Hello everyone, I'm back with another mom story. I hope you like it as much as you liked "Mom loves me alot".
Since I was kid, I have been hearing that I'm a mamma's boy. My real mom had died after my birth and my stepmom is the one who raised me. Everyone told that since I started walking I would keep following mom around everywhere she would go and never left her side. Other than her only I would be comfortable around my dad and that too until I would see mom again and would want her to pick me up instead. It was to the point where if she had to go and use washroom and dad wasn't around she had to take me inside with her. I would always laugh at these scenarios whenever my relatives made fun of me about it but never mind it. I never felt humiliated or anything about it but felt like it was normal for a child to do all that. This all continued till I was 4-5 and then I got older and tried behaving like normal kids but always respected mom but I think that was because mom was strict. I had to behave properly in front of her or around her so I very rarely got chances to do whatever I wanted in life but rather it was always she decided for me. She picked my clothes for the day she'd decide what I can eat. I had take her permission before eating anything everytime. I always behaved like an obedient kid around her trying to not make her angry.
However things started to change one evening when I was 8. Mom and I were sitting in the living room and were talking about how I would behave around her when I was kid. It was her favourite topic she would always tell me again and again how I behaved in front of her earlier and she loved that. Now that I have changed and don't pay much attention to her she's hurt and everything. I told her it was natural but she kept telling more and more things I did for her until she mentioned that I would spend almost my entire day at her feet and she loved that pampering from me and misses it now. I asked her what all would I do since I was kid I assumed just played with her feet and footwear. However she said that I would keep mashing my face in her feet would even kiss her feet and her toes, also ofcourse I kept nudging her feet with all my body so it felt like a massage to her and she loved having me lying and kissing her feet while she did her work or rested anywhere.
She also told me that she felt really good when oit pf no where I would put my soft baby lips on her feet while she was working and start kissing them until she moved to another place or move my face away from her feet using her sandals. I was surprised and said "Sandals? Did I kiss you feet in sandals?" She simply said "yeaah.. and my house slippers were your absolute favourite and you would always bring them to me and try to put them on my feet when I was barefeet. You looked so cute holding both my slippers close to your chest and face. On top of that you would come running and fall down at my feet to put them on. You were the best! You never let my feet get dirty." Then she kept telling about how I would treat her different shoes and asked me if I remembered any of them now. We kept chatting about other stuff for about 5 mins. Then somehow we were talking about her sandals and she mentioned why I loved her house slippers the most. According to her she thought it was because they were made of fur and since I loved being under her feet and sandals, because they were the most comfortable so I loved them. She started telling how when she was walking around me one time in her high heels and accidentally stepped almost on my face with her heel but somehow I was lucky and she ended up putting the sole of her heel on it instead. I was shocked to hear that she stepped on me in heels so I asked her. Really? Mom. You stepped on my face with your heels? To which she replied that I would always keep pulling her feet and try to put them on my face, chest and stomach and she would pull it away everytime. However one day she was cleaning the living room picking some things off the floor and I as usual was lying on the floor af her feet putting my face under her heels and feet. She told I started pulling her left foot in her heel to my face while I was laying on my back. However since she had just came back from outside her heels soles were dirty and did not want to put it on my lips so she kept nudging my face away with her heel trying to keep me from putting my lips on the sole of her shoes. However after a minutes I pulled harder which resulted in her loosing balance and she had to take support of my face using as a step to gain her composure back and prevent the fall. This resulted in she accidentally crushing my lips and nose under her dirty heel sole. She laughed while telling this and told that after that day she never wore her high heels around me so I was always safe when she stepped on me with her sandals. I again had to ask as I couldn't believe. I said "You stepped on me with your other sandals also? How many times more?" And she very casually said "Oh you wanted to get stepped on all the day. Even if I couldn't stand on you for the whole day I'd keep one pf my sandal on you to keep you calm almost for the whole day. Otherwise you'd just start crying immediately. That's the reason I had take you to washroom also with me since you'd not stay away from me and my feet for just a minute. Then she told me she would open the door and I would follow her to the toilet seat and when she sat there she'd keep her feet resting on me to keep me from going around while she peed or pooped. Then she would just step on me to wash her hands and move out with me following her on my hands and knees until I learned walking.
I could see she had a smile on her face while telling all this and she kept telling it in a manner that she missed it a lot and I knew she wanted me to offer to do it again for her however I was afraid how she'd think of me so never did. She gauged my reaction and probably understood my dilemma so continued telling me about other times she had me at her feet.
