Mom's Precious Shoe

Part 2 - The Mall

We arrived at the mall, and mother instantly proceeded to make me regret accompanying her.

"Let's first go to the kitchen section because I've been meaning to buy a new Crockpot for the longest."

I barely knew what a Crockpot was, but I followed her around the store and listened to her rabble on about this and that.

My mother was wearing a white summer dress that came down a little below her knees, and sandals that complimented her recent pedicure. She also put on a bright, vibrant red lipstick that matched her red toenails, and for some reason, the red lipstick had me imagining what it would be like to feel her lips pressed against -

Why am I sexualizing my mother so much recently? First the black heels, then the sandals at dinner, and now this. I was becoming a pervert that would vindicate all of Freud's theories.

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We eventually made our way to the shoe department, and it felt like my brain was going into overdrive. I knew I should've rubbed one out before accompanying my mom on this trip.

"Alright honey, I'm going to try some shoes on, I'll text you when I'm done."

"No that's okay mom, I'll hang out with you while you try shoes on."

"You have just been on your best behavior today. Maybe your ex-girlfriend left you with some good manners after all," my mother said giddily as she danced towards the shoe section, "okay, let's shop!"

After picking out three different pairs of expensive heels, my mother sat down in a chair and called a sales associate over.

"Can I get these shoes in size 8.5?"

"Why of course mam, I'll be right back."

The sales associate looked like he was around my age, just out of school. I wondered how a 24 year old could afford to do anything with the paltry salaries they pay sales associates. The sales associate was on the shorter side, about 5'7, and was thin but not skinny. Just an average build.

"Hello mam, we had only two of the heels in your size. The third we only have in a 7 and a 10."

"That's okay, I'll just be checking out these two then." My mother then proceeded to remove her sandals and offer her foot to the sales associate.

The sales associate put the first pair of heels on my mother and had her walk around to confirm she liked the fit. While my mother was walking, she banged her foot against the display table, hitting her little toe.

"Son of a bitch! Ouch!" My mother yelled out.

The sales associate ushered my mother back to her seat, and hurriedly removed the heels.

"If you don't mind mam, I can massage your toe for you to relieve the pain."

"What?" I thought to myself. I may not be privy to what services shoe salesmen typically offer clients, but I was fairly certain this was crossing a line.

"Oh yes please, pressure would definitely help alleviate some of this pain," my mother said as she presented her foot to the sales associate.

I noticed myself starting to look at this sales associate as an enemy. What right does he have to hold and caress my mother's foot? Especially right in front of me. I was becoming filled with jealousy.

The sales associate gently took hold of my mother's right foot, and began massaging her little toes in a circular motion.

"Oooooh, that feels soooo good, what's your name hun?"

"Ryan."

"Well Ryan, this feels absolutely magnificent," mother cooed, "don't you dare stop."

I sat there as Ryan continued to put his grubby hands on my mother's feet.

Ryan then inserted his finger in between my mother's pinky and fourth toe and wiggled it.

"Ooooooh Ryan, I may need a cigarette after this."

I was filling to the brim with jealousy. Ryan had free reign over my mother's feet, and there was little I could do except watch my mother excite herself beside me.

Ryan looked like he was enjoying feeling my mother's foot up, but he was playing it cool. Without taking his eyes off of my mother's toes, he said, "if you're ready, we can try on the second pair of heels."

"Oh Ryan, I was just getting started, but if you insist, we can go ahead with pair #2." I was wondering if my mother even knew I was still sitting next to her.

Ryan put the second pair of heels on, and my mother began walking around the store to confirm she liked them.

"I just love the open toe heeled shoes, they show off my fabulous pedicure, don't they honey?" My mother said to me, finally acknowledging my presence again.

"Yea mom...those shoes look good," I said in a somewhat brisk manner.

After a few minutes of trying out the shoes, my mother sat back down. "Ryan, if you would be so kind as to take these shoes off and box them, I think I'll purchase this pair."

"Excellent mam," Ryan said as he began taking my mother's heels off.

"Oh my, my feet feel quite damp having walked around the department in them. I wish there were a fan I could hold them up against, but I'd be so embarrassed if everyone in the shoe department had to breathe in the air that was against my feet."

The thought of such an event gave me the biggest erection.

"Mam, it is a little unorthodox...but I could blow on your feet," Ryan told my mom.

I was beside myself. There is no way my mother would agree to such a -

"Ryan! That seems a little dirty. Mikey, do you think that sounds weird?"

"It does sound a little weird mom, having a sales associate blow on your feet in the middle of the department."

"I know, but I don't want my foot sweat to make my sandals all smelly...Ryan, if you could, would you blow on my little tootsies and get them all nice and dry."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. What began as a simple trip to the mall had devolved into softcore foreplay with the college dropout sales associate.

Ryan began blowing on my mother's feet and she "oooohed" and "aaaahed" during the process.

"Ryan...honey...that feels so good, get a little closer so my feet can really get dry"

Ryan drew my mother's feet within inches of his face and started to blow.

"Oh, I feel so foolish! My sweaty feet are right in your face darling. I hope they don't smell stinky."

"It's absolutely fine mam, your feet smell just fine," Ryan stated as he continued blowing air on my mother's feet.

"Really? I'm relieved to hear that. I should only need you to blow a few more seconds, they're almost dry."

I noticed that instead of inhaling with his mouth, Ryan was breathing in through his nostrils. The sick pervert was getting a lungful of air directly from my mother's sweaty, recently pedicured feet. I was so disgusted and turned on by what I was witnessing I felt like vomiting and cumming. Last night I had been reduced to sniffing my fingers I pressed into my mother's, and this random drop out literally has my mother's sweaty feet directly in his face.

"Okay Ryan, I think my feet are dry now, thank you so much for your excellent customer service."

Ryan looked slightly disappointed, and proceeded to put my mother's sandals back onto her feet.

"My little tootsies thank you Ryan, since you've spent so much time with them, why don't you give them a kiss goodbye."

"Mother!" I said.

"What?! It's not that serious and I'm only half-joking. He didn't seem to mind the smell of my feet, and they're going to miss his special-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Ryan pursed his lips and gave each of my mother's pinky toes a peck. If I didn't know better, it looked like, for a brief second, my mom's candy painted pinky toe had entered Ryan's mouth...

"Haha! See Mikey, Ryan is fun. Thank you so much darling. Hopefully I'll see you again soon," my mother said as we stood up. Mother then paid for the heels, and left the store.

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I was awfully quiet on the drive home. I was upset that my mother would let just a random guy feel up her feet. Did she know the things a man would do to sniff her foot? How could she give it up so easily?

"Honey? Mikey darling, are you okay?"

"Yea, I'm fine mom, why do you ask?"

"Well you've been awfully quiet on the drive home, not that you're ever very talkative when it comes to shopping, but you seem to be quieter than usual."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," I retorted, while inside being hurt that she would indulge in foot play with a random stranger.

"Well, if anything is bothering you, you can always talk to me Mikey."

I'm pretty sure I can't talk to you about my demented obsession with your feet.

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Mom's Precious Shoe: Part 3 - Sticky Toes, coming soon.