Mother and child, footwork 1

My name is Bruno, I'm 25 years old, I've been a pedophile for as long as I've known people. I've always been attracted to female feet, and when I see one serving soup I don't miss the chance to be amazed. But the feet that always attract my attention are my mother's feet. When it comes to appearance, I always thought my mother was very beautiful, even as her son, I always saw her as a very sexy woman. My mother's name is Claudia, she's 44 years old, about 1.80 meters tall, white skin, long dark hair, medium breasts and buttocks, and 38 pants. Very well made body, because she always took care of herself and always attended the gym. Her feet, she has long staircase-style fingers, pink soles, with the middle finger passing a bit of the thumb. And she almost always has painted her nails in the French style, which makes her feet even more beautiful, and she loves to wear a braid, she is almost always wearing it when she is at home. Despite being a very beautiful woman, my mother is currently single. She divorced four years ago when my father exchanged her for a younger woman. It was a very big shock for us, and a very troubled situation, and even though it's been a long time, she's still a little traumatized by what happened, and that's why even with several opportunities, she prefers to be alone. Nowadays she works in an accounting office because she's trained in the area, she works from 7 in the morning to 5 in the afternoon, and earns relatively well, which gives us a comfortable life, since I'm currently only doing a part-time internship, and I get half a salary. The relationship with my mother was always very good and we always had a great friendship, this relationship intensified even more after her divorce, because when she needed I kept her company, and I was even her shoulder friend, and I also always tried to be as helpful as possible and help with the household chores. We always talk about everything to each other, thankfully my mother is open-minded, which makes it very easy to communicate with her, and although she knew about my fetish, she never bothered when I asked her to massage her feet, quite the opposite, because sometimes when she had a tiring day at work, she loved that I massaged her feet and even asked me to put cream on them to moisturize. Although she gave me this freedom with her feet, I never had the courage to ask for them or anything else, I was afraid of her denying it and I would not let myself touch them anymore, so I contained myself with a final massage, so it was just a massage. But everything changed in our relationship one day. She was lying on the couch watching a movie and at the same time doing a report on her notebook, she had just come home from work, and it was about 6:00 in the afternoon, and I was in my room upstairs playing a video game, until I heard her call me, - Bruno, come here my son. - I'll be right with you, Mom. I turn off the video game, and I go up to her, and I go down the stairs, and I come to the couch where she was lying, and she says to me, - Son, do me a favor, take my heels to my dresser and bring my slippers I'm so tired I didn't have the courage to go get them I'll get it for you. I pick up his heels that are near the sofa, and already face to face I come across his feet, and they were impeccable as always. And then I take his heels to his room and before putting them on the dresser, I smell them and feel the fragrance of his chulé, which that day was considerably strong, because it had been very hot that day, and my mother sounded very much on the feet. I stayed a few minutes smelling his heels, I did not want to take too long, I saved them and took the pair of slippers to take to her, that since she used them so much, already had his fingerprint on the floor. I descend again to the sofa where my mother was lying, and I put his slipper in front of her. You can't imagine how lazy I was having to go to the bedroom to get my little tracker. Anything you need, just ask. Any mother would want to have a son like you. And then I sit on the couch near her feet to watch a movie, which wasn't really my intention, and realizing that she was quite tired, I didn't waste any time and already asked her for a massage. Mom, I can see that you're very tired, do you want me to give you a foot massage? But I don't know if it's a good idea, today was one of those super racing days, and since it's been so hot, I must be in a horrible chulé and my feet must be dirty. - Mom, you don't have to worry, I'm not bothered one bit. - Are you sure about that? Besides, I see that you're very tired and I want to help you in any way I can. Oh, my son, that's why I love you, so that's fine, but don't say I didn't warn you. And then, before I sat down on the couch, I lifted her feet, I sat down, and I put the pillow on my lap and her feet on top, and I started massaging them, and I could see her face with pleasure, because I could see her let out a slight, low groan, and closing her eyes, and after a few minutes of massaging, she asks. - Are you sure my pimp isn't bothering you, son? You can rest easy, don't bother. - But he's so strong, he can smell it up close. And then she lifts up her right foot and puts her fingers right in front of my nose. I confess that I froze at that moment, and I was completely unresponsive, and at that moment I even got very excited, although the pillow was on my lap, otherwise she would have noticed at the time. She put her foot on my nose for about three seconds, and then she took it off, let out a little smile and said: - See, I told you I was strong. I said, still without reaction: - Like I