SHELLY, MY MOM, SMELLY FEET and HEELS

SHELLY,

MY MOM,

SMELLY FEET

and HEELS

(an adventure in two parts)

by Amber K

akurwitz@hotmail.com

This was originally two separate e-mails to an on-line buddy.
My mother has an old friend named Shelly who used to baby-sit me when I was a baby and little girl. It was Shelly's birthday on the 14th and my Mom threw a small party for her. It was mostly my Mom and all her close friends. There was a barbecue ... badminton ... the usual fare. We all watched Braveheart and a few other movies and everyone got pretty loaded. Then my Mom, always the dancer, got everyone to dance in the living room for a few hours.
Towards 1AM or so ... Shelly and I were out back in the rec room talking about when I was a kid. I had weaseled her into letting me give her a foot massage. There was a lull in conversation and I was enjoying the hot stink wafting from her feet as I rubbed. Then Shelly announced that I used to smell her and my Mom's feet when they would watch TV. For some reason that really embarrassed me. I don't remember doing it, but she swears it. I guess I would hide under the table and sniff away. I was blushing and couldn't really look at her. She laughed and asked me if I still liked the smell of her feet. I just giggled and kept rubbing.
She lifted the foot I wasn't massaging and wiggled the toes under my nose which released waves of smelly aroma. I leaned forward and pressed my nose to her sole and sniffed audibly. She laughed and said "Well?"
"Yes, I still like them, Shelly ..." I laughed.
We then started talking about sex and my interest in feet. She thought it was weird but interesting. After I told her about Becca, she admitted that her and my mother had fooled around in college a few times. I pretended that it grossed me out and she just laughed. I really wanted to hear details but I couldn't really think of a way to ask that wouldn't sound suspicious.
Then she started telling me how much I'd grown and how pretty I am now. Now comes the part that you probably won't believe. My boyfriend doesn't either so oh well. Anyway ... I swear ... she dropped her other foot into my lap ... worked her foot under my skirt and wiggled her big toe on my panties over my clit. Then she asked if I wanted us to help each other masturbate. She told me that if I agreed that she would let me smell her feet like when I was a kid.
She then lifted her legs and put both her reeking feet on my face. One was still nylon clad ... the other barefoot. I was so drunk already that the flood of lust almost made me swoon. Then her feet jerked away and I noticed that Mom was coming into the room.
She asked what we were doing and Shelly said we were talking old times. My mom was pretty plowed. We all went to the poker table with our drinks and talked for a while. They started going on about the 60's and college and I started to nod off.
Then Shelly woke me up and asked for another foot rub. My mom was nodding too. I wasn't going to pass up the chance of Shelly's feet so I agreed. I waited for her to bring her feet out and she just thumped them under the table and winked at me. I immediately climbed under the table more awake now. There, low and behold, were both Shelly and my Mom's glorious smelly barefoot. I didn't even bother pretending like I was rubbing I just smelled and smelled.
Then I heard them mumbling and looked up to see Shelly's hand snake down between my Moms legs and pull up her skirt. She started fingering her and I almost lost it. My mom kept drunkenly trying to push Shelly's hand away but Shelly was persistent. I got in the position where I had their toes under my nose and I could still watch. I tried touching myself but there wasn't really a comfortable position to do that. So I just hunkered there smelling and watching Shelly's drunken fumbling.
Anyway ... after a while my Mom got a little louder and said she wasn't like that anymore and that it made her uncomfortable. Shelly kept saying that she knew she liked it and finally my Mom got enough energy to get up and stumble away from the table telling Shelly she was a nut. She didn't seem too mad, but I stayed under the table ... I obviously didn't want her to know I was under there.
Once I was sure my mom had stumbled into her bedroom ... I poked my head between Shelly's legs, moved her panties aside and started licking. I was able to touch myself at that angle. I was about to cum and then I heard her snoring. I don't know how long she'd been passed out but needless to say I felt pretty silly.
I just laid back down on the floor. I lifted her feet and rested them on my face so I could smell them while I masturbated. Since I was so drunk and tired I kept falling asleep while I did it. When I finally cam it was a pretty groggy orgasm that left me kind of jittery.
