I want to worship my Mom's feet
I seriously want to worship my Mom's feet. They are so beautiful and perfect and I wish I was able to suck on her toes. I've had the chance to rub them only once in my life. They felt so perfect in my hands. I want to touch them so much more. Every day if I could.
I've also had the opportunity to smell them a few times just due to how I was sitting on the foot of her bed while she watched TV while barefoot. They smelled amazing. It's tough to describe. But I miss the way they smell.
But even more than that, I just want to smother my face in them and kiss and lick and suck on them. They look like they would taste so delicious. I don't know what to do.
Go for it. I promise she will love it.
It was just mom and I growing up. She got a job with the county clerk's office and always wore skirts with pantyhose. Ever since I was 12, I got to see her amazing legs and feet as she got dressed for work. She'd even use the shower curtain to dry her pantyhose and thigh highs. When I was 14, she came home from work tired and crashed on the couch before she ate or changed. After an hour, I sat next to her and started massaging her tiny feet. My mom is 5ft and wears size 5.5 women's shoe. She woke up and let me continue. I was also able to get a peek of her white panties under her skirt. This became our 'thing' when she came home because I was tell her about my day at school. As long as we go to share our day and communicate with each other, she agreed to let me give her a foot massage after work from then on. I also insisted she leave her pantyhose and she was fine with it.
That's awesome! You're super lucky! Were you ever able to smell your Mom's Feet or suck her toes?
I did smell them and smelt my hands while rubbing them. She was wearing her pantyhose so I never attempted to suck them. I did kiss her big toe and told her how cute it was. The bonus was her cute pedi. She always went for a pedi Saturday evening. Most of the time her toenails were bright red or pink with french tips. I guess that's what it's called. It was fun while I lived at home. I still remember seeing her panties through the pantyhose up her skirt.