Walking back in, she turned her head to see something she really didn't expect; you were knelt in front of the sofa while your sister rested her dirty, smelly socked feet on your face. The weirdest part was that you weren't struggling, you were just sitting there smelling them. "Ahem." your sister immediately swung her feet off your face while turning her head to see who it was. When confronted with the fresh air, your red face took a deep breath and smiled, until you saw your mother. Both of their faces dropped, Amy flushed with guilt, and yours blushing with shame.
"What was that just now?" she demanded to know, you were so embarrassed that you were caught doing something you never wanted anyone to see, let alone do in the first place. Your sister knew she was in trouble and started fumbling "B-..I-...He-..." but your mother cut her off. "Why were you using Stan as a footrest?" She demanded! Suddenly Amy was hit by the brain wave of the century. "Well, Mom, he has a foot fetish!" she said boldly, your mouth dropped and you were about to speak before Amy turned her head to you with the look you knew all to well; the "Do it or die" look. Turning back to your mom, she started to convince her "You saw, he wasn't trying to get them off or leave because he loves feet. For a while now, Stan's been begging me to let him do all sorts of things to my feet."
Your mother had a look of disbelief, but when she finally absorbed that and the fact you didn't object, it must have been true! She smiled pleasantly, walking around and sitting on the couch. "Oh Stan why didn't you ever tell me?" You didn't know what to say, now you had to tell your mother why you didn't "choose" her feet. "I-..Er...Thought you would be mad and think I'm a freak?" You tried, Amy was sporting a confident smile but in her head she was screaming victory cries. Gina finally said "Oh I don't, and when I get back I don't mind helping you indulge in your liking for feet! In fact." She took off her sandal and raised her foot to your face, it was almost as big as Amy's. Her dirty, size 8 soles were caked in dirt turning them a murky brown.
"Give my foot a quick cleaning." You swallowed hard, you felt like bursting into tears but the week while your mother was gone would be even worse if you messed this up and got Amy in trouble. Leaning forwards, still on your knees, you took hold of her foot and brought your face close. You took a deep breath and started coughing, but managed to move in close despite the smell so intense you'd rather bathe in Amy's foot sweat. Sticking your tongue out all the way, you began licking across the ball of her foot. You could taste the grime and the acrid tang of foot sweat. Gina was taken aback by the feeling of your soft, wet tongue worshiping her foot. After a short while of licking the ball, you moved onto the arch where there was much less dirt. That barely took two minutes but it was still the most degrading thing you'd ever done especially with your evil genius of a sister watching her handiwork come to life.
Finally, you started sucking the dirt from her heel while sliding your tongue over it. Five minutes later your mother looked at her watch and realized she was running late and you were free. Gina got a mean smile on her face, trying to play into what she thought her darling son wanted with his fetish for being dominated with feet "Beg for me to let you do this again when I get back and seal it by kissing my big toe." You swallowed what grime you still had on your tongue and said "Mom, I'm on my knees, I'm begging you. Please give me the honor of becoming your....foot slave." There's a sentence you never thought you'd say to anyone, least of all to your own mother! You placed your pursed lips on her big toe and gave it a soft kiss. She laughed, rubbed your head and kissed Amy on the forehead. "Well bye you two, I'll be back in no time." She got up and left having forgotten what she came back in for.
You started coughing and spitting up what you'd just taken in while Amy burst into a fit of maniacal laughter. "I've done it! I got mom to make you her foot slave! And now that she thinks you like it I'll be able to use you too!" You started to object. "What if I t-" She cut you off and continued "And if you EVER tell mom you don't like feet, I'll punish you so bad you'll wish you could go back to licking the grime off of my toes..." Her tone had changed from total bliss to something that made you nod your head and gulp in fear.
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