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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts that include foot fetish between a girl a woman and her mother. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Foot Fetish
By
Jan
It was a humid day and Heather had just arrived home from school when the front door chimes rang. She had changed into a light cotton summer dress, an old comfortable thing she liked. She was bare footed and she was just pouring a glass of iced tea. She carried the glass with her as she walked down the old hard wood floored hall to answer the door.
The home was an old one located on Shell Avenue east of the old part of the Spanish settlement in Savanna, Georgia founded by James Oglethorpe in the late 1600's. The original settlement was located south of the Savanna River far enough up river to be protected from storms at sea. It was laid out in the typical Spanish town square style. The streets were all diagonal to the north south line in squires with the park being the central location to everything. It looks like a chessboard from the air. The home was built after the Civil War and had been the home of a prominent family for many years. It had fallen on hard times and was divided into small apartments before being abandoned and allowed to run down. Heather's family had bought the home and restored it to the kind of home that the original family would recognize. They even would have approved of the modern kitchen with all the stainless steel appliances and garnet counter tops. When Heather opened the front door she was pleased to see who was there.
It was her mother's best friend Carrie. She gave Heather a warm smile and asked if Diane was home? As Heather opened the screen door to let her in, she told her that her mama was shopping. She could not say when she would be home. She had not been gone long and knowing her she would probably not be back for hours.
Carrie continued to smile as she said, "I would be happy to keep you company until she gets home honey!" in her honey dripping Georgian accent.
Heather was thrilled to have the company and offered to make Carrie a glass of iced tea. Carrie thanked her with, "I would be delighted to have a glass my dear!" As they walked to the kitchen Carrie placed her arm around the hips of the thirteen year old girl.
Heather did not object to the familiar way Carrie gripped her rear end. She was totally enamoured with this dominating friend of her mother. Carrie was a rather tall woman at 5-feet 9-inches. Plus she always seemed to be dressed in 3-inch heels making her 6-feet tall. She complemented her natural red hair and her green eyes with expensive designer suits with jewelry to match. She chose a color palate that included brown, oranges, greens, blues and grays. Redheads know better than to wear reds or pinks, they look like they are blushing or sickly. The woman had a few extra pounds on her body but she took good care of herself. No one would suspect that she was thirty- seven-years old. As they entered the kitchen Heather let Carrie sit at the breakfast bar while she prepared her a tall glass of iced tea. She even garnished it with a sprig of mint.
They took their glasses and returned to the front parlor. When this home was built the parlor was where proper young ladies entertained their guests. It was just off the main entrance. While it was not a large room there were plenty of built in bookcases and a stereo but no TV. This room was for quiet contemplation and conversation with close friends. From the second floor the parents could discreetly supervise the behavior of their children.
As they sat on the love seat chatting Carrie posed like a perfect lady, with knees pointed toward Heather and ankles crossed. As they chatted Carrie loosened up a bit and unbuttoned her suit coat and pulled her left leg up and folded it under herself.
Heather had always admired the fact that Carrie always seemed to wear new stylish shoes. She commented on the fact causing Carrie to blush a little, then admitting that she did have a shoe fetish. She joked that she was not quit as bad as Elena Marcos was but she could not resist shoes. She admitted she didn't know how many she had and he said that she rarely put on any shoes with less than three-inch heels. She also admitted that she loved the smell of new leather and even had some shoes and boots that she wore in private that had 5 and 6-inch heels. She said that only a select group of special women ever sees her in the extreme heals. As she talked she removed her left shoe and handed it to Heather.
Heather took it and brought it to her face. She admitted that the smell of the warm leather was lovely. Then Carrie lifted her right leg and removed that shoe and placed her foot in Heather's lap. Heather took the narrow foot in her hands and stroked its top with her fingers and massaged the ball with her thumbs.
Carrie closed her eyes and got a pleasant smile on her face. When Heather noticed her expression she asked if she liked what she was doing to her? Carrie opened her eyes and told the youngster that having her feet massaged was almost as good as having sex. That brought a little laughter from both of them.
