The fascination with the female foot started when I was a teenager. My mother's feet were the object of my curiosity; since she was the one female I saw all the time.
As long as I can remember, she went barefoot from springtime to fall. I do remember it seeming odd to me that she went around the house this way.
Pantyhose covered feet were a special curiosity to me. The nude colored hose made her feet look sexy. It was a special thrill to sneak into her room and touch her nylons and hose. They felt fantastic, especially when I slid one over my hard-on. Kissing her used, hanging pantyhose was one of my favorite things to do.
My curiosity to view turned into a longing to touch one month after my eighteenth birthday. I was at the local "late night" bookstore and I stumbled upon a discount rack of adult books.
I bought two three-packs of books and made my way home. One book really caught my attention. It was about a sex-starved mother who seduced everyone in her path.
The part of the book I wore out reading was where the mother seduced her college bound son. She seduced him by dressing provocatively around the house. Low cut tops, skirts and nylons caught his attention.
Next, she asked him to massage her tired, nylon-clad feet, a couple times a week. After teasing him for some time, she came up with a plan.
His mother gave him money to buy clothes for college but with a stipulation. He had to buy a sexy pair of nylons he would like to see her wear.
He purchased a pair and to his surprise, she wanted to wear them while they sat down together for their movie night. To send him over the edge, she told him he was to put the nylons on her legs before they started the movie.
He did as told and by the end of the night he massaged, kissed and came all over her nylon feet. After that point, I really became attentive to my mom's feet.
I spied looks at my mother's feet whenever I could. In order to do so, I helped out once and awhile with chores that she did. The nightly dishes were my best chance to sneak a peek.
I was treated to a solid fifteen minutes of foot action. I enjoyed her bare feet, but I really enjoyed looking at her pantyhose covered feet.
Sunday was the one-day of the week when she always wore pantyhose, although she usually blocked my peeking by wearing slippers.
I cherished the Sundays where she wore pantyhose without the slippers. On those days, I helped her out every chance I could.
I would take my sweet time drying the dishes in order to get the most viewing time. Sunday was also our family movie night. You could not beat two hours of pantyhose feet watching.
On our family movie night, I moved from the couch to the floor. The floor was the best spot to be treated to constant foot action.
My mom couldn't sit still while watching a movie, so she was always flexing, swinging or rubbing her feet on the carpet.
I loved to watch her little toes flex but my favorite was when she pushed her feet back and forth on the carpet.
Watching her feet moving back and forth in unison was usually better than the movie. She had to have liked the sensation of her feet against the carpet because she did it a lot.
I lay there wondering what it would feel like to have her hose clad feet going back and forth over my face.
One night, the family dog made me totally jealous. I was watching television with my mom while playing with the dog.
I finished playing with the dog and he went over and lay down next to my mom. She was swinging her foot and when she stopped, he raised his head and began licking her heel.
I watched this in wonder for a minute before I spoke. "Why are you letting the dog lick your foot?"
She responded with "He does it all the time. He must enjoy the salty taste"
I asked, "Does it bother you that he licks your feet?" She chuckled at my comment and said,
"Not at all, in fact I kinda like it. His tongue tickles all the nerves in my foot".
The dog licked every inch of the bottom of her foot and then she lowered her foot to the floor and had him lick the whole top of her foot.
I was floored; she definitely was enjoying the dogs tongue bath.
I sat there wondering if I were there instead of the dog, would she still like the tongue bath?
After she was satisfied with the one foot, she moved her other foot over for its turn. I watched with interest and envy as he licked the other foot.
My intent staring was certainly noticed by my mom, but she refused to say a thing about it. I saw this again, over a week later on Sunday morning.
I was watching the football pre-game show and my mom was reading the Sunday paper. The dog came in and started to lick her pantyhose covered foot.
It took a few licks for her to register that he was licking her hose. She scolded him and went back to her paper.
Seconds later, he was back at it again. She scolded him again and this time I decided to chime in.
"Since you always let him lick your feet, why don't you just take your pantyhose off and let him continue?"
She paused a moment, lowered the newspaper, looked at me and said, "OK wise guy, come on over here and kneel down".
She stretched her legs out and rested her feet on the coffee table. My mom then said, "Since the dog can't take them off, you can do it for him and drop them down the shoot so they get washed."
I looked at her baffled and she said, "Don't be scared, they are nylons, not pantyhose"
She lifted her dress up to her knees and said oh so softly "Go ahead and take them off, my legs won't bite you"
She watched as my reluctant hands went around her nylon covered leg and slid up her dress. I was in heaven with the feel of the nylon on her leg.
I crept my way up her leg, realizing that the tops were higher than I thought. I reached the top of her nylon knowing that my fingers were only inches away from her panties.
I started to roll them off when she stopped me. "That's not how I take them off, I'll instruct you,"
She told me to slip my fingers under the nylon and pull to the end of the foot. Then, you take the nylon off from the top of the toes. She watched as I did as instructed on the foot that the dog had licked.
My mom then went back to reading the paper. I stared at the contrast between her two legs. I also was fascinated that this was the first time that I got to hold her delicate foot in my hand.
I now had an extreme close-up of her toes. I marveled how sexy her toes looked covered in the nude nylons compared to the bare ones.
She must've wondered what I was doing because she lowered the paper and pushed her other foot up inches from my face.
