Brutal MomRose was my mom she was one big beautiful woman I became obsessed with having her stand on me. She was a pretty woman, although aged between 35 - 40, with short blond-colored hair, and wore a brown business suit with brown heels to match.
She has a wonderful eye for fashion and those particular articles of clothing which make her look attractive. Her shoe collection is enormous and each pair complements her personality. Due to her height, most of her shoes are either flats or else they have low heels and High heels.
She does possess a few pair with three to four inch heels which she mainly wears when she wants to look enticing and unreachable. I don't think there is a man alive who can resist her when she wears her long black evening gown and her black satin pumps with ankle straps. I know I barely survived my first encounter with that particular outfit.
I was 16 years old, and I understand how much I would be attracted too my mom's feet as time went on. I'm somewhat of a special case, however, in that I have fetish for women's shoes.
I tried to convince a few of my school girls it could be fun to have man worshipping their shoes, but each relationship ended quickly thereafter. I finally accepted that I'd have to keep my fantasies about my mom’s shoes to myself.
My mom own over forty pairs of shoes, most of them leather. I've had the pleasure of studying each pair intimately, when she hasn't been around. My experience with other women had warned me about showing my affection for Mom's shoes while she was present. She works in the city. Therefore, I am home alone almost every day.
I began my exploration with simple visual appreciation. Slowly that extended to the other senses and I'd find myself smelling the material, rubbing the shoes on my face and even licking her shoes. I've licked her shoes all over: tasting the outer casings, the inner soles and even the bottom soles of her shoes. Finally after receiving so much sensual arousal from her shoes, I began ************ with them.
My method of shoe ************ is to ***** naked, and then slide my penis and testicles inside the shoe. This is the reason I appreciate Mom's size nine feet; they allow for sufficient room in her shoes. While sniffing or tasting one of her other shoes, I rub my penis inside the shoe until I ********* all over the inner sole.
Now, as I said, for the first year or so I was very cautious about ************ with my mom's shoes. I was quite afraid she might come home and catch me in an uncompromising position. I always hoped that she wouldn't mind if she knew, but there can be incredible fear in the unknown.
One day, while sniffing or tasting one of her other shoes, I rub my penis inside the shoe until I ********* all over the inner sole. My mom enter in the Room, she watch I was rub my **** in her shoes. I was got shy, But my Mom smile and ask me. “ Do you love my shoes?
I said. “ Yes, Mom.
Said. “OK, Move out, I want to dress.
I move out, I was very shy. I don’t know what she doing with me. My was beat so fast. When I was in the feeling, I hear the click of heels, Mom's feet had that muffled clicking sound walking on the rug.
My Mom said, “ Charlie, come with me. You said you like my shoes. This is time, you must to be under my shoe.
She said for me to lie on the floor face down in front of the sink. She had a lot to do that day and she didn't have time to fuss with me. She was about 180 lbs at the time also.
She looked down at me and said that You said yourself that you love my shoes. I think you love this. She said that I finish the dishes and given me happy at the same time.
I looked up at her while she stood next to me. She had on a tight fitting dress, stockings with the reinforced heels and 2 inch black spike heels. She then said that this was going to give happy her more than it was going to rub her shoes.
Some how I didn't think that was true! She then stepped up on my back with all of her weight coming down on those heels. I let out a cream when I felt those heels digging into my flesh. I didn't have a shirt on at the time also. She told me to shut up or she would stand on me for a very long time.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other when she would put some dishes in the dish drain. Her heels were digging in more and more as she swayed back and forth. One foot was on my upper back and other foot was on my lower back. She didn't let up at all from the pressure and her heels were digging into my body.
I felt like a throw rug under her feet as she was doing the dishes. When she finished the dishes, she turned to face my head with both feet together on my upper back. She bent over at the waist applying all of her weight on those heels. She said for me if I want to be under her shoes. Why don’t you tell her.
She then stepped off of me and went on about her day. I absolutely loved my mom's feet in heels and her walking on me from that point on.