Thanks to Oldnakeddad for editing this story.
This did happen!
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Since I was a kid, I always had a good relationship with my uncle's wife, Mary. She was a good person, talkative, had a lot of friends and was very easy to get along with. Mary was about five feet, seven inches tall, extremely white and had long red hair, blue eyes and a beautiful body (a MILF). Her skin was very, very soft and she had a very sweet voice.
Mary always treated me in a very special way so I've always been attached to her, always treated her better than my other aunts, etc. She always liked to talk to me, ask me how I was doing in school and how my friends were doing. I used to tell her, pretty much, everything that was going on in my life.
At some point, when I was a kid, I started to realize Mary had the most beautiful feet I'd ever seen so, in secret, I was looking at them, touching them or having them touch me as much as possible. I suppose that's when I figured out I had a foot fetish, though I didn't know what it was until I was older.
As you can imagine, I've always been crazy about her feet, because of how beautiful and soft they were, not to mention she takes very good care of them, always getting nice pedicures. I especially liked when she wore French pedicures because, in my humble opinion, it was the best one for her.
When I was thirteen or fourteen, she and my uncle moved far away from us, which broke my heart. A few years later, after I'd turned eighteen, my Dad found, and accepted, a really good job with a company in the same town and state where my aunt and uncle lived. Life was going to get better, for sure! I was going to be able to go to college and see Mary.
After we moved, Mary and I picked up our relationship as if we'd never lived apart...always chatting, joking around, etc. I started to find excuses to drop by Mary's house and I always tried to help her with whatever she needed since my uncle didn't have much time to spend with her during work days. They used to wait for the weekends to go out and do stuff together.
A couple of weeks later, I believe it was during the last days of May, I went to her house, told her I had Chinese food and, since I knew she liked it so much, I'd decided to buy enough for her and myself. It was seven o'clock at night so we put the dishes on the table and started to eat our Chinese food.
I'll never forget that night. Mary had worn tall, leather boots, tight jeans and a black T-shirt. I remember day-dreaming about taking her boots off and being able to touch her feet and do with them as I pleased. Later, I was getting ready to leave her house.
"I'd better go now."
"Aww! So soon? I was thinking of watching a movie. Maybe you'd like to join me?"
She gave me the sweetest smile and I gave her a big smile, too.
"Sure, I'd love to, Mary. You know I always love spending time with you."
I thought, 'Ugh, that was going too far, but the words are already out of my mouth! There's no taking them back.'
"I know, Sweetie, you're such a good guy. I've always liked spending time with you, too," she said with a smile on her beautiful face.
Then she walked to me and gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. Back then, I suppose I thought I was in seventh heaven. So I helped her wash the dishes and clean the kitchen before we went upstairs. She had a room with a very thick and comfy rug, a huge TV with a video player.
"Would it be OK to watch a movie?
Apart from what I've already described, there were some boxes in the room. She'd bought some new decorations for her house but hadn't gotten around to putting them up because she didn't have anyone to help so the space in the room was reduced.
"What do you want to watch?" she asked.
It made no difference to me so Mary found the video 'Underworld', put it into the player and started the movie. She apologized for the reduced space in the room and went to her room. She was back within a minute with a blanket and two pillows (one for each of us). We sat on the rug, Mary placed the blanket next to her and we started to watch the movie. Though it wasn't wintertime, somehow the night was cooler than usual.
Then what I had been hoping for, happened! She took her leather boots and sweaty socks off and laid on her stomach! Her feet were visibly wet, but they looked so beautiful and soft. It was incredible. At that moment, I started to get hard. I felt embarrassed because I was still wearing the shorts I'd worn to the Gym. You can understand, it's easier to spot a boner inside a pair of shorts than if you're wearing jeans or pants.
To my surprise, her feet weren't stinky at all. They only had a slightly stronger scent. I don't know how to explain it other than, I suppose everyone is different and has different scents. I've always loved Mary's scent. I've never touched a girl who's had softer hands or feet than Mary.
After a few minutes of Mary laying on her stomach while I watched her sexy, soft feet, I had the biggest boner I'd ever had! At least, I thought so. Her feet were so close to me, but I couldn't touch them because she'd discover my fetish and probably think something awkward of me and I didn't want that!
As time went by, I couldn't take the torture of only being able to look at and want her feet! I thought, 'I'm going to go. This is bullshit!' Then Mary took the blanket, she had by her side, to cover herself. I saw my opportunity...it had to be now or never!
Within milliseconds, I decided I was ready to touch her feet however I could...with my dick, if possible! I didn't care about the consequences. I figured, 'the worst thing that can happen would be her asking me why I'm touching her feet' then I'd play a fool and that'd be the end of it.
"Mary, it's kind of cold in here, would it be OK if I cover myself with the same blanket you're using?"
"Of course, Sweetie. I don't see anything wrong with that."
She gave me a sweet smile and turned back to the TV to continue watching the movie. At that point, I thought, 'OK, Tiger, this is your once-in-a-lifetime chance. Don't screw it up!' I got under the blanket and, because of the reduced space in the room, I laid on my left side, behind Mary's feet.
I was able to cover myself only as far as under my knees. I used my feet to pull my shoes off to be more comfortable. I was moving to get myself into a better position, which didn't seem odd, when I made my move by using the forefinger of my right hand to make contact with Mary's feet.
I was laying with the boxes behind me. Mary's foot was as soft as always but very, very moist and sweaty. The sensation was to my liking and served to excite me more.
Since I noticed Mary wasn't saying anything, or taking her feet away from me, I moved my finger, very lightly, around her sole a few times so she'd think I was only trying to get into a better position, not actually meaning to touch her foot. Things continued the way they were going. Mary wasn't moving or saying anything, she appeared to be glued to the TV and the movie.
