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A Christmas Fetish Pt. 01

By: jdnybk



It was roughly 1976 in Augusta, Georgia, two or three days before Christmas to be exact. I was eighteen years old. My mom and I had been on our own ever since my father had died in a truck accident two years earlier. Mom had a rough time of it, as would be expected, the first year after he passed.

She was 36 years old and was a loan officer at Augusta National Finance. She was, in my opinion, a very attractive woman at 5'3", 105 pounds with long brown hair that she teased into a feathered look, and, I'm almost embarrassed to say, the best looking pair of legs around. We had gotten into a morning ritual fashion show where she would try on several dress and shoe combinations until I would voice my approval, just a son helping his mother in a less than self-confidant time. She always took pride in making herself the best dressed woman at her office.

About a block down the road was my old babysitter, and mom's best friend. A beautiful redheaded lady named Kelly. Kelly was in her early thirties and had become very close to mom after dad passed away. She was also instrumental in waking up my mother's natural female desires, as Kelly would take her out to parties or dancing on occasion. Kelly was taller than mom, and just a little heavier, but still a knockout by any standard. She was very important in rebuilding my mom's self confidence in the dating scene.

On occasion, mom would come home from work shortly after I'd gotten home from school. One day she came home and seemed very tired. After kicking off her heels and reclining in the den chair, mom asked for her very first foot rub from her son. As I rubbed her tired feet through her black nylons that day, she told me how my dad would do this for her. I was happy that I could do something that made her happy as he did, and gave her a foot rub almost everyday when she came home.

As I sat in front of the TV in the den, I heard mom's car pull into the driveway. I peeked through the curtains to see her and Kelly wave at me as they unloaded bags from the car. Mom was wearing the black skirt and red blouse I had picked out for her that morning, and a pair of black high heeled sling backs. Kelly was wearing a pink sweater, black slacks and a pair of white winter boots. I always called them ski boots. I thought to myself with some regret that there would be no foot rub today as Kelly tended to stay late when she would come over. I heard mom call out, "Hi honey, we're home!", and then Kelly giggling. They put their bags on the kitchen table and joined me in the den. "Thought we'd do a little shopping on the way home, so we stopped at the mall. My God, there were so many people I thought I'd scream." Mom said.

"You did scream, Monica, when that old man stepped on your foot." Kelly added.

Mom plopped into the recliner as Kelly sat on the couch next to me, and took her right shoe off and began rubbing it in her lap. "Oh, I know. It hurt like you-know-what! But, he said he was sorry." And then it all changed. Mom took her other shoe off and propped her legs up so her stockinged soles were staring me right in the face. "Honey," she said staring at me between her feet, "Would you mind rubbing my feet for me? Especially the right one where that man stepped on it?" I glanced at Kelly to see how she might react to this request as I was somewhat uncomfortable at someone knowing I rubbed my mother's feet. She only raised her eyebrows quizzically at me while wearing an innocent smile on her face.

I sat at mom's feet and tenderly took her right foot into my hands and began kneading her soles through her nude-toned hose. Mom's feet were always so soft it still amazed me. Her toenails were always immaculately polished, and I knew she used a pumice stone to get rid of calluses. Mom laid her head back on the chair and moaned in her throat. I pressed my thumb into her arch while squeezing her heel, and began circling my thumb into her sole. I glanced at Kelly again afraid we'd be getting a strange look, but she was still only watching with a seemingly content smile on her face.

Then I returned my attention to my mother's feet. I began pulling on her toes now, not too rough, just enough to stretch them out after being cramped inside her shoes. I sensed movement to my right, and saw Kelly taking off her ski boots, revealing pink wooly socks, which, using the toes of the opposite foot, she peeled off her feet. I continued staring at Kelly's feet as I rubbed my mom's. Kelly began rubbing her bare feet together and I realized I was still staring. When I looked into Kelly's eyes, I knew things were going to get interesting. "Hey, Monica?" Kelly said. "Would you be terribly upset if I asked your son to perform some of that magic on me?"

Mom looked, up almost startled, as if she had been dozing. "Oh, uuhh, no I don't mind. Do you mind dear?" She asked almost nervously, as if she felt the same way I did earlier.

