2 comments/ 39877 views/ 14 favorites Foot Rub? By: grgor My little wife Annie likes to go barefoot. This has led to erotic adventures. Here is one. A while ago, when we were all in our early 30s, we had an unusual evening with the couple across the hall. It was at their place. We had some wine, some potluck supper, and some more wine, and were lounging around. "Annie, my ol' friend," Jackie said, "Doug is in love with your feet." "Huh? What? I don't..." "It's true, I am. They're so tiny and perfect." "Oh, no, no they're not, Doug. They're all scuffed and beat up." "Don't be too jealous, Charles," Jackie told me. "Doug has a way with feet." "Jealous? Umb, Why would I be..." Doug held up a finger and asked "Annie, would you like a footrub?" Annie dug her toes into the carpet. "Honey?" I looked my beloved wife in the face and shrugged. She shrugged back and said "Well, ok, that sounds nice, thanks, Doug." "Hoo-ray!!" he bellowed. He was a large, loud man. "Set them up, baby, I'll be right back." Doug ran from the room. I was a bit confused as to what the hell was going on. "Come here, Annie," said Jackie. "Sit in the big chair." Doug's chair. My Annie looked tiny in the big chair. She is tiny, four foot eleven, 90 pounds. Her folks were from Vietnam, so she has that simple, beautiful face. She was wearing only a big blue Mets sweatshirt, which fell to her knees, with white panties underneath. As usual, she wore no bra. Her long black hair fell loose around her little shoulders. "You sit here, stud," Jackie said, pushing me onto the side of the couch nearest Annie. "You'll want to see this." She wasn't quite as tall as my five nine, but she was way more fit. With thick blonde hair. Often disorderly, as it was that night. Doug ran in with a tray of dip and chips. "Be right back!" he said, running out again. "We just ate dinner, a very nice dinner, so...why the dip?" "Just in case?" said Jackie, giving an elbow to my arm. She was sitting very close to me on the couch. Doug ran in with a dishpan of warm water and some towels. "Be right back!" he bellowed, running out again. "This seems very elaborate," Annie said, looking at the towels and the deep dishpan of water. She was being stoic, I noticed. Sitting in the big chair, she had to stretch her legs and feet to reach her toes to the carpet. "'Tis a labor of love," said Doug, striding in with another dishpan, this one with hot, soapy water. "I like to do things right, Annie. Your magnificent feet deserve no less." He put the soapy dishpan on a footstool, placed it in front of Annie in the big chair, eased her feet into it, sat on the coffee table, and began rubbing her feet, kneading them under the water. "Oh, they're not so magnificent," Annie said. "They're very little, and the third toe is too small. And too crooked. Well, they're all too small, but that one more than the others At least it's the same on both feet, so they sorta match. Anyway, they're both sorta crooked and too small...." She was babbling in her nervousness. "They match beautifully," Doug said in a deep soft voice, rubbing her feet firmly. "Your third toe is like a wink at the world, one from each succulent foot." "Mmmmm. This is a very nice foot massage. Thank you, Doug." "Oh, we're just getting started, little Annie. The best is yet to come." In protest, i drained my glass of wine. To my surprise, Jackie had the bottle and poured me a new one. So they were a gang, and this was a planned ambush. "You've seen Jackie's feet?" Doug asked Annie, switching dishpans to the warm, non-soapy one. Still rubbing deep and slow. "Um, yes -- oo, that feels good -- long straight toes." "Yes. Clever toes. I love when she wraps them around my penis and wanks me off. Very hot, very sexy." "Jackie gives you...oh, god, that's nice...what, footjobs?" "Oh, yes. She is very talented." "Thanks, babe. I sure enjoy giving them." "Mmm. I love watching my creamy cum spatter your legs and dribble down your grasping toes." Annie looked puzzled. "Doug? Oh, oh. Why did you--ooo-- mention that? Oh, god. Are you expecting --oof-- a footjob from, uhh, me?" "Perhaps. But that would be secondary." "Secondary to what?!" I was very nervous. Didn't like the idea of my Annie giving Doug a fucking footjob. But my dick was getting hard in my jeans. And that is when my sweet little gem of a wife had her first orgasm of the evening. Just from having her feet touched. And Doug's dirty talk. She didn't say anything in any language that I was familiar with. "I always cum from his footrubs," Jackie said, putting her arm around my back with her hand on my shoulder. "He's really very good." "Whumb, ung, ghuh...gumb" I argued. "Oh, oh god, that feels nice," said Annie, lying sideways in the big chair, eyes closed, her head on the armrest. Doug kept rubbing slow and deep. "Please don't stop, Doug." She began pinching her nipples through her sweatshirt. She had that after-orgasm glow. Naturally, my dick was fully rigid now. And I noticed Jackie's full tit pressed against my arm. Maybe my dick swelled