Sunday was the one-day of the week when she always wore pantyhose, although she usually blocked my peeking by wearing slippers. She even started wearing a wider selection. There was no doubt that her resting foot could feel my bulge underneath. The fascination with the female foot started when I was a teenager.
You better get down here before it gets too cold. I just finished cleaning up when there was a knock on the door. Five minutes after I lied down, my mother got up and went to her room. I then worked her foot savoring the moment. I brought her foot up to my mouth and started to gently blow on her toes. I could take an hour of that.
My interest grew severely a week later as the three of us sat down to watch a movie. I then heard footsteps walking around upstairs. She then started to flex her toes right next to my face. I moved my face inches away from her foot as I massaged it. I guess now that I'll have to take full advantage of your massage talents whenever I have the chance.
I started to roll them off when she stopped me. The movie ended and she turned on the news. She came out of the bathroom several minutes later. She knew I was up to something when I was in the basement after she turned me on with her nylon covered foot massage. He purchased a pair and to his surprise, she wanted to wear them while they sat down together for their movie night. I was lying on my back in front of the sofa with the dog in my lap.
She stopped and then she lifted a foot and offered it to the dog. I snuck to the basement and hid them underneath some clothes. She then slid her feet back and forth from my temples down to my cheeks. He went into the family room and talked to my mom so I made a pit stop into the bathroom before sending her nylons on their way. I looked over and mom had a big grin on her face.
After teasing him for some time, she came up with a plan. I made my way back home after my encounter with the neighbor. Most nights my mom would rest on the sofa and fall asleep until my dad came home. His mother gave him money to buy clothes for college but with a stipulation. My mind certainly wasn't on the game.
I pressed my thumbs into her arch and began making little circles. I just thought you were mildly curious until I found my pantyhose in your room this morning. She turned her head slightly and I could now see her tongue going up and down her foot. When she finished this, she crossed her right leg over her left, which put her right foot inches away from my face. Would my mom confront me? My dad was blocked from the view unless he looked under the kitchen table. Mom then raised her legs and scooted closer to me.
I picked the panties off the pile and observed a clear wet spot on them. My intruder was covered in nylon. I played with the dog on the floor, which gave me the best vantage points. They stopped an inch away from my happy captain. The dog was licking away at her other foot while I was hoping to do the same with mine.