[STORY] A trip to Alola! - Having a good time with Elio's mom (Patreon)

The following story includes intense sexual content and elements of foot fetish, such as footjobs. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

Note: The content of this story is purely fictional, and is not intended to represent any actual person.

After a long year of work, summer vacation has finally arrived. I decide to look for a resort destination, something with fascinating legends, with ruins to visit, white sand and crystal-clear waters. Checking brochures, I found a region made up of four natural islands that has everything I’m looking for; the Alola region.

I rented a house near the sea, coincidentally, the same day another person moves in next-door. As always, I travel light, so I decided to go there and offer a helping hand. A young-looking woman greets me. She has back-length chestnut hair and hazel colored eyes. Wearing a short-sleeved white blouse, also a long yellow colored skirt with a white flower pattern that shows off her curvy body and a pair of khaki sandals.

She loves to talk, and I’m a good listener. We became good friends quickly, but everything changes one day.

“Ahhh! Can’t you just feel that warmth?” The smiling woman says, putting on the sunglasses from the top of her head. “It’s so warm and bright here!”

“Yes, it’s a paradise. Too bad your son is not here to enjoy it with you.” I remark.

“Yeah…” She sighs, before regaining her composure. “But enough of being sad, he will arrive in a week! Now it’s time to unpack all these boxes. Come and help me!” 

She walks towards the house, indicating me with a hand gesture to follow her inside. Every time she takes a step, I get a peek of her pale soles that are being slapped by her sandals, and all I can do is imagine how soft they are.

Unfortunately, the Meowth roaming around the house obstructs my field of vision from time to time. I don’t hate cats, but damn!

“You have a beautiful house, ma’am.” I say while we go through into the living room.

“I already told you, Anon! Just call me Mom.” She looks back at me, giving me a smirk.

“Sure, it’s just that it’s a bit… um… It doesn’t matter.” I mumble. “So, tell me... you have got to be tired after that long trip.”

“Yes! Not only was it long, but it was also a lonely trip. My husband remained behind in Kanto, and we keep in contact by sending each other letters. But… yeah… that’s it.” She complains, followed by a giggle, helping her regain composure once again. “But hey! At least I was lucky that a nice guy like you moved to the house next door.”

She takes me to her son’s bedroom. It’s small but cozy, with ample windows. I would say it is the only room in the house where you could taste the salty and fresh air of the ocean. I admit that I would like to live there. The kid even has a Wii U!

We start to chit-chat to liven up as we clean. Mom is fun, but I have the impression she’s hiding something behind that smile and I’m pretty sure that Meowth is involved… Maybe she used to be an infamous trainer during her younger days or something like that. Hahaha! Yeah, sure.

Later, after spending all day unpacking stuff from boxes and doing chores, we decided to take a break.

“Phew!” She stands up, wiping the sweat from her forehead. “Thank you again! I promised my son that I would make sure to have everything cleaned up and put away by the time he arrived.”

“No problem!” I reply. “Let me know when you need help again.”

“You're such a good neighbor! You should stay here longer; I would like to cook something for you.”

“That’s very kind of you but I-”

“Come on, I can’t let you go like that! You worked hard!” She cut me off, rubbing her neck sorely.

“Well, it seems that I’m not the only one who has worked hard. I should give you a massage before dinner. It’s the least I can do.”

With that, the mature beauty lifts one leg at a time, carefully taking off her sandals before playing then to the side. She then lays her with her abdomen against the bed, allowing me to lift her floral skirt, revealing her tanned legs. I want to go further and take a peek at that heart-shaped ass too. I desire to do it, but I contain my urges. It’s better to play it safe, at least for now. 

I firmly hold one of the mother’s legs with both hands. Pressing my thumbs against the calf, I move them slowly to the ankle. I then repeat this on the other calf, giving light strokes. With each stroke I give, the lady moans.

 “Wow, you’re good at this. I guess your girlfriend always asks you for massages.” Mom smirks.

“Nah, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“I see… It might be weird for me to say this as a woman in a relationship…” She shrugs.

“But you should look for married women…”

“Yeah?” I responded, continuing with the massage. “Why?”

“First of all, mature women know what they want, and most importantly, they're always ready, honey.”

She’s waiting for some kind of answer, but I’m busier thinking about my next move. For now, I’m just holding her right foot with one hand. I put the fingers of my other hand between her toes, sliding them towards the base of her toes, back and forth. I have to say, I get an instant hard-on the moment I touch the softness of the soles of her feet, feeling the heat they emanate. They are also slightly sweaty and give off a scent that smells like coconut oil.

Using both of my hands, I gently hold her right foot and proceed to rub the length of the arch. Starting from the heel, I work my way down towards her toes and then stop. I press my thumbs against the ball of her foot, massaging it in a circular motion. I repeat this on the other foot, before setting her feet next to each other and tenderly squeezing her heels together for a brief moment.

