[Story] Best stepmother ever (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 there I was, minding my own business when I received a text message. It was my stepmother. She was asking me if I was going to visit her this year to celebrate mother’s day. At first, I hesitated. It's a long journey, and the relationship between her and me was always a bit complicated, to be honest.

I was debating whether to go or stay when my cell phone vibrated again. It was a second message. There was an attached file. It was a photo of my stepmother with a caption below that said: I can't wait for you to come.

In the pic, she was lying on the couch, posing with a warm smile. Her skin was suntanned, except for the bottom of her foot, which was facing frontwards, giving me a chance to see that meaty and thick heel sole again after so many years.

Well, it seems I'll have to board a plane…

Several kilometers later, Alola welcomes me with its sea breeze. Today is the 9th of May. Determined, I go to my mother's house, where she takes me in her arms.

"Nice to see you again, sweetie." The mature lady gives me a tight hug.

As usual, she is wearing a white blouse, which although being loose, outlines her hourglass-shaped body and a long skirt that reaches down to those rounded ankles, highlighting her wide hips and thick thighs.

My eyes go down and fixate on her feet, I grin at them. I stop right there to admire those beauties for a long time. The tops are as tanned as the rest of her body, contrasting the natural peach color of the unpolished nails. Her toes wiggle back at me shyly, as if they are also glad to see me again.

At that moment, I have a flashback in which I remember the way those toes used to do the same when I was younger, but being inside my mouth instead, as my tongue wagged under them. Good old times!

"Ummm ... Anon?" The woman interrupts me. "Wouldn't you like to come in?"

"Sorry, I got… distracted remembering some good memories."

"Yes, I am sure you were." She answers, arching an eyebrow as she folds her arms, obviously a little annoyed.

My mother leads me inside the house.  Each time she takes a step, I not only stare at her hips wiggling, but also at her feet as they rise from the ground and lower, sinking the soles back into the soft foam of the flip flops. Getting a peek at the pale bottoms of her feet and the sound of her sandals slapping against them are both enough to make my blood rush to my penis. The only thing I can do is pray to Arceus so she won't notice.

I follow the woman into the living room, where a couple of cold glasses of lemonade await us. Drops of water trickle down the outside of them. That reminds me when this very same lady used to wash her feet under the community pool showers a few years ago and how the drops of water slid down between the wrinkles of her soles.

We talk for a couple of hours. It's more of an interrogation than a conversation because she keeps asking me questions about my work and my way of living. Those are things any concerned mother would want to know, but I'm not a fan of telling even the smallest detail of my life.

The hard part begins when she asks me if I already have a girlfriend. I stop for a few seconds before confessing that I'm still single. The mature one doesn't seem happy with my answer, but she sighs in relief, knowing that I set my priorities straight.

"It is good to hear that." She says, curling a lock of her hair with a finger as she keeps talking. “And... Are you sure there is no girl in your life? Don't get me wrong! I want to make sure you find the right one. It's just that!" She seems to blush.

"You are the only one in my life..." I confess to her.

She giggles, but regains her composure to give me a long lecture on the importance of human relationships. Oh, boy!.

When I notice the time, I realize that we have been talking until nightfall. My mother looks tired, so I suggest to her that she better get some sleep. After all, she spent the whole morning doing the housework, so everything was perfect for my arrival.

She refuses to take my advice and insists that she wants to help me unpack so we can talk some more.

"I don't have that many things in my suitcase." I sigh. "Trust me. I can handle this on my own." I smile, heading upstairs. "Take this as a chance to think of more questions. I will answer them all when I return." I do my best to leave her behind.

When I open my old bedroom door, I am surprised to see that everything is the same as the day I left home. Even my old Nintendo Switch is still there.

I take a few moments to sit on the bed and take a deep breath. My mother can be a bit overwhelming when it comes to my own life. She always wants to know everything. I just need a bit of reassurance before I go back to the living room to continue with that exhaustive routine.

After a few minutes, I finally gather the courage and decide to go back. However, the mature woman has fallen asleep on the couch. She is lying on her stomach and her ankles rest on the armrest, which allows me to see a clean shot of her soles facing up.

I approach her slowly to look at her feet closely. I think about doing a lot of things right there. Such as smell, kiss, tickle, or even lick them. Unfortunately, doing so could not only get me in trouble but ruin our relationship forever.

On the other hand, her flip-flops are there, lying on the floor and completely unguarded. I could take them, do with them whatever I want and then clean them off. She would never know! It's a perfect crime!

I lift the still warm shoes and flee back to my room with my new toys. Finally alone, I inspect them closely. The footprints are dark and deep, a result of wearing the same footwear for several years. Although the stench is strongest in that area, I find it oddly pleasant.

I bring the left shoe up to my nose to take a sniff, repeating at least twice before taking a deep whiff. My nostrils fill with a magnificent scent; a mix of leather, coconut lotion, and a bit of sweat. The nose never forgets. It's like I have that woman's feet on my face again.

Now, I lick it. It tastes like old leather but a little salty. A fine layer of dust covers the insole of the shoe. So, I allow myself to clean every corner of it with my tongue.

