Peggy was so confused. It had happened again. Her shoes had been moved out of place. She liked keeping them very orderly, but lately she’d been finding her shoes mixed up and not where and how she left them. Peggy lived alone with her son Billy, and their husky dog Charlie. Being a 41 year old single mom wasn’t easy, especially having to clean up after her messy son. At 18 you would think he would pick up after himself. But Peggy always kept her room perfectly tidy, and she always kept her bedroom door closed so she knew Charlie wasn’t the one behind the shoe mystery. It had to be Billy. But why would her son move around her shoes. What was his interest in them. She had to get to the bottom of this. Billy got home everyday around 3:30pm. Every Friday Peggy had a girls night out with her friends Susan and Julia. Peggy had a plan. She would come home a little early on Friday, and hide in her closet until Billy got home. She could leave the door cracked a little and wait to see if Billy really was behind the jumbled shoes. She felt guilty about spying on her son, but she just had to get to the truth.
Friday finally came, and all Peggy could think about was tonights spy game. She started to think maybe Billy was wearing her shoes for some reason. She started picturing him in her sneakers, her flats, even her high heel pumps. That last image made her laugh. 3 o’clock couldnt come fast enough. Peggy raced home, parked her car around the corner, so Billy wouldn’t know she was home, and upstairs to her bedroom. She slipped off her favorite flats she had worn to work today. Peggy was a secretary, and was behind a desk most of the day. She loved that she could wear her flats, without socks of course, to work everyday. The only problem was that her feet would sweat so much, that her flats would stink incredibly bad at the end of the day. The smell was so strong that sometimes while sitting at her desk she would slightly slip off one of her flats to scratch an itch, or to get her feet some air, and the stench of her feet would rise right up to her nose. Sometimes the smell made her gag. Peggy had always been embarrassed of her foot odor. She had these pair of flats for years, so there was always at least a hint of her stink even after she sprayed them with sole fresheners. When Peggy slipped them off in her room the smell hit her right away. She laughed and decided to leave these out with her other shoes. “These will scare him away” Peggy said out loud to herself with a smile on her face. She went into her closet and left a slight crack open.
About 25 minutes later she heard the front door close. Billy was home. Hopefully soon Peggy would have some answers. She heard the sound of a plate in the kitchen, so she knew Billy was making himself a snack. About 15 minutes later she heard Billy come up the stairs and close his bedroom door. Soon innovia escort after the sound of his videogame system started blaring. Another 45 minutes past and still nothing. Peggy decided she would give up and just quietly make her way downstairs and leave. Just as she was about to leave the closet she heard Billy’s video game stop. She hunkered down and waited. 5 minutes later her bedroom door began to open. Finally Billy was making his way in. She knew it. She waited anxiously to see what he would do.
Billy stood at the foot of the bed for what seemed several minutes just looking down and his Mom’s shoes. Back and forth his eyes moved, almost as if he was trying to make a decision. “What the hell is he doing?” Peggy thought to herself, as Billy just stood there with his eyes wide, staring at her shoes. Finally Billy began to move. He got down on his knees directly in front of his mother’s shoes. He slowly reached out and grabbed one of her gym sneakers. Peggy worked out 4 times a week, and always wore her dependable sneakers she’d had for years. by the end of her workouts, her socks were soaked with sweat. All that sweat would seep through into the soles of her sneakers, but they had held up well. In a whisper to her self Peggy said “Why is he holding my stinky gym shoes?”
Billy slowly brought her right sneaker close to his face, pulled the tongue out, folded it upwards and held in in place with his index finger. What happened next both shocked and confused Peggy. Billy proceeded to put her sneaker all the way up to his face, and buried his nose as deep as it could go into it. She could hear, and see Billy taking as deep of breaths as he could, while holding the shoe as tight to his face as he could. Peggy was bewildered. Here was her son, her smelly sneaker in hand, trying to breathe in as much of her sweaty foot stench as possible. “Why is he doing this? How is he enjoying smelling my foot stink?” Peggy thought to herself. She had heard of different foot fetishes, and always thought they were weird. Plus with her foot odor problem, she had always been too shy to let any man anywhere close to her feet if they hadn’t been thoroughly washed and perfumed.
Billy continued on for about 3 minutes before putting the sneaker down. Peggy had solved the moving shoe mystery, but now she had an even bigger mystery on her hands. Why was her son smelling her dirty shoes? And was he enjoying it. Peggy didn’t have to wait too long to get her answer. Billy began sniffing around, as if he caught the hint of something in the air. After a few seconds his eyes zeroed in on the flats Peggy had worn all day at work. She had left those there jokingly, thinking Billy would recoil and run out of the room. Instead Billy was drawn to them. He grabbed her left flat and quickly buried his nose in it. Peggy couldn’t istanbul escort believe her eyes. Her son had her disgusting, rank, vinegary, sweat soaked flat up to his face, breathing in her foul foot fumes. Peggy was beside herself her son must have a serious psychological problem. Not only was he into the smell of stinky feet, but he was into his own mother’s stinky feet.
