Thoughts

As I settle in on the couch, wiping the sleep from my eyes, you quickly moved to kneel down in front of me.  You look upon me with a face full of complete devotion and adoration.  I felt my whole body get warm from just that simple look from you.  You slowly reach out and gently caress my foot between your hands.  You lower your head and begin to kiss my foot softly, lovingly.  As I watch you caress my feet, my mind begins to fill with thoughts of devouring you.  To rip you wide open so I can kiss you much deeper.  My mind contemplates how such sweetness from you brings out such a dangerous hunger in me.  

I shift positions so I can have better control and begin taking over the moment.  I slowly start pushing my toes down your throat, as you open your mouth wide to accept all that I can force your body to take.  Placing my other foot on your chest, I shove you back slightly just to get a better look at you.  I start with those hazy eyes of yours, I slowly draw my eyes down your body, letting my toes follow a beat behind.  Tracing your jaw line, the pressure causes your head to turn.  The site of your neck makes my mouth water.  I push up on your chin to expose your neck, toying with the thoughts in my head.  To kiss, nibble, trace my tongue across the veins.  Sink my teeth in, maybe even draw a little blood.  I contemplate the images it brings forth in my head, the possible reactions from you. 

I trail the other foot down your neck and across your chest as I imagine you lying on the floor, my foot square on your throat, your eyes staring at me, so trusting.  I wonder what you think about as the ability to breath disappears.  Do you ever worry I’ll press to hard?  Or do you simply feel at home, taking in the sensations, knowing I will let up when you need that next breath?  As that face turns red, and you begin wiggling to find air, do you question that faith in me?  Or do you simply go blank, instinct taking over, desperate for the breath only Momma can give to you?

As my foot finally finds your cock, my wandering mind snaps back to reality.  

“Mmmmm, already so hard and wet”, I think to myself... as the wicked thoughts of what to do to you starts flowing through my mind like a motion picture on fast forward.  Now the only questions is… just where to begin.

Fetish or Obsession?

Ever wonder what the difference was?  Is there even a difference?  It’s a fun little banter between the boy and I.  He’s obsession with my feet.  The foot porn entry?  It’s what really happens, what goes on here in the household.  But the pounce?  It’s not him dropping to his knees to kiss or lick or worship my feet in any way.  He is obsessed with tickling my feet, which coincidentally are extremely ticklish.  He is so completely enamored with the way it makes me laugh.  It’s not my feet that turn him on, but my laughter, reactions, and the end result that drive him mad.  Somehow it nearly always leads to some tussling match between us, which ends with me putting him back in his place.  This isn’t a once in a while thing either.  It’s nearly daily.  Matters just get worse if my toe nails are freshly painted.  “Like painting a bull’s-eye on them”, he claims.  Clearly an obsession. 

So why don’t I stop the behavior?  It’s his face.  His emotions will play across his face almost in a cartoon fashion.  The giddiness when he spots them.  Stealing glances like a kid trying not to get caught staring at a cookie jar.  The mischievous look when he tries to slowly sneak a hand over to get a hold of them.  The guilty look that flashes right before he feigns innocence when he is caught.  Then that final look of determination, punishment be damn, when he can’t stand it all any longer and he pounces.  In a way, it’s a type of foreplay we can do regardless of who is around.

But that’s just it.  If kids are not around or sound asleep, this will often result in sex.  Fun, steamy, sexy sex.  All from tickling my feet.  So even though my feet don’t actually turn him on like they would a person with a foot fetish, I have no doubt the resulting fun and silliness does.  You might say he has a tickling fetish, as I’m ticklish everywhere and he will tickle all over, but the obsession is with tickling my feet.  So is it a fetish at all?  A foot-tickling fetish? LOL

Who knows, but it does make life interesting around here.

Foot Porn

I sit on the recliner, my feet propped up and on full display.  You sit across the couch watching TV.  Crossed at the ankles, the toes begin to slightly rub against each other.  Their bright red toe nails tenderly caressing each other as I type on the laptop.  Out of the corner of my eye I catch you staring, that small, half grin of desire crossing your face.  I giggle inside.  Interlocking toes, one foot curls under the other in that cute pose that drives you crazy.  This time I turn my head and look at you as you quickly duck your head and turn a light shade of pink.  

“Are you staring at my toes again”

You shrug sheepishly, stretching out your arms to indicate that you just can’t help yourself when they’re out there like that.  To which I reply by simply rubbing one foot up and down my bare leg.  Glaring at you with that evil smile as if to say “I dare you”.  You smile at me, but back down for now.

Some time passes by, I’ve curled my feet up next to me.  You watch closely to see if I’m absorbed enough in whatever I’m doing, hoping to catch a moment I’m not paying close enough attention.  Your hand sneaks out across the couch.  Slowly your hand creeps till it’s with inches of my foot when…

“SMACK”

 You quickly withdrawal your hand, sulking at your failed attempt. 

Now it’d my turn to grin, that wicked grin that knows exactly how this will end.  A few more failed attempts as I watch the sulking slowly turn into determinations until finally…

You pounce!