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It was a warm summer evening and Sarah was cooking dinner in the kitchen while her son Tommy played with his toy cars on the living room floor. She was wearing a short sundress and a pair of high heeled sandals that made her feel sexy.

Unbeknownst to Sarah, Tommy had been misbehaving while alone in the living room. He secretly filmed his mother with his phone, zooming in on her long legs and shapely bottom as she moved around the kitchen. The camera shook slightly as Tommy masturbated to the video he was recording.

Just then, Sarah called out that dinner was ready. "Come on Tommy, meals ready!" she hollered. Tommy quickly put away his phone and rushed to the kitchen, hoping his mom hadn't noticed anything was amiss.

However, disaster struck as Tommy entered the kitchen. In his haste, he failed to notice his small plastic toy car that had fallen on the tile floor. Sarah, walking behind him, stepped right on top of it with her sharp high heel. "Ow!" she yelped as the hard plastic dug into her heel. "What's this?"

Tommy's face turned bright red with embarrassment. "Sorry mom, I must have dropped it."

"I'm not sure what's more concerning, that you left a toy out where someone could trip over it, or your suspicious running around back there," Sarah said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, since you caused this, come heal mommy's foot."

Tommy knew better than to argue with his mom. He dropped to his knees and began massaging Sarah's foot, feeling the smooth leather of her sandal against his hands. "Mmm that feels nice," she purred, wiggling her toes. "Now kiss it."

Tommy pressed his lips to the bottom of his mother's foot, planting a soft kiss. Sarah was delighted by his show of affection. On impulse, she raised her other foot and brought it down on top of Tommy's face, smothering him with her sole.

"There you go, that's a good boy," she said, grinding her sandal against his face. "Sniff mommy's foot. I've been cooking all day, those feet are ripe!"

Tommy inhaled deeply, his nose pressed firmly against his mother's sweaty sole. The pungent musk filled his nostrils. He breathed in the heady aroma of his mom's foot, feeling himself growing hard again despite himself.

Sarah sat down on a kitchen chair and made Tommy kneel between her legs, his face still pressed into her sandal. "Ooh, this feels so good. I think I deserve a nice long foot worship session after that hard day of cooking," she said. "Now suck on my toes."

As Sarah placed her foot into his mouth, Tommy had to admit, there were some benefits to getting in trouble. His mother's feet tasted salty and sweet, the smooth leather of her sandal filling his mouth. He suckled on her toes like a baby on a pacifier, savoring her flavor.

"That's it, worship mommy's feet," she cooed, her voice dripping with maternal dominance. "Sniff them, suck them. You love mommy's feet, don't you? Say it."

"I love mommy's feet," Tommy mumbled around her toes, his face flushed red. "I love worshiping them."

"Good boy. You're such an obedient son, always happy to serve mommy." Sarah slid her foot back into Tommy's mouth. "Now, you be a good boy and keep sucking. I think mommy's going to sit on your face for a while and give you a nice foot addiction."

As Sarah's foot pressed down on Tommy's face again, he knew he was in for a long, kinky night of foot worship. And he wouldn't have it any other way.