Caught In The Act By Aunt Susan
(Posted on Sunday, November 14, 1999)
This story was submitted by cybasurf@aol.com.

My mother and I had been invited to a party organized by her twin sister, my Aunt Susan. I was just sixteen at the time, a teenager exploring my deepest sexual fantasies. Susan was thirty-six and divorced, as was my mother. Both had the sort of looks every woman would envy. Blonde hair, smooth tanned skin, long curvaceous legs flowing endlessly down to trim ankles and the prettiest of feet. Ever since I can remember I have had a fetish for female feet. My Aunt's pretty feet had not escaped my attention. On several occasion, whenever she visited us or I visited her, I would try to catch glimpses of them without making it plainly obvious.

Later one evening I noticed my Aunt dancing barefoot. She had discarded the high-heeled, gold strappy mules that she had been wearing earlier. Her dark crimson painted toes, peeping from beneath a network of thin gold spaghetti straps had captivated my attention as they sparkled in the evening light. Some time later I needed to visit the bathroom. My heart almost missed a beat when I saw the strappy sandals lying in the hallway at the foot of the stairs. I noticed the distinct dark patches, clearly visible, where hot moist toes and heels had been perspiring against the insides of them. I hesitated for a brief moment before bending down to pick up one of the delicate items of female footwear. Concealing it beneath my jacket I quickly hurried upstairs to the bathroom.

Moments later, before even having a chance to take the sandal from beneath my jacket, I was disturbed by an abrupt knock at the door. I opened it to be confronted by my Aunt Susan with a wry smile on her face. Glancing quickly down at her feet I saw that she was wearing only one gold mule on her right foot, the left foot was bare. "Shoe, please." She said grinning with the palm of her hand outstretched towards me in a triumphant fashion.

"Shoe? What shoe?" I replied, trying to conceal my obvious guilt and embarrassment.

"Don’t play silly games with me David, or I will have to call downstairs for your mother. I saw you take the shoe and followed you upstairs." She laughed mockingly before continuing, "Would you like me to inform your mother? Perhaps David, you would like to explain to her just exactly what you were going to do with her shoe," my Aunt teased. "I am sure my sister would be most flattered and highly amused to know that you get off by sniffing her smelly worn shoes."

"What!" I exclaimed. "I don’t understand." The expression on my face must have turned to one of utter confusion as I produced the gold sandal from beneath my jacket.

"Don’t look so puzzled David. Those are your mothers sandals. I just borrowed them from her this afternoon to wear to the party." She laughed. "They make my feet and toes look very sexy, don’t they?" She asked teasingly, slipping the high-heeled mule onto her naked left foot. "Come with me." She instructed harshly, beckoning me with her forefinger.

I followed her into the bedroom where she sat on the edge of the bed and extended her long elegant left leg and foot in my direction, wiggling her carefully painted toes in midair. "Now kneel down David. Take off my sandals and kiss my toes. After all, that is what you want isn’t it, to kiss your Auntie Susan’s cheesy warm toes?" She asked.

My Aunt pushed her crimson painted toes teasingly towards my mouth, lightly stroking my tightly sealed lips with her big toe. Their strong feminine aroma drifted into my nostrils and caused me to jerk my head backwards suddenly. Susan smiled wickedly, evidently pleased that I found the smell of them quite unpleasant. "Suck!" She ordered mockingly. "Let’s see if you really do like smelly toes when it comes down to it."

She continued, "Suck and lick between each of my unwashed toes David." She insisted. My Aunt smirked arrogantly as she pushed her pungent toes gently into my mouth and began wiggling them. "Good boy." She teased. "Aunty loves having her dirty toes sucked. Mmmmm. That’s nice David. Now the sole of my foot." She said.

I moved slowly across the ball of her left foot before gently licking her wrinkled sole. The tip of my tongue searched in and out of the furrows of soft yellowish skin before sweeping over the smooth rounded heel and slender ankle. "Now my other foot David." She insisted. She lifted her right foot and pushed her toes into my mouth.

From the look on my face my Aunt could obviously tell I was finding the whole experience one of love and real hate. "I thought as much David. It excites me to know that you find being forced to lick my dirty feet highly unpleasant, but I know your needs are such that this is the only way you can sexually satisfy yourself, isn’t it?" She asked with a laugh.

