Mrs. C.
      Submitted on 03/19/06


When I was fifteen, still in high school, I had a very close friend, Darren 
who lived two houses up the street from mine and who's family was religious 
and went to church every week.  I had a vicious thing for his mother's feet. 
Her feet were quite large with long chunky toes, mostly painted in subdued, 
conservative colors.  She kept her feet in closed shoes most of the time, so 
it was a treat when I got the opportunity to see them.  She worked in a bake 
shop on her feet all day.  Invariably, when she got home, she would go to 
the living room, kick off her shoes, put her feet up on an ottoman and doze 
off for a few minutes to unwind.


One day, when we were playing catch with a baseball in their backyard, I saw 
her car pull up in the driveway.  She got out of the car, dressed in her 
white uniform from the bake shop, quickly greeted us and disappeared into 
the house.  I gave her ten minutes to get her jacket off, get herself 
comfortable in her chair, and just enough time to fall asleep.  Then I asked 
Darren if I could use their bathroom.  Of course, he said, "sure."  He and 
his brother continued to throw the ball back and forth as I entered their 
house.  They had two bathrooms, one downstairs where I was entering and one 
upstairs beyond where their mother was dozing with her bare feet up on the 
ottoman.  I locked the bathroom door and shut it so I had an excuse for 
using the upstairs bathroom.  Then I very quietly climbed the stairs and saw 
her heavily breathing in her slumber with her bare feet exposed just as I 
knew they would be.  I stole across the floor and knelt in front of her 
feet.  There they were, the objects of my desire for so long.  They were 
bigger than I had remembered, visually perfect in their form, and so 
incredibly scented with the labor of an eight hour shift on her feet.  My 
heart pounded and I got a little dizzy.  I was so excited.  She stirred and 
scissored her toes.  My heart and breathing stopped as I worried that her 
eyes would open but they did not.  Seeing her toes flexing excited me more. 
Her head was now turned sideways over the other shoulder.  Her toes quickly 
flexed and curled into a ball before relaxing again.  She wasn't breathing 
heavy anymore but she still appeared to be sleeping sound enough.  I was so 
captured by those exquisite toes that I became careless.  I gently sniffed 
her feet, pushing my nose under her toes and gently breathing filling my 
lungs with the scent of those moist morsels.  I opened my mouth to gently 
lick a swipe under her big toe.  When I was within reach with her toes in my 
mouth but not yet having made contact, her foot jerked downward landing 
three toes of her right foot down firmly on my tongue.  I was stunned.  Not 
moving a muscle or breathing, I stared up at her face.  Her face was still 
unconscious.  I stayed frozen, breathing through my nose and my tongue a 
pillow for her toes.  Her large plump toes tasted wonderful after a full 
shift at the bakery.  Her breathing became noisy and I began exploring the 
underside of her toes.  My mouth began to water and I knew that I was 
drooling down her sole.  She began to stir so I pulled away, stood up and 
backed up two steps.  Then as she opened her eyes, I started to step forward 
like I was walking by her.  I paused and greeted her, asking if it was 
alright that I used the bathroom.  She said, "Sure, anytime".  Then she 
looked down at her right foot with a puzzled look, flexed her toes and 
scissored them, feeling that they were slick, then rubbed it against the top 
of her other foot.  It was obvious to her what I had just done and she 
smiled up at me.  I confirmed her suspicions by sheepishly looking down and 
trying to retreat.  With a great big smile on her face, she asked me why I 
didn't use the bathroom downstairs.  I told her that the door appeared to be 
locked to me and that I needed to go badly and didn't take the time to 
fiddle with it.  She didn't challenge or pry at me any further, she just 
thanked me for letting her know and then let it go.


They owned a place upstate on a lake and occasionally, my brother and I were 
invited to their mountain place.  It was a rustic and modest place with a 
large room upstairs that everyone slept in together.  Us kids all had our 
own sleeping bags and slept on the floor while their parents slept on the 
bed.  It was about three weeks later when we were invited up again.  We had 
been sledding in the snow all day, and were dog-tired.  We all stayed up 
long enough to see Johnny Carson and then all went off to bed.  I had 
brushed my teeth early because I knew that the others still needed to brush 
theirs and this would give me an opportunity to pick my sleeping place on 
the floor.  I picked my place such that my head was near where their mother's 
feet would be when she entered and exited her bed.  I was so keyed up that I 
really had no trouble at staying awake until their parents came up the 
stairs.  It was about twenty minutes after we had all come up and all of the 
other kids had fallen asleep.  It was dark as all of the lights were out but 
there was still plenty of light because of a full moon shining into the room 
through a skylight.  As Mrs. C. came toward her bed, I could see her three 
longest toes poking out of the front of each of her open-toed suede 
slippers.  I discreetly turned and faced her.  As she prepared to get into 
her bed, she walked right up beside my pillow, shed her slippers and stepped 
her left foot directly onto my pillow.  Her weight compressed the pillow 
under her foot, causing my head to gently roll on top of her foot.  My nose 
and lips were in direct contact with the top of her toes.  I gently opened 
my mouth and lay my tongue, flaccidly upon the top of her toes as she stood 
in place for about twenty seconds, fidgeting with the blankets and sheets on 
the bed.  I breathed heavily, taking in as much of her foot smell as 
possible.  Due to not having washed for about a day and a half, her feet 
smelled strong but the smell was extraordinary.  I maintained the prolonged 
contact with her hot, dry toes, requiring her to take the next step.  I was 
excited and rigid.  I felt her weight shift and then she gently lifted her 
foot upward as she got into bed.



