How my fetish developed... yeah, I'm a sick f
I posted this as a response to William7's explanation how he developed his fetish for feet and such.... It's nice to know I am not alone now...
When I was five, I had already been living with my grandmother for two years after my parents car accident. She had my three aunts over for coffee one day. I always played under the dining room table and by accident I crawled under my grandmothers dining room chair. She wore these old style flats that showed her toe cleavage. She giggled when I bumped her leg and told her daughters (my aunts) that I was ticklish. My aunt Jennifer always wore high heel shoes. Aunt Barbara wore sneakers and Aunt Lorrie (short for Lorraine) usually went barefoot in my grandmother's house. Aunt Jennifer pinned me down with one high heeled foot over my wrist and tickled my tummy with the other high heeled shoe. I was in laughing fits when my other two aunts started poking and prodding my arms and ribs. They thought it was funny. Then it happened... my grandmother took off her shoes and instantly, I could smell the aroma of salty-sweet sweaty feet. That smell, even today, still invokes memories of that moment. She had no clue where her feet where about to touch me and I am sure she never would have done it if she had. She couldn't see under the table and she and her daughters kept tickling me with their shoes and feet. One of my grandmother's nylon encased feet came down on my upper thigh and she wiggled her toes, tickling me like mad. Her other came down on my crotch and those toes began wiggling around on my little cock. It didn't exactly tickle... I was getting my very first conscious hardon! Their feet kept tickling me and through all my exhausting giggling and yelling for them to stop, they doubled their efforts. My aunt Lorrie's bare foot trapped my other arm as my grandmother's shoe was accidentally kicked towards my face. It was not even an inch away as my grandmother's foot odor overpowered my olfactory senses. Her foot kept working my hard little cock and they were all laughing not knowing what they were really doing. My aunt Jennifer's free high heel shoe dangled over my head as my grandmother's foot brought me to my first orgasm. It was a dry run of course, but it was my first. That heavy tingle in my cock and balls caused by being held down by two of my aunt's feet and shoe, a high heel shoe dangling above me, the smell of my grandmother's shoe and my grandmother's feet working my cock and pushing me past the brink developed my fetish for feet, high heel shoes, shoe fucking, female foot smell, nylons, and of course i****t.
After that point, I would sneak under my grandmother's bed at night while she slept and place one of her well worn house slippers over my nose and inhale deeply and put my cock inside of the other shoe and rub it back and forth until that tingling feeling overwhelmed me again. I did this for years... I always longed for my grandmother's touch and it actually happened when I was 16. I had been running a fairly high temp and woke up about 6:30 in the morning. My grandmother was in her bedroom next to mine getting dressed for the day. I started screaming out loud because I was so disoriented. She ran into my room to see what was wrong... she hadn't put her bra on. She was slightly larger than average size I would guess. A small D cup. Anyway, she came in and flipped on the light and was standing above me. In my delirium I saw her half naked form. She leaned over, her breasts swaying before my eyes as she felt my forehead. She immediately got me up and out of bed. I only wore boxers when I slept. I always felt self-conscious about that, but being dazed it didn't phase me at the time. She led me down the hallway to the bathroom, trying to cover herself here and there as she started running a tepid bath. She pulled down my boxers and stared for a second. She hadn't seen me naked since I was in diapers and I think it surprised her I had pubic hair. She grabbed my arm and helped me into the water. I laid down as she splashed water on me. I didn't care at that point if I were green and purple. I was running a temp and she was helping me. Needless to say, seeing her breasts caused my cock to slowly harden. She grabbed a washrag and began running it over my body. Her other hand ran up my leg and brushed my cock as she splashed water on my chest. My dick was at full mast. She smiled and took a firm grip on it. She said something along the lines of "Boys will be boys". I had, had my first wetdream (my friends mom was rubbing my body in the dream) at age 13 so I was fully functional at that point. She started stroking my cock and it didn't but about 8 or 9 strokes until I exploded in her hand. She kept running her fingers up and down my shaft well after I had cum. My sperm was in the water and all over me. She had me stand up then pulled the plug in the tub to drain the water and started the shower so I could clean up. She pulled the curtains closed. My head was spinning from the orgasm and the temperature I was running. I couldn't believe what had just happened. My Grandma Jean had just jacked me off. I started soaping up when I heard her footsteps coming towards the bathroom and then I heard the door close. I heard some rustling outside of the curtain and then she stepped in. She kissed my forehead and admitted to me that she always found me attractive. I was sick to my stomach and also giddy at the same time. She took the washrag and soaped it up some more then told me as she ran it over my chest, she came had home early from work and saw me masturbating in my room and since then had fantasies of seducing me. That started a five year i****tual relationship with my Grandmother. I told her about the tickling experience when I was five and she actually indulged me. After the evening news was over, she would lock the house up for the night and she would have me sit naked, Indian style before her in front of her rocking chair. She would take off her shoes and having me place one over my mouth and nose and order me to smell it as she placed both of her nylon encased feet around my cock and stroke me. She knew the game... I would beg her to stop and she would say, "No, not until you squirt for me!" I would cum so hard. There were a few times where she would tie me to her bed posts and edge my cock with her hands until I had tears running down my face and pleading with her to let me "squirt" (I didn't know about the word 'cum' yet).
