1. My Friend's Mom's High Heels


    Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Fetish, Author: footobsession, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    put one heel to my face, burying my nose where I could see the imprint of herbig toe. I started intensely licking the indent. I could taste the sweat and suede mixed together. It was amazing! I put the other on my dick and started furiously rubbing it against the head of my dick so hard that it hurt. But the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure as I continued rubbing. I was imagining Donna was there rubbing her heel clad foot all over my hard cock. As I continued to rub I knew I was close to cumming. I did not know what to do as I had not brought tissues or anything with me. As risky as it was, I knew what I must do. I took the shoe away from my face and I held both heels right in front of me and shot a huge load of cum right into them, drenching them. I watched it seep in and fill the indents made by her perfect toes. As the euphoria began to fade I immediately started to panic. What was I going to do? What if she noticed? Would she know it was me? Of course she would. Who else could it be? Her own son? No, she would obviously know it was me. I pulled up my pants and ran out into the kitchen and grabbed a roll of paper towels. Returning to Donna’s room, I wiped up the cum as best I could. However, by this point it had for the most part soaked into the suede of ...
    the shoes. I put the shoes back where I had found them, positioning them slightly differently so they were partially hidden from view. I slipped from the room, threw out the paper towels and sat down on the couch. I was still terrified, but hopeful that once the cum dried it would be indistinguishable from the sweat already staining the shoe. Despite my fear, the fact that I had just came in Donna’s heels, my best friend’s bitchy businesswoman milf of a mother turned me on immensely. I was already getting hard again. Moments later, Donna came back through the door carrying groceries. I immediately ran to help her, carrying the bags to the kitchen. Shortly afterward, Jon got out of the shower and he and I went up to his room to smoke and game and what not. A few days later, as Jon and I ate breakfast I could not help but smile. My cock was growing rock hard as I watched Donna leave for work wearing that very pair of heels that were now soaked in my cum. In the months that followed I probably came in every heel that Donna owned. She had to have noticed at some point, but she never said a word. She did however wink at me once when she got home from a shopping trip and I saw her unload a new shoe box, filled with brand new heels. Needless to say, those were came in as well.
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