I had a thing for several of my aunts' feet when I was a young boy. Aunt Dorothy always had very dirty and calloused feet. She was either barefoot or wore one of two pairs of extremely well-worn flats about the house. I used to smell the hell out the flats in the bathroom. She parked a pair on the floor of the closet in the bathroom. I used to love smelling her shoes and jacking off on the toilet. They smelled pretty funky and nasty, but I loved the odor. It was intoxicating!

A couple times I stayed at Aunt Dorothy's house overnight and I got lots of dirty sole watching in during those stays. I remember one day she was washing the kitchen floor and I enjoyed ten solid minutes of heel pops and seeing her big ass in white cotton underwear. (By the way, back in the 1950s and 1960s woman always wore loose house dresses and never pants or jeans. That was the respectable way for a woman to dress back then.) I sat on the steps that led from the kitchen to the upstairs, pretending to play with my toys. I loved it when she was on her knees and her feet were almost out of the flats. I loved staring at her filthy calloused soles and heels. She never seemed to notice or maybe she knew and enjoyed the attention I secretly gave her.

One final memory for now, which seems to suggest Aunt Dorothy knew I loved her feet and she enjoyed the secret attention I gave to her. Aunt Dorothy asked me to help her carry several boxes to the attic, which was accessible through the master bedroom by a pull down set of stairs. It was a HOT afternoon and the heat in the attic was nearly unbearable. To minimize the number of times we had to climb the ladder, Aunt Dorothy stood at the top of the ladder and I handed the boxes up to her. There must have been 25 boxes of old clothes and other things she wanted out of the basement (which was damp) and stored in the attic. For the first 10 boxes or so, she was careful to keep her dress tucked between her knees so she wouldn't expose her ass and twat to me beneath her on the ladder. That procedure proved to make it much harder for her to lift the boxes up and place them inside the attic, so she just let it all hang out so to speak. It was much easier for her to handle the boxes with her legs spread apart. Man, I got some great views of her whole works, including the faint stains in her "around the house everyday cotton panties." I loved her fat thighs and how white they looked. The other thing I saw close-up in full view was her filthy soles and calloused heels. I was maybe 3-4 feet away from her feet and a couple times got a whiff of her footstink as her heels popped in and out of her flats. I nearly came in my pants when I smelled her feet! To this day, I recall how wonderfully erotic her feet smelled that day on the ladder. Olfactory memories seem to linger in my mind.

After we had all the boxes in the attic, we had to arrange them neatly along with all the other stuff in the attic. So we both climbed into the attic. We were both sweating like hell at this point. She turned on the single light bulb in the attic so we could see. She said 'I have to sit a spell and rest before we continue.' And so we did. She sat on one of the boxes near the opening to the attic and I climbed down the ladder a bit and sat on the top rung. I was within 3 feet of her feet at this point. Instinctively, she kicked off her flats and said 'Johnny, I hope my feet don't smell too bad, but I have to get them some air to cool down. Besides my arches ache from standing on the rung of that ladder.' Without hesitation I said "Aunty, they don't smell bad to me. For sure, rest your tired feet. How about if I rub them for a bit?' She hesitated to reply and I grabbed her right foot and started massaging it. I added 'My mom likes me to rub her feet.' Aunt Dorothy smiled and cooed 'Oh that feels wonderful. Just what I needed.' I rubbed her smelly feet for several minutes, alternating between the two. She loved it, and so did I!!! Her feet were rough from the callouses and very stinky. They had a funky sweet odor like my mom's. Maybe it runs in the family. In any case, my little pecker was leaking cum the whole time. At one point, I leaned against a ladder rung and at that point I shot a major load of sticky cum into my underwear. It seemed to spurt forever. I could feel it running down my leg and below the end of my summer shorts. I felt dizzy from the smell of her feet in the intense heat and the relief of shooting my wad in my pants. My eyes wanted to cross. At one point Aunt Dorothy said 'Johnny, you Ok? You don't look right.' I assured here I was JUST fine. I announced I had to use the bathroom before we finished. My hands smelled like her stinking feet. I cleaned myself up and we finished off the job in the attic. When we were done, she said 'Here's a quarter. Ten cents is for helping get the boxes into the attic and fifteen cents for the wonderful foot rub.' I smiled and she added 'I might need your services again sometime.' She winked and I assured her I'd help anytime. To be continued...

