Bonnie
Submitted on 03/12/06
I was comfortable when the doorbell rang.
I was sitting in my usual chair that night, my favorite chair and watching
television. I don't remember what was on; some trivial sitcom like Friends
or Frasier maybe, but I was watching none the less and enjoying myself. I
had a soda at my side, and a bag of chips, and I was dressed in shorts and a
tank top, as it was a fairly warm and humid night in June. I was just two
weeks out of school, graduated from primary school. I was technically a
teenager and practically a man; at least I thought so at that age. And like
any kid I was looking forward to a fun summer break, relaxing, hanging with
my friends and things like that. Little did I know.
Mom was there too, half watching the TV, half-drowsing. She was on her third
beer that night; not really drunk yet, but loose and heading towards buzzed.
She was laughing way too loudly at stupid jokes on the Sitcom and smoking
cigarettes as though she was trying to break some record. She was dressed
for bed already even though it was barely nine at night, wearing a silky
nightgown beneath a terry cloth robe that showed a bit too much skin. She
had her legs crossed and dangled a fluffy slipper from one foot, kicking it
as she puffed on another cigarette. We both looked up and at the locked door
when the bell rang again.
"Get that, Billy," she said with a smile, more of a demand than asking.
I sighed, annoyed. She was closer to the door, and I was as comfortable as
she was and did not want to get up either. Besides, we both knew who it
probably was. Still, she was my mother and I had to do as she asked, right?
I got up with another sigh and went to the door as the bell rang once more.
I opened the door, and of course it was Bonnie.
Bonnie was our next-door neighbor, a woman about my mother's age and a good
friend as neighbors go. She usually came around at least once a day just to
hang out and chat, gossip with my mother about work and the neighborhood
folk and other trivial things that no one really cared about and bored me to
tears. Like my mother, Bonnie was in her early forties, but where my mom was
slender and still in relatively good shape, Bonnie was on the plump side.
Not fat mind you, but she had a few bulges, especially in her butt and
breasts, and for some reason she seemed to wear clothes to accentuate that.
That night, despite the heat she was wearing a tight brown sweater with
short sleeves and a low-cut V neck, a pair of black and white checkered
pants that hugged her hips and a pair of low-heeled leather black pumps.
Too, she was wearing her wig; a speckled gray piece that sat atop her
short-cropped hair and bubbled up in a bee-hive sort of structure on the
back of her head. It added about six inches to her five-something feet,
though she still seemed short to me as I stood at six feet even then. Still,
despite her roundness, there had always been something attractive about
Bonnie that aroused me even as a little kid. She had a definite dominating
and demanding attitude, and a wide, knowing smile that seemed just a little
wicked to me.
She put on that smile as I opened the screen door and looked at her on the
outer steps. She had her glasses on, and I could see her dark eyes sparkling
with mischief as they reflected the harsh yellow glow of the porch light.
She grinned and stepped up onto the threshold, her soft, well-manicured hand
pushing on my chest. Her bracelets jangled as she shouldered past me.
"Move, Billy," she said as she stepped inside and over to my mother. They
said hello and exchanged air kisses as I shut and locked the door again. I
shook my head and returned to my chair as Bonnie took a cigarette from my
mother's pack and headed my way. I sat again, even as our neighbor stood
over me, posed almost with a leg cocked and a hand on her hip as though
waiting for me to move.
"Why don't you go to your room, Billy?" my mother suggested and I looked at
her. She was half-frowning now, but for some reason I was too stupid to take
the hint. I resented being told to go to my room for no reason other than
that Bonnie was there. I was comfortable, and mindless as it was, I wanted
to see the end of the show on television. I had a TV in my room, but it was
tiny, black and white and the reception was bad as I did not have cable. I
frowned back and shook my head.
"I want to watch this. I can't get it in there."
"Now, Billy."
I heard my mother's voice deepen a bit as her tone got full of authority.
She was still puffing on a cigarette, but giving me the evil eye as she
leaned forward a bit and recrossed her legs. Bonnie simply grinned, taking a
drag off her own butt and blowing smoke on me, and into my face. I waved my
hand to disperse the wispy blue cloud and shot her a glare.
"Stop it!" I snapped, then turned my glare on my mother. "I'll go when this
is over," I said. It was only fifteen minutes, but apparently that was not
good enough for them. I heard my mother's curse even as Bonnie laughed and
stepped forward.
And flopped right down on to my lap.
As I said, Bonnie was plump and she had always excited me somehow, for some
reason and that night was no different. I was already stiff when she planted
herself in my lap, and as she squirmed to get comfortable I could feel
myself getting even harder beneath her. Obviously she felt it too and
laughed as she turned and looked directly into my face. She draped her arm
around my neck and leaned in close.
