My Best Friends Mom

When I was 17, my friend Matt had invited me to his house to watch a college basketball game. I never really cared about the game, but if it meant I got a chance to see his older sister, Lauren, up close, the better.

Lauren, unfortunately, wasn't there that day. So we watched basketball.

"You guys need anything?" Judy asked.

Matt's mom had always been quite attractive, but I never really paid much attention to her. Today, though, she looked especially nice for some reason. Her long brunette hair flowed over her shoulders. She was wearing an extra large T-shirt and some spandex biking shorts, and it made her 45-year-old body look quite nice. And then there were those flat strappy sandals, with a black sole and pink bands to hold them to her feet.

I noticed those immediately. I didn't recall ever seeing them in the house before, and I certainly paid attention to those things. I had taken care of their house when they were on vacation many times before, and having an intense foot and shoe fetish, I took care of more than just the goldfish.

I had visited Lauren's room many times before, sneaking into her closet to find her shoes. There was one pair of red pumps that I had shot my load into more than once, and some slide-on Candies that slid right over my cock, allowing me to fuck her heels. On occasion, I had ventured into his mom's room, but she never had anything that excited me, other than stockings or some lacy socks I sometimes would sniff then masturbate into.

My eyes were riveted to my friend's mother's feet. They were slender and shapely with a dark red nail polish. She leaned over to hand my friend a glass, and lifted her heels out of the sandals. All of a sudden, I was rock hard and I barely could control myself.

As she walked out of the den, all I could hear was the flip-flap sounds her sandals made. I really thought about heading home to jack off, but I thought it would look strange to leave a minute into the first half. Needless to say, my groin ached for quite a while.

At halftime, Judy came back into the den, and Matt left take something to his room. She sat down on the couch beside me and started making small talk, how school was, etc. The telephone rang; it was Matt's girlfriend calling. He took the call in the kitchen, leaving his mother and me alone in the den.

"These new shoes are killing me," she said, kicking off the sandals in front of her and swinging her feet onto the couch. Red marks from the straps were noticeable, and me never wasting an opportunity, I offered to rub them for her. At the very least, I figured, it would make for good memories to jerk off to later that night. Just touching those dainty feet put me on the verge of exploding in my pants.

"I would love that," she said. She swung her feet into my lap and I began massaging them firmly.

"Mom, that's Beth. Her car stalled and she needs someone to take her to work," Matt said. "I'll be back soon."

Matt said he'd be back in 30 minutes. That left me alone with his mom. I began to think I was in dreamland.

Actually, though, she was in dreamland. With my foot massage, she rolled her head back over the arm of the couch and sighed sensuously. I couldn't believe my luck, but I wasn't about to push it by trying anything. I mean, it was my best friend's mother, but her sexy feet were driving me wild.

"I hope you don't think I'm taking advantage of you," she said. "It feels quite nice, though."

As I switched to her right foot, she placed her left foot squarely on my cock. I didn't know if it was intentional, but there it was, and there I was, and she knew what she was touching.

"Oooh! Maybe you're enjoying this a little more than me," she said, nudging my hard-on with her toes. All I could do was smile. "Are my feet turning you on?" she asked, almost in a tone of disbelief.

My throat was dry. "Yes," I gasped. "I'm sorry if you're offended. I'll go."

"No bother," she said. "I'm honored, actually. We've got some time, and it feels sooo nice. My feet are yours, if you want."

I kept rubbing her feet, but I made sure I got a closer look. Her feet had a faint trace of new shoe leather and the scent of perfume. I couldn't control myself, and I started licking her toes. I ran my tongue along her right sole, around her heel, along the instep, over the underside of her toes. I was frenzied, and I slipped her toes into my mouth one at a time.

She sighed again, and began rubbing her left foot on my dick through my pants.

I licked her sole, from heel to toes, running my tongue over each soft wrinkle. She sighed deeply, and reached between her legs and began rubbing herself.

Her feet were sensitive, dainty and slender, and tender to the touch. They were the most sensitive part of her body, and she obviously loved what I was doing to them.

I moved on to her small toe, nibbled it gently and sucked it into my mouth. As I licked along each digit, her eyes closed part-way and she lay back half-conscious, masturbating herself through the spandex. I ran my tongue between each toe, eventually coming to her big toe, which I sucked deep. Eventually, I moved my way to her instep, and kissed my way back to her heel, rubbing her foot all over my face. I went back to sucking her toes.

Matt's mom let out a low moan, and it was obvious she came. I was close, so I dropped my pants and began to rub my dick on her toes. Her well-tanned feet provided a silky soft foot job -- the wet dream of my life. My fantasies came true at that moment.

She clenched my cock with her left toes. I kept thrusting against her foot, but I didn't last long. I jerked myself off and shot all over her feet, soaking her from her heels to her toes.

"Oooh, lotion for my feet. That feels so nice," she said.

I smoothed it into her skin, and she sighed. Noticing the wet spot on the front of her pants, she excused herself to change.

Matt came home soon after and came immediately to the den. Judy walked by.

"Anything good happen?" he asked, referring to the game.

"It was a whitewashing," I responded. His mom merely grimaced and walked into the kitchen.

We never experienced that afternoon delight again, but it certainly provided me a lifetime of fantasies and masturbation fodder.