Please Stepped On My Fingers.pdf

It was a hot summer's day and Timmy was playing outside in the yard. He heard his mom, Janice, step out onto the wooden deck from inside the house. The old boards creaked under her weight as she walked by in her wooden clogs, dressed in just a thin white sundress.

Timmy smiled mischievously to himself. He had a bit of an odd fetish - he loved seeing his beautiful mother get her pretty toes stepped on accidentally. There was something about the way her face contorted in pain, the way she yelped and hopped around, that really turned him on. Of course, he would never admit such a strange thing!

Timmy grabbed a few snails from under a nearby plant and quickly placed them on the deck boards, making sure they would be underfoot as Janice circled back around. Sure enough, a minute later, Janice let out a yelp as she felt something squishy and slick under her wooden sole.

"Ack! What the...oh my god, it's so slimy!" she cried, lifting her foot. To Timmy's delight, he saw that the snail had exploded beneath her clog, leaving a thick trail of juicy slime smeared all over her sole and the bottom of her foot.

Janice reached down to wipe off the mess with her free hand. As she did, her sundress rode up in the back, giving Timmy a perfect view up her skirt. His eyes widened and his young dick began to stiffen in his shorts. She wasn't wearing any panties!

Forgetting about the snail slime for a moment, Janice straightened back up. She wobbled a bit unsteadily on one foot. Timmy's eyes remained glued to her exposed, panty-less bottom. His fingers subtly rubbed over the front of his shorts.

Just then, Janice shifted her weight and her other foot came down right on top of another snail! "Ow! Fuck!" she screamed, hopping around comically on one foot while the other slammed down again and again, each time smushing another snail and adding more slime to her mess of a foot.

Her sundress flew up completely with her jerky movements, giving Timmy an incredible view of her bare ass and pussy. She seemed to be in such a panic about the snails that she didn't even notice! Timmy palmed his stiff dick, biting his lip.

After a few moments, Janice finally managed to hop over to a non-snail area. She stood there, chest heaving, her foot still raised and her dress still hiked up. "Timmy? Did you hear your mother screaming, sweetie? I stepped on these, like...thick globs of slime. It was so gross!"

"Y-yeah, I heard you yelling, Mom," he stammered, quickly moving his hand away from his crotch. "That sounds awful. Let me help you clean up."

Janice finally looked down and seemed to realize her indecent exposure for the first time. She yanked her sundress back down over her ass with a blush. "Goodness, how embarrassing! I wasn't wearing anything under this..."

She wobbled over to sit on a nearby bench, signaling for Timmy to come wipe off her foot. He knelt before her, taking her messy sole in his hands. He started to rub at the slime with his fingers, feeling an odd combination of revulsion and arousal. The gooey snail guts were slippery and cold between his fingers.

As he scrubbed, Timmy couldn't help but stare at her pretty foot and toes. He remembered his silly little fantasy again. He glanced up at Janice, wondering if he could ever make it come true.

"Oooh, that feels kind of good actually," Janice cooed as he massaged her foot. "My poor foot was throbbing. I really did a number on it, huh?"

"Mmhmm," Timmy nodded, his fingers continuing to knead her slippery sole and toes. "You sure did. It's all red and bruised. You're lucky you didn't break a toe!"

Janice winced at the thought. "Don't even say that! I was so worried I had smashed something when I felt it crunching under there. I'm going to be limping for days..."

Timmy knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist. "Well...if you want to make it feel even better, I could kiss it?" he suggested shyly, looking up at her with big, hopeful eyes. "I've heard that a kiss can make boo-boos feel better."

Janice paused and regarded him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then slowly, she extended her red, snail-slimed foot towards his face. "Well, if you really want to, sweetie..."

Timmy didn't hesitate. He pressed his lips to her messy sole, kissing along each toe with a gentleness that belied his throbbing erection. The taste of the cold snail slime coated his tongue. It was so dirty, but it was worth it to worship his mom's pretty foot like this!

He kissed up her instep and along her arch, savoring the feel of her smooth skin and the disgusting slick of the crushed snail. Janice hummed in pleasure, a small smile on her lips. "Mmm, that does feel nice dear. You're such a sweet boy to kiss your mommy's owies."

Timmy's heart raced. He couldn't believe this was actually happening! He'd fantasized about this moment for so long. Having his sexy mom return his affections like this, even if she didn't realize the full extent of his feelings, was like a dream come true.

His lips traveled higher, over her ankle and up her calf. Janice began to breathe harder, her eyes fluttering closed. The sundress had ridden up her thighs again. Timmy paused when he reached the hem, his mouth hovering below her bare skin. He looked up at her questioningly, silently asking for permission to proceed.

"Yes..." Janice breathed, nodding for him to continue. "Kiss all of Mommy's boo-boos..."

Emboldened, Timmy pressed his lips to her thigh, kissing a trail upward. He pushed the sundress out of the way as he went, exposing her creamy skin and glistening pussy. He nuzzled into her warm, musky crotch, feeling her excitement dampen his cheek.

"Mmmm Timmy," she moaned quietly, her fingers threading into his hair. "Kiss Mommy right there, baby. Just like that..."

Timmy's tongue darted out, lapping at her folds and swirling around her clit. Janice's thighs clenched around his head as she let out a shuddering gasp. "Ohhh yes, you're such a good boy! Mama loves you so much!"

Timmy didn't think he'd ever been so hard in his life, frigging himself in his shorts as he ate out his sexy mom. He'd done it. He'd made his foot-loving fantasy a reality. And it felt even better than he imagined...