Licking Heels.pdf

It was a warm summer evening and Sarah was relaxing on the couch after a long day at work. She had slipped off her high heels and rested them under the coffee table, her bare feet enjoying the freedom from their confines.

Her 8-year-old son Timmy was sprawled out on the floor in front of the TV, engrossed in his favorite cartoon. But as he glanced over at his mother, his eyes were drawn to her bare feet and the dirty high heels peeking out from under the table.

Timmy felt a strange sensation wash over him, a tingling excitement that he couldn't explain. Without a second thought, he crawled silently across the floor until he was right next to his mother's feet. He looked up at her to make sure she was still distracted by her book, then tentatively reached out and wrapped his small hand around the strap of one of her heels.

The rich leather felt warm and smooth under his fingers. He brought the shoe up to his face and inhaled deeply, breathing in his mother's familiar scent mixed with the musky odor of worn leather. It made his head swim with a dizzying pleasure.

Growing bolder, Timmy set the shoe down and grasped one of his mother's bare feet instead. He gazed at it wonderingly, marveling at the elegant arch, the delicate ankle, the shiny red nail polish. Timmy's tongue flicked out and began to lick along the top of his mother's foot, tasting the salt of her skin.

"Mmm, Mommy, your feet are so yummy," he purred contentedly. "Can I suck on your toes? Please?"

Sarah nearly dropped her book in shock at the request, but she found herself too aroused to refuse him. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." She wiggled her toes invitingly.

Timmy's eyes widened with delight. He grasped his mother's foot and guided it into his eager mouth. Her toes were like succulent grapes against his tongue. He suckled each one greedily, swirling his tongue around the digits and nibbling at the smooth nails.

"Timmy, you're being so good for Mommy," Sarah cooed as he serviced her feet. "Would you like to taste my shoes too? I know how much you love them."

"Yes, Mommy, thank you!" Timmy released her foot and grabbed for the heels again. He made a show of dragging his tongue all over the leather, worshipping every inch of the shoes his mother wore. He sucked on the worn soles and lapped at the thin straps. The salty taste and musty smell only made him want to savor them more.

Timmy spent a happy hour licking and sucking his fill, alternating between his mother's bare skin and the delicious leather of her heels. When he finally crawled away, his chin was flushed and damp with spit, but he wore a blissful smile.

Sarah smiled down at her satisfied son, feeling a forbidden thrill at the taboo act of foot worship. She knew they'd have to be more careful in the future, but for now, she was content to bask in the afterglow with her devoted little foot slave...