lured by my friend`s mom`s feet

When I was much younger I was infatuated with my best friend`s mom. Especially her feet, because I had always been besotted with female feet in nylon. And at the turning of the 70s into the 80s when housewives were still wearing pantyhoses and cork slippers at home as my friend`s mom did. So every time I went over for visiting my friend I hoped to catch some secret glimpses on his mom's nylon clad feet. The image still in my mind I payed with myself at home, fantasizing of her to notice my kinky desire and command me to massage her feet which I would kiss because I was totally overwhelmed being so close to the objects of my desire.nIt happened that one time I wanted to visit my friend his mom was home alone. She invited me in for a chat and refreshment which was impossible for me to deny because I had taken a quick look at her feet in hose. Smiling at me she lead me into the living room where she placed herself at the large leather sofa.nI sat at a armchair right in front of her when my friend`s mom slowly pulled her feet out of the slippers watching me with an earnest look while I tried not staring too obvious at her exposed feet.nMy friend`s mom looked at me with a knowing smile and slipping her feet back in the shoes. Again she started slowly slipping her feet out of the shoes wihile continuously watching me struggle to cover my kinky interest for her feet.nShe put one foot on the other and asked me if I had a love interest. When I honestly told her I had none she asked me for the reason while she looked at her own toes rubbing them on each other. Confused and distracted by the foot show I was looking at I told her the truth that young girls bored me.nMy friend`s mom looked into my eyes asking me if women of every age bored me which I quickly answered negatively.nWhat age of women I preferred she asked laughingly. Still in a state of horny confusion I immediately answered I loved women her age.nMy friend`s mom leaned forward in my direction asking with a smugly impression on her face how that come and I started stuttering some neutral reasons I thought about them being more caring and not girly. But she took it somehow wrong and resumed I was looking for another mother to love and I hurried to assure this wasn't the reason.nOf course she asked for the real reason and I mumbled something of mature women being more womanly.nAgain she followed up asking what I meant and I told her that I liked them clothes for example more than girls outfit.nMy friend`s mom looked down at her own feet saying nothing so I continued explaining I didn't like the jeans and sneakers of the girls in my class. But she didn't say anything and I added hastily I liked her comfy slippers.nMy friend`s mom looked up and in my eyes. Still silently she crossed her legs and dangled her foot.I stared at her foot pointing directly my direction looking so smooth and beautifully shining in the pantyhose.nI gulped when she slowly raised her foot making me look at her sole. nI guess I blushed when my friend`s mom asked me what else I liked about her outfit. I hesitated to answer but the look of her exposed sole in nylon made me so horny I was incautious daring to tell her I liked her pantyhose.nWith a smugly look she affirmed that every male loved women's legs and feet dressed in nylon. Now being assured I wasn't sick or pervert I made her smile stuttering that her feet were looking beautiful.nEncouraged by her smile I told her they looked so smooth and beautiful I would like to kiss them.nMy friend's mom dangled her foot in front of me and just commented that she knew that I would like to kiss her foot. nSuddenly my friend`s mom told me in an earnest tone that she could not allow me to kiss her foot because she was married and I started begging her while she looked at her own dangling foot and spreading her toes.nShe laughed calling me pathetic and desperate but than she said pensively there might be a way for me. I quickly assured her I would do anything while she rubbed her own foot as she wasn`t listening at all. I promised and begged while she seemed to concentrate at her own foot. All of a sudden she looked up and in my eyes.I stopped talking and my friend`s mom smiled at me while telling me she thought I was cute.nSmilingly she turned her attention back at her own foot leaving me baffled and waiting. Again looking at me my friend`s mom told me this was the reason she was willing to give me a chance but she wanted me to give her an oath of secrecy and devotion. Of course I didn't hesitated to swear an oath that it would be our secret and that I would do anything she wanted me to do. My freind`s mom smiled in amusement while I swore everything to her. She didn't even look at me while I swore on my life and the life of my mom never talking about our relationship and being her obedient and humble footboy dedicating my life for her. It was embarrassing to see her checking on her fingernails while I was so horny I would have killed for her.nSuddenly she interrupted me without looking at me telling me in an arrogantly tone that it sounded like I was desperate to kiss her feet. In the same tone she asked if I was ready to walk the walk and I assured her I wanted without hesitatingnMy friend`s mom demanded I had to prove I was worthy to kiss her feet and praise the beauty of them with a mantra for so long until she allowed me to stop while I was staring at them.nWithout hesitating I started to praise the beauty of her feet and my confession how eager I was to kiss them while she observed me. And again.nAbruptly she added a line to my mantra and I continued with the words degrading and belittle myself promptly.nMy friend`s mom rubbed with her toes her other foot`s instep which somehow inflamed my desire more and the words came over my lips more easily.She slowly stroked her foot and rubbed the instep making me more horny with these gestures.nThe words came out of my mouth more fluently and she looked at me smiling while touching her own toes and softly caressing her own foot while I stared at her feet.nAfter a short while the mantra came out automatically almost naturally and my friend`s mom noted I was on track now. She moved and put her legs and feet on the sofa next to me while grabbing a magazine.