said, Mom, I'm not bothering. She laughed and said: - Son, either your nose is in trouble or you like my feet too much not to bother with the chowder. I was still at a loss for words, so I just sat quietly massaging her feet, and I went on for another 15 minutes or so while she did her report and watched the movie, until she said, Son, the massage is great, but unfortunately, I'm gonna have to get up to make dinner, and it's almost time, and I still have to make the salad. And I, intending to help, immediately offered to help her as well. - Mother, if you let me help you, I'll do anything you ask. Then while I prepare the rice, you wash the vegetables. - That's a good mother. She took her feet off my lap, turned off her notebook, put on her little shoes and we went straight to the kitchen. When we got there, she took the vegetables out of the fridge and handed them all to me so I could wash them. And then she started to take the ingredients to make the rice. It took me two or three minutes to finish washing all the vegetables and then she said: - All right, Mom, I'm finished here. And then she came to check, and then she said, All right, you're practically a pro at washing vegetables. She laughed a little, and then she handed me some onions and asked me to cut them, and when I was done, I handed her the onions, and I said, Is there anything else I can help you with? - Son, I think you've helped me enough. You can let me do everything myself from here. Go to your room, that when I finish making dinner, I'll call you. I know you've had a tiring day, and I want to help you in any way I can. You're a wonderful son, but son, I really don't know what else you can do for me. - I'll do anything you want, mother. She then thought for a while and said, - Well, since you want to help me so much, why don't you continue that foot massage? - That's right, Mom, but how? - Lie here in front of me, that I put my foot on you for you to massage. And so I lay down in front of her, horizontally, and soon after that she put her foot still with the tread on my chest. And then she lifted her heel and asked me to continue the massage. And then I was massaging her heel and her sole putting my fingers between her sole and the tread of the tread. I didn't understand why she hadn't taken the tread off, but I preferred not to ask. I stayed a few minutes massaging her right foot, and I hear her say: - Son I'm gonna need to get the salt, hold on there. And to my surprise, she climbs on top of me, putting her left foot on my stomach, and crushing my fingers under the sole of her right foot. Luckily for me, my mother was light, she must have weighed around 68 kilograms, but that attitude of hers, I was completely surprised, I didn't expect her to do that. She stood on top of me for about three seconds, and then she came down and said, I didn't hurt you, did I? - No, Mom, you can rest easy. Since you said you could help me with anything, I took advantage of you lying there to use you as a prop to reach for the salt. She laughed, and then she put her left foot on my chest, still with the claw, and she said, - Now I want you to continue the massage on this foot here. I noticed that she even spoke in a somewhat authoritarian tone. And at that moment I was afraid that she would see the erection in my shorts. And the whole situation was making me more and more excited. My mother, a woman that I always thought was beautiful and lovely, with a wonderful pair of feet, using me as a support, her own son. And seeing her from that angle, I felt completely submissive to her. As soon as I went back inside myself, I resumed the massage this time on her left foot. The same way I was doing on the other one. I spent a few minutes massaging her left foot until she said, - Son I'm gonna need to climb back on you to store the salt. And again, she puts her left foot on my stomach and her right foot on my chest, and she's still there for about 10 seconds, because she's clearing the shelf, until she looks at me and she says, - I'm not heavy, am I? - No, Mom, you can rest easy. - Great, because since it's quiet for you, you don't mind if I hang around right here, do you? I'm here to help you. - You're a wonderful son. She then, with her foot still in the crease, gives a gentle tap on my cheek and releases a kiss, as if she were kissing me with her foot, and then resumes cooking the rice, this time standing on top of me. Son, this time I'm going to have to pick up the vegetables you washed to make the salad, but since it's a little far away, I'm going to have to step on your face to reach it. I said you can relax, I'm here to help you. Then hold it there. And she takes her right foot off my chest, and she puts her foot with her little toe on my face, and I feel the pressure of her entire body weight on my face, and then she puts her left foot on my chest, and I feel the sole of the little toe slightly bruising my nose and my mouth, and she stayed like that for about 10 seconds, until she takes her right foot off my face and puts it back on my chest, and she looks at me and she says, - Son, I think with the dirt on the sole of my little treadmill, I ended up dirtying your face a little bit. And then she takes the sock off her foot, and with the sole of her foot she passes over my face to remove the dirt that had remained on the sock. - It is now. And she puts her foot back on the railing, and she's still on top of me for about five minutes, and she says, I've finished preparing dinner and now I want you to get up from there and go put your dinner away. And then she got off me, and I got up to put my dinner away, and then I realized that