My Best Friend's Mom

Published early on our Previews page on Monday, February 9, 2026.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Wednesday, February 11, 2026.

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I don't know exactly what age I was when I realized that I was turned on by women's feet, but it was at a very early age. I certainly didn't know that I had a foot fetish. The first time I can remember playing with women's feet was when I snuck into the bedroom of my best friend's mom to play with her feet while she was taking a nap.

As I remember it, I was playing in the back yard of my best friend's house with him, and a few friends of ours when somebody decided that we should bike over to a hilly terrain in the desert next to where we lived. There were some hills that we liked to ride up and down on. I had always jumped at the chance to have fun there, but this one time I told everybody that I needed to do something at my house before I joined them, so they rode off without me.

The house I lived in was the next block away, but I didn't go there. I stayed where I was until my friends disappeared on their bikes, and then I walked into my best friend's house through an unlocked back door to sneak into his mom and dad's bedroom where I knew his mom was taking a nap. That's what she often did when we kids played in her back yard. His dad had a day job, so he was out of the house working his shift.

Sure enough, she was fast asleep on the bed with nothing on but a bikini bathing suit. That's what she usually wore during the summer months because it got really hot where we lived. Everybody had air conditioning, but it didn't always work that great. Just like I had accidentally seen her when I went into the house one time to use the bathroom in the hallway, she was face down, so her perfectly wrinkled soles tempted me to take a closer look..

She was known to be a heavy sleeper, and because she wore herself out doing a lot of chores, she'd be out cold when she laid down for a well deserved nap. This time was no different. She seemed to be out cold to me, which gave me the courage to walk into her room to take a close look at those perfectly wrinkled soles of hers.

I'd get hard every time I looked at her perfect feet. I couldn't help myself. It was embarrassing for me to get hard because of her feet, so I'd always do the best that I could to hide it from anybody who was around me, including her of course. I remember one time in particular when one of my friends decided it was a good idea for a group of us to tackle her to the ground to give her a good tickle.

While a couple of my friends held her arms down, and one of them straddled her back, I sat on the back of her legs to tickle the soles of her feet. She thrashed about the best that she could, but she really couldn't do much to free herself because she was outnumbered.

When she cried out to her son to make us stop, he dutifully told us to stop, and so we did. I got the impression that he was embarrassed that we ganged up on his mom to tickle her, but he just kind of laughed it off, and lead us out of the house to ride our bikes. I don't think the gang tickling lasted more than a few seconds, but by then I was rock hard because tickling the soles of her feet was so arousing.

I did the best I could to hide how hard I had gotten. I'm pretty sure none of my friends noticed because they moved off of her so quickly to go outside to get their bikes. I'm not so sure that she missed how hard I had gotten, although she didn't say anything to me about it except to say that she was glad we had stopped tickling her.

I quickly turned my back to her to hide the bulge in my jeans, and I ran out of the house to join my friends. Even though I was totally embarrassed by what had happened, I was determined to get close to her feet again, and I knew that I'd do it while she was taking her nap.

The first thing I did was to lean down to get a whiff of her soles and toes. Because she often soaked in a bath tub before she laid down to take her afternoon naps, which I heard her tell her son she was going to do so that he, and the rest of us wouldn't disturb her, I noticed how nice her feet smelled thanks to the fragrance of the essential oil she added to her bath water.

On that day, I smelled the fragrance of a rose. Even when I was just walking near her in the house or the back yard, there were days what I'd smell eucalyptus or lavender. She always smelled terrific!

I know that a lot of you guys are turned on by feet that smell like, well, feet. And a lot of you like it when feet smell awful, although to you that means they smell really great. That's cool. I get that. Especially when feet are well cared for, there have been times when I didn't mind that a woman's feet smelled badly, or they were dirty. I got into their feet anyway, and I really enjoyed them.

I suppose the way our foot fetish develops when we're young is what turns us on when we become adults. That's probably why I'm most turned on by clean feet, and feet that are well cared for, which includes for me feet that have been scented with essential oils, or scented lotions. That just happens to be my thing. Of course, back when I was just a young boy, and up until I turned about 19 or 20 years old, I had no idea that the strongest sexual attraction I had for women was because of my fetish for their feet.

