Foot Fun between Aunt and Gardner's Son (Inspired by author)

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Hello fellow readers...

I am submitting a story that is inspired/based off a former forum poster from ten years ago who has since never returned. I do not know if all the characters are real or have a factious name so for identity purposes I have left out last names and some first names. Reminder, this is a fictional story based off of events from information provided by the former poster...anything in this reading below is a continuation of this story that NEVER happened. I hope you enjoy.

My Aunt and the Gardener's Son

Background: Since the age of 21, I have witnessed my Aunt M continue to have secret foot fetish sessions with Carlos (the gardener's son, who looks like Mario Lopez and stutters/stammers when excited) through an air condition vent that I access from the spare room crawl space. Carlos also has a major foot fetish, just like me. My Aunt knows of my foot fetish as I actually offered to give her a foot rub but she said that her feet were filthy...(when in reality she loves sexual pleasuring men with her feet).

My aunt is slim and tall, around 5"10' and greatly resemble Sigourney Weaver, even at her age, she had smooth looking feet with long toes and almost always painted red and they are a size 11.

One time, I asked her "What does Carlos do when he comes into her room?" And Aunt M lied to me when she replied, "I pay Carlos some money to massage my tired feet.", when in reality she uses her feet to jerk his penis until Carlos has an orgasm. And Carlos always promises to keep this foot fetish sessions a secret just between him and my Aunt.
And now we continue on...

Foot Fun Continues

One day, I was outside on the hammock enjoying a glass of ice cold lemonade while the gardeners were working in the backyard, including Carlos. I saw Aunt M bring out several glasses of ice cold lemonade for all the workers to a table on the backyard deck. I saw Carlos look up to watch Aunt M do this and their eyes connected. Aunt M gave a little wink and walked back inside. Carlos immediately asked his father, "Papa, can I go inside to use bathroom?" and his father said, "Be sure you ask Ms. M first and be quick about it."

Carlos hurried inside the house and I quickly followed him inside as I knew what was about to happen.

Aunt M's room was located at the end of the hallway, just past the master bedroom. As Carlos approached the door, I watched from down the hallway as Carlos nervously adjusted his shorts and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Come in," Aunt M said in her soft, seductive voice. As Carlos opened the door, I could see my Aunt sitting on her bed, her long legs crossed and her smooth feet dangling shiny black patient slides from her soft feet.

"I brought you some lemonade," Carlos stammered, handing her the glass. "I...I mean, I just wanted to thank you for letting me...you know..." He trailed off, his face flushing.

Aunt M smiled warmly at him. "Of course, Carlos. You're always welcome. Now, why don't you come over here and have a seat?" She patted the spot next to her on the bed, gesturing for him to sit beside her.

Carlos hesitated for a moment, glancing down at her feet. "Oh but before you sit Carlos, can you close the door for some privacy?" Carlos did exactly what he was instructed and locked the door. I knew things were gonna pick up, so rushed to the spare room without making any noise. Once grabbing a pair of my Aunt's well worn flats from my secret location, I quickly climbed into the crawl space and through the air condition vent to get a better view.

I watched as Aunt M smiled again, her eyes locked on his. "You're nervous, aren't you?" she asked, her voice gentle. Carlos nodded quickly, unable to speak. "There's no need to be," she continued. "We can take things slow, if you'd like."

Carlos still couldn't meet her eyes, but he moved a little closer to her on the bed. His leg brushed against hers, and I could see the way his entire body tensed up at the contact. My Aunt placed her hand on his knee, squeezing it gently. "It's okay, Carlos. You can relax."

Slowly, Carlos's body began to uncoil. He looked down at her feet again, and I could see the desire in his eyes. My Aunt smiled, sensing his interest. "Would you like to see something?" she asked, in a husky whisper. Carlos nodded eagerly, unable to speak.

Aunt M reached down and carefully slid off one of her black slides, revealing her perfectly pedicured big toe. "Here," she said, offering it to him. Carlos hesitated for a moment, but then reached out and gently wrapped his fingers around her toes. He massaged them, kneading the soft skin between his fingers, and I could see the pleasure on her face.

As I watched, I began to see that Carlos was now stroking Aunt M's toes with his left hand as he was rubbing his dick through his pants with his right hand. As he stroked her toes, Aunt M let her head fall back against the pillow and began to breathe more heavily. My Aunt let out a soft moan as she felt Carlos's left hand massage her toes.

"That feels so good, Carlos," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "You have such gentle hands." Carlos continued to press his right hand against his growing penis through his shorts unknowing to Aunt M. I on the other hand pressed my nose to the inside of one my Aunt's worn flats while I grinding against the other one as I watched on.

As Aunt M relaxed into the pleasure, she began to arch her back slightly, offering her other foot to Carlos. "Why don't you try this one too?" she purred, sliding her other foot forward. Carlos eagerly took her other foot in his left hand, continuing to massage and stroke her toes while rubbing his growing bulge through his shorts. It seemed as if Carlos was spending more time rubbing his dick through his pants then my Aunt's toes.

I continued to sniff deeper into my Aunt's worn flat as Aunt M let out another soft moan, but she also had a puzzled expression. She glanced down at Carlos...

Oh no, I thought, as I realized what he was doing. He's going to ruin everything.

Aunt M looked down at Carlos, her expression a mix of pleasure and confusion. His hands were no longer massaging her feet, but rather moving up and down his own crotch. I could see the bulge in his shorts growing larger by the second.