more. "Time for dip!" announced Doug, shoving the dishpans and foot stool away. He was still towling off her right foot as he reached back and grabbed a mess of dip with his hand. He smeared the dip on her foot, making sure to get it deep between her toes. As he cupped her heel in his dip-less hand, and began licking and sucking on her tiny big toe, he pushed a dip-covered finger into Annie's mouth. She suckled it like it was a squat little prick. "Oh, wow. That is so hot," I observed, accurately. "You know, I think you're right," said Jackie, half-hugging me. "She seems to like the dip." Annie was being obscene with her mouth, cleaning Doug's fingers. Stroking and pinching her nipples. Doug was being obscene sucking dip off her toes. Pointing his tongue he licked deep between her toes before sucking each one to the root into his mouth. Some dip got smeared on his face. Jackie reached over with her other hand and rubbed my hard dick in my jeans. I recoiled, and said to stop. "Really? Look at that," she said, pointing at my wife's other foot in her husband's lap. My beautiful wife was kneading and stroking his hard cock in his shorts. I let out a gasp. While I was distracted, stunned at the sight of my wife rubbing another man's hard cock, Jackie unzipped my jeans and pulled out my throbbing penis. "Look, Annie," she said, gently stroking me. "Charles is getting turned on." In a daze, Annie looked. I got harder. Doug, still with one of her toes in his mouth, craned his head around and looked hard at my stiff naked dick as his wife stroked it up and down. My Annie pulled her sweatshirt up and shoved both hands into her panties. One set of fingers rubbed her clit, the other dove into her little pussy. My eyes bugged and my mouth hung open. Doug was almost done licking her toes clean. I looked back at Doug's lap and saw that she'd worked her other foot up the leg of his shorts and was grinding her toes into his ball-sack. That was when Annie came for the second time that evening. Fairly mild vocally, "Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh...oh...yes. Yes! YESSS!!!" But her throbbing and thrashing told a fuller story. Having finished with her feet, Doug stood and pushed back the coffee table. He pulled Annie's butt to the edge of the big chair and stripped off her panties. Then he stripped off his shirt and shorts and kicked off his clogs. His cock was gorged and huge. We all took a moment to admire it. Annie kept rubbing her groin. Jackie thumbed pre-cum all over my dick-head. I reached under her dress and felt Jackie's cunt, which was sopping -- she wasn't wearing underpants. "Behold!" He was a large hairy man, with a forest of light-brown curls surrounding his stiff cock and big, heavy balls. "Party time!" cried Jackie, pulling off her own dress. She hadn't been wearing a bra, either. "Let's get you caught up, champ," she said, pulling off my t-shirt and pulling down my jeans. She left my sneakers on and my jeans around my ankles. She put a thick cushion on the floor between Annie's legs."Here's the front-row seat," she said, pushing me onto the floor so that I was looking straight up at Annie's pussy. It's a pretty little pussy, nearly hairless, just a few straight black wisps. Annie was still working her fingers in and out, and they were shiny with her juices. She put her feet on my shoulders. I nuzzled her leg and kissed her ankle. She shivered. Jackie knelt to suck my dick, playing with her own pussy, sliming up a finger for later use. Her mouth was very talented, but she wasn't trying to get me off. She wanted me in a holding pattern. Doug moved Annie's hand aside and began licking her, inches from my face. "Oh, god, Charles, he's -- he's -- taking me. Oh, god, his tongue is so -- long and thick. Oh! Oh! So...thick...." "I can see, Annie. Jackie is sucking me off. She can take all of me down her throat with ease." Not that my dick is small, it's a fat seven inches. But no monster like Doug's. Doug put two fingers in Annie and moved his head up her body, out of my line of sight. He straddled me, pinning my arms to my sides. His mighty cock throbbed just over me, pointing at my face and bobbing up and down. A drop of clearish pre-cum fell onto my chest. "Oh, oh, Charles," sobbed Annie. "He, he's sucking my tits now, chewing on my nipples." "Oh, jesus shit," I called. "Annie, she just stuck a finger up my ass." She had, too. "Charles, love, I think they're going to rape us." "Annie, my jewel, they are already raping us." Annie had a third, smaller orgasm. I could see Doug's fingers pumping her cunt while his thumb rubbed her little clit. Jackie pulled her mouth off my dick and slapped Doug's ass hard. "Fuck her," she ordered. And so he did. As Doug knee-walked his cock towards my wife's dripping cunt, the wiry hairs on his legs scratched my arms. Annie's feet were resting on my shoulders, and I could feel her nervously quivering. He took hold of his cock and stroked it a little. Another drop of cum fell, this time landing on my lips. I licked