Raped By Your Mom's Feet
Cheating Death
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“The hard way!” You defiantly scream up at her. What your mom has suggested is wrong beyond words and your not going to do a thing to help her with her crazy idea to get her skin smoother. The thought of humping not only a big, smelly foot, but your mother’s big, smelly foot leaves you sick. You know she might kill you for saying no, but losing a bit more height was a small price to avoid this distasteful fate.
Your mom stares coldly at you. It looks like she’s ready to blow and you brace yourself for her to squish you again, but slowly her lips twist into an evil smile. “Suit yourself,” she briskly tells you and reaches forward. Expecting to be crushed, you’re instead lightly pinched between her two fingers and lifted up high into the air. A hundred different ways your mom could kill you pass through your mind.
“You really should have taken the easy way.” Her words send a shiver down your spine for some reason. You squirm between her fingers as she pulls her legs apart and bends her legs so the soles of her feet are pointed towards each other. You get a closer look as your mom dangles you in the tiny gap between the bottom of her feet. Wrinkled, stinky feet are at either side of you and you can do nothing as they come together. Two walls of sweaty flesh come together around you, quickly crushing you under the immense weight and pressing you deeply into the clammy wrinkles of the bottom of her feet. Your mother sits with her feet together, your puny body crushed in-between her soles.
“I knew those yoga classes would come in handy,” your mom lightheartedly says, not showing any sign that having you squeezed between her feet is bothering her conscience. You could smell and taste the perfume she wore on her date and all the sweat she had accumulated with every breath that you took. Her foot ground into each other until you felt like every part of your body was about to break. You thought this was how your mom was going to kill you until she started maneuvering you with her feet.
Sliding her soles together, she moved you around like you were nothing more then a pebble caught under her foot. Your body slid along slippery, hot flesh until you were positioned under her unwashed big toes. Trapped between both of her big toes, your mom showed off her foot skills further by keeping you trapped between the smooth fleshes while she rubbed your whole body. Ground into the soft toe flesh, you realize with horror that the constant rubbing has made you go erect.
“There we go,” your mother whispers and licks her lips as she feels a tiny little prick against her big toe. You want to scream, but to open your mouth would mean tasting the rancid flesh and sweat. You prefer to remain silent and try to get your body to calm down, which is harder then you expected. The sticky, hot bottom of the toe is disgusting, but it feels pretty good against your member. You try to remember that your trapped between your mother’s toes, but the pleasant haze you felt makes it hard to hold onto that image.
She rubs her toes faster; the sweat becomes a great lubricant. You try to wiggle tour way out, willing to fall and die just to avoid this experience. You try to scream for help, getting a mouthful of slimy flesh and sweat, just like you knew you would. Blindly panicking you fight with everything you have, refusing to do nothing as your first big sexual experience happened with your mom’s big toes. Your struggling only rubs your erection further into the flesh and before you realize it, you let out a load right onto your mom’s big toe.
“Good boy,” you mom’s voice breaks you from the pleasant afterglow of your orgasm. Shame and disgust hits you hard, nearly reducing you to tears. You go limp as your mom fishes you from between her big toes, smiling as if she did nothing wrong. She brings you to her face, smelling her own feet on you. You wonder what she wants now, probably to rub in your humiliation. You think you’d rather be back under her toenail now.
Your mom stares coldly at you. It looks like she’s ready to blow and you brace yourself for her to squish you again, but slowly her lips twist into an evil smile. “Suit yourself,” she briskly tells you and reaches forward. Expecting to be crushed, you’re instead lightly pinched between her two fingers and lifted up high into the air. A hundred different ways your mom could kill you pass through your mind.
“You really should have taken the easy way.” Her words send a shiver down your spine for some reason. You squirm between her fingers as she pulls her legs apart and bends her legs so the soles of her feet are pointed towards each other. You get a closer look as your mom dangles you in the tiny gap between the bottom of her feet. Wrinkled, stinky feet are at either side of you and you can do nothing as they come together. Two walls of sweaty flesh come together around you, quickly crushing you under the immense weight and pressing you deeply into the clammy wrinkles of the bottom of her feet. Your mother sits with her feet together, your puny body crushed in-between her soles.
“I knew those yoga classes would come in handy,” your mom lightheartedly says, not showing any sign that having you squeezed between her feet is bothering her conscience. You could smell and taste the perfume she wore on her date and all the sweat she had accumulated with every breath that you took. Her foot ground into each other until you felt like every part of your body was about to break. You thought this was how your mom was going to kill you until she started maneuvering you with her feet.
Sliding her soles together, she moved you around like you were nothing more then a pebble caught under her foot. Your body slid along slippery, hot flesh until you were positioned under her unwashed big toes. Trapped between both of her big toes, your mom showed off her foot skills further by keeping you trapped between the smooth fleshes while she rubbed your whole body. Ground into the soft toe flesh, you realize with horror that the constant rubbing has made you go erect.
“There we go,” your mother whispers and licks her lips as she feels a tiny little prick against her big toe. You want to scream, but to open your mouth would mean tasting the rancid flesh and sweat. You prefer to remain silent and try to get your body to calm down, which is harder then you expected. The sticky, hot bottom of the toe is disgusting, but it feels pretty good against your member. You try to remember that your trapped between your mother’s toes, but the pleasant haze you felt makes it hard to hold onto that image.
She rubs her toes faster; the sweat becomes a great lubricant. You try to wiggle tour way out, willing to fall and die just to avoid this experience. You try to scream for help, getting a mouthful of slimy flesh and sweat, just like you knew you would. Blindly panicking you fight with everything you have, refusing to do nothing as your first big sexual experience happened with your mom’s big toes. Your struggling only rubs your erection further into the flesh and before you realize it, you let out a load right onto your mom’s big toe.
“Good boy,” you mom’s voice breaks you from the pleasant afterglow of your orgasm. Shame and disgust hits you hard, nearly reducing you to tears. You go limp as your mom fishes you from between her big toes, smiling as if she did nothing wrong. She brings you to her face, smelling her own feet on you. You wonder what she wants now, probably to rub in your humiliation. You think you’d rather be back under her toenail now.
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