she was going to put her dinner away, too, and I said, - Mom, can you let me put your dinner, go sit at your table I will do everything for the lady, I know the lady must be tired. Besides massaging my feet, supporting them, and now even serving me, I couldn't have wished for a better son! So she went and sat down at the table, and told me to wash my hands and my face before she put the dinner on, and I put her dinner on, and I put my dinner on, and I noticed that she had gone back to the couch in the same position she was in, and then I brought the plate to her, and then I sat on the floor again near her feet, and she turned on the TV again, and we sat down to dinner, and after a few minutes I felt her put her feet on top of my head, and then I said, - I hope you don't mind son, I wanted to put my feet on a higher place, and since your head is so close, I'm gonna enjoy it myself. She laughed a little, and I said, - No problem, mother. Anything to help the lady. - Well, don't move too much. In fact, it was good at that moment, and feeling that my mother was enjoying using me as a footrest. It was just a little difficult to eat, since I couldn't move my head much so as not to disturb her. After a few minutes of eating, I realized that she had already finished eating, while I was still in the middle of the meal. And then I hear her say: Son, I know you're still eating, but leave my plate in the sink. And then I put my plate on the floor, and I'm going to put her plate in the sink, and I'm going to put the wine in, and I'm going to take her cell phone to her, and after I deliver it, I'm going to sit down again at her feet, and I'm going to go back to dinner, and I feel her putting her feet back on top of my head with her legs crossed, as she sips her wine and moves her cell phone, and it took me a few minutes to finish dinner, and as soon as I finished, she took her feet off my head and asked me to take her glass of wine down to the sink, and that's when I seized the opportunity and said, Is there anything else you'd like? - No son, only if you take my cup and come back to serve as a footstool for my feet. She laughed a little, and then I said, - Anything for the lady. And I kissed his left foot, and I couldn't believe I kissed that foot. - Look, I love it, what a cute thing to do. So I went and left her cup and my plate in the sink, and then I came back and sat down at her feet, and she was on her cell phone, and to my surprise, she said, - Son do that thing you did kissing my feet again. I then grab his left foot and kiss him again. You keep kissing my feet while I'm here talking to a co-worker, but this time I want you to kiss the right one too so he doesn't get jealous. And she laughed a little bit, and she started moving her phone, and I was kissing her feet, alternating left and right, and I still couldn't believe that this was really happening, and I was standing under my mother's feet, and I was feeling submissive to her, her servant, her hood, and I was loving every second of it, and I was so excited about everything that was happening, and after a few minutes of kissing her feet, she said, - Son, I'm just settling a few things here and I'm gonna get ready for bed, now while I'm settling this here, I want you to kiss the soles of my feet too. I was completely unresponsive to that request that she made, did I really hear her asking that? I was really very surprised. She then lifts her feet, leaves her soles in front of my face and says: - I know they must be a little dirty and smudged, but since you love my feet so much, I'm sure you won't mind? Like I said, I'll do anything you want. - You're the best son in the world. And then while she was moving her phone, I was kissing the soles of her feet, and I couldn't believe my luck that I was finally kissing those beautiful feet, and I even felt a little bit of dirt, and the smell of the chowder was still strong, but all of that was great, and I was enjoying every kiss on that soft soles, and all I wanted more than anything was for that moment never to pass. And then after a few minutes of kissing her feet, so she takes her feet off my face, puts them on the ground stepping on the treadmill again, stands up, but still moving her phone, and then I get down on my knees, and I keep kissing her feet on the same floor, and she sees me doing that, and I say, - Son, you must really love my feet, and you're so cute in that position, it's like you were born for it. She then gives a laugh, and says: Okay, son, that's enough for today, I'm going to get ready for bed, but first I want you to kiss each foot good night, and say good night to them. She laughed a little, and then I kissed her every foot and said, - Good night, lovely feet, and sleep well. I then kissed each one again. She then put her hands on my head and kissed my forehead. And she said: - Now go to sleep my servant who today you have already done too much for me. I couldn't believe what I had just heard, my mother calling me a servant, it was a dream come true. - Yes, my queen. And she had this startled reaction and she said, - I like to hear you call me that. She laughed a little, told me to wash the dishes and turn off the lights before going to sleep, and went upstairs to her room. I did what she said and went to my room, lay in bed, and without believing everything that had happened, I stayed for a few more minutes thinking about everything that had happened, masturbated a little and ended up falling asleep. For the purposes of this Annex, the following definitions apply: We are going to leave our Skype to just call people who practice incest !!! Call me when you're done.