I looked at Kelly who was still wearing her impish smile and shrugged. "No , not at all." I slid over to where Kelly was and sat Indian style on the floor in front of her. She then placed her left foot in my lap. I propped her foot up on my knee and began deeply rubbing her sole as she propped her other foot on my other knee.

"Oh my, that feels so delicious." She said as I ministered to her foot. As I continued the impromptu massage, I noticed her eyes close and her hands slip down to the tops of her thighs which she began kneading vigorously.

"I'm not tickling you am I?" I asked.

She jerked her head up and looked at me feverishly and said, "Oh no. Not at all, hon. It feels wonderful." After switching to her other foot and starting to rub under her toes, I noticed the polish on her toenails. I'd never seen that color before; it was some kind of hot pink shade that I found to be very attractive. I was just thinking that I'd have to buy it for mom when Kelly spoke again. "Oh my! I'm sorry, I didn't think that my feet would smell after being in those hot boots all day. You can stop if they're bothering you."

Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. "No, they're fine." I said.

"Are you sure?" She asked. And with that, she raised her right foot up to my face. "Here, tell me the truth. Do they smell?"

I glanced over at my mother who was watching very intently. She smiled and with a laugh said, "Well, go ahead." I cupped Kelly's foot in my hand and leaned my face closer to her sole.

Just as I was preparing to sniff her bare foot, she pressed her foot against my face. I sat perfectly still as she pressed the ball of her foot lightly against my lips and cupped my nose between her toes. "There." She said. "Tell me how that is." As I inhaled the aroma of her foot, I actually expected to be grossed out, but to be honest, I was hypnotized. I thought her feet smelled delicious. She slowly dragged her foot down my face so her toes pulled my lips apart before they slid off my chin. I was stunned.

"Uuhh, they smelled fine." I said. I continued rubbing her foot again once it was back in my lap. Kelly was smiling at my mom now with a knowing look on her face.

"So?" Mom said to her, "What does that prove?"

Kelly laughed and said, "Just wait. You'll see." Kelly pulled her feet from my lap and sat up on the couch. "OK hon, I want you to trust me and do me a favor, OK?" I silently nodded my head as I was still partly in shock about what seemed to be happening here. "Now, I want you to close your eyes and do not open them unless I tell you to. OK?" I nodded and closed my eyes knowing nothing bad would happen with mom here with me. Then, I felt (or rather smelled) Kelly's feet covering my whole face as she began softly rubbing her toes from my forehead down to my chin, pausing occasionally to tickle my lips. Something made me open my mouth, just a little to see what would happen, and Kelly took her chance. I felt her big toe slip between my lips and tickle the tip of my tongue. I tickled back. Her toe instantly popped out of my mouth so fast my eyes opened in surprise. Kelly rocked back on the couch laughing as my face burned from embarrassment. "You see?!" She squealed. "I told you that he must like feet if he didn't mind rubbing yours everyday!"

I looked over at mom who was shaking her head in a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "Well, I don't know anything about that sort of stuff!" She said.

Kelly hopped down onto the floor by my side and looked intently into my face. "Now, tell me the truth. Did you like doing that to my feet? C'mon, tell me. You did, didn't you?" I looked to my mom for help but she only gestured at me to answer the question.

"Well, yeah. I guess I did. But you're the one..."

Kelly only shook her head. "Not important sweetie. Why don't you finish rubbing your mom's feet while I sit back and relax."

Mom stood and looked down at the both of us. "Just a minute, I'll be right back." Mom was gone for just a couple of minutes but Kelly used every second to rub her feet in my face and run her toes through my hair. When mom returned, I noticed that she had removed her pantyhose. She then took her place in the recliner. "OK, I'm ready." She said as she leaned her head back against the cushion. I moved over to her feet again and began softly rubbing them, now with a sense of growing apprehension.

Kelly moved till she was sitting right next to me and whispered into my ear. "Go ahead. Smell her feet. You want to, don't you?" I could only nod now as it seemed I had always wanted to do this to her. All those times of rubbing her feet, I had fought off the urge to smell them, and even to kiss them, thinking I was some sort of freak. Afraid Mom would think the same. I leaned closer to mom's bare foot, glancing up at her, reassured that at least her eyes were closed and that she wasn't staring at me. And then I did it. I pressed my lips against the bottom of my own mother's bare foot. It was electric. Like a bolt of lightning hit my lips and settled in the pit of my stomach. I barely noticed that Kelly was running her fingers through the hair on the back of my head, coaxing me on. "Do it again. Kiss it." I bent closer again, this time I kissed the tip of her big toe. I heard mom make a small sound in her throat almost a whimper. "Stick out your tongue." Kelly whispered.