With each lick, my penis throbs harder and harder, until it's too painful to keep it inside my pants. I pull it out, standing completely stiff and ready for me to slide it inside the right flip-flop. I keep thrusting it in and out, as if I'm fucking it.

One piece of footwear stays glued to my face, while using the other as a sex toy. The feeling of my erect member against the smooth leather skin is more than enough, and the insole starts to get damp from my precum.

I begin to fantasize about the idea of my mother entering my room without warning, catching me in the middle of this awkward situation. I admit that I would like to see her reaction. But I can't allow that to happen. I can't. Not now.

Suddenly, I hear the noise of bare feet rushing upstairs. My mind tells me to stop. However, I am so close to the climax that my body does not want to deny me that pleasure.

Finally, what was supposed to happen, happens... The door to my room opens and there is my stepmother, mouth agape. She barely gets a chance to complain before I shoot a long stream of cum along the insole of her shoe. But my seed goes further than that and lands before the woman's bare feet, making her flinch and move back a little, to avoid being splashed.

We both look at each. Maybe for several minutes. The silence is so awkward that I lose track of time. Without making any sudden movements, I start to get dressed.

I carefully hold my penis, intending to return it to my pants. While doing this, I maintain eye contact with my stepmother the entire time, which makes my member stiffen again and even throb a few times while it's still in my hand.

"I cannot believe it." The lady complains. “We had already talked about this, Anon. You broke your promise". She snatches her shoes from me before leaving the room.

"Please! Wait!" I run after the mature gal. I corner her, placing my arm against the wall so that she cannot escape from me.

"I told you. This is not okay. I am your mother!" She protests.

"I know! You raised me, but we're not blood-related." I answer. “It is not as bad as you think! For me, you are the most beautiful woman, and there is no one else. Believe me!"

"Are you crazy?" She looks away. “I am just an old lady. You should find yourself a younger woman. It is for your own good."

"If that's what you think, then why did you send me that picture when you invited me to come?"

"I wasn't thinking correctly when I did it."

"And why were you so interested in knowing if there was another girl in my life?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay." She crosses her arms.

After hearing these words, I turn away from her side. But before I could leave, she gently grabs my shoulder to stop me.

"It's just that... I can't believe that after all these years, you still find me pretty. Okay?" She giggles. "I was afraid of getting old and not looking attractive to you." She hugs me tightly. “Maybe I was too rude with you. I mean, It's just my feet, after all... I'll tell you something, they're all yours today. But you better give me the best mother's day after all this."

We try to have a normal conversation between mother and son, but the scene we experienced together moments ago keeps us in a constant state of excitement. She didn't mention it, but seeing my fully erect member had also brought back memories for her, good memories of course.

She crosses her legs as her thighs begin to thrust and rub together against each other, probably having fantasies involving the two of us. Noticing that, I realize there is no point in trying to delay the inevitable, so we head straight to the couch. She helps me take my pants off and even my underwear, leaving both of them behind us, just lying on the floor.

My stepmother plops right down onto the couch, I take both of her sandals off and she responds by flexing those large, bare feet together. They look so big and a bit sweaty due to Alola's tropical climate. The tanned tops contrast beautifully with her light caramel soles.

I take the first chance I have and put the balls of her warm feet on my face, pressing them against my nose so tightly, so I can take a deep whiff. She looks quite excited about her smothering me with them, actually wiggling and spreading her toes to let me sniff between them. It turns out the smell is quite similar to her shoes; coconut lotion mixed with body odor and a reminiscent of aged cheese.

She smiles sweetly at me, scrunching her toes extra tightly, before poking my shaft with the big one. Her feet suddenly fall forwards, pressing around the base of my cock, allowing her to start jerking me off.

She does it very slowly, moving them on her own accord in a seductive way; the tips of her toes caress my manhood as long as it is, with the care and dedication that only someone who loves you could do. She maintains eye contact with me, making our encounter something more personal.

"Oh, my!" The woman laughs. "Now I can see you weren't lying..." She points at my fully erect member, as the veins throb from the contact of her silk touched soles, feeling like a pair of meaty pillows. "You're so sweet! I admit that I feel flattered, seeing how much you enjoy sliding your hard thing in between my poor and tired feet”.

My stepmother's soles are by now glistening quite a bit in precum, enough to be used as a lubricant, along with the sweat from her own feet. However, my penis becomes so slippery that she is forced to squeeze the arches tight though. Maybe she does it TOO tight. I come quickly, moaning loud as fuck.

"Please! Not on the couch!" She rushes, pointing both feet, so they are directly in the line of fire of my cock. An aggressive shot hits them, letting her bottoms get soaked in my fat nut.

I make a mess. A string of hot, sticky semen hangs between her big toe and her second toe. A large amount of my white stuff lands on the top of her left foot, while the rest is all over the arches and even the heels of hers; those are big and heavy globs that make the woman purse her mouth in a self-satisfied smirk.

"Like I said before, tomorrow better be the best mother's day of my life, or you'll get in trouble, my handsome boy." She expresses playfully, still holding my meat with her toes, letting all my seed drip down her feet.