"You like that, hunh?" she laughed, and I could hear my mother joining in. I
squirmed underneath her weight and felt my skin flushing with embarrassment,
but Bonnie simply held me down and locked as she tightened her grip about my
neck. She chuckled and I felt her cool hand slip down the front of my tank
top, her sharp fingernails scratching at my nipple. It was hard too, and all
the more so as she squeezed it sharply between her thumb and forefinger.
"Yeah, you like it."
"Get off me!" I shouted, but they just laughed as my voice cracked high and
lacked any conviction. Bonnie was giggling as she twisted my nipple
painfully, dragging on her cigarette and then blowing smoke in my face. My
mother made no move at all to stop her either and she was almost rolling
with amusement, rocking back and laughing so hard that she was almost out of
breath.
"I don't think he's into that yet," she chuckled, causing Bonnie to laugh
harder as I squirmed and blushed. Bonnie leaned her weight in as she crossed
her legs, bringing her face even closer.
"Oh, he is," she smirked as she pressed her mouth to mine. She mock-kissed
me and her tongue flew into her mouth as she exhaled, blowing smoke into my
mouth as well. I gagged, starting to cough but she held me tight until I
swallowed it all in, only then leaning back. My eyes were watering from the
smoke as I coughed, but she did not give me a chance to recover as she
tightened her grip on my neck and gave my nipple a hard squeeze.
I yelped with pain and finally shoved at her, but I was still choking and
had no strength in my effort. "Off me. cow." I choked, and I heard my mother
snap my name.
"Billy!"
"Fine," Bonnie said and I felt her weight finally shift as she uncrossed her
legs and moved to rise. She did not however let go of my neck and as she
stood, easily dragged me up and out of the chair. As I said, I was taller
than our neighbor by almost a foot, but she weighed more, and right then she
had the advantage as I was still hacking on smoke. My head was spinning as
she pulled me up and just as quickly shoved me down. I sprawled on the
floor, coughing and almost crying as Bonnie towered over me, laughing.
"Cow, was it?" she said, and I felt her heel as it was planted in my butt
cheek. Bonnie pressed down just a bit, not enough to hurt, but enough so
that I could feel it. My coughing jag was all but over and I tried to push
up off of the floor, but Bonnie had the leverage then and added enough
pressure to keep me down. Both women laughed as I slumped back to the carpet
with a moan of annoyance and embarrassment.
"Serves you right, Billy," I heard my mother say as I looked up at her for
help. I wanted her to end this, to tell Bonnie to stop and I could not
fathom why she was letting it go on. When I looked up though I could see the
redness in her eyes as she grinned down at me. She was well on the way to
drunk, and just a bit free from her inhibitions. Too, at least at that
point, it was just a bit of friendly play despite my humiliation. I was
apparently being a brat in her eyes and deserved what I was getting. Mom
laughed as I struggled to get up, and simply recrossed her legs again so
that the sole of her slipper was dangling almost in front of my face.
I felt the weight ease up on my backside and quickly tried to rise again.
Too late I felt the toe of Bonnie's shoe as she rammed it into my side. I
rolled onto my back with the pain and she immediately planted her foot on my
chest. I stared up at her, towering above me and over me. She was smiling
widely as she stared down, her hands on her hips and her breasts thrusting
out in triumph. She took another long drag on her cigarette as she ground
her heel and slid her foot forward until her toe tapped at my chin.
"You owe your mom an apology, boy," she said as she eased her foot forward a
bit more. I could smell the leather of her shoe now as her toe pressed on my
chin. There was a slight odor of her feet almost masked by something sweet
smelling, like baby powder. "And me too, for calling me a cow."
"Go to." I started to say, but Bonnie simply moved her foot up and pressed
the sole of her pump against my lips. I gasped, gagging as she pressed down
and involuntarily tried to lick my lips against the odd intrusion. I could
taste the dirt and feel the grit on the sole of her shoe.
"Apologize, Billy," I heard my mother say with a bit of a breathy whisper. I
glanced up and could see her foot swinging, her slipper dangling and
slapping her sole. Her face went in and out of sight behind her kicking leg,
but I saw her eyes wide with excitement and her lips curled into a grin as
well. Bonnie brought my attention back to her with a little pressure and I
saw her chaining another cigarette. I just stared in amazement as she held
up the first butt and crushed it out between her fingers before flipping it
to the floor at my head. She then looked down at me again, pressing with her
weight on my mouth.
"Apologize," she said. I flushed red again, or deeper and closed my eyes
tightly.
"I'm sor."
Bonnie tapped her foot on my face. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling,
shaking her head.