After massaging for a while, I noticed that there is a thin layer of dirt covering either of the lady’s caramel-toned soles, which I would have definitely preferred to clean with my tongue…

Mom moans loudly this time. She’s so excited that she can’t help swaying her legs in the air, touching my crotch with her foot by accident. I figured that she had felt my bulge, because she immediately pulled her foot away! A long silence followed shortly after...

“I’m s-sorry!” I exclaim.

“Oh? Don’t apologize, Anon. It takes more than a little poke to offend me.” She laughs, covering her mouth with one hand. “I don’t see anything sexual regarding feet, but I have dated some guys with foot fetishes during my younger days in Kanto.” Whilst looking sideways at me. “You have one, don’t you~? That explains why you decided to give me a foot massage instead of a neck massage.”

I have no idea how to respond to that, so I don't even try.

“Mmm… I just remembered I need help with something else...” She teases me as she presses her toes against my crotch, digging into it. “I have this ‘feeling’ of loneliness. You know, my husband is so far from here…”

With that, the woman rolls over onto her back, moving into a seated position. She raises one of her eyebrows, giving me a naughty look. I nod and unbutton my pants, dropping them down to my ankles. Then my boxers. Mom makes room for me to lie on the bed. She rolls up her yellow skirt to her knees and wraps her arches tightly around my penis, rubbing them up and down all over its length. Up and down. 

“Oh~ I can feel it throbbing.” She comments. 

The tan lady is skilled. She uses her heels to rub my testicles, applying gentle pressure against them, while she curls her arches around my meat. Her stroke is slow but firm, and my rod starts to leak precum, moistening her smooth soles as if it were lotion. So, she keeps the basic footwork for a while, milking more and more fluid that starts to seep between her toes. With that, she tugs from the base, wiggling her toes around it to give me a massage.

“I can’t handle it any longer!” I hold her by the ankles to squeeze my cock between those meaty soles and burst out. Only a few drops fall over her feet, while the rest lands onto the sheets.

“Look at that! You’re still twitching!” She joys as my dick pulses and oozes.

“Please, don’t let it go! Keep going... Keep going…” I plead to her.

“Don’t worry.” She continues, twisting one foot upright to pinch the tip of my penis, and using the other one to start working on the shaft. “I won’t let you go like that~.”

I almost fainted from pleasure right there, but my flaccid member becomes erect again, and it's throbbing so hard that she flinches and laughs. Even her breasts bounce a little.

So, she uses the silky touch of her hands to grab the head of my meat, and rub it beneath the base of her plump toes, making circular motions with it. She was still looking up at me when my eyes roll back. The mature knows what's coming, and stops to scrunch the mounds of her right toes together.

A smile spreads over Mom’s lips, watching me pant as she pinches the tip of my boner until pressure builds in me. She doesn't release it; she even pinches it harder. I erupt, and a sticky load seeps between, engulfing her toes, as I spray my seed all over them.

“You’re relieved now, aren’t you?” She asks, still rubbing my spasming rod with her sole.

But I can’t control himself, and a last gush of cum comes out, splashing her cheek a bit.

“Hey! Cut it off, Anon!” She jokes, kicking my manhood a little before laying her sole on it. “What a strong smell~.” She adds, placing a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggling.

Abundant cum is all over her right foot, mostly on the top, glistening in the sunlight that enters through the windows. Some globs of semen are so huge that they drip down the sides. She flexes and spreads her toes, showing me the thick strands of white goo between them.

“Could you hand me the box of tissues, sweetie?” Mom asks, pointing at her son's desk. “It’s inside the first drawer.”

I’m unable to answer, and my chest is so tight that it's hard for me to breathe. I barely recover when I hear a sudden noise at the front door.

“Huh? Was that the doorbell? Oh, no! That’s got to be Professor Kukui.” She gasps. “He shouldn’t see you here! He might suspect something or tell my son. Please use the back door!”

The tanned beauty gets out of the bed, slipping her still coated feet into her sandals. She wiggles her toes a little bit like she is playing with the goo, but she looks too worried to have done it on purpose. She rushes out of the room, and I get another peek of her soles that are being slapped by her sandals, but each slap is splashing my seed this time.

I get dressed quickly and tiptoe out of the house as soon as I can, but I hear something else before leaving:

“Professor Kukui! H-Hi! My son is not here...” She explains, laughing nervously. “He’s arriving next week. W-What? What’s this white stuff on my face, you say? It’s just… uh… yogurt, yes!”

This will be my best vacation ever, that's for sure!

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Thanks to the person that helped me correct things / proofread. You know who you are!