it off; it didn't have much taste. "Hey, Annie," sang Jackie. "Your husband just took some of my husband's cum in his mouth. He gobbled it right up. Yum!" She shoved her finger deeper into my ass. I winced. "Ch-ch-charles? Are you all right?" "He's dripping on my face and I can't move away." Another drop fell onto my mouth. Again I licked it off. "Don't worry, Charles. We'll fix that," said Doug. With his free hand he gently guided Annie's leg, opening her up, making room for himself. She moved her other leg on her own, unguided. He began rubbing his huge purple knob up and down her sopping pussy lips, getting it coated with her juice. He was being very slow. It was excruciating. Jackie was leaning in, watching with interest. She was squeezing and rubbing my hard dick with one hand while she slowly fucked my ass with a finger from the hand around my nuts. I was quite unused to such treatment. Then he did it, he slowly pushed his cock into my poor little wife. Just the angry head, the rest of his great throbbing cock waiting outside my wife's trembling cunt. Annie squealed, but she didn't sound like it was hurting her. Doug stopped and waited for her to get used to his size. When she got quiet again, he pulled out just a little and went in a few more inches. Annie let out a deep heavy groan. He waited again. "Aw, screw this," said Jackie. She pulled her finger out of my ass, swung a leg over my hips, and took my dick all the way into her twat in one fell swoop. She was very wet. Somehow I kept my hands free from Jackie's clamping thighs. My hands were perfectly positioned to molest Jackie's fantastic tits. This I did with increased enthusiasm. They were a bit unusual. They were conical, they jutted out like cones with huge nipples at the tips. I always assumed that she was trying to dress like a pop star. I had no idea that her large tits were actually shaped like rockets. Wow. Annie locked her feet behind Doug's back, and he pulled out a little then pushed in a few more inches. Annie came again. Her legs spasmed and her cunt clenched. A gush of pussy juice spattered Doug's cock and balls and rained down on my face. I realized that her tangy taste was the only thing about my current situation that was familiar. "Man, that girl sure does cum a lot," said Jackie. She was humping me fiercely. She had fabulous muscle control, and squeezed my dick hard when on the up-swing, as if she was trying to rip it off. No, I thought, no, Annie isn't a girl who cums a lot. Doug pulled out a little, then plunged in a lot more. Annie made a loud gasp. I have to work fairly hard to make her cum. Doug held again, rocking his hips, letting her get used to the volume of the invasion. But I always made her cum...didn't I? I was roused from these thoughts by Jackie pinching my nipples. Hard. "Pay attention, it's about to get good." Nobody had ever pinched my nipples before. When Doug sunk his whole fat cock into my Annie's slobbering cunt, his great ballsack hit me in the nose. He was all the way in. Rather than pumping right away, he began grinding and twisting. Slapping my face with his nuts. They were wet and sticky with her squirts. "Aargh! I'm getting tea-bagged!" I called to Annie. She responded by cumming again. "Beat him with your nuts, Dougy! Slam his face with your big fat testicles!" Jackie was enjoying herself. Her cunt was squeezing me so hard that I couldn't cum. Annie whimpered. Time for the main attraction: Doug began really fucking my wife, slamming his big fat cock into her pussy and pulling it almost all the way out. Grunting each time. Not fast, exactly, but powerful. Annie gave out a tremendous moan. On the outstrokes her scalloped inner labia clung to his cock and distended from her body, a series of circle-segments, delicate light-pink, glistening with Annie-juice. I could almost reach them with my tongue. Doug worked a finger into her cunt as he fucked it, and got it all goo-ed up. "Oh, no," I thought. Oh, yes -- he stuck it up her tiny asshole. "Ch-charles! he, he stuck a finger in me!" "I know, Annie. I can see." He pumped that finger in and out of her hole. For a while after that it was as if Annie was continuously having one long orgasm. Doug's balls and my face were soaked. When his balls hit my face they made a soft splashing sound. By then Jackie was also quite juicy. I felt her girl-goo running down my legs, all over my nuts, and down my ass-crack. "You should suck those balls," she advised me. (I thought about biting them.) She loosened her cunt-grip on my dick a bit and resumed pumping. Apparently I was now allowed to enjoy our fuck. Jackie leaned forward and gave Doug's ass-crack a long firm lick. She then drilled her tongue into his anus. "Jackie has her tongue up Doug's butt," I told Annie. She whimpered. We all fucked like that for a while. Annie still seemed to be having one long climax. Doug's balls tightened up, stopped hitting my face, and I thought he'd be next. But it was Jackie. She pulled her tongue out of Doug's asshole and sat up