When i was younger, mom Ashley sent me to my grandma Susan. I went to live with her because she was very lonely.
I was just 22 years old and finished college. I went to work in a women's shoe store. Life was great.
A nice brick house in Atlanta, in the suburbs. Mom lived across the street. It was a two story house. That meant grandma Susan was on the second floor. I had to sleep with her which was a plus.
Grandma used to be a librarian. She loved books and living with her single mom, she smelled her moms notorious feet smell. She inherited her mother's stinky feet. Her mother also had sweaty feet, called hyperhydrosis. Growing up, Susan massaged her moms tired feet. They were high arched. She inherited her mother's high arched feet. Size 5 high arched feet. She dreamed of someday having her feet massaged.
She would read books to escape her mother's stinky feet. Her mother was an older woman in her late 50s. But her father left her for a younger woman, Who had flat feet. So she decided to become a librarian to fulfill her dream. She met Dontrell in college and soon got married.
Susan was 4'8" tall. She was a woman with huge fleshy breasts, huge round fleshy hips, tiny waist and very high arched feet. After being married to dontrell, he too left her for a younger woman with flat feet. She eventually had a daughter Ashley. Ashley however was the same look as her mother, high arched feet, but she became a bodybuilder. She met Sean in college.
She became a math teacher. She had a son named David. I was born in an African American family. Sean left when i was 3 years old. But my mother's feet stank just like grandma's.
I got to massage mom and grandma's stinky feet when they got home from work. Mom enjoyed the single life and i had a social life when i was a teenager. Many of my friends were middle aged women with high arched feet. We had a book club.
Luckily grandma was a librarian. So we could check out books when we needed. They forced me to massage their stinky feet. But i enjoyed it. But when I was seeing how lonely grandma Susan was, i asked if i could move in with her. I just graduated college and my friends help get me a job at a woman's shoe store.
Holding middle aged women's high arched feet each weekday was causing me a hard on. Luckily i could hide it in my pants. They couldn't see the tent growing. But at home with grandma Susan, I wanted more than to massage her sexy feet. I was falling in love with her. I masturbated just before and after work. Even into Susan's shoes. Her stinky feet made me hard. She thought it was lotion. She was only 62 years old.
I even get to dress her after taking showers with her. Then she starts telling me her fantasies after dinner. Usually when im rubbing her sexy size 5 feet. She accidentally rubs my hard on and starts pulling up her skirt to reveal no panties. She has huge labia pussy lips. She began to rub it furiously. And while giving me a footjob. We came at the same time.
This is when she started to reveal her sexual fantasies to me. I was now 27. She was 67. She said, "i dont have a man in my life. You being a younger man, complete me. I enjoy your foot massages. Then a month ago, i felt a sexual attraction to you. You never complained about my feet and have wonderful hands."
"Thanks grandma Susan." I replied. Her soles arch and wrinkled with intensity. But its when she walks that I see her bra busting boobs size 44kkk jiggle up and down. Her perfectly round fleshy hips, And thick thighs and tiny waist gracefully catch my attention. Only 4'8" tall and she was my grandma Susan.
The house stank of her vinegary foot aroma. I would stay hard. She is not familiar with the foot fetishistic world. But she would ask questions.