"The real thing is never as pleasant as the fantasies of your imagination. You are in control of your fantasies but in reality, I am now in control of the situation." She mocked. "I am going to punish you for taking my sandal without my permission and attempting to use it to satisfy yourself sexually, you disgusting boy. As you like my sandals so much," she teased, "you are going to kiss and lick the soiled insides clean for me David."

"But they belong to ..." I tried to say, but my protests were abruptly interrupted.

"It is about time you showed some respect for my sister as well as for me. Licking off and eating the dirt from the shoes we have both worn is a most appropriate punishment for all the trouble you have caused over recent years." She explained.

"Please no. I can’t do this." I pleaded with my aunt to no avail.

"You will lick them clean or I will inform your mother that I caught you trying to sniff the insides of one of her shoes." She warned. She knew I would find this an unimaginably embarrassing situation to explain. It left me with no choice but to humiliate myself for her amusement and satisfaction. My Aunt was enjoying watching me squirm and hearing me plead with her.

"It was a mistake. I’m sorry Aunt Susan. It won’t happen again." I pleaded with her.

"Yes David. It was a mistake. A mistake which you are now going to make amends for, in a way which I hope you will find utterly unpleasant and demeaning. The more unpleasant you find it, the more I shall enjoy it." She said sadistically. Smiling, she placed her toes on the back of my head and pushed my face towards the gold sandals lying on the floor at the foot of her bed. Reluctantly I proceeded to gently lick the insides of one of the soft leather high-heeled sandals. "You can do better than that David. Lick harder!" She commaned.

Susan pushed my face, with the sole of her bare foot, forcefully into the toe end of the open sandal. My tongue ran over the five little, dark indentation, left by hot moist toes. "Whose toes and heels had left most of the impressions? My aunt's or her sister's?" I thought to myself. It was not something I cared thinking about. Knowing full well the answer, I felt a sickening in my stomach. I continued along the stained arch of the sandal to the large, discoloured circular patch on the heel, removing any pieces of dirt before swallowing it, as instructed by my Aunt. "This tastes revolting." I protested. "I think I am going to be sick." I told her.

"The straps and heels as well David. I want every single inch of them to be nice and clean when I give them back to your mother. You want to please my sister, don’t you David? I’m sure she will be most delighted when I return her shoes to her. Much, much cleaner than when she lent them to me." My Aunt aughed mockingly. "Perhaps next time it will make you think twice before trying to steal my shoes to use for satisfying your sexual desires, especially as you never know who else might have been wearing them." She scolded.

It was one o’clock in the morning before the party finally finished and the guests had left. My Aunt, mother and I were left to clean up the many discarded bottles and empty glasses adorning the downstairs rooms. Susan insisted that I do all the cleaning and washing up, while she and my mother talked. I was in no position to protest. As it was so late it was decided that we would stay the night and travel back home the following morning. I was given the spare room while my aunt and mother shared.

A short time later I was awoken by the click of the light being turned on and saw my Aunts smiling face looking down at me. "I have not finished with you yet David." She whispered. "You have some washing to do for me. My sister is fast asleep now, so she won’t be missing these for a while, will she?" She asked.

Through blurry eyes I could see that my Aunt was holding a pair of stockings in her hand. Climbing onto the bed, Susan hitched up her short cotton nightie and sat astride my bare chest. She smiled and dangled the toe ends of the stockings, still moist from the perspiration of her sisters toes, above my mouth, brushing my lips in a sweeping motion. "Open nice and wide for Auntie Susan." She instructed. With sadistic pleasure she slowly lowered the stinking toe ends of the soiled stockings into my mouth. "Now chew on them until they are clean and make sure you swallow the filth." She insisted.

I reluctantly began chewing on the flimsy material as ordered, washing the rancid tasting dirt from the fine mesh, reinforced toes of her sisters stockings, before swallowing it. "Good boy David. Do my sisters soiled stockings taste nice?" She asked in a mocking tone. As my Aunt ordered me to swallow another mouthful of the filth I had washed from the stockings, I heard her groan with intense pleasure. I felt the sudden wetness of her orgasm against the skin of my bare chest.

"Mmmmmmmm. Now you are going to lick your Auntie Susan until she is all nice and clean." She spoke triumphantly, sliding up my chest to position herself over my face. "Lick David. Lick me clean." She commanded. I could hear her moans of satisfaction above me as my tongue flicked between her soaked legs.