I Watched Another Man Living My Fantasy With My Mom's Feet

Published early on our Previews page on Wednesday, July 22, 2026.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Thursday, July 23, 2026.

This story was submitted anonymously by "LL".

My name is LL, I'm 35 years old, and I'm a normal guy with a normal life who, by choice, still lives with my parents.

I've never had any problems with girlfriends, and some of them even accepted and fulfilled my foot fetish.

Even though I know it’s normal to be into feet, my biggest foot fantasy is quite different and strange.

My biggest foot fantasy has always been about my mom’s feet… Even with my age, and my mom now with 59 years old, I’ve always wanted to massage them, kiss them, suck her toes, and even get a footjob from her.

Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve lover her feet... size 37 (size 6-6.5), small and very well shaped toes, always rough soles... I've offered to massage her feet a lot of times, and except for two times, when she let me give her two very quick massages, she’s never let me get near her feet, always saying she doesn’t like her feet being touched.

As strange as it may seem, I often get aroused just from watching her wiggle her feet while she’s sitting on the couch. I even have photos of her feet on my computer, and I’ve used them several times to masturbate.

Yesterday I was in my room, my dad was away on business, when my mom called to say she’d be home late because her car had broken down and a coworker was giving her a ride home.

I didn’t think much of it and kept working in my room. About 30 minutes later, my mom came home with a guy around my age.

I went to greet her at the door, and she said, “Hi, son. This is my coworker Y. He drove me home, but tomorrow, you have to drive me to work.”

I looked at Y and saw a guy around my age, and it was interesting to see that we weren't all that different. Short hair and a short beard, a stocky build, the main visible difference being our height: I'm 1.68m (5'6“) and he's at least 1.90m (6'2”).

We chatted for about 5 minutes, until she said to me, “Look, since Y is here, I’m going to take this opportunity to show him some reports for tomorrow’s meeting.”

They sat down at the table in the living room, and I took the cue to go to the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat and then went to the bathroom.

During those 10 to 12 minutes, I heard them talking only about work, and as I was leaving the bathroom and heading up the stairs, I heard my mom say, “These shoes are killing my feet.”

I stopped to listen, and Y, without hesitation, asked, “Do you want me to give you a massage?” to which my mom replied, “Yes, please, I love getting foot massages.”

“You love it???” I whispered, though I felt like screaming.

When I realized they were going to sit on the couch, I ran to my room, closed the door, and opened the app on my computer that shows the cameras I have around the house.

I opened the camera, my mother was already sitting on the couch with her legs stretched out, and Y was still standing,until he sat down and placed the feet I’d always longed for on her lap.

He began massaging my mother’s left foot, and I quickly realized he was very focused as he worked, gently running his thumb over the rough sole of her foot.

I stood there with my mouth open, watching this unfold for several minutes, especially seeing my mom so relaxed on the couch while this man massaged her soles, toes, and heels, switching feet every few minutes.

Y asked my mom if she was enjoying the massage, and without moving her head or op, she said she was loving it and that she’d like to have her feet massaged.

He asked if my dad or I ever gave her foot massages, but she said no, though I’d tried twice, only I didn’t know what I was doing, unlike him.

He then shifted his position, and I quickly realized he had a huge bulge in his pants…

I went crazy when I heard that this guy not only knew how to give foot massages, unlike me, but, worse yet, he was touching my mom’s feet... he was living my fantasy and was very hard and judging by the bulge, his dick was way bigger than mine...

However, my anger was only surpassed by my horniness and also by the erection in my pants...

He kept massaging, and I noticed he was gradually bringing her feet closer and closer to his face... “He's trying to smell my mom's feet,” I said, shocked by what I was seeing.

Then he asked my mom if she’d mind if he tried a slightly different technique, and she said yes.

And that’s when he put my mom’s big toe in his mouth and started sucking on it.

I was speechless, but I thought this was the moment she would lose her mind, but what I heard was my mom letting out a muffled moan and saying, “That feels so good, please keep going…”

In the minutes that followed, he sucked on each of my mother’s little toes, ran his tongue over the soles of her feet, and that’s when she lifted her head and saw Y’s erection and let out a little gasp of surprise.

I sat there staring at my computer screen, watching the camera footage... enraged, surprised, shocked, aroused.

For a second, I dreamed that this was where my mother would put an end to it all, but she said, trying to hide her arousal, “Is all of this because of my old, tired feet?”

Y stood up, knelt at my mother’s feet, and said, “Your feet aren’t old and tired… they’re beautiful, delicate, and — if I may say so — delightful… I’ve been thinking about your feet ever since I first saw them at the office.”

My mom told him to stand up and asked him to take off his pants.

Y complied with my mom’s request, and as soon as he pulled his pants down, his very thick 20cm (8 inches) dick sprang out of his underwear.

My mom guided her feet toward that huge cock, slid them between her soles, and started giving him a footjob.

I was getting more and more turned on watching my mom’s feet slide up and down Y’s cock, so I decided to pull my pants down.

I grabbed my dick and looked domn felt embarrassed that my dick was half the size os his, and that my mom was much happier fulfilling my fantasy with another man who was way better than me.

I jerked off two or three times while watching Y slide his dick faster and faster in the feet i always desired, that i couldnt take anymore and I ended up cumming like I’d never done before...

Leaning back in my chair, completely empty with semen dripping down my leg and my now-limp cock still in my hand, I kept watching Y’s cock slide against my mom’s soles for another three or four minutes.

He picked up the pace even more, and that’s when he said he was going to come; he grabbed my mom’s feet and ejaculated all over them.

1 spurt, 2 spurts, 3 spurts… Y kept coming and ejaculated 4 or 5 times more than I had.

The two of them then sat on the couch for 5 minutes without saying a word, until Y stood up and said, “Let me go get some paper to wipe your feet.”

My mom told him no, put on her shoes, and said, “I want to keep your present for as long as possible.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I took advantage of the fact that they were saying goodbye to clean myself up and wipe away the pool of semen on the floor, and didnt left the room that night.

Today I tried to leave without bumping into my mum, but there she was in the kitchen having breakfast.

I said good morning to her and asked innocently if she and Y did everything to prepare the meeting.

She replied that they had, and then said, trying to hide a smile, that before he left he’d given her an amazing present.

I was shocked that my mum would even say this and innocently asked what the gift was.

She didn’t say, so I pressed her again and asked, “But if it’s an amazing gift, I want to know what it was, because one day I might want to give you, my mom, the same gift.”

Without looking up from her phone, my mum just said, whilst chewing, “Forget it, I know you’d never be able to give me a gift that good.”