straight, grinding herself onto my dick and fingering her clit. "Aaah, that's a good one. Your husband has a pretty nice penis, Annie." Doug's turn: He made a series of short sharp jabs into my wife's pussy, grunting. She cried "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Eventually splats of his full white cum dripped out of her onto my face. I finally got my relief. It felt wonderful. Shot after shot of my sperm soaked Jackie's innards. She used her cunt muscles to milk my dick. "Damnation," I sighed. "Well said, Charles," said Doug, pulling out of Annie. "That was some good fucking." His cock was deflating, but was still huge. He collapsed to the side, and settled onto his back, with his head near my knees. Jackie stayed on my dick, squeezing it and keeping it fairly hard. Annie put her feet back on my shoulders and struggled to sit up. She peered down at me. I couldn't read her expression. She had a little dip smeared on her swollen little breasts -- looked like Doug really did chew her nipples! Somehow the blue Mets shirt had come off. More dip was smeared around her tiny mouth. When Doug had pulled out of her, quite a bit more of his thick seed had spattered my face. She looked at my face for a moment, looked over at Jackie's blonde pussy throbbing around the root of my dick, visibly pumping, then looked back at my face. I put out my tongue and scooped a big gob of Doug sperm into my mouth. It tasted a bit like soy sauce. In a small, trembling voice she said "What did you let him do to me, Charles?" I didn't know what to say. "I...I don't know." Her red swollen gaping twat suddenly looked angry, and dripped another gob into my eye. It stung. That seemed to make up her mind. Annie climbed off the big chair and sat her vagina onto my mouth. She ground it down, squeezing its contents out. There was quite a lot in there. "Clean up my poor abused cunt, Charles. Suck my lover's sperm out of my tortured hole. That's it, suck it all right down." "Wow! Great idea, Annie!" said Jackie. She was off my dick in a flash, and I felt and heard her putting her pussy onto Doug's mouth. "There you go, baby. Suck my new boyfriend's cream out of my well-fucked pussy. Get that tongue up in there!" Annie kept grinding and squeezing. I kept swallowing, and she kept filling me back up. It occurred to me that Doug's cum still tasted like soy sauce. She ground her anus onto the tip of my nose. "That's it, Charles. Keep sucking my lover's spunk out of my freshly-fucked cunt." I did. She never swore like this. "Hey, Annie, it looks like your husband likes sucking my husband's jizz out of your twat!" I felt a hand grab my dick, which was still hard. From the angle I could tell it was Jackie's hand. "I guess your husband blew his wad into me," Annie replied. Was she stroking Doug's spent, sticky cock? A second hand, Annie's, joined in pumping my dick. I began rocking my hips. Couldn't help it. "Maybe, but he can't get enough of your man's juice out of my hole!" said Jackie. A third hand groped my groin. Doug's? It felt my hardness then moved down to knead my balls. "Ah, now he seems to be recovering," said Annie. I couldn't help it. My hand found Annie's arm and followed it down to Doug's cock. It had softened, but was throbbing back to life. Both girls were squeezing it. I squeezed it, too -- there was room for all three of us -- then I moved down to squeeze his nuts. I squeezed them quite hard; he jumped a bit. Annie and Jackie both laughed. I was so relieved to hear Annie laugh, even a little. So I came again, a little, all over their hands. "Share?" asked Annie. "You are so good at this, little Annie," said Jackie. Annie and Jackie licked and sucked each other's hands clean of my cum. I'm not sure what Doug did with his dose. When the girls' cunts were pretty drained, they moved off our faces and sat on the floor. Doug and I sat up a bit. We were all naked, except for my sneakers and the jeans around my ankles. Doug's face was shiny with cum, girl's and boy's, and he grinned at us. His cock was getting hard again. "Anyone up for another round?" "Perhaps," said Annie, evenly. "But we should start with you, Doug, giving Charles a foot rub." "Oh, man! Cool!" said Jackie, rubbing her clit. "Will we get to watch the boys play?" "I don't see why not," said Annie coolly. "They've already rubbed and squeezed each other's pricks and balls. Their bellies are already full of each other's sperm." Foot Rub? Consequences. My little wife Annie and I were pretty upset after our first orgy -- it was too much like rape. We did not stay for round two. We gathered up our clothes and scampered back across the hall to our apartment. When we got home Annie began to softly weep. I took her to bed and she curled into the crook of my arm, still quietly crying. I stroked her long straight black hair and her small firm arm and shoulder, trying to comfort her. Eventually we drifted into sleep. I awoke in the middle of the night to find myself naked on my back with my fat seven inch penis fully erect and