Good boy

Amy took the glass fully from my hand, and I dropped to my knees with a desire I had never known I had.

"Get this one first"

She held out her right foot, inches from my face, and my hands rushed toward it with fervor. She giggled like a teenage girl.

"Calm down now. Be gentle with mommy's feet, they are vey sensitive right now. Can you do that?"

"Yes mom"

I said and took a deep breath, faint with a hint of lotion and vinegar. I grabbed the oil and started slowly, sliding my hand down the top of her foot, my other slowly caressing from heel to toes making her smooth legs slippery and glistening. She moaned and my cock pulsed. I took each toe between finger and thumb, gently bent them, twirled my fingers around them, and spread them. I used my thumb along the deep set of her arch.

"Just like that," she murmured breathily

"good boy." A whisper escaped through her sultry rosy lips.

I felt on the verge of busting in my shorts like an unexpected exclamation point. I leaned in closer, my erection pressed hard against the ottoman. Her toes were bending back and forth inches from my mouth. My hot breath came in ragged waves. She had to have felt the heat.

"Now," she said and pulled her foot back, "this one next, Don."

Amy extended the other foot to me, bending the previous one so her skirt spread out, black panties barely visible. I pressed my erection deeper into the ottoman and grabbed the new foot with both hands. I rubbed the joint under her big toe, she moaned, I wanted to groan. I ran my thumb along the underside of her toes and she clenched them around my finger, blue nails bent.

I chanced a glance up, her eyes were closed, head back, wine leant haphazardly along the arm of the couch. My eyes trailed down her smooth pale neck framed by brown curls. The flowery knot had come undone on her nighties and the full mass of her cleavage was in view.

Her hips were slightly arched now, legs spread wide, her empty hand rested on her thigh, fingers curled under the hem of her skirt. Her smooth, thick thighs ran into a gentle curve of calf, down to a beautiful foot.

My mouth was open and dry. Arid from repeated hot breaths as her toes twinkled inches away from my lips. The shows and stories have it all wrong, you don't salivate, your mouth goes dry, and all you can think about is getting some liquid. I didn't dare take a sip, too afraid the can would make my hand cold and she'd tell me to stop. Instead, my mouth grew drier and my lips drew nearer her toes. My hands, gently caressed every inch of her beautiful foot, and my eyes stared unneringly into the blue of her nails.

"Go ahead" she said and broke my trance.

I looked up like a kid who had gotten caught looking at nudey magazines.

"What?!" I was loud.

She was quiet, "Go ahead. You know you want to."

She lifted her foot up the last few inches until her toes almost touched my lips.

"Kiss mommy's toes." I looked into her eyes with hopeful disbelief, and she just smiled and nodded.

"Go ahead."

Ever so gently, my lips touched her toes, my eyes locked on hers.

Her smile widened and she whispered."Good boy. Now don't forget the rest."

I kissed each toe, risking a bit of tongue on the pinky toe. She moaned, and I instinctively humped the ottoman. With that moan I became more brazen, openly licking each toe before kissing it. My hands drifted to her ankle, her big toe entered fully into my mouth and I sucked. "Mmmm," she moaned, "just like that."

I licked along the arch of her foot, my hands creeping further up her calf. I looked up, her head was back, wine forgotten on the table, one hand gripping the seam of her blouse as another button came undone. Her skirt was fully hiked up now, legs spread wide to display a pair of panties so thin I could see the outline of her treasure.

Her other hand trailed back and forth along her inner thigh. I humped the ottoman again.

I trailed my tongue from heel to toe then took all of her toes into my mouth at once. Oh how I wished this moment would become a reality all through my life!. If this is a dream ,please don't wake me up. A sudden moan interrupted my twirling tongue.

"Haaa...Good boy." She cooed.

A sudden mischief passed through her seductive green eyes. Amy slid her hand into her nighties and cupped one of her breasts, the other hand having finally made it to the fork of her dripping vagina, fingers slowly curling.

Small but consistent sloppy wet sound were made. I knew it was wet, not because she's horny. It was the man juice that filled her up earlier. I slid my free hand down to my own excitement and squeezed my cock. I groaned, she moaned. I licked and pumped, while she groped and twirled.