Kel looked back at Heidi as she spoke, "No promises," before she reached under her and did something on the dildo firmly lodged in her as she instantly gasped out a thin moan before leaning down and planting her face in Heidi's intimacy.
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I pulled out every pair of shoes that I could find as it seems mom had hidden a lot of shoes nearly in every corner of the three story house. Hell she even had some hiding in the basement.
Still I pulled every pair of shoes and laid them neatly around the house as I decided to make a game out of it.
I decided to honor dad's request after a little bit of negotiation took place as I held Kel's phone.
My negotiation was six payments on my Faraday as I imagined that sent a crawl up his sphincter that I was fleecing him for money to honor his request first instead of honoring my mother's.
I also asked why dad wanted me to count how many shoes mom had hiding around the house....along with her purses. But typical dad he only told me it was a 'bet' between him and my mother and that's all I needed to know.
I shrugged thinking it had to be either some type of ploy that would result in an argument between him and my mother OR, due to recent events, some type of ploy for naughty time as they hadn't been so.....discreet in their marital fun time.
The only reason I knew about their frolicking around was because Samantha had been a little loose lipped about it ask why mom and dad were suddenly so.....playful with Kel and she told me about their little awkward displays of affection. Plus Jasmine had told me, when I was forced to take her and Samantha to school, that she was liking the sudden change because she got to spend the night at her friends even on school nights and thought it was good.
Still it was awkward having to answer Samantha's sudden interesting questions as to why mommy and daddy do this....or that as I tried to not have to explain the birds and the bees to Samantha. I usually just answered that's between mommy and daddy as they needed alone time and was thankful that's as far as it went as it seemed that's all Samantha needed to know before she simply answered 'Ok'.
Still once the negotiations I lightly thought I should get some type of negotiation out of mom BUT the way dad hinted at their bet I kind of wanted dad to win for some odd reason. So I went around the house searching for ALL of mom's shoes and purses.
I had created a line around the house that surprisingly wrapped around the house completely as I had created a line started in their room and went out into the hall, then into the living room wrapping around the couch and chairs, then into the kitchen, then out back into the living room to the stairs as they went up to the second floor going down the hall and back to return to the stairs to go up to the third floor, wrap around the little area and back down back to the first before it went into the hall and into the door that led down to the basement where the theater room was and exited before going into the laundry room is where it thankfully stopped.
Then with mom's purses I put a nice display on both the kitchen counter AND the dining table.
With my prep done I pulled up the video as I spoke, "Alright dad as discussed here are mom's shoes. Sorry mom but you should explained why you wanted me to throw away your shoes. So here we go," I moved to their bedroom before I spoke, "I started with mom's heels that she has in your's all closet," I pointed to the first set, "One," as I started pointing to each pair of heels,"two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve," I made it to their door as I exited their bedroom, "thirteen, fourteen, fifteen," I made it to eighteen before I exited the hall and entered the living room, "nineteen, twenty." I walked around the living room counting each pair until I stopped at twenty five and spoke, "That's all of the heels. Now onto the tennis shoes, twenty six," I walked around the little haphazard circle getting up to thirty four before I made my way to the kitchen as I approached forty before I spoke, "Now onto the flats, forty one," as I walked through the kitchen and approached the stairs hitting fifty five and continued counting as a pair donned on each step until I hit the second floor hitting sixty eight before I walked down the hall and rounded the corner and came back easily hitting ninety before I spoke, "That's the flats and we're about to hit the stairs STILL going up. Now onto the sandals," as I pointed to the first step, "ninety six." I moved up the stairs hitting 100 before I reached half way up the stairs as I continued counting until I got to the top hitting 108. I walked around the small section only hitting 119 before I started down the stairs going down the stairs to the second hitting 131 and counted eight more before I traveled down hitting 152 on the floor as I spoke, "That's it for the shoes that aren't torn or worn out."
I cheerfully spoke, "BUT Wait there's more," I pointed to the next pair, "here are the ones that mom forgot to throw away or hasn't had fixed," as I pointed to the first pair of heels where a heel was broken or the material had holes somewhere, "153," as I continued down the hall and got to the door hitting 192 before I moved onto the worn out shoes, "193," as I continued down the stairs to the modified basement. At the bottom of the stairs inside the modified basement as soon as I hit the theater room, "and finally all her slippers."
By the time I was done I had hit 231 pairs of shoes. I ended the video as I spoke, "MOM!!! Seriously you need to do something about ALL of these SHOES!!! Because holy fuck be!"
I turned the camera to me, "And you wanted me to throw them away? You should have been throwing away ALL THESE SHOES!!!"
I moved off back upstairs as the whole how many shoes mom has still boggled me. I mean I knew she has a problem with clothes and freaking shoes but when I went searching I wondered exactly how much of problem mom had with shoes and why she hadn't thrown away the shoes.
Hell I found at least a couple big bins filled with OUR shoes especially the girls shoes of all their baby shoes and outfits just stacked away. It was fucking ridiculous and I had no idea how in the holy hell mom hid all this crap away AND still kept the house looking spotless.
I kept recording as I lightly grumbled before I reached upstairs and walked into the kitchen as I angled the camera towards me, "And now your purses," I pointed the camera towards the kitchen top instead of the ground and pointed to the first purse, "One," and walked around the kitchen counting each one as they were sideways easily hitting 37 before I moved to the dining table as I continued counting. I hit 63 before I spoke, "wait there's more," as I moved back to their bedroom as I had a plethora laying neatly on their bed, "64," as I continued hitting 85 as I spoke, "And let's not forget the closet," as I moved to the closet and continued counting until finally hitting 104.
I spoke as I shined the camera on the LAST purse, "104 MOM!!! I don't even have 5 pairs of belts let alone a few wallets and you have 104 PURSES!!!"
I looked around at the mess before I finally looked back at the camera and spoke, "Jesus Mom!!! Whatever you're betting on you just lost."
I blinked as dad's words came flooding back about mom's spending habits and had to admit mom has a problem. And now I knew why dad was so harsh on mom when it came to spending. I looked around her closet as it was nearly as bad as she had roughly 3/4 of the closet was HER clothes while dad kept his clothes down to a minimum. Though I also knew dad had a closet or two of HIS clothes in a couple of sections of the house....like his office and one in the hall.
I looked at all the clothes and thought Maybe dad was using the shoes as a lesson for mom.
I smiled, wiggled my thumb and pinky at the camera, "Have fun!"
And I ended the video. Then I sent the video on Kel's phone to dad via file share seeing how it was so large.
Then I pulled out my phone and sent a text to mom.
Me: Sorry I'm not throwing away ALL 231 pairs of shoes....our trash can is not big enough