She cleared her throat, trying to regain his attention. "Carlos?" she said, her voice soft and gentle. He jumped, startled, and quickly let go of her feet. "I'm sorry," he stammered, his face flushed. "I didn't mean to... I just..."

Aunt M took both of her bare feet and pressed them against Carlos's raging bulge causing Carlos to gasp with excitement. He quickly looked down for a second to see my Aunt M was wiggling her red polish toes against the bulge in his shorts.

"You're so hard, aren't you, Carlos?" she purred, her voice low and sultry. "I can feel how much you want this." With her other hand, she reached up and traced the outline of his lips through the fabric of his shorts. "Would you like me to help you with that?"

Carlos's heart raced as he nodded eagerly. Aunt M said, "I thought so." With a smirk on her face, she instructed Carlos to lay on his back against the floor with both of his legs spread wide open. Carlos did exactly what he was instructed as his foot fetish queen looked down at him. "Now stay perfectly still..." she instructed as I watched on with eagerness and jealousy as Aunt M continued, "Did you bring an extra pair of boxers this time." Then Carlos again stammered as he was laying on the floor, "I'm sorry Mrs. E but I forgot again." Then my Aunt M just replied, "Well..okay then...try to control yourself and warn me when your about to release."

My Aunt M smiled down at Carlos as she inserted the toes of her right and left foot up the hem of Carlos' shorts (one foot for each of the legs' hem of Carlos shorts). Then she replied, "Remember, you still need to finish massaging my toes and feet!" Carlos stammered, "M...m m...m yes." My Aunt M told him to relax and not be nervous. Then she said, "Are you ready for some foot fun?" Then Carlos again stammered, "Ye...s plea...se Mrs. E. Ye...s plea...se!", while my Aunt opened her mouth with excitement.

She began by slowly tracing the toes of her right foot along the length of his left inner thigh. The softness of her skin against his and the teasing sensation of her toes brushing against his flesh sent shivers down his spine. Carlos let out a soft moan, his hips instinctively beginning to move up towards her. "Oh, you like that?" she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You want more?" Carlos again stammered, "Ye...s plea...se Mrs. E."

I looked on seeing how she was manipulating Carlos' bulge with her toes as best as I can see as her manipulating feet and his cock made contact under his boxers. Carlos was pushing his hips on her manipulating feet insuring good contact with hiss cock. Then my Aunt M said, "Mmm feels good? That's the spot isn't?"

Carlos couldn't help but nod his head in agreement as he felt her toes massaging his swollen manhood. His breath came out in ragged gasps, and he arched his back, pressing his hips harder against her. Aunt M smiled down at him, while I was slid her worn flats under my pants so I could hump her flats while I watched on.

She continued to tease him with her toes, moving back and forth along his thigh, occasionally brushing against the tip of his cock before pulling back. "Oh, you're so hard," she whispered, "Don't lose it yet like the first time.." Aunt M laughed, "we want to enjoy this foot fun." Then I saw her red painted toes of her left foot out through the top waist band of Carlos' boxer. This was then followed by my Aunt M's right painted toes and Carlos' cock sticking out of the top waist band as she used her right foot to make Carlos' cock stick out. Then I saw her straddle Carlos' cock with the instep of her left foot and the sole of her right with the toes rubbing up and down the tip of he's cock head.

Carlos wasn't making any sounds just facial expressions of unbelievable enjoyment.

Aunt M smiled down at him as she felt his cock straining against her foot. She began to move her feet more rapidly, rubbing her soles and toes against his throbbing shaft. The friction was exquisite, driving him further and further over the edge. Then immediately and without warning, I saw Carlos squirt the first stream to which it surprised my Aunt M when she said, "Oops!!!" Followed by a laughter.

Then as Carlos squirted some more, my Aunt M reciprocated by saying a series of "oops, oops, oops..." together with a teasing laugh. I took couldn't take it anymore and could feel wetness coming from the inside of my Aunts well worn flats.

"Ohh my, ohh my!" My Aunt continued to say as she was giggling. I've kind of saw her right knee stopped the slow up and down motion as if in shock of what her feet had done to Carlos. Then she said, "Ohh my god! Its all over your boxers and shirt! Can't you know when you release?" Then Carlos stammered, "It just f...f...feels so g..g..good Mrs. E."

My Aunt M laughed again and said, "Well, I guess I shouldn't complain, right? It's just foot fun after all." She reached down with her hands and gently pulled Carlos' boxers down, exposing his wet and sticky member. She giggled again as she took the flattened palm of her hand and wiped off some of the semen onto his stomach. Then she took the other hand and wiped her own palm clean.

She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, her breath warm against his skin. "You're a very naughty boy, Carlos. But I guess that's why we like you, right?" She grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Now, since you got your treat, I need to continue to massage my toes and feet."

Carlos still trying to catch his breath. "Yes, ma'am." He reached up to pull his boxers back up, and sat back on the bed beside my Aunt and proceeded to massage her feet and toes that still had some of Carlos seaman glistening on them.

Aunt M smiled down at him, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Oh, that's nice. You know just how to touch a lady's feet." She leaned back against the headboard, enjoying the sensation of his strong hands kneading her tired muscles. "Now, remember, you don't get a second treatment of foot fun, this is my turn."

Carlos nodded, his gaze fixed on her feet and began to massage them with a light touch, paying special attention to them as I slid out of the crawl space and returned back to the backyard hammock to enjoy a glass of ice cold lemonade. A few minutes later, Carlos made he's way out of the house and a visible a big wet spot on his shirt and shorts.

THE END