Dog45 has requested more. Here you go. Another tale from Foot Adventures with My Aunt Dorothy.

I must have been 10 or so. My family visited Aunt Dorothy (AD from here on) on a Friday night. We had a nice BBQ dinner and as usual sat around talking and watching TV after dinner. My Uncle Sam who had way too many beers went off to bed and AD was annoyed because she knew he would be hungover the next morning and they had planned to paint the front porch of the house. My Mom was sympathetic to her sister and said maybe I could stay overnight and help with the job in the morning. 'Yes!!!!' I shrieked at the suggestion. AD looked at me and asked if that would be OK. After everyone left I helped AD clean up the dishes, which she did in her barefeet, and they were deliciously dirty as they always were. Of course, mom had been barefoot the whole time at AD's as well. It was a real toss up whose feet I was going to watch all night -- Mom's or AD's. I watched both hungrily.

After the kitchen was cleaned up, AD asked me if I'd like to have some more cookies and watch the Late Show on TV with her. I was quite receptive to the idea because that would give us time alone and a chance to enjoy more of AD's wonderful feet. AD said she was going to change into your housecoat and that she would give me a pair of my uncle's pajamas to wear to bed. She came back in her housecoat and fluffy slippers. She handed me the PJs, which I donned in a split second. When I returned to the TV room, AD was plunked down on the couch with her feet in her slippers propped up on the arm of the couch. I loved looking at her feet in the slippers, which were well worn and stained from her foot dirt and sweat. AD was a dangler. She loved to bounce shoes of all types on her feet. She was balancing her right slipper on the end of her foot as I sat down. I had three chair choices, but only one appealed to me...the armchair next to the couch and AD's feet!!!! AD told me to sit in the recliner which was more comfortable, but I declined and said I liked the armchair better for watching TV and talking to her. She smiled and thanked me for helping her with the paint job in the morning. She sat up a bit and off fell the slipper from the end of her foot. I nearly died. Instinctively, I reached down and picked up the slipper. It was warm to my touch. How I wanted to sniff it and enjoy its heavenly scent. I started to put it back on her foot and she said "Johnny, how about one of those wonderful relaxing foot rubs like you gave me in the attic a couple months ago. I immediately replied I would be happy to do that. She asked me to join her on the couch, which I did. Then you stretched out her legs and put her wonderful unclad feet on my lap. This was a first and oh my God I about creamed my uncle's PJs in a split second. There they were...AD's dirty calloused feet. I could smell their odor immediately. My little pecker was growing larger by the second. Starting with the right foot I massaged it starting with the toes, which were hot to the touch and then moved to the ball of her foot, then the arch and finally to her heavily calloused heel. I was in heaven! What could be better?

After I had rubbed both feet for ten minutes or so, AD complimented me by saying I had the magic touch with my hands. She said they were healing hands. Then she said something that shocked me but put some things into perspective in terms of young attraction to feet. 'Johnny, you remind me of your Uncle Jack, who had the same touch and used to give all the women in the family foot rubs when he was a young boy and even as he got older. Now Uncle Jack was AD's younger brother, AND quite interestingly Uncle Jack (UJ from here on) sold women's shoes at the largest department store in downtown. I was taken back because this was all news to me. While I knew nothing about foot fetishes back then, I sensed that I had inherited this interest from my mom's side of the family. I replied to AD 'Really? I didn't know that about UJ. He sells ladies shoes doesn't he?' AD replied 'Yes, he has sold women's shoes since he got out of high school. Some folks thought that was kind of strange and thought Jack was a weirdo, but we all understood why he did this for a living.' I was afraid to ask anything more, but I did. 'Why was that AD?' She looked at me holding both of her stinky feet in her hands, smiled at me and deliberately wiggled her feet in my hands for several seconds. 'That's why Johnny.' And then she poked me in the tummy with her right big toe. I gulped but said nothing at this point. I knew she was telling me I was like my UJ and that I shared his interest in feet. 'Please continue that foot rub. It feels SO good.' And that is just what I did. My pecker had gone from being totally up to being totally down. I was taken back by all this.