Heather felt Carrie's heel pressing against her crotch causing a sexual tingle between her labia and she knew that she was getting wet. She was concerned that Carrie might be able to detect her odor. Her sexual feelings and the thought that Carrie might be aware of her arousal embarrassed her but she wanted the contact to continue. At that point Carrie took the opportunity to comment on the heat and ask if Heather minded if she removed her nylons? Heather assured her that it was perfectly all right to do so.
With that Carrie untangled her legs and stood up long enough to reach under her skirt and pull down the nylon hose in turn. They were sheer and were held up by spandex floral designed tops.
Heather got a tantalizing look at her long legs and admired how nice her caves looked. Carrie sat back down on the love seat with her back against the armrest and placed both of her feet in Heather's lap.
As Heather returned to massaging one of her feet she also became aware that Carrie was deliberately rubbing her crotch with her other foot. She was being stimulated by the feel of her foot rubbing her vulva and the sight of Carries legs all the way up to her panties. The silken panties floral pattern matched the tops of her nylon stockings. Heather was being stimulated so much that she could feel the increasing dampness in her own panties.
Carrie slowly lifted one foot up and placed it in front of Heather's face. The girl continued to massage it with both hands but now she could smell the leather shoe on her foot. She found it sexually exciting for some reason.
She found herself licking Carrie's toes as she looked up her skirt at the older woman's panties. As she sucked on her big toe Heather could see the tan crotch of Carrie's panties turn a darker shade and she knew that she was as sexually excited as herself.
Carrie moved her other foot between Heather's legs and sought out the girl's warm panties with her toes. She stroked the silken material with her big toe and felt the warm slipperiness as she forced the fabric of the child's panties between her vagina lips. They were both panting hard and in the thrill of their own sexual desire. The teenager had never even dared think that such things could happen to her.
Carrie asked Heather if she wanted to kiss something other than her foot. Heather looked at her through half closed eyes as she asked Carrie what it was that she wanted her to kiss. Carrie lifted her skirt with one hand and invitingly rubbed her pussy with the other hand. "Come kiss me here princess"
Heather had heard other girls talking about doing things like this but had never thought that she would ever do such a thing herself. Until then most of her sexual daydreams had been focused on boys and their erections. Surprising herself she shook her head tentatively in the affirmative as Carrie pulled her panties to one side and exposed her vagina with its pinkish red colored pubic hair.
Heather moved Carrie's leg to one side so she could get her own legs under herself in a kneeling position. She had to support herself on Carrie's thigh as she moved her face close enough to smell Carrie's cunt. There was the fragrance of her perfume but the smell was a musky odor. Carrie eagerly grabbed two hands full of the trembling youngster's hair and pulled the girl's face into her cunt and demanded that she give her head. "Eat me sweetie. Suck my cunt for me"
Suddenly Heather felt like she was living for only one thing. She could only think about satisfying this woman. Her mouth covered the woman's wet slit and her tongue danced over the hooded clit and darted in and out of the warm cavity. Carrie was still stuffing Heather's panties into her pussy with her toe until she was about to explode. When she climaxed she tossed her head back and opened her mouth wide and cried out, "Oh god oh, oh, oh I'm coming baby!"
When she recovered from her ecstasy she gathered Heather up and sat her on her lap and kissed her on the mouth. She smelled her own pussy juice on the girl's face as she forced her tongue into the mouth of the girl. She put her hand in the panties of the girl and masturbated her tight little hole until she also climaxed. Heather was as limp as a rag afterwards and cuddled up like a kitten in Carrie's lap.
They were relaxing with Heather on her lap and Carrie reach over her body to retrieve her glass of iced tea. As she leaned forward her breast pressed into the Heather's body forcing the air out of her lungs.
They both sat there drinking their tea slowly and talked about what had just happened. Carrie admitted that she was a dominant bitch with a foot fetish. She wanted to know if Heather could be her foot slave?
Heather did not know exactly what that meant but she told her that if she would instruct her in what to do she would try to please her every wish.
Carrie stroked her hair and assured her that she would teach her how to please her. It was at that point that they heard the front door opening. As Heather got off Carrie's lap Carrie retrieved her shoes and put them on. She was just stuffing her nylons in her suit coat and putting her feet on the floor as Heather's mother, Diane, walked past the parlor door and saw them.
