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It was a warm summer evening and David, a 15-year-old boy with budding sexuality, lay bored on his bed. His mind drifted to his attractive young mother, Erica, who was busy cooking dinner in the kitchen. David's thoughts often turned to taboo fantasies involving his mom.

Earlier that day, while Erica was out, David had snuck into her closet and taken out her pair of red, strappy, clog sandals. He brought them to his room and, with his heart racing, inhaled the heady aroma of his mother's sweaty feet that lingered inside the shoes. The smell was intoxicating to David.

Unable to resist, he pressed his bare feet into the warm clogs, imagining it was Erica's feet. He rubbed his erect penis between the shoes, coating the insides with his precum. Then, overcome with lust, David masturbated furiously into the shoes until he ejaculated, filling them with his teenage spunk. He cleaned up as best he could and returned the cum-soaked clogs to Erica's closet before she got home.

Now lying on his bed, David's cock began to stiffen as he recalled the earlier events. His hand snuck under the waistband of his shorts to stroke himself. Just then, there was a gentle knock at his door.

"David, honey? Dinner's almost ready," Erica called in her sweet voice.

"Okay Mom, be right there," he replied, hastily pulling his hand out and adjusting himself.

David padded out to the kitchen. Erica had changed into a sundress that showed off her shapely legs. He tried not to stare too obviously.

"Mom, uh, I was wondering... could you please wear those red sandals? The ones with the high heel and straps?" David asked shyly, cheeks flushing.

Erica looked surprised but smiled. "Sure thing sweetie, if you want." She headed to her room to change shoes.

David's pulse quickened in anticipation. When Erica returned a minute later, his eyes zeroed in on her feet. She had slipped on the red clogs, which matched her sundress perfectly. David couldn't help but imagine he could still smell the musky scent of his own cum inside them.

"Like them?" Erica asked with a little shrug. On her feet she also wore a pair of sheer gray ankle socks that contrasted subtly against her smooth skin and the red shoes.

"They look great, Mom. Really sexy," David blurted out before he could stop himself. A deep blush spread across his face.

Erica chuckled and did a little twirl, her sundress flaring out. "Well, I'm glad you approve! Now, shall we eat?"

As they sat down across from each other at the kitchen table, David couldn't tear his gaze away from Erica's shoes. His cock was fully hard in his pants now, throbbing almost painfully as he pictured the cum he had left inside the sandals, now nestled against his mother's bare feet.

"Mom... I was wondering..." David started softly, gaze still fixed downward. "Could you maybe step on my hand with your shoe? Just on my fingers. I think that would feel really good..."

Erica paused and looked at him quizzically. "Step on your hand? David, what are you talking about?"

"I just meant, you know, like a foot massage. Where you press your foot down on the person's hand and they massage it. I've seen it in movies," David explained quickly, trying to come up with a plausible reason.

Erica shrugged. "If that's what you want, honey." She slipped a foot out of the clog and placed it on David's outstretched palm.

David nearly moaned as he felt the weight of his mother's foot on his hand. The gray sock was soft and thin against his skin. He began to gently massage Erica's sole through the fabric, working up to her ankle. His other hand fidgeted in his lap, trying to discreetly adjust his now rock hard erection.

"That does feel nice," Erica said, eyes fluttering closed. "Mmm, but it might feel even better without the socks."

Before David could react, she reached down and slowly peeled off one of the sheer gray socks. Erica's bare foot was revealed, the bright red of her painted toes a startling contrast against her pale skin. She placed her sockless foot back on David's waiting hand.

David's breath caught in his throat as he felt his mother's actual bare foot on his palm. It was soft and smooth, her delicate toes wiggling slightly. He began massaging her sole, tracing the arch, rubbing her heel. All the while he tried to ignore his throbbing hard-on tenting his shorts.

"Yes, that's perfect David," Erica sighed contentedly. "You're so good at this."

Emboldened by her praise, David took Erica's foot and slowly slid it up his arm, letting it rest against his bicep. He continued his massage, working his way back down to her toes and back up again. Slowly, he eased her foot across his chest, rubbing it against himself as he did.

Erica's foot trailed down David's quivering abdomen and brushed against the bulge in his shorts. Her eyes flew open and she sat up straight.

"David! You're hard," she exclaimed, shocked. "What are you doing?"

But David couldn't stop himself. He took Erica's foot and deliberately pressed it right against his cloth-covered erection. A strangled moan escaped him at the contact.

"Mom... I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." he stammered, face burning with shame and arousal. "I just... your feet... they turn me on so much."

Erica stared at him, eyes wide. Her foot still rested against the rock hard bulge in her son's pants. Then, heart pounding, she slowly curled her toes around him through the fabric, giving a gentle squeeze.

"Oh David," Erica breathed. She reached down with her other hand to cup and fondle his erection, feeling it throb against her palm. "Does Mommy's feet really make you this hard, baby?"

"Yes," David whimpered, overcome with taboo lust. "I sniffed your shoes earlier, Mom. The red ones. I masturbated into them and you're wearing them now and I can't help myself..."

Erica took a deep breath, resolve forming. She stood up and slowly peeled off the other gray sock. Then she lifted her foot and brought it to the waistband of David's shorts.

With a swift tug, Erica pulled her son's shorts and underwear down, freeing his straining erection. It sprang up, bobbing in the air. Erica wrapped her fingers around the base and gave him a slow pump, watching his cock jump and leak precum.

"My sweet boy," she cooed. "You're so hard and ready, aren't you? All because of Mommy's sexy feet?"

"Yes Mom," David panted. He gripped the chair arms as Erica stroked him, struggling to hold himself back from cumming on the spot.

She brought her red clog-clad foot to rest against his bare cock. The warm leather felt incredible as it slid along his sensitive shaft. Erica rubbed the shoe up and down, coating it with her son's precum and making it slick.

David groaned and bucked into the shoe, trying to fuck it. The smell of his own dried cum mixed with his mother's sweaty feet was intoxicating. Erica took his cock in hand again and pumped, pressing the cum-soaked shoe against the head with each stroke.

The dual stimulation was too much for David. With a garbled cry, he started to cum hard, cock pulsing and spurting jets of semen all over his mother's stroking hand and pumping shoe. Erica worked him through it, milking out every last drop until David was spent and panting.

He looked up at her with hazy eyes, taking in the erotic sight of his own cum dripping from her fingers and splattered on the red shoe. Erica smiled and brought her hand to her mouth, licking it clean.

"Mmm, you taste good baby," she said. "Does Mommy's foot feel nice on your big cock?"

"Yes," David moaned. "So nice, Mom. I love your feet so much."

Erica stroked his softening cock with her shoe a few more times before pulling away. She slipped the cum-stained clog back on.

"Your secret is safe with me, sweetie," Erica said softly, giving David's cheek a kiss. "Mommy will let you worship her feet anytime you want. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"God yes," David breathed, overwhelmed with love and lust for his mother. He knew this was only the beginning of their secret foot fetish relationship.

As they cleaned up and finished dinner, David couldn't stop his eyes from constantly drifting down to his mother's cum-soaked red clog sandals. He couldn't wait to suck them clean. But that would have to wait until later, in private. For now, David contented himself with occasionally pressing his foot against Erica's under the table, relishing her sharp intake of breath.

Life was definitely looking up for the young foot boy and his loving mom. David knew he would do anything to keep worshipping Erica's perfect feet. Anything at all.