curiosity to see what he was doing,  more bursts of his cum shot high into the air. It was a sight to see!

"Wow!" I exclaimed with excitement, and amazement. "You can really shoot!"

"Sorry," he apologized. "I couldn't help myself!"

"No need to be sorry," I told him. "I think it's amazing!"

"Your feet are what's amazing!" He exclaimed. "And don't worry. I'll make sure to clean it all up."

"I'm not worried," I assured him. "I know you will, and thanks for saying that my feet are amazing."

I love that my feet get him so excited. I've always made every effort to keep my feet in great shape with regular pedicures, and lots of exfoliating. I've been told by pedicurists that they like how really soft my feet are, which always makes me feel great to hear.

Setting aside the moral issue of letting my step son take full advantage of my soles, and toes in such a thoroughly naughty way, I find his excitement about my feet to be very flattering.