As I stuck my tongue out Kelly gently but firmly pushed my face closer to my mom's toes. Using her other hand Kelly pushed mother's toes down a little, until my tongue was touching the underside of her big toe. "Lick it." Kelly whispered again. And lick it I did, like it was the best lollipop in the world! As I began licking underneath mom's toes, one of the two women moaned out loud, but I'm not sure which one it was. Kelly surprised me when she stuck her own tongue in my ear and said, "Go ahead hon, suck her toes, she wants you to." And a toe-sucker was born.

I felt no reason to hold back any longer. I held mom's foot in my hand and began sucking each of her toes into my mouth as I continued rubbing the sole of her foot. Then, I leaned further down and ran my tongue up the length of her sole, from her heel to the tips of her toes and back again. My God, I had no idea how wonderful this could be. I was losing control now as I pressed my mouth against my mother's arch and sucked as hard as I could. Kelly was really into it as well. "That's it baby, keep on sucking it. Keep on licking it. Make her feel good." Then she joined me. As I was sucking on her heel, Kelly began sucking my mom's toes. I sat back in amazement for a second as Kelly's head bobbed up and down on my mother's big toe.

Mom had lifted her head and was staring down at the younger woman worshipping her feet and seemed just as excited as we were. "Oh yeah, oh God Kelly, what are you... Oh my God." Mom threw her head back on the seat, apparently too consumed to stop things now. I rejoined Kelly now except I began licking mom's other foot, so we each had one of our own. As I sucked mom's toes, Kelley's hand had crept up mom's skirt and was busy rubbing her down there. Mom's hands joined Kelly's and for a while I had to stop licking and sucking Mom's toes as she began jerking around so much they kept popping out of my mouth. Then, I believe my mother had an orgasm. She squealed in a little girl sort of way and her body tensed up in the recliner like a board. Kelly and I sat back and watched as mom gathered her composure.

Kelly then turned to me, and pulling my face to hers, began French kissing me. Which I'd only heard about, never experienced. I swear I could taste mom's feet in her mouth as Kelly's tongue licked the insides of my own mouth. Then, Kelly released me and turned towards my mom who was watching us from the recliner. Kelly straddled Mom right there in the chair and began furiously making out with her. As Kelly sat on my mom's lap, I saw an opportunity I couldn't pass up. I crawled over to them and began licking Kelly's bare soles, one on each side of my mom's thighs. Christmas presents came in many strange and exciting forms that year.

A Christmas Fetish Pt. 02



Well, not that it needs to be said, but things were getting very interesting that day in 1976. In A Christmas Fetish, I believe I left off where Kelly was straddling my mom in the den recliner, and I was beginning to lick the soles of her bare feet. I had just begun sucking Kelly's big toe, when the unthinkable happened. "NO! Stop!" The next thing I knew, Kelly fell off moms' lap, and pretty much landed in mine. Kelly half sat, half lay in my lap as she stared up at mom incredulously.

Apparently, Kelly had been pushed by my mom who, also apparently, was having misgivings about how the situation was unfolding. "Monica?" Kelly said, almost under her breath. "What the hell's the matter?"

Anyway, to make a long story short, Mom kicked Kelly out of the house. It was loud, and ugly. Mom yelling at Kelly about corrupting mine and her relationship, and Kelly yelling right back that all she did was open mom's eyes to something that she already wanted. And so things remained.

Until New Years Eve. It was about six o'clock p.m. Mom had been running around getting ready to go to a party that her office was throwing, while I sat on the couch wondering if she would ever model her clothes for me again. "Well? What do you think?" I heard her call out from the dining room.