fully in Annie's pussy. This was unexpected. She was sitting athwart me buried to the hilt, but she wasn't moving, on the outside. She didn't pump up and down on my dick. She was just sitting there, clutching my dick with her cunt muscles. Clutch, relax, clutch, relax. I thrust up a bit, but she stopped me. "No, don't." Ah, I got it. She was trying to recover from the monster cock that had pounded her a few hours before. She was trying to clench back to a Charles-sized cunt. Fair enough. She laid down on my chest with my erect penis still in her vagina, doing the clutch-relax thing. We fell asleep. Neither of us came, or even pretended to. When I woke up again it was morning and she was not in our bed. I got up and went looking for her. She was on the living room couch, swaddled in a quilt. Only the top of her head was visible. I went to the kitchen and made some coffee. Poking my head out I asked "Coffee? I could make tea?" Wordlessly she opened a flap of her quilt cocoon and showed me her bottle of water. This is not good -- she won't even talk to me, I thought. I took my mug of coffee in and sat in a chair facing the couch. "What can I do?" Annie raised her beautiful Vietnamese face out of the quilt, still beautiful if tear-stained, and said "Get dressed." Oops -- I was stark naked. So I took my mug into the bedroom and picked out some clothes. Black socks, old gray briefs, and dark blue t-shirt. When I went back out I said "We have to talk." Annie wouldn't talk. "I'm going to call Ed." I picked up the phone; she didn't move. "He's the closest thing to an expert I know." I'd known Edmund since high school, almost 20 years. Annie had known him for over ten years. He was an usher at our wedding. He'd given Annie hundreds of foot rubs over the years. Literally hundreds. 75, 80% of all foot rubs she'd ever had. Edmund rang the doorbell 40 minutes later. He knew at once that something was wrong. "Something is wrong," I said. "I can see that," he said, adjusting his eyeglasses. "You're in your bumblewear." I let him in and locked the door. When he saw Annie, tear-stained in her quilt cocoon, he got worried. "Annie! Are you ok?" After a pause, I answered for her. "Not really, Ed. We got kinda raped last night. We're both a bit freaked." Edmund was startled. "Kinda raped?! Both...of you?! That's horrible. Is, is it true?" "Yeah, sorta. It was not un-like rape. It was a sexual ambush. And poor Annie had to take a monster cock. While I watched. From inches away. I got tea-bagged!!" "Tea-bagged?" Edmund asked. "Slapped in the face by a nut sack." "Um, did the nut sack belong to the monster cock?" "Sit down. I'll get you a coffee." It didn't take long, I knew he liked it black. "Thank you," he said when I handed him the mug. "I think it might be important that we all stay civil for this conversation. Agreed?" "Sure, man, of course," I said at once. Even I thought I sounded unconvincing. Still, Edmund let me slide, and looked at Annie. Annie glowered at him from inside the quilt, with only her eyes visible. She didn't intend to speak at all, she meant. When Edmund didn't seem to understand, she nodded yes several times, peeved. "You have to say yes, Annie." "Yeth," she said into the quilt. Edmund let her slide, too. "So, whose monster cock was it?" "Doug from across the hall. You've met him." "The big loud dumb guy?" "Yeah." "It's a cruel, unfair world when a guy like Doug gets a monster cock," said Edmund. "Maybe it's the other way around. Maybe he's such an ass because he has such a big dick," said I. "Maybe. So Doug fucked you, Annie, inches from Charles's face?" She nodded yes. "How did that happen?" Pause. "Like I said, it was a sexual ambush. We were over at their place for a potluck supper, and then they were fucking us." "You got fucked, too, Charles? By Doug's wife? What's her name?" "Jackie." "Jackie. She's a big woman." "Yes she is." "Wow." "Wow, indeed. Then Annie sat on my face and made me eat her lover's sperm out of her freshly fucked cunt." "What?! She did what?!" "Those were her words." Edmund looked at Annie. She coolly returned his stare. "Jackie also stuck her finger up my ass. Hard and deep." "Doug stuck his finger up my ass, too," said Annie. "Not as hard or deep." "His finger is bigger. And I was getting ripped apart by a giant penis." "Fair point." "And he chewed on my nipples. Hard. They're still sore." Annie was starting to open up again. This was good, even if she was mad at me. "Quite an adventure," said Edmund. "Jackie also stuck her tongue up Doug's ass. And they all jacked me off and licked my cum off each other's hands." "You also rubbed and squeezed Doug's cock and balls." "He did mine first! I...I was wondering if you were rubbing him." Edmund shifted in his chair. "I'm not used to hearing this level of detail about my friends' sex lives." "Are we making you uncomfortable, Ed?" asked Annie, coldly. "Yes, yes you are." "Are you getting an erection? Is your prick getting hard from hearing about how we got fucked?" Edmund didn't answer, but