Well, that was it basically. I'm deciding whether I should try to pursue Shelly. It may sound weird but I think I want to be with her kind of like a mother figure thing. I'm thinking that might really get me off ... since I can't go the way I really want to. I'm not sure if she would do it though. She was beyond drunk that night so who knows.
... a week later:
Shelly is a freak! I mean really freaky! I went to her house last night and got so drunk I missed work today. Anyway, I called her up and asked if she wanted to hit a few bars. She invited me over for drinks instead. I hadn't been there for more than 30 minutes and she started asking me about my sexual fantasies. I told her a few. I was tempted to tell her about me and my Mom but decided against it. We ordered some Chinese food and ate a little but not much. Basically we just kept drinking wine.
To describe her house ... its very 60's. She still smokes pot and seems very much a retired hippy though you wouldn't know it from looking at her. She looks like a normal, attractive business woman. There are a lot of bead curtains and lava lamps. There wasn't a lamp in the house without a scarf over it ... and lots of incense. The room we were in had two aquariums. One had a bunch of really expensive tropical fish and the other had some eels in it. The aquariums were the only light in the room other than a few candles. It was pretty atmospheric.
We started talking about massages and oils and she offered to give me a full body massage. Of course I couldn't pass that up. It was a little awkward getting completely naked in front of her but it was fairly dark. I just laid down on my stomach on the hide-a-bed. She started rubbing my back with some kind of coconut oil. Then my legs, feet and butt. It felt wonderful. Then she brought up sex again and as we talked I noticed that she spent a lot more time rubbing my butt than anything else. I was getting pretty turned on so I can't say as I minded. She would rub her hands up my legs and inner thighs and her thumbs would wind up in the cleft of my ass or just barley touch my lips. It was very teasing.
She then told me that I should be the one rubbing her since she'd been on her feet all day and then went to the gym. She said she'd jumped from her high heels to her socks and sneakers and her feet were killing her. I asked playfully ... "Oh, do they smell?"
She paused for a sec and then said that she'd make a deal with me ... one of her fantasies was to tie up a young girl or boy and force her/him to orally pleasure her. We'd discussed it earlier in the evening. Basically if I allowed her to tie me up she would let me smell her feet. I agreed without hesitation.
She tied me spread eagle to the bed. I started feeling pretty vulnerable. I actually started questioning my judgment since I had never been with Shelly this was a pretty big leap. Then she taped my mouth before I knew what she was doing and I got pretty freaked. I tried to relax. Its not the first time I'd been in that situation. The only thing was the room was really dark at that point and I couldn't see much. Then I heard Shelly say ..."Mmmm, you look pretty good." for across the room. Then some Frank Zappa CD started playing pretty loud and I felt her kneel back on the bed. She started licking my thighs and butt checks and I started relaxing and getting into the moment. She pried open my ass and lick my anus and teased my clit a little with her tongue. In order to lick at my clit she had to basically bury her nose in my asshole which felt awesome.
This went on for a bit ... she stopped and I could hear a zipper (I think her skirt) and then I heard her shoes hitting the floor. I got really, REALLY excited. I tried to turn my head to look at her feet but couldn't move more than an inch or two. She then got off the bed and moved an ottoman over in front of me. She sat down and I saw that she was completely naked. I only got a brief glimpse ... without any warning or words she slapped her feet over my face.
I took a hungry sniff and I swear I almost gagged. They were fucking foul! I mean stinkier than I can handle. I don't know how long she went without washing those things but they brought tears to my eyes. She rubbed then all over my face telling me to smell them and reminding me that I was in her control. It was a little spooky. She didn't sound like herself. Spooky or not I had no choice but to smell. She wound up spreading her toes and forcing my nose between them and I actually wound up inhaling her toes jam. A piece actually lodged in my nostril. I panicked and sniffed hard and choked it down the back of my throat. I tried to pull my face away and she pressed her feet harder.