Any doubt as to if Billy was enjoying what he was doing, was dissipated as Billy began to moan as he breathed the inside of his mom’s flats. They were sexual moans. Peggy came to the horrifying realization that her son was not just curious about his mother’s foot smells, but that he was sexually aroused by them. A fact that became more apparent as Peggy began to see a tent begin to rise in her son’s shorts. Her eyes opened like saucers at what she saw next.
Peggy was beside herself at the sight of her son Billy, breathing in deep from her smelly flat, and getting an erection from it. Peggy had seen Billy’s erection through his shorts several times before. It’s a normal occurrence when you have a young man in the house. They seem to get uncontrollable arousals, even at the most inopportune times. Peggy always found it amusing the way Billy would try to hide his erections, as if she didn’t know what he was up to. She had caught a few glimpses of the mound in his shorts, but never looked for long. Plus Billy was always quick to cover, obscure, or just leave the room when he had an erection. This was different though. She was the cause of his erection. At least her feet were. It was completely wrong, and weird and Peggy new she had to put a stop to this. At the same time, Peggy felt a bit flattered that she could turn on anyone that way, and that intensely, simply with her smell. As much as she wanted to deny it, the sight of her son worshipping her shoe, and getting aroused, gave her a rush of excitement. She quickly realized what the hell she was thinking, and decided she would end things then and there.
Just as she stood up, and was ready to reveal herself, and end all of it, Billy put her flat down, and stood up. “Is he done? Is that the extent of what he does?” Peggy wondered. Billy had walked in with his shirt off. He usually walked around the house shirtless. He was lean, but muscular for his age. Many times in the past, Peggy had looked at her shirtless son, and marveled at what a great physique he had, but always just passed it off as pride in her growing boy. Standing in her room, at this moment, all Billy was wearing was his favorite pair of swim trunks. They were simply held up by drawstring cords. Billy stood there for a minute and then reached down and undid the knot in his shorts. Peggy was beside herself. Was her son really going to get totally naked in her room?! Her heart started pounding in her kadıköy escort chest at the anticipation. She debated whether it was nerves or excitement she was feeling.
Slowly, Billy proceeded to lower his shorts to his ankles and then kicked them away. There he was, standing completely naked, in full view of his spying mother. Peggy purposely kept her eyes up towards Billy’s face. It was not right for her to see her son completely naked, especially while spying on him. She thought it would be best to just close her eyes and wait for him to leave. She shut her eyes tight and tried to think about anything but her naked son. She tried to think about her bills, what she would have for dinner, about the filing papers at work. Anything at all. But the one persistent thought, persistent urge that kept filling her head was to take a look at her boy’s penis. She was a horrible person, a terrible mother, a pervert she told herself. There was no reason she should ever want to see her son’s penis. But that being said, she decided she HAD to look. She turned back around to face the closet door. She opened her eyes, and once again she peered out. The first thing she looked at was Billy’s face.
By now he had picked up both her flats, and was going back and forth between them with his nose. Her eyes slowly lowered down to his chest, then his stomach. This was it. She was going to look. She was going to see what her little man was packing. Peggy’s eyes grew as big as saucers. Heat radiated through her whole body, and her pussy pulsed. Billy was standing there, fully erect, with a thick, long, veiny cock, easily 8 inches. Peggy audibly gasped, thankfully not loud enough for Billy to hear. The first thought that entered her mind was that it was the most beautiful, and perfect cock she had ever seen. She had seen her fair share of penises in her life, but none could match up to her own son’s amazing cock. Peggy couldn’t deny it anymore. She was incredibly turned on by her own son. A fact proven all too true when Peggy gave into her lust and slipped her hand under her skirt to rub her pussy. Instantly she could feel her panties were completely soaked.
She watched on , quietly, but feverishly rubbing her pussy through her panties. Billy had had her flats up to his nose for a good 5 minutes. Peggy thought it was incredibly hot that her son could not get enough of her smell. Billy kept breathing in the left flat, but slowly lowered the right one down, and slipped it onto his cock. He proceeded to hump his mothers right flat while inhaling her foot smell from the left flat. His moans got louder as he fucked his mother’s shoe. Peggy was astonished at how involved his fetish was, and it turned her on even more. When was he going to stop? Billy’s moans got progressively louder, and she came to the realization that he was getting close to cumming! Was Billy going to pull out and catch his spunk in his hand, or was he going to cum in her flats?! She loved that pair of flats, but there was no way she was going to stop her son from enjoying his orgasm. Peggy watched on, not realizing she had started to lick her lips.
To Be Continued…