his face got red. We could see the bulge in his pants. I realized that I was also hard, very visibly through my underwear. It was an unusual conversation. "Why are you so mad, Annie? You seem to be mad at Charles." "He...he let Doug do that to...to me," she whispered. "Let him?!! LET HIM!!!" Edmund stopped me. "Stay civil, now." I calmed down -- he was right. "Annie, beloved, how could I stop it? I didn't know it was a sexual foot rub until you had that huge orgasm. By then it was too late. You were already kneading his cock and balls with your toes." "S..sexual foot rub? Toes...on cock...and..." "I admit, I was stunned. We were ambushed. When he sucked your toes and you came again, I was in shock." "He...he...he s-sucked Annie's...toes?" "Yes, Ed. He sucked my toes. And it felt good." "It felt so good you had a massive orgasm," I added. "Yes I did. I earned it." "Am I to understand that this all started with a foot rub?" asked Edmund. Pause. "It did. I didn't even know that people could orgasm from a foot rub. But that's why I called you. Because you've given her so many. Even if none of them were sexual." "Um, actually..." Annie started, and gaped at Edmund. I guess that I did, too. "'Actually...'?" "Actually, all of them were sexual foot rubs." "ALL of them?" "It's like you are a foot fetishist or something." "Not or something." Edmund looked at us blankly. Annie pulled her head back into the quilt. I just sat there feeling like a fool. "So now you know my deep dark embarrassing secret." Edmund looked at the floor. "So...so all these years you've been getting off on Annie's feet?" "Yes. I love her feet." "'Her third toe is like a wink at the world, one from each foot.'" "Huh?" "Something Doug said." Annie put her head out again. She was livid and near tears. "I can't believe you! All these years you've made me a part of your perversion! Do you masturbate thinking of my feet?" "Yes. Frequently." "You bastard! I'll never let you touch them again!" "Please don't say that, Annie! I couldn't bear that! It's not like I hurt you in any way." Edmund fell to his knees. "You violated me. You used me sexually." "But, but I thought you liked my foot rubs." "I did. they were very relaxing. Very...sensual. Oh, god! It's like I'm being raped all over again!!" "Please don't say that, Annie. I'll do anything. Anything." At this point Edmund began to unbutton his shirt. It had now become a very unusual conversation. Edmund got his shirt off and began to awkwardly remove his shoes. "I'll give you free accounting for life. I'll wash your car every day. I'll tongue your anus. I'll tongue Charles's anus. Charles can fuck my anus. You can fuck my anus." "How can I fuck your anus?" "With a strap-on." "We don't have a car." They ignored me. "How is it a favor to let me fuck your asshole with a strap-on?" She had calmed down quite a bit. "Because I really don't want anyone fucking my asshole with anything." By then Edmund was naked on his knees in front of Annie. His smallish dick was erect and throbbing. His testicles were rolling in his scrotum. "Just...just let me show you." Edmund, naked on his knees, offered his cupped hands to Annie. "Let me show you, finally, how much I love your feet." Annie moved beneath the quilt. Neither Edmund nor I moved. Then she did it. Slowly, slowly, she extracted a bare foot from the quilt cocoon and gave it to Edmund. It was not the foot that Doug had rubbed and sucked 'til she'd had orgasms. It was the foot thad had kneaded his cock and balls. Edmund took her foot gently in his hands and looked at it for a while. Then he did something that I totally didn't expect -- he quickly, roughly, wetly licked the arch of her foot with a wide, flat tongue. She came! Annie had an orgasm from one lick! Not a big climax, but a distinct BAM. Annie did some spasms, throwing off most of the quilt. She was wearing a red Mets sweat shirt. "Good lord. Oh, god. Oh, god, Ed." He really was an expert. I really was a dope. Edmund proceeded to give Annie's foot the full treatment. Although he did not rush, I couldn't follow everything he did. He licked, sucked, and rubbed Annie into orgasm after orgasm. My little wife turned out to be quite the multiple cummer, I noticed. If she'd never cum from one of his foot rubs before, it was only because he was being restrained. Annie fell off the couch and writhed on the floor. She pulled up the sweat shirt, one hand diving into her blue panties and the other caressing her sore nipples. "Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god. I didn't know. I didn't know." When Edmund took her other foot, doing both at once, she could no longer speak. Her pussy squirted several times. I was too astonished to remember to masturbate. Finally he put her feet together such that her insteps formed a cunt shaped opening and began to fuck it with his pulsing dick. This seemed to pleasure them both. With a grunt Edmund came, spattering her shins and feet with his jizz. I just sat there amazed. He fell back onto the floor, panting and