Even though I knew my best friend's mom was a heavy sleeper, I did have the fear that she'd suddenly wake up to find me playing with her feet. I was afraid that if she caught me, she'd tell my mom, so I was as careful as I could be not to do anything that might wake her up. Still, the temptation to do more than just be next to her feet was too overwhelming. I had to do more, especially if it turned out that she was such a deep sleeper that she wouldn't notice.

When I lightly began to tickle the soles of her feet by tracing my fingers along every wrinkled crevice, and in between her toes, she remained motionless. When I used my tongue and mouth to do the same, there still was no sign that she was aware of what I was doing. When I gently grabbed onto one of her feet to raise it up enough so that I could easily suck her toes, she continued to remain motionless.

That encouraged me to more aggressively suck her toes, which is when I heard what seemed to be a gasp of surprise. I immediately stopped sucking her toes, and I gently laid her foot back down onto the bed.

I was too afraid to pick up where I had left off, so I slipped out of the room as quietly as I could, and I went back home.

The next day when I saw her while I was playing in the back yard with her son, and the rest of my friends, she acted normally with me, and I did my best to act normally with her. I didn't know if she realized what I had done, and simply stayed calm about it, or if she had no idea, and was simply oblivious to the short, but highly arousing foot fetish adventure that I had with her. Either way, I could hardly wait to sneak into her bedroom again while she was taking a nap.

I don't remember if I was able to sneak into her room again that day, or a day soon after, but I do remember trying to be nonchalant with my friends when I was playing with them as if I had never done what I did behind their backs.

The other thing I don't remember is how many times I played with, and enjoyed her feet while she was napping. What I do remember is when I first did something really daring with her that could have easily turned out badly.

Based on what I did next, my guess is that puberty hit me a little earlier than most young males who usually "begin at ages 11½–12 and complete puberty at ages 16–17." Mine seems to have begun at around age 8 or 9, or possible age 10. I do remember quite distinctly that I was already in a strong state of puberty by the time I was 11 years old, at least when it came to my foot fetish activities.

Because my best friend's mom never discussed with me anything that I did with her feet while she was taking a nap, there's a high probability that she quite literally never knew what I had done. That includes a daring move that I ended up doing pretty regularly after I had played with her feet.

One day after I played with her feet, I untied her bikini top to strip it away, and I slowly pulled down her bikini bottom inch by inch until I had stripped that off of her body as well. I laid her bikini top and bottom next to her on the bed, and I lightly tickled her soles, and kissed them before leaving.

Mind you, even though I fully knew about the birds and the bees, that's to say, I had been taught what intercourse is, including what masturbation is, the latter of which I regularly did to get myself off, I never tried to get sexual with my best friend's mom. Because of how satisfied I felt after playing with her feet, I didn't feel the need to otherwise get sexual with her.

The only thing I did after I first stripped off her bikini was to touch her pussy, and momentarily slide my fingers along its outer walls. I was fascinated by how her well trimmed pussy was glistening because of how wet it had gotten all by itself. In retrospect, I now know that she had gotten wet from me playing with her feet even if, as I believed, she was fast asleep, and it was an involuntary reaction.

At the age of 8 or 9 when that happened, and because I was so naive about sex, I simply had no clue what was happening to her, or to me for that matter. All I knew about myself was that I really liked playing with her feet. It made me hard just like masturbating did, and it gave me a lot of satisfaction. In retrospect, I was sexually satisfied, but I had no idea that's what it was.

By then, I had already been taught that sex between minors and adults was wrong. Even before being taught that, I already instinctively knew that it was wrong. Had my best friend's mom attempted to have sex with me, or had she woken up to discover what I was doing, and she let me continue, either one of those things would have been wrong, and illegal, but neither of those things happened.

What I didn't know then because I was just a young boy, but what I know now because I'm an adult, is that having a foot fetish means having a sexual fetish. Even though I was never sexually molested when I was a minor, I feel for those who were because many of them may feel guilty about their sexual molestation even though it's not their fault.

For me personally, I'm glad I had those foot fetish experiences with my best friend's mom. She had perfect feet, and my time with them was innocent enough for me to have fond memories that I always find arousing when I think about them.