I walked around the corner to see her standing by the dinner table. She put her hands on her hips as I appraised her choice of dress. She was utterly gorgeous. Her hair was put up in a bun except for two wisps which hung down and curled against her neck just below her ears. A pink blouse rounded out by a grey jacket and skirt combo almost finished the ensemble. What caught me however, was her shoes. I had never seen them before. A beautiful pair of shiny, black leather pumps with almost a stiletto heel. I looked into her eyes and smiled. "You look gorgeous as always, mom." I said.

And then I was startled to see tears in her eyes as she walked up to me and embraced me. "Oh honey. I'm so sorry how I've treated you the last few days, and Kelly too. I guess I was just scared that all of our relationships were going to change into something we couldn't control. That might hurt us some time, you know?" I just nodded as I was too excited to speak for fear of breaking the spell. "Do me a favor would you? I made some sausage balls last night. How about taking them to Kelly's house for me? Maybe she'll know I'm sorry for ignoring her and we can talk at the party." Mom reached behind her and retrieved a Tupperware container with a red bow on top, and pressed it into my hands. "If you hurry, you might catch her before she leaves."

Needless to say, I fairly ran the short distance to Kelly's house, and sure enough, her car was still in her driveway. I hadn't seen her since the day mom kicked her out of her house, and it was long overdue as far as I was concerned. I had rung the doorbell a couple of times before I began to suspect with a sinking heart that she wasn't home. "Shit!" I cursed under my breath as I turned away.

I had just reached the sidewalk when I heard, "Well, well... if it isn't the offspring of my affection." My heart as well as somewhere below my belt, jumped as I turned towards the voice. Kelly stood in the doorway with one hand on her hip and the other apparently holding herself up against the doorframe. As I got closer, I noticed she was also dressed for the party. She was a fox in her all black one piece dress, the skirt of which ended well above her knees.

When I got back on the front step, she reached out and softly caressed the side of my face. "Hello Sugar." She said. She almost slurred her words. I wondered if she had been drinking already. "C'mon in." She purred, and walked back into her house. As she walked back inside, I looked down her black nyloned legs and saw that she wasn't wearing shoes. Her soles beckoned me inside. "Have a seat while I finish getting ready. Oh, by the way, there's some wine on the coffee table. Help yourself if you don't think your mom will mind."

As I sat on the couch, I saw the bottle of wine chilling in a bucket of ice, reminding me of the gift I had brought. "Oh yeah." I called out to her. "Mom wanted me to bring these sausage balls she made. I think she wants to make up for the argument ya'll had last week."

I heard high heels clacking down the hall towards me. Kelly walked in and stared at me. "Let me ask you something." She said as she stood next to me putting on a pair of earrings. "Do you have any problem with what happened between us? I mean, between me and you, or me and your mom, or even between you and your mom? Anything bug you about it?"

I had to kill these thoughts now if I was ever going to experience anything like last week ever again. "Uh, no Kelly. To be honest with you, I really enjoyed it. I mean, I was embarrassed that you saw me kissing mom's feet at first, but when you seemed to understand it, well, It actually turned me on."

Kelly sat down next to me and propped her feet up on the coffee table. "And you didn't have a problem watching me doing that to her either, or when I was making out with her?" I just shook my head with a matter of fact smile on my face. Kelly picked up the wine from the bucket and opened it. "Well, in that case, let's celebrate!" She said. Not even bothering with glasses, Kelly upended the bottle and chugged away.

I found myself imagining that the bottle neck was my mom's toe as Kelly's lips were wrapped around it as she drank. "Ah! Boy that's good. Here, your turn." She said, handing the wine to me. As I began drinking from the bottle, Kelly reached down and slipped her heels off, and placed them next to the bucket of ice. As I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, Kelly stood and faced me. "Do you want to celebrate like a little boy? Or do you want to celebrate, like a man?" She asked huskily. With that, Kelly straddled my legs and sat on my lap facing me. She grabbed both of my hands and pinned them behind my head against the back of the couch, as she began pushing her crotch and chest against me. "Well?" She asked.

All I could do was stare into her green eyes and whisper, "Like a man."

"Good." She whispered. "Then you're going to have to accept things like a man, o.k.?" Kelly leaned back and reached behind her. She placed the wine bottle between our bodies, then reached back again. This time she had one of her high heeled pumps in her hand. "And you're going to have to celebrate like a man too. Hold this." She told me, pushing the shoe against my hand. As I held her shoe in my hand, Kelly began pouring wine into it. Then she raised the shoe to my mouth and said, "Drink up."