Finally she removed her feet, though I could still smell them on my face. Without saying anything she stood up and left my line of site again. And this is when things went pretty bad. The next thing I felt was a slapped to my ass ... and she started spanking me hard ... telling me I was a bad girl. Asking if I remembered when she used to spank me. She'd stop for a second or two to pump her fingers in my ass and then started spanking again. It fucking hurt!
She then got up, came around in front of me again ... climbed on the bed and roughly scooted her pussy underneath my face. She grabbed my hair and ground my face into her clit. I wasn't having any fun. It was scary. Finally she mellowed out a bit and I figured if I could make her cum she would let me go. With that thought I committed myself to licking and sucking her clit and pussy lips. I tongue fucked her the best I know how and she held on for what seemed like hours. My neck started cramping from the weird angle ... she just wouldn't cum. Then she flipped herself back and had me tongue her asshole. I started thinking about how I used to fantasize about Shelly when I was younger and reminded myself that I was actually licking Shelly's ass! Then I started to get turned on again and wasn't so scared.
For a while it was as if it wasn't Shelly anymore ... I had been really freaked. Well, before I knew it she cam. She'd been rubbing her clit while I licked her asshole. Then once again without saying anything she got up and went back towards the stereo and couch where I couldn't see her. Then there was a brief flame of light and I could hear her smoking her bong. It then sounded like she was talking to herself, but the music was too loud to be certain. Then I know I positively heard her crying ... but she was still smoking her pot.
The music stopped for a second and I could hear the disc changer on the stereo shuffling discs and another Zappa one came on. Before I even knew she was there ... she was thrusting her gym shoe under my face. She tied the laces behind my head which left my nose trapped in its sweaty reeking confines. That actually wasn't bad at all! Her shoes smelled incredible. Really stinky! Not deadly like her feet though ... just perfect!
Then she was globbing Vaseline or something all over my anus and pussy. I got really hot! I'd told her that I used to dream of her doing just this to me and fucking my ass with her toes. I'd forgotten about telling her till that moment. Well, my juices were flowing with expectation. She climbed off the bed and I heard her rummaging around. I just kept smelling away at that stinky gym shoe and grinding my clit into the bed. Then I felt something wiggle against my butt. It was cold and felt really bizarre. Then she was sliding it up my ass and I literally screamed through the tape. It was one of her fucking eels!
Then she slid another one into my pussy and started pumping them. I could feel them wiggling around inside of me I bucked and thrashed but could barley move. She was making a really strange moaning noise and saying fuck ... fuck ... fuck every few seconds. I was grossed out beyond belief and scared shitless. Then something really fucked up happened. I started getting beyond excited. I mean these live things were at least eight inches deep in my ass and pussy and thicker than most cocks I've had ... and they were squirming around in there. Really filling me up. I had this extreme adrenaline rush from the fear ... and the wine and lust and smelly shoes just sent me flying. It was almost too mush sexual input ... I felt like I was going to black out.
Then I felt it building. Really slow like all of the big ones. My whole body tensed up and I started hyperventilating her smelly shoe aroma. Then BANG one big fucking orgasm! I mean hell ... two wiggling fucking eels, smelly shoes and one weird lady nearly blew my circuits. How fucking bizarre can you get???!!
Well, she pulled the eels out and much to my displeasure I heard air escaping from my ass and pussy (GOD I hate that noise! Its so damn embarrassing) And then I really did pass out. I woke up later wrapped in a blanket and Shelly petting my head and crying. I jumped away from her before I knew what I was doing, but we talked it out and she explained some weird head trips that she was going through that would keep me up the rest of the night if I explained them all right now. In conclusion ... that was possibly the weirdest thing that has ever happened me. I can't say I would ever want a repeat performance, but that was one of the best orgasms I've had. Pretty sick, huh?