After toiling his tongue away on his mother's stilettos from work that day and spending an excruciating amount of time with his face buried in them huffing the foul smell of her feet out from them, Shaun knelt on the floor at the foot of his mother's bed with her freshly-cleaned high heels placed before him waiting for her arrival. This was all per Sierra's request as she texted her son in the midst of his shoe-sniffing stating that, "I'm coming up for bed after this episode. I want you facing the door kneeling with my CLEAN shoes on display ready for me to inspect them." Shaun had no idea what she meant by 'after this episode,' so his timeframe before her arrival was a mystery. Was her show almost over? Did she just start one? Halfway through? Another text from Sierra followed shortly after the first: "If my shoes aren't cleaned to my liking, mommy's going to keep you locked in chastity until you learn how to properly keep my shoes clean."
Shaun studied his mother's stilettos very carefully, desperately making sure every single crevice and surface didn't go unlicked by his now all-too familiar tongue. His breaths into the warm foul confines of her high heels deepened as he felt short on time. Fortunately for and unbeknownst to Shaun, his mother's timeframe of 'after this episode' granted him a solid hour of shoe cleaning. Still, every creak and footstep that echoed in his home caused him to frantically stammer into position waiting for his mother to arrive and inspect his hard and humiliating work.
Sierra's bedroom door creaked open, pulling a nervous knot in Shaun's throat with each passing second. She smiled excitedly as she gazed down at her cock-locked son, too humiliated to look in her direction.
"Alright," Sierra said eagerly as she approached the shoes placed before her son. "Let's see how you did at cleaning mommy's shoes for the first time."
Shaun couldn't help but notice that his mother didn't close the bedroom door, leaving his humiliation open and accessible to any passersby- primarily his sister Stella. Footsteps from down the hall signified her approach up the stairs. Her bedroom sat down the hall from their mother's, so she'd have to walk by their mother's open door and potentially witness her brother's humiliation.
"They look good," Sierra shrugged. "I can tell you really worked that tongue hard for mommy," she snickered.
Shaun's heart sunk at his mother's choice of words as Stella's footsteps approached. The click of the bathroom door closing by Stella's hand granted Shaun some relief in privacy, though he still took note that the bathroom sat directly next to their mother's room. His paranoia had him wondering how much she could hear through these walls.
"Let's see how well you did in handling the smell," Sierra said as she faced the opening of her stiletto. "I could hardly keep my face over them when I was showing you the ropes earlier, so I'm hoping you did a good job filtering all that stench out of mommy's heels. I want to be able to stick my face in there and take a deep breath without so much as a trace of mommy's foot funk entering my nose."
And Sierra did exactly that: bringing her freshly cleaned stiletto up to her face, bringing her nose inside, and taking a deep breath in through her nose. The intimacy of her smell test made Shaun worry what she might notice that he may have missed.
"Hmmm..." Sierra thought to herself before giving her shoe another sniff. "There's definitely still something stinky in there..." She gave her heel another sniff before scowling with a cough. "Oh yes. Mommy can still smell her workday in her shoes son. I can tell you got rid of most of it, but don't let that nose of yours fool you. I'm sure you might've gotten a little numb to mommy's stinky shoe after smelling it for so long. Try to spend a little extra time in there sniffing the funk out of mommy's shoes each day to really make sure you filter all of it out for mommy. Okay son?"
Sierra sounded chipper in her tone; no signs of anger or overall disappointment from her. Shaun hoped he'd gotten a pass from her given that it was his first time tending to her shoes. He gave a quiet and defeated, "Yes ma'am," in reply, still too ashamed to look up at her.
"Good boy," Sierra said as she handed her shoes back to her son. "Now, go ahead and set them in the closet for me while I go over the list of chores I made you while you were busy cleaning mommy's shoes from today."
The bathroom door opened and Stella was fast approaching. Shaun took his mother's command as a quick escape from being humbled to his knees with his sister nearing their line of sight. He gave a quiet and careful, "Yes ma'am," as he took the heels and hurried over to her closet to put them away. Stella walked by just as Shaun opened their mother's closet door and watched him put her shoes inside on top of the messy disorganized pile. Shaun noticed his sister notice him and froze as if he'd been caught. A raised eyebrow from Stella brought nervousness to wash over Shaun. He only hoped she'd keep any questions or accusations to herself.
Stella's bedroom door shut with their mother's closet door following behind as Shaun closed it and took a breath of relief in privacy. He aimed for his mother's bedroom door to close it for an added layer of seclusion only to be stopped by his mother's voice: "Don't worry about the door dear," Sierra halted her son. "Mommy wants to get through your list of chores already. Come come!" she snapped as she patted her bedside near her shin.
Shaun bottled up his frustration and struggled to mask his irritation when he replied, "Yes ma'am."
