Wishing to be Mom's footstool

I've always dreamed I could be my Mom's footstool. Having her feet planted on my face, smothering it, feeling each and every wrinkle on her soles as she slid them across every inch of my face. Smelling their heavenly scent. The feeling of her toes wiggling on my forehead. Maybe, she would want them cleaned and would force her toes into my mouth while keeping her other foot on my cheek.

Unfortunately, I don't think I ever could make that happen. It's my personal number 1 realistic fantasy.

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