[Short story] Second encounter with Lusamine (Patreon)

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

Note: The content of this story is purely fictional.

There I was, minding my own business when my stepmother, Lusamine woke me up. We both spend some quality time drinking and talking. After our last meeting, it was necessary to clarify the situation between us. She is okay with my fetish. But she told me that I should have been more honest about it.

Anyways, it seems that we overdid it with alcohol and blacked out for a couple of hours. It's late, and I'm in no condition to drive either, so the mature woman asks me to stay over for the night. Settling in is not a problem for me as my old room remains just as I left it.

Now, I'm in bed. Everything is blurry, even my thoughts... but I'm still able to remember part of the conversation we had during the afternoon like I'm reliving the moment:

Hours ago, filling our first glass of wine, my mother started to express her feelings to me. There was a certain nervousness in her voice, but she was determined to continue with this.

"You have no idea how awkward it was to... touch you... I mean, your thing... with my feet, darling." She sighed. "It was difficult for me and took me some time to accept it. But, as I told you before, those parenting books helped me to understand that the times change, and I must learn how to be more open-minded."

Hearing her speak freely about it made me feel relieved, so I decided to  tell her how I was feeling about this too.
 
 “And you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you think that. Releasing myself the way I did on that occasion has been the most satisfying feeling I've ever had in my entire life." I replied, cracking a smile. "At first, I thought you would never want to talk to me again. So, knowing that our relationship has evolved to this point is a dream come true."

She smiled at me. "You are still young. It's okay to explore your sexuality with me, and there’s nothing to be ashamed about." She continued after a short pause. "Ummm... Just don't expect this to be a regular thing and try to be less... enthusiastic, okay? After all, I'm the woman that raised you."

As I lie in the bed, I continue repeating the same conversation in my mind. My eyes grow heavier by the moment, until eventually I find myself falling into a deep sleep.

The night passes onwards. Silent, not a noise to be heard. The bed covers are warm and help me sleep well. However… a filled sensation starts to become more present, forcing me to wake up.
Realizing that my body is telling me to use the bathroom, I get up and make my way out of the room.

Feeling sleepy, I walk down the hallway and head into the bathroom to relieve the need to go.

Whilst making sure to not to be loud, I quickly finish up and begin to go back to my room. On my way back, I'm able to hear my stepmother snoring softly. She had left the door of her room half-open. I could see Lusamine lying on her side, with her bare feet sticking out of the blanket.

"It's okay to explore your sexuality with me, and there’s nothing to be ashamed about." Her words echo in my head, which give me enough confidence to sneak in.

I feel myself shaking due to the mixture of nervousness and excitement rushing in me. I don't want to get caught in the act, so I tap her shoulder a couple of times. No response...

I gently picked up her right foot and began pressing her soft sole against my face. I buried my nose into the meaty ball part, which gave off a slight scent of leather from the shoes she loves to wear.

Lusamine is usually careful about her footwear, but talking about such controversial topics with me must have made her sweat a little. Because I do not only recognize a delicate smell of sweat, but a subtle cheesy odor too. Those aromas are barely noticeable but are enough to make my already hard member twitch in my pants.

I return her right foot to its original place and proceed to lick the sole, using the tip of my tongue to count each wrinkle. She scrunches her painted toes immediately as a reflex, letting out a moan. Instead of stopping, I keep going, covering every corner of that old foot. My mouth is a little dry, but I'm still able to let a thick drop of saliva drip down her arch.

I suck her silky heel, giving it a couple of nibbles. Then, I run my tongue from that side to the tip of the big toe, which I put in my mouth like a lollipop. A loud slurp makes Lusamine move again.

"Everything but tickling..." She babbles, shaking a little. "I hate... tickles." She tries to kick me with her left foot before using it to cover the one to protect it from whatever she thinks is bothering her. That is all! Being careful not to make noise, I get out of there as fast as I can, and I return to the warmth of my bed.

The next morning, my heart was beating fast. I shower to try to calm down, but no luck. So, I take some time to walk around my room, thinking of a good excuse just in case my mother decides to confront me. Damn it! Last night it seemed like a good idea to sneak into her room, but now that I'm sober, I realize how stupid I was. Although, I wonder if I really can blame the alcohol for that...

Finally, I take the courage necessary and go down the stairs. There is no trace of my stepmother anywhere. I expected to find her in the kitchen, drinking the first cup of coffee of the day, but it turns out that she is not even at home. I sigh in relief, thinking that maybe she didn't notice what happened, and I head over to the fridge to soothe my dry throat. There I find a package with six bottles of water, with a note attached to it:

Hello, my bad-mannered son!

Are you thirsty, Anny? Maybe because you spent all night licking something? ...or someone? Mhm?

Don't leave MY home, honey. We need to talk again.

-Sincerely, your understanding, and loving mother, Lusamine.