You wasted no time as you began sprinting to your mother's foot. The closer you got, the more pathetic you felt as it seemed she was getting even bigger. You ran between her towering toes to reach the front of her foot. You decided it would be best to not climb the front of her toe. As you approached, you could tell her feet were sweaty. The smell was obviously in the air, making everything musty, and her skin was moist. Down here on the floor was cool. (Y'know, cold lowers, heat rises. Science stuff)
Her moist skin was perfect for you even though you'd rather not engulf yourself in her sweat. As you make contact with you hands, you felt that you had grip. You quickly start climbing, reaching for the soft, moist ridges in her skin. As you approached the half way mark, your whole world shifted harshly as she slid her foot to the side to turn back around. Had her foot not been moist with sweat to give you grip, you would have most likely fallen off.
Suddenly, everything shoots upward as she makes a step. You held on as tightly as you could, screaming. One false move or slip, you're a dead man. Her foot pounded down, and one of your hands slip off. You hang on desperately with your other hand, looking down at the high height. You come back to your senses and swing your body back over to grab hold again. Everything shot upward again as she went to take another step. You had to be going from 0 to 500mph within a second. You are unsure how you have managed to stay on even after one step. As she stepped back down, you managed to keep hold. You looked up to see her towering form. In the recesses of your mind, you kind of wish she wasn't your mom, but a complete sexy stranger or a girlfriend. Her massive form compared to your insignificant size made your heart race and pump adrenaline through your body. You fought your hardest not to get turned on by the ordeal. As he other foot made contact, you could see the skin on her thigh ripple; a sign of nice juicy thighs.
Everything went to shit once again as she went to take another step.
You manage to hold on until she reaches the front door. You just realized that your mom takes an early morning jog every weekend morning! Her foot raises, and hovers over her dirt stained pink converse. She's had this pair for at least over three years! As she starts lowering her toes in you begin yelling.
"Mom! Please don't! I'm in between your toes! Please! Don't do this! I'll die!"
She doesn't hear you. Everything gets darker as her toes enter, along with the rest of her foot until her heel rests flat. You can just see as some light passes through the fabric of the converse. But some of the vision was obscured by the strong smell of foot odor and musty sweat coming off your mom's foot. You feel her bend down as she begins to tie her shoe.
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