adjusting his eyeglasses. His moist, shrinking penis burped out a few more gobs of cum. "Charles?" said Annie. Her calves and ankles were spattered with goo. Some of the thicker splashes were oozing down her skin, dripping onto the floor. "Ed has soiled my legs and feet. Get over here and lick them clean for me." Here we go again. Foot Rub for Mum *all characters in this story are adults over age 18* * I must have lost track of the time! I hurriedly tucked my eight inches of swollen meat into the waistband of my track pants and sat upright. She arrived through the back door at 5:30 as usual, tore off her heavy backpack and tossed it to the floor behind the couch, unstrapped and stepped out of her little brown sandals, then nudged them over toward the wall. She gracefully tiptoed around the couch. I looked up from the television to see her smiling and waving. "Hello! How was you day?" She asked. "Fine." I replied. She sat down at the opposite end of the couch. "Do you mind flipping over to the news?" I felt around and fumbled with the remote before handing it over my mum. She changed the station just as the news anchor began announcing the day's top stories. "Slow news day." I said, as the program faded to commercial. Mum started up from the couch. "I'm going to go get changed, and then come down and make some supper." As she stood up from the couch she turned the television to a comedy program for my benefit, set down the remote on the coffee table an walked toward the stairs. I heard a creak as my mum reached the first step at the bottom of the staircase. The noise startled me and my head swivelled around. My gaze fell first upon her petite feet, trailed up her slender legs up under her flowing blouse to her taut, soft, sexy stomach. Then around to an eyeful of my mum's delicious round ass before tracing back down her legs as she climbed the stairs out of view up toward her bedroom. Damn, I thought, she's lookin' good for 50 something. At that point I retrieved from my track pants, a still semi-engorged tool. In my head I replayed the image of that swaying ass ascending the stairs. Just as I started to enjoy myself I heard footsteps headed back to the stairs. I re-tucked, sprawled out across the couch on my stomach and tuned back into the television. I could make out the light footsteps come bounding down the stairs behind me, and going down the hallway to the kitchen. I recognized the rustle of a sandwich being prepared. At that time my mum called from the kitchen, "Maybe we'll just snack a bit tonight." "Sounds good." I hollered back. She brought her sandwich and a glass of milk into the living room and set them on the coffee table. Now she had on some old sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt that used to belong to me. She sat on the end of the couch, now next to my feet. She picked up the remote flipping through the channels, with all of the shows already ten minutes in, she finally settled on an hour long drama. Before too long the sandwich was scarfed down and, deep into her show, my mum had sunk into the couch. "Would you mind scratching my legs?" Without waiting for her reply I threw my legs up onto her lap and turned my head up at her, wide eyed, batting my eyelashes with a big toothy smile. She sighed. "Okay." We had watched about another five minutes of the show as she gently scratched up and down my calves with her delicate fingers. As some action unfolded on the screen she would stop scratching and rest her little hands on me. I was getting tired and so were my eyes so I was only glancing at the show here and there. "Bang!" She weakly clutched to me, reacting to the excitement on the TV, then slowly went back to lightly scraping at my leg. I was beginning to get a chill so i threw a blanket over everything but my feet and calves. After enjoying my mother's soft touch on my skin for a few minutes I developed a sizable chubby. Reaching down under the blanket to adjust my junk I made what I felt was a bold move and pushed my cock down along my leg until it held itself against the back of my leg. "A little higher?" I asked of her. Sounding groggy. She slowly scratched her way up my calf, around the back of my knee. I was pretending to be half napping at this point. Mum's hands started on my upper leg. Thinking of her warm, petite hands clawing their way towards my manhood only helped my manhood grow toward her hot, little hands. I let out a sleepy sigh. She was finally about halfway up my upper leg. Tracing small circles around my leg, getting closer. My mother's knuckles grazed the side of my cock. She continued to scratch very close. I believe she had felt something but was unsure of what. With out stretched fingers she began to drag nails up my thigh, narrowly missing my member with both her thumb and forefinger. Drawing her hand back down, the thumb and forefinger on her hand came together, draping and sliding down over my hot swollen head. It felt amazing. A boyhood dream fulfilled having my mum touch my dick. I wished she would