She placed her shopping bags on the floor and entered the parlor. She said, "Hi Carrie! Have you been waiting long?"
Carrie held up her almost empty glass of tea. "We were just finishing out first glass of tea Honey!"
She stood up as Diane approached and the hugged and gave each other one of those cheek smacks were they don't actually touch each other's cheeks with their lips s that they don't smear their lip-sick on each other. There was a brief look of recognition on Diane's face as she thought she detected the faint aroma of a female's genitalia on her friend's face.
Heather could not help compare her mother with Carrie. Her mother was about 5 feet 5 inches tall. Her hair was long, it was well below her shoulder blades and she was a natural blonde. Not that she didn't highlight it to make it even lighter in streaks. She was about 115 pounds give or take a little water. Her eyes were blue-green so that it depends on the color around her face that made them look one or the other. Standing next to Carrie she looked like a girl even though they were about the same age. When Carrie was around she seemed to take charge and Heather did what ever she told her to do.
They all inspected what Diane had bought before she went to the kitchen to make dinner. When the home was being filled with the smells of cooking Carrie spent time with Heather. Diane insisted that Carrie spend the night with them. Why drive home late at night when the home had so many guestrooms? Carrie gratefully accepted the invitation and at the first opportunity whispered to Heather that after she was told to go to bed she should wait about a half hour and then sneak down to the parlor.
Heather wondered what she had in mind and asked but was told to just wait. The evening was pleasant they watched the sun set from the veranda and talked until Diane told Heather that it was about her bedtime. Normally she would have been reluctant to go to bed so early but she thought that she was going to be with Carrie shortly. She went upstairs and took a hot bath and made sure that she was very clean before she went to bed. She lay there in her bed looking at her clock and watched the hands move, ever so slowly until the time arrived for her to slip downstairs.
She eased out of her room as quietly as she could, thinking that her mother was down the hall in her own room. Before she reached the spiral staircase she could not resist looking over the railing into the parlor.
When she looked over the handrail she had to draw back because she saw her mother down there with Carrie. She was shocked by the sight that greeted her. Her mother was wearing a pair of black high-heeled pumps. She was otherwise totally naked as the day she was born. Carrie had her back to her mother and her mother was pulling on the laces to a black leather corset. She was having to place her knee in her back and was pulling hard on the laces at Carrie's instructions to "Pull harder you bitch". After Diane tied the laces Carrie turned around and Heather saw that Carries waist was cinched so tightly that it was only about twenty-inches around. Heather got a good look at her before she told Diane to put her boots on her.
Carrie was naked except for the corset. The corset had leather cups that lifted and separated her breasts. They forced them into a shape like bullets. The areolas were like pink eyes looking right at Diane. The nipples were hard and bounced when she toyed with them with her fingertip.
As Diane knelt before Carrie and presented her with one of her boots, Heather watched in fascination as her mother placed one of Carries feet in the boot. The boot had extremely high heels. They must have been at least 6-inches high. They were so high that only the toes and a portion of the balls of Carrie's foot touched the ground.
Diane pulled the boot up Carrie's leg and pulled the zipper, encasing the flesh in black leather all the way up to the thigh. As Diane was putting on the second boot Carrie was putting on long black opera gloves. They were made of thin leather that fit her hands as tightly as second layer of skin. She pulled them up past her elbows and picked up a ridding crop. As Diane pulled the zipper up on the second boot Carrie stroked her long hair with the crop.
Heather could not make out everything they were saying as she watched but she saw Carrie sit down on the red leather chair with the brass studs tacking the front of the arms. She was stroking her pinkish red pubic hair with the loop in the crop as Diane knelt in front of her.
Diane kissed the toes of the pointed toed boots. She licked them with her tongue lovingly. When directed to sit up and move closer, Heather watched as Carrie crossed her legs at the knees and placed the toe of her right boot between Diane's legs. Heather was breathless because she knew that the toe was being stuffed into her mother's cunt. Carrie rocked her leg up and down effectively fucking the woman's cunt with her shoe. Diane had a blissful look on her face as she rested one hand on Carrie's knee.
Heather pulled back and quietly slipped down the spiral staircase. She stayed close to the wall to avoid any boards that might squeak. When she entered the parlor Diane was back on her knees licking the toe of the boot that had been in her cunt.
