Stinky Mother's Mules.pdf

It was a hot summer afternoon. Melissa, a single mother in her late 30s, was lounging on the couch in her living room, enjoying some well-deserved rest after working a long shift at her job as a nurse. She had kicked off her shoes, a pair of white platform mules that had served her faithfully but were now definitely in need of a wash. The sweat and oils from her feet had built up inside them over the past few weeks.

Unaware, Melissa's 18-year-old son Liam entered the living room and plopped down on the armchair across from her. His eyes drifted to the discarded shoes on the floor and his gaze lingered on them for a moment. There was something about the musky, sweaty smell emanating from the mules that intrigued and aroused him in a way he couldn't quite explain.

Before he knew it, Liam found himself sliding off the chair onto his knees and crawling over to his mother's shoes. He picked one up and buried his face in it, inhaling deeply of the pungent, cheesy foot odor trapped inside. "Mmm, fuck that smells good," he groaned to himself.

Unable to resist, Liam began running his tongue along the insole and around the edges of the shoe, savoring the salty, acrid taste. His cock stiffened in his shorts as he lapped at the sweat and dirt. He switched to the other shoe and repeated the process, making sure to get every last bit of flavor.

After several minutes of slobbering over his mom's nasty mules, Liam finally pulled back, breathing heavily, his face glistening with spit and foot juice. He glanced over at Melissa, who was still dozing obliviously on the couch. Liam knew he had to get out of there before she caught him.

On shaky legs, he stumbled back to the armchair, the musky flavor of his mom's feet still strong on his tongue. He adjusted his hard-on and tried to act natural, all the while replaying the dirty acts he had just committed over and over in his head. He knew it was totally wrong to be aroused by his own mother's foot sweat and dirty shoes. But he couldn't deny how incredibly turned on he felt. He vowed then and there to get his own pair of mules, so he could indulge in sweaty foot delights whenever he wanted, without fear of getting caught by Melissa.

As he sat there, watching his mother sleep, Liam felt a dark new fetish awakening inside him, one that centered on the rancid stink of a woman's unwashed feet, and the taste of her sweat and oils. He knew he would have to do something about his depraved urges. But for now, all he could do was sit and stew in the knowledge of what a dirty, perverted foot freak he had become. All thanks to his weakness for his mom's stinky, nasty shoes.