She told me when she started going for jogs on weekends. She would come back and wake me up after. She told me that the first time she came back form jog and I went for her sweaty socked feet as when I woke up like usual. She thought I would start crying and she'd have to clean her feet for me however she got amazed when I instantly pressed my nose and lips on top of her sweaty socks still in her feet and kept breathing in them without even flinching. She told me she was relaxed as this meant I was fine with the smell of her sweaty socks as well and she'd not have to clean up twice now everyday. After a few days one time she accidentally removed her sports shoes near me after she came back from jogging and she told me that I immediately put my face in the opening of both of them and kept smelling the insides of her shoes. It seemed like suddenly I didn't care about her feet but her shoes. However this meant for her she could simply leave one of her shoes near me to keep me calm and do her work easily without being bothered. And it worked like a charm. She would remove her shoes in front of the couch, put my face in them and simply tapped on my head with her feet telling me to stay there while she worked around. This meant she could finish quickly and had more time to relax so she just loved this situation. She was done with all the work by 11 am itself and was free for the day however due to working and cleaning her socks were now completely black from dirt and she could feel a lot of grime on her feet due to dried up sweat from the jogging before. When she was done she came back to rest on the couch and to check on me and sat just above me keeping her feet near me and her shoes on the floor. She told me she was tired and thought of relaxing for some time there. She also wanted to stretch her legs but since I was lying there with my face burried in the opening of her shoes so she couldn't. However the front of her left shoe was toward her and she put her right foot's heel on top of it crossing her left one over at ankle having her legs stretched now feeling relaxed more than ever. Only thing was whenever I moved a little my head or my right cheek would brush on her dirty black soled sock. She didn't knew at that point that her socks were this dirty so she just simply didn't care much about my face being so close to them and relaxed by closing her eyes. After 10 minutes she noticed that I have shifted from her shoes to her socks now and she could feel my nose and lips on her right foot sole which was in my face. She said she looked at me and just couldn't bother to move as she was too tired so she just let me smell her sweaty socks. At this point she said that she thought if I didn't mind smelling her shoes then I should be fine by having her dried up sweaty socks in my face. Moreover she said that when I breathed in her toes it felt wonderful and she wanted me to stay there forever so she made it a routine for every Saturday.
However one day when my dad was also at home he tagged my mom along with the jog and when it was time for mom to put her feet in my face he objected by saying "would he be ok under your sweaty feet?" To which she told me that she simply removed her right sole from my face and I started crying really loud and as when she dropped it back on my nose and lips I was happy again. To which my dad replied "Gotcha!" And he also was ok with me being at mom's feet all the time. Mom told that he only one time pointed out that I should atleast remove my socks and have me smell my barefeet instead of having to deal with my dirty black socks also. So after that day she would remove her socks before putting her feet in my face and told me that it was much better than before because now she could use my soft hair to remove all her toe jam on them, my lips and nose were great tools and helped a lot to scratch under her toes, my cheeks were perfect for her to rub all the grime off her feet and the best part was to have me breathing directly into her cupped toes around my nose so she could dey up all the sweat in no time. Other than all this she told me she loved playing with my face under her feet and she would make mang funny faces using her soles and laugh a lot. She also told that many times her toes would end up inside my mouth due to me moving my lips all over her feet and I would simply keep sucking on them the first time this happened was when she was making funny faces with her feet and her right toe entered my lips and touched my tongue and according to her I started sucking on it like a lollipop and did not let it go. Also when she tried to pull it back I wasn't letting go and when she pulled it out by force I cried and she had to shove it back quickly to stop me from crying so she ended my shoving her first 3 toes and then I kept sucking on her toes for about 20 minutes and since it felt so good so she put her other foot's toes into my mouth as well and as she expected I gladly started sucking on them again. She told this happened very less as she didn't want to get her feet dirty with my saliva. So one day she was sitting on the couch with dad while resting her bare sweaty feet on my face watching tv. She felt an itch under her big toe and wanted to use my lips to scratch there however I opened up my mouth so she scratched it on my teeth which according to her felt really good so she would always use my teeth to scratch under her toes and toenails to clean them using my teeth after I had been sucking her toes for her. Seeing this my dad said to me as I had started speaking now "Are you sure you don't mind you mom putting her feet on your face?" And before I could say anything mom used her foot whose toes were still in my mouth to move my head signalling a "no". I looked into her eyes she smiled at me and my dad must have thought it was me answering as he said "ok, cool then!" To which mom replied to him "I told you!". I really didn't mind but he not even letting me speak for myself felt a little odd to me but I never gave it another thought and continued to suck all the sweat out of my mom's toes while she snuggled with dad on couch above me.
After this day mom would keep putting her feet on me more than ever. She would even stand with one of her sandals on me and other on the floor. She would sit using me as her footrest where she wanted to relax. I have even layed on the tile floor of our swimming pool serving as her footrest while she sun bathed. Dad also never asked her anything after the last time so she didn't mind putting her shoes or feet on me even in front of him. She would use my face as her footrest whenever we would watch a movie in the living room while they both sat on the couch above me. She would put her feet and shoes as she pleased never caring about if I was even able to see the movie or not. This all continued till I was 5 and then like I mentioned before I started acting like other kids until I was 8.
Will tell you about that in the next part.
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