During college I would come back for the various breaks and we would pick up where we left off. She was well into her 70's the last time she used her feet. Through all the years though, she never took my virginity. She would use her hands, mouth, feet, breasts and thighs (when she play spanked me) to bring my off. The closest I ever got to having it inside of her was when I was 20. She straddled my waist and ran it up and down her pussy crack and her hand gently stroked the topside up my cock until I came in her pussy hair. I so wanted her to fuck me, but she never did. I very last time we "played" was when I was 28 and married. She was 81 or so. I came for a visit and she had me stand next to her and pull down my pants. She popped out her top denture and sucked me in. Her mouth knew exactly where my weak points were. The best part was that she took off one of her stinky worn slippers and had me hold it to my face and inhale as she made me cum. She passed away in her sleep about a year later. I ended up getting divorced a few years after that with no k**s to muck up matters. The divorce was because I am so screwed up sexually in my head. My ex-wife couldn't understand why I wanted to smell her shoes and fuck her feet. Dumb bitch. To this day, I still fantasize about my grandmother.
When I was five, I had already been living with my grandmother for two years after my parents car accident. She had my three aunts over for coffee one day. I always played under the dining room table and by accident I crawled under my grandmothers dining room chair. She wore these old style flats that showed her toe cleavage. She giggled when I bumped her leg and told her daughters (my aunts) that I was ticklish. My aunt Jennifer always wore high heel shoes. Aunt Barbara wore sneakers and Aunt Lorrie (short for Lorraine) usually went barefoot in my grandmother's house. Aunt Jennifer pinned me down with one high heeled foot over my wrist and tickled my tummy with the other high heeled shoe. I was in laughing fits when my other two aunts started poking and prodding my arms and ribs. They thought it was funny. Then it happened... my grandmother took off her shoes and instantly, I could smell the aroma of salty-sweet sweaty feet. That smell, even today, still invokes memories of that moment. She had no clue where her feet where about to touch me and I am sure she never would have done it if she had. She couldn't see under the table and she and her daughters kept tickling me with their shoes and feet. One of my grandmother's nylon encased feet came down on my upper thigh and she wiggled her toes, tickling me like mad. Her other came down on my crotch and those toes began wiggling around on my little cock. It didn't exactly tickle... I was getting my very first conscious hardon! Their feet kept tickling me and through all my exhausting giggling and yelling for them to stop, they doubled their efforts. My aunt Lorrie's bare foot trapped my other arm as my grandmother's shoe was accidentally kicked towards my face. It was not even an inch away as my grandmother's foot odor overpowered my olfactory senses. Her foot kept working my hard little cock and they were all laughing not knowing what they were really doing. My aunt Jennifer's free high heel shoe dangled over my head as my grandmother's foot brought me to my first orgasm. It was a dry run of course, but it was my first. That heavy tingle in my cock and balls caused by being held down by two of my aunt's feet and shoe, a high heel shoe dangling above me, the smell of my grandmother's shoe and my grandmother's feet working my cock and pushing me past the brink developed my fetish for feet, high heel shoes, shoe fucking, female foot smell, nylons, and of course i****t.