I opened my mouth and Kelly pressed the back of her shoe against my lips. I drank greedily as the wine poured into my mouth. I swear I could taste the sweat from her foot mixed in with the wine. When the shoe was empty, Kelly pushed it over my mouth and nose and commanded that I clean it. At first I wasn't sure how I should do it. But then she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it back against the couch, at the same time, pushing her shoe harder against my face. "With your tongue!" She said rather sharply.

I pressed my tongue as far into Kelly's shoe so I could and began licking and sucking up the remains of the wine. Then, when she was apparently satisfied with the job I had done, she turned the shoe around so that the tip of the heel was just touching my lower lip. Kelly leaned over, "Suck it." She whispered into my ear.

As I opened my mouth, Kelly pushed the heel. I wrapped my lips around it as she began pushing it in and out of my mouth. Kelly was really enjoying herself now as I noticed a flush appear on her cheeks and the pace of her breathing had quickened. She had also begun grinding her crotch into mine, and, I have to say, the pressure down there for me was getting intense.

Suddenly, Kelly reared her head back and let out a chilling squeal as she pounded herself down into my lap. As she did however, she almost gagged me with the heel she had practically buried in my throat. I had to reach out and grab her when she almost fell off of me onto the coffee table. As she regained her balance, she then leaned to my left and pushed me down onto my back. This time she was straddling my chest and once again pinned my arms above my head. She slid up a little further and used her nylon covered knees to hold my shoulders down. Kelly leaned down into my face, her blonde hair dangling around our faces. "Now, my big, big man. You... are going to... worship me. Do you understand what that means?" She asked.

I was tongue tied, so I nodded rapidly that, yes, I did indeed understand. She then slid back along my body so that she was sitting on the couch, but between my spread thighs. And then, she presented her beautiful feet to my face once again. She placed both of her feet side by side on my face, completely covering my mouth, nose, and eyes. I inhaled the scent I had remembered from my house a week ago. She began rubbing them gently back and forth across my lips. "Go ahead, stick your tongue out and start licking." She said to me.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as she drug the bottom of her feet across it. I licked both of her feet from heel to toe, then had to lift my head a little so she could shove her toes into my mouth. I sucked long and hard, even pulling on the hose with my teeth then sucking my spit right back out of them as her toes writhed before my face. At one point, she reached down and ripped the hose from her feet freeing her toes and soles to be serviced by my tongue.

And service I did. My mouth was beginning to tire from all of the licking and sucking I was doing. Then she suddenly stood up right on the couch and looked down on me laying there between her feet. "You know, when you were sucking my heel, I was getting so hot because I was imagining that you were really sucking a cock ... and now ..." Kelly reached under her dress and pulled a pair of red silk panties down her legs, peeling the now ruined hose down with them. "Now I want to see you lick and suck this." She said and lowered herself back down onto my chest.

Just as I thought I was going to finally get to go down on a women, however, the phone rang. As Kelly smiled down at me and began sliding her crotch closer and closer to my mouth, she reached over towards the coffee table and picked up the cell phone. Beep. "Hello? Oh, well hello Monica!" I could have died right there with this gorgeous woman sitting on my chest, getting ready apparently, to sit on my face, and my mom at the other end of the phone. "Oh honey." Kelly began. "Don't you worry about that, I understand your concerns, really I do." Kelly glanced down at me with a sultry smile and said, "Sure he's still here. Hang on a second."

Kelly held the phone down to where I could speak. "Hi mom, what's up?" I asked in what I hoped was a normal voice, as Kelly continued moving up my body until she was practically straddling my throat. Mom told me that she was ready to leave for the party and needed me to come home now. "O.k., mom. I'll be home in a second. Bye."

Kelly put the phone down on the coffee table and looked down at me. Then she stretched out so that she was lying on top of me and gave me a soft kiss. "Now, hon, Don't take this the wrong way but, remember what I said about accepting things like a man?" I nodded, getting kind of confused. "Well, what I was about to do to you...? Well, I think it would be more fun if I was doing it to your mom? Don't you?" I just smiled as she softly rimmed my lips with her tongue and realized just how utterly ruthless this woman was.

To be continued ...