I laid face up with my eyes open, contemplating my contact with her, knowing 
that she had orchestrated it and thinking that she had assumed that I was 
sleeping.  I'm sure she knew that the top of her foot was wet though.  Then, 
in the dim light of the room, I saw the silhouette of her lower leg as she 
dropped it over the edge of the bed, bending at the knee so that her foot 
would contact the floor.  It came to rest upon my pillow again.  In my 
sleeping bag, I grabbed myself with one hand and squeezed for some measure 
of relief.  I watched and saw her toes lift as she blindly brought her 
large, mature foot to my teenage face.  She gently stepped onto my left 
cheek with her left foot.  Her damp sole shuddered across my cheek as she 
brought her toes over my nose and lips.  Maintaining light pressure, she 
just held her toes pressed in place, feeling my breath between her toes. 
The smell of her foot freshly out of her well worn slipper was consuming and 
it was enough for about five minutes before I got so worked up that I needed 
to taste her toes again.  I thought about the last time I tasted her toes, 
that they were lifeless.  This time, she would feed them to me.  I opened my 
mouth ajar and as if reading my mind, she shifted her big toe over my lips 
and let it dip through my lips, between my teeth and dropping onto my 
tongue.  It was ecstasy.  With the rest of her toes holding my chin steady, 
she continued to rock her large toe up and down in my mouth, caressing my 
tongue.  In return, I gently showed my appreciation by gently rubbing small 
circles against the underside of her big toe, and then gently forcing my 
tongue between her toes.  I could tell that she enjoyed this as she began to 
align the clefts between her various toes, over my tongue until I licked all 
of her toes clean.  I gently turned my head toward her foot and sucked her 
big toe as deeply into my mouth as I could.  I continued to gently suck and 
scrub at her big toe until I fell asleep.



I dreamt about her all night long.  The next morning as I got to the 
breakfast table, I noticed that she was wearing the open-toed slippers 
again.  I studied her large feet and stared at the dark red polish on her 
toenails.  Her feet were so damn sexy.



The plan that day was to go back out sledding on the hill and skating on the 
ice.  I finished my breakfast first and went into the living room to watch 
an old Don Knotts spoof that was already in progress.  When the other kids 
were finished with breakfast, they all suited up to go outside sledding. 
They tried to get me to go out with them.  I said, "I want to finish this 
movie, I'll catch up when you come back to go skating."  They all left with 
Mr. C.  With my feet crossed at the ankle and aimed at the TV, I laid face 
up and propped up on my elbows about two feet in front of the couch.  I saw 
Mrs. C. come from the kitchen, cupping her hot mug of tea with both hands, 
trying to warm them.  She was exuberant, looking forward to watching the end 
of the movie with me.  I stared down at those perfectly formed, long plump 
toes poking out of her suede slippers, thinking about the exquisite taste 
from last night.  I heard her sit down on the couch directly behind me and 
place her mug on the end table.  Then I felt weight bear down on each of my 
shoulders.  I strained my eyes as I glanced down and saw her beautiful large 
toes on either side of my chin.  She whispered, "Did you enjoy your late 
night snack?"  I was embarrassed and couldn't say anything.  I forced myself 
to nod so as to reply to her question.  I did want her to know.  She 
scissored her toes and as I heard the sound that it made, my pants tented up 
very noticeably.  "Wow!" she said and began to rub my cheeks with her toes. 
The smell wafted into my nose and I got hungry again.  She saw me tilt my 
head back slightly as I got lost in her toes.  She brought her feet together 
under my chin and lifted her toes, bringing my face up so that I was looking 
at the ceiling.  Then she placed them both on top of my face and gently 
pushed my head toward the floor.  I moved my elbows and gently dropped to 
the floor.  Pivoting from her heals, planted on my forehead, she used her 
toes and played with my chin and my lips.  She brought her feet together and 
curled her toes down over my chin, cradling my face as a footstool beneath 
her feet.  I was excited by my vulnerability if someone came in and 
discovered us.  She was in control and held me like that for several 
minutes.  As my face heated up beneath her feet, she said, "ooh, that feels 
nice."  She released her grip on my chin and curled her big toes to my lips 
to force me to open my mouth.  She was very forceful and her toenails were 
hurting my lower lip.  I quickly complied as she plunged both of them deeply 
into my mouth.  I madly licked between them and she giggled with delight. 
Then she took out her right big toe and use her right foot to hold the right 
side of my face as she worked all of the toes of her left foot into my 
mouth.  I worked my tongue wildly over her toes, concentrating underneath 
her toes.  I glanced up at her face and saw a huge grin on her face but it 
was obvious that she was completely consumed and amazed- -this was new to 
her and she liked it.  As she continued to feed her plump and pungent toes 
to me for the next twenty minutes, I heard her whisper from time to time, 
"incredible", or "amazing".  She liked when I forced my tongue between her 
toes and had this incredible habit of scissoring her big toes which felt 
really great with my tongue jammed in between.  She bent my tongue back and 
forth as she continued to scissor her toes for minutes on end.  I was lost 
in her playful manner.  Just before she removed her feet from my face, she 
put her feet on each of my shoulders and I saw ten glistening toes from my 
saliva in front of my face, wiggling and scissoring as she said, "That was 
wonderful, thank you."  I just replied, "no trouble, anytime, that was fun." 
She said, "yes it was fun."



As time went on, there would be a few more times that I got to see her feet. 
During those times, she would gently, nonchalantly, wiggle and flex her 
toes.  I used to love to listen to the subtle noise like rubbing two pieces 
of paper together when she scissored her toes.



From your fellow foot fetisher, Toesuckr