go into a frenzy, grab a hand full of cock and stroke it with all she's got. Alas the touch only lasted a split second. She quickly continued scratching a bit lower, obviously startled. Probably because she had touched her son's penis. Or maybe it was more shock and excitement over feeling a big hot cock head halfway down his leg. I pretended to stir from my slumber and sat up. "Can you scratch my back?" I folded my arms in front of me to support my head as I lay over my mother's lap. My left hand draped over the inside her right knee, my right hand, a lightly balled fist, rested along her inner thigh. I pulled myself cuddled tight to her and she began to massage my back. As she worked her way up to my neck I wiggled my head around to get more comfortable, and re-adjusted my arms for support. My left hand lightly clutching my mum's knee, as my other hand fell upon the couch nestled between her legs brushing the inside of either thigh. She continued to massage my neck. I moved my head to get comfy again. This cause my hand to brush back and forth against her thighs. She went to rubbing my back again, and then my shoulders. My mum began to massage my upper arm, gently pushing on it, trapping my hand against the warmth of her crotch. I could tell she enjoyed the solid muscle of my arms as she was feeling them up a while. As mum rubbed up and down my bicep, my fist would brush against her hot covered sex. I pretended to fidget a little, giving the slightest wiggle of my knuckles when she would push my arm toward her pelvis. I think she was starting to get embarrassed, about trying to get off on her son's hand, or sick of her son trying to molest her, when she said "Ooff, You're getting a little heavy," got up and went to the kitchen for a drink. She did come back into the living room after a while and sat at the far end of the couch again. "Foot rub?"I asked her. "Sure." She said. I put one foot up for her to rub and the other I rested on her lap. "Oh, for you?" She said jokingly. She settled back into the couch, picking my foot up off her lap and began to knead the bottom of it. I set my other foot down. It rested in the valley created by my mother sitting with her legs together. After a few minutes her legs relaxed and fell apart slightly, dropping my foot to the couch. I adjusted my body quite obviously, moving around a lot, finally settling in with my foot pushed against her crotch. She then let go of my one foot picked up the other and began to rub again. The free foot fell between her legs halfway up her thigh. I ever so slowly, ever so lightly, rubbed my foot back and forth along the inside of my mum's thigh. I moved my foot up her leg slightly and kept rubbing back and forth. She didn't seem bothered. She was done with the one foot, set it right next to the other, up higher between her legs and then picked up the other foot and got back to massaging. I decided to continue the slow, light rub with my foot, ever nearing her pelvis. I yawned and stretched out pushing my foot up against her crotch again. I continued the, now even more slight, rubbing back and forth with my foot. I became bolder with the occasional twitch of the toe. She was now finished with that foot. She set it back down next to the other and started to rub the other foot. This time she didn't pick up my foot. Mum merely held it in place whilst rubbing my heel. I didn't cease the movements of my foot. If anything I embellished the writhing in my foot as she massaged. As she kneaded my foot with her fingers I kneaded her pussy with my toes. When she rubbed up and down my foot, my foot ground up and down her sex. I could feel how hot and wet my mum was, nearly fucking herself with my foot. The pace of her breathing increased. I could hear her heart pounding out of her chest. Finally, excitement got the better of her. My mum had tried to stifle herself and become still. But a short loud pant escaped her lips as her whole body twitched, causing her clit to brush up along my foot. That touch seemed to send a jolt through her as she convulsed, again dragging her clit up and down the side of my foot, lightly panting. Reflexively she rolled her hips back. With her back against the couch her pelvis was pressed hard on my foot. I looked up at my mother. Her eyes were clenched tight and her lips slightly parted. A long low moan left her lips, a lot louder than I am sure she intended, as she ground her clit hard into me. She tried her best to stay still, her breathing quickly becoming rapid again, the taboo and excitement was too much. Her body betrayed her as my mum humped me quickly a couple times. I watched her stifled shuddering as she began to quiver, riding atop my foot. The look on her face was one of pure pleasure and total guilt. She could no longer quiet her panting, shaky little breaths at first and then bigger gasps for breath as my mother came down from her semi-discrete orgasm. My mum looked as beautiful and satisfied as I've ever seen her. I'm sure I'll make her feel that way again soon.