"We're a bit past that, Billy. Show me you're sorry." I looked up in
confusion and Bonnie just slid her foot across my lips. "C'mon. You know
what to do." She smiled triumphantly as I stared up at her and kissed the
bottom of her shoe.
They both laughed as I kissed the sole of Bonnie's shoe again and again. Mom
was near hysterics to hear the kissing noises, and Bonnie just kept pressing
down, wanting more. It really wasn't so bad, at least at first. Her pumps
were dirty and gritty as the sole had picked up some tiny bits of gravel,
but my kisses were short and swift and more for show than anything. I wanted
the scene to end, just to get their little game over and get up and out of
there then. Bonnie of course had other ideas.
"Lick," she said, pressing down again to stop me. I heard my mother gasp and
looked to her for salvation but she was watching intently. I could see that
the scene was exciting her as much as me, apparently, as I could feel my
erection, though I could not see it.
"My shoes are dirty," Bonnie continued, "If you're really sorry, you'll show
me by licking them clean for me." She eased up on the pressure, letting me
work my jaw and lick my lips. I looked up at her and slowly, tentatively
extended my tongue, dragging it over the sole of her shoe. They laughed
again.
"Oh god," my mother roared, barely able to hold her amusement. "He's
actually doing it. God!"
"He's a wimp," Bonnie said with a chuckle as she enjoyed the attention that
I was giving her. "I've noticed him staring at my feet before. I knew he'd
do it. He's pathetic, Jan, barely worthy to worship the ground we walk on."
Bonnie pressed down and then took her foot away, stepping so that she
straddled my head. I stared up at her, breathing hard and licking my lips.
"Isn't that right, Billy?"
It was true. I had always been excited by Bonnie, but never so much as right
then, and I realized that it was her feet- along with her nature, yes- but
her feet that had always caught my attention. She seemed evil to me now, and
dominating. I wanted to get up and run, I was so humiliated, but more, I
wanted to lick her shoes and kiss her feet. She knew it too. I could see it
in her evil, leering face. I closed my eyes and agreed, nodding.
"Apologize to your mother," I heard her say- command- and felt her foot as
she toed me in the ribs. I opened my eyes and looked up and saw that nothing
had changed. Bonnie still towered over me, and my mother's dirty slipper
still hovered almost over my head. They were both waiting.
"C'mon," Bonnie said with impatience, and I wormed my way up a bit, rocking
until my mother's foot was within reach. I strained, reaching up off the
floor with my head until I could run my tongue over the bottom of my mother's
slipper. I heard her gasp as I licked and she eased her foot to accommodate.
The bottom was dirty and worn, a rubbery texture that was filthy with dirt
and months of use. She simply held her foot steady as I complied.
"God." I heard my mother's gasp as she stared down at me, humbling myself at
her feet. Her eyes were wide and I could see that she was flushed, though
whether from excitement or embarrassment I didn't know. I kept licking until
she finally pulled her foot up and out of reach.
I looked up into Bonnie's grinning face as she finally stepped away. She
went to my chair and flopped down in it as I rolled over onto my hands and
knees, starting to get up. I felt her foot as it propped on my ass.
"You happy with that, Jan? Good enough?"
"Yes." I heard my mother's reply, but it was weak and almost breathless.
"Wish I was," Bonnie said and I felt the weight of her legs fully as she
raised her other foot and crossed her legs across my back at the ankles.
"Stay!" she commanded, and I knelt there on my hands and knees and acted as
her footstool as she lit another cigarette. They started talking then,
gossiping and ignoring my presence as I stayed on all fours and supported
Bonnie's feet and legs on my back.
I don't know how long she kept me there, but after some time she finally
removed her feet and planted them on the floor in front of my face. I was
tired and aching by then, and ready for their fun to end.
"You can go," I heard Bonnie say and I started to rise, "after you kiss my
toecaps."
I bent low and did as she said, kissing the toe of each of her black,
leather pumps. I looked up at her grinning visage and finally got a nod of
approval. I hurriedly got to my feet and ran from the room as both she and
my mother laughed at my antics.
I ran into my room and shut the door behind me. I leaned back against the
door, out of breath and sweating, flushed with excitement and humiliation. I
had just kissed and licked both my mother's slippers and our neighbor's
shoes and I was hard as a rock. I was excited beyond belief and trembling
over what had occurred.
I quickly stripped and got into bed and masturbated furiously, exploding
almost instantly with the images still fresh and in my mind's eye. I could
still smell Bonnie's shoes, and my mother's, and still taste them on my
tongue. I could still hear their voices, cruel and demanding, laughing at
me. I was so excited. But I figured too that I was blessed and that it would
never happen again.
Little did I know.
Story © Carnaj 2006