slipping under stepmom`s feet pt 8

I thought at had rushed up the stairs from the basement room but when I arrived at the living room I had to pass to reach my room unnoticed my stepmom and her friend were sitting there.n"There you are" my stepmom`s friend said telling me they had waited for me because they were discussing whose feet are prettier. They couldn't decide and wanted my judgement as a foot-expert. Instinctively I looked down at her feet but my stepmom intervened, arguing her friend was taking advantage of having my first look and told me to look at her feet instead. My stepmom said in a strange beguiling voice I've never heard before how beautiful her feet looked in these slippers with the cute ribbon and started slipping her feet in and out of the shoes while I stared at them mesmerized.n"Doesn't your stepmom my have the prettiest feet?" she asked with a sweet voice and crossed her legs to let the slipper dangle from her foot. I watched it like hypnotized and slowly nodded my head to agree.nMy stepmom`s friend complained it was unfair to use sexy shoes and my stepmom took them of. She raised her feet and placed them on the sofa she was sitting on, commanding me with a smile on her face to look at her smooth soles too because she was my stepmom and these soles would step on me if I didn't vote for them. Even though this was a strange telling my willy hardened more while I was looking at my stepmom`s soles.nMy stepmom`s friend threw in that there shouldn't be a verdict before I had seen her soles too. She had raised one foot on her other knee and started to massage her toes. I blushed and gasped when her fingers slid slowly over her sole.n"Boys are so easy to manipulate," she said in a smugly tone and placed her feet at the sofa back.My stepmom called her a she-devil when her friend started to stroke with her toes the other`s foot instep up and down, making me breath heavily watching it.nBoth women had their feet at Sophia back and started giggling when I told them I couldn't decide who feet were the prettiest.nMy stepmom suggested I should take a closer look snickering even more. She and her friend were smiling at me when they had placed their feet on the table in front of them.nThey were watching me while I got on my knees to have a better look.nMy stepmom`s friend laughed when I stayed at my side of the table and told my stepmom that I might be afraid of their feet-smell.They were just smiling when I immediately protested.nI crawled closer until my face was only inches away from my stepmom`s friend`s feet. Moving so close my face was only twenty inches away from her feet and I stared at her soles like hypnotized. I had never been so close to a strange woman's feet. I had an almost overwhelming urge to kiss them. I didn't see my stepmom`s friend smiling at me only the beauty of her luring soles. But I heard my stepmom giggling and telling me it was now time to have a closer look at her feet. I turned around immediately and looked straight at her soles too. They looked so gorgeous and smooth I wanted to kiss them fervently. nWith a stern voice she threatened me that she would make me lick her soles when I didn't voted for her feet as the prettiest. nIt was too much for me when she stuck out her tongue at me and I stood up, mumbled an excuse an ran to my room. "Don't forget to vote for my feet," my stepmom was calling after me and both women started laughing at me. nI closed the door behind me, dropped on my bed and covered my face in the pillow. It was so embarrassing how my stepmom and her friend had played me. But it was so amazing to be so close to their feet.nI thought of their feet and began slowly rubbing my still stiffened willy on the sheet. I still wanted to kiss their feet desperately. Their feet were so gorgeous. But I was just a lil boy to them to play with because they were gorgeous and experienced. I wasn't allowed to just go on and kiss their feet. They had dragged me down the rabbit hole to show me I was inferior and able only to worship the soles of their feet. My stepmom and her friend were superior beings to mewl could easily make me groveling under their feet.nThat night I had my first wet dream in which my stepmom rested her feet on my chest.