After that point, I would sneak under my grandmother's bed at night while she slept and place one of her well worn house slippers over my nose and inhale deeply and put my cock inside of the other shoe and rub it back and forth until that tingling feeling overwhelmed me again. I did this for years... I always longed for my grandmother's touch and it actually happened when I was 16. I had been running a fairly high temp and woke up about 6:30 in the morning. My grandmother was in her bedroom next to mine getting dressed for the day. I started screaming out loud because I was so disoriented. She ran into my room to see what was wrong... she hadn't put her bra on. She was slightly larger than average size I would guess. A small D cup. Anyway, she came in and flipped on the light and was standing above me. In my delirium I saw her half naked form. She leaned over, her breasts swaying before my eyes as she felt my forehead. She immediately got me up and out of bed. I only wore boxers when I slept. I always felt self-conscious about that, but being dazed it didn't phase me at the time. She led me down the hallway to the bathroom, trying to cover herself here and there as she started running a tepid bath. She pulled down my boxers and stared for a second. She hadn't seen me naked since I was in diapers and I think it surprised her I had pubic hair. She grabbed my arm and helped me into the water. I laid down as she splashed water on me. I didn't care at that point if I were green and purple. I was running a temp and she was helping me. Needless to say, seeing her breasts caused my cock to slowly harden. She grabbed a washrag and began running it over my body. Her other hand ran up my leg and brushed my cock as she splashed water on my chest. My dick was at full mast. She smiled and took a firm grip on it. She said something along the lines of "Boys will be boys". I had, had my first wetdream (my friends mom was rubbing my body in the dream) at age 13 so I was fully functional at that point. She started stroking my cock and it didn't but about 8 or 9 strokes until I exploded in her hand. She kept running her fingers up and down my shaft well after I had cum. My sperm was in the water and all over me. She had me stand up then pulled the plug in the tub to drain the water and started the shower so I could clean up. She pulled the curtains closed. My head was spinning from the orgasm and the temperature I was running. I couldn't believe what had just happened. My Grandma Jean had just jacked me off. I started soaping up when I heard her footsteps coming towards the bathroom and then I heard the door close. I heard some rustling outside of the curtain and then she stepped in. She kissed my forehead and admitted to me that she always found me attractive. I was sick to my stomach and also giddy at the same time. She took the washrag and soaped it up some more then told me as she ran it over my chest, she came had home early from work and saw me masturbating in my room and since then had fantasies of seducing me. That started a five year i****tual relationship with my Grandmother. I told her about the tickling experience when I was five and she actually indulged me. After the evening news was over, she would lock the house up for the night and she would have me sit naked, Indian style before her in front of her rocking chair. She would take off her shoes and having me place one over my mouth and nose and order me to smell it as she placed both of her nylon encased feet around my cock and stroke me. She knew the game... I would beg her to stop and she would say, "No, not until you squirt for me!" I would cum so hard. There were a few times where she would tie me to her bed posts and edge my cock with her hands until I had tears running down my face and pleading with her to let me "squirt" (I didn't know about the word 'cum' yet).
During college I would come back for the various breaks and we would pick up where we left off. She was well into her 70's the last time she used her feet. Through all the years though, she never took my virginity. She would use her hands, mouth, feet, breasts and thighs (when she play spanked me) to bring my off. The closest I ever got to having it inside of her was when I was 20. She straddled my waist and ran it up and down her pussy crack and her hand gently stroked the topside up my cock until I came in her pussy hair. I so wanted her to fuck me, but she never did. I very last time we "played" was when I was 28 and married. She was 81 or so. I came for a visit and she had me stand next to her and pull down my pants. She popped out her top denture and sucked me in. Her mouth knew exactly where my weak points were. The best part was that she took off one of her stinky worn slippers and had me hold it to my face and inhale as she made me cum. She passed away in her sleep about a year later. I ended up getting divorced a few years after that with no k**s to muck up matters. The divorce was because I am so screwed up sexually in my head. My ex-wife couldn't understand why I wanted to smell her shoes and fuck her feet. Dumb bitch. To this day, I still fantasize about my grandmother.
10 years ago
Thanks for your story!!!
Thanks
you just never know what will set us off. or . get us off. cool grandmaw.