Carrie saw her enter and motioned for her to come closer. As Heather stepped tentatively farther into the room Diane saw her daughter. She sat up and tried to cover her body with her hands. Her embarrassment at having been found out induced her to try and hide her nakedness. Her right hand managed to cover her light brown pubic hair and her left hand covered her rather small right breast. In her effort to cover her right breast her left breast was lifted in the crook of her arm. Heather could see the very nipple she must have suckled on as a baby. She had a strong desire to suckle on it again.
Carrie gave Diane a sharp whack across her ass with the instruction to lower her hands and let her daughter see her naked body. Diane obeyed and lowered her arms to her sides as tears rolled down her cheeks. Carrie used the ridding croup to point out Diane's breasts and cunt to Heather and asking her if she would like to inspect her mother's body?
Heather stood there in shock and was only able to nod her head up and down. Carrie told Heather to remove her nightgown and come sit on her lap. Heather pulled her nightgown over her head and shook her hair to settle her ponytail back in its proper place. Then she crossed the room and turned her back to Carrie as she sat on her lap.
Carrie used the crop to stroke Heather pussy with the loop at the end and invited Diane to knee in front of her daughter and bath her feet with her tongue.
Diane was reluctant to demean herself in her daughter's eyes but Carrie lashed out with the crop and stung Diane's right nipple. The woman whimpered and knelt in front of the two females in her life and lifted the nearest foot dangling between Carries legs. She lifted it with both hands and smelled her daughter's foot. It smelled of the scented soap that Heather had bathed herself with. Heather found it very stimulating that her mother was sucking on her toes and licking her feet. In her newfound sexuality she lifted her other foot and used her big toe to brush against her mother's nipples.
Diane even felt a little jealous when Heather turned her head and took one of Carries pink nipples into her mouth and sucked on it as Carrie stroked Heather's cunt even harder with the croup. When the leather was wet with Heather's pussy juice she held it under Diane's nose. "Smell that slut. It's your own daughters love fluid."
As Diane smelled the tool and as Carrie drew it back to Heather's pussy. Diane forgot the crop and shamelessly claimed her daughter's cunt with her mouth. Carrie encouraged Diane to suck harder by slapping her ass with the crop. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK "Eat her cunt, you sucking mother. Suck your daughter's twat"
By the time Heather climaxed Diane's ass was streaked with red welts and her face was wet with the sticky fluids from her child's vaginal cavity. Her mind swirled with the mixed feelings of delicious pleasure and profound guilt for what had just happened.
Carrie told Diane to go to the kitchen and bring them glasses filled with Coke and Southern Comfort whisky. Diane obeyed her mistress without question. When she returned to the parlor she was greeted to the sight of her daughter kneeling between Carrie's legs and sucking on her cunt. She found the sight very erotic, but felt that she should stop it, but knew that she would never defy Carrie. She simply kneeled behind them and watched as her daughter's head bobbed up and down between her mistresses opened thighs. Her hand extended and she softly rubbed the round cheek of the girl's buttocks as she serviced the Carrie's cunt.
When Carrie was satisfied she allowed Diane to serve them their drinks. As Heather sat on the floor sipping her sweet drink she wondered what sexual thrill was left to explore.
When they were finished drinking and rested Carrie had Heather lay on her back and told Diane to teach her daughter what a 69 was all about. Diane approached her daughter's head on her knees and mounted her face in the classic pose. When she claimed the girl's wet pussy with her mouth Heather was looking up at her mother's gaping cunt. Her mouth watered as she saw it being lowered to meet her lips. She was lapping at her mother's cunt and looking up to her rosy asshole as Carrie inserted the handle of her croup into her mother's rectum and proceeded to fuck it mercilessly as her mother moaned and thrust her willing ass back toward her tormentor. The mother and child gladly performed their appointed tasks knowing that things between them had taken a new and lasting turn.
Heather thought Carrie looked like an erotic Viking goddess in the black leather and her breasts and cunt exposed to her gaze. She dedicated herself to be Carrie's love slave from that day on. Diane understood because she could deny Carrie nothing herself and she accepted her position as her daughter's rival and companion in their quest for the attention of their common mistress.
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