As I look back, I know so much was left unsaid because to say too much would destroy what AD and I shared together. Upon reflection, she wanted to let me know that she knew I loved feet and was attracted to her feet, but she did not want to take the conversation to a place where both of us were uncomfortable. So we left it at that. I rubbed her feet until we both were very sleepy and she poked me in the tummy again to wake me up. 'Hey we had better get to bed. We have work to do in the morning and Uncle Sam won't be in any position to help us.' She gritted her teeth and added 'All he does is work and drink.'With that, I followed AD up the back steps to my bedroom. To be continued...

Adventures with Aunt Dorothy's Feet (Part 3): Learning Even More about my Foot Fetish

New readers should read Part 2 before starting on this chapter.

I must have been eleven or so and had had several adventures with Aunt Dorothy's (AD's) sexy feet since the adventure described in Part 2. This adventure started innocently enough. It was wintertime. AD asked if I could shovel her walkway when it snowed. We agreed she'd pay me fifty cents each time I shoveled. Uncle Sam was drinking even more and working late hours. I quickly agreed since we had such a nice "relationship." One cold and very snowy January Saturday afternoon AD called the house and asked if I would come over and shovel the walk and driveway because she had to go out for some shopping. I pulled on my coat and boats and cap and trudged the four blocks to her house. It was very cold and AD promised me an extra quarter for the job today. I loved the money, but loved even more seeing her feet. I shoveled for almost two hours and finally got everything cleared off. AD looked out at the streets and sighed "This snow is too much to drive in. Why don't you come in honey and I will make you some hot chocolate to warm you up." I agreed and removed al my snow gear. (Must stop here for a while. To be continued...)

that was my first foot experience i had when i posted that, other than staring at them. the only thing i noticed after that was she wore shoes that didn't show any part of her feet.
i had two more experiences though the first i will posting this message the second will be a new post because its about someone besides my aunt. i don't know when ill post it but it will probably be in a few days, and it will have pics and a video.

now my aunts feet part two

i was spending the night at my aunts house again. i was 17 at the time i just turned 18 a few days ago. anyways she was in her room asleep my uncle was gone on work related business. so it left me with her and her dogs. it was around 10:00pm when she closed her laptop and said she was going to bed, not to stay up all night playing video games or watching tv. as she left i looked away from the computer and noticed she was barefoot. remembering the last time i spent the night, i smiled. after a few hours of video games i started getting a little horny. before i continue i must say this, the next day i asked if the dogs woke her up too? and she told me that she is pretty much deaf when she is asleep because the dogs are always barking at night so she tunes them out. back to the story. so i get up and sneak over to her room, one of the dogs following me. i peek into her room and saw her feet out of the blanket her snoring eyes closed. i started going into her room and the dog started barking. so freaked out and ran back into the living room and shut my computer down. turned on the tv and laid on the couch like i was asleep. the dog followed and laid down on the couch opposite to me. after the show was over i looked at the dog and she had her eyes closed so i got up and she opened her hers and raised her head and barked once. i moved closer to where i would be able to leave faster and she got up and laid down with her head looking away from meso i got up silently and sneaked into my aunts room she had moved to face te other way but that was it she was asleep. i was at the end of the bed, i took off my pants, knelt down and licked her feet for about two minutes, then she twitched her foot. so i stopped for a few minutes and masturbated while looking at her feet. i then got the courage up and stuck her left big toe in my mouth and sucked it for about five minutes as i was jacking off, then did the rest to her toes. when i was done there i stuck her big right toe in my mouth and when i was about to switch to the next toe i came(probably the most i've ever done) all the sheet that was on the ground. i freaked out and started rubbing the cum around on the sheet so it would dry faster and shoved it under the bed. shes not said anything about the sheet or anything else. so i hope it dried fast enough.

the next story will be of my cousins feet. i didn't really do anything to her feet but take pictures but the story of me taking the pictures is good.

thanks it was an awsome expierience at the time and thinking back to it makes me horny lol. i'll be trying to get some pics of her feet soon with my new camera.

Here's my cousins feet. Enjoy.

Good stuff mate! Aunt stories are among my favourite sort, as my 'first time' was with my aunt's feet. The story (and several others about my aunt) can be found on here, but due to a slow work day I'm going to re-type it here!

I was 11 years old, and had been aware that I had a 'thing' for feet since I was about 4 or 5. I always got a funny feeling in my 'tummy' whenever I saw female stocking feet on TV or in real life. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it felt good. Staring and feeling that sensation were all I could do until a family holiday at my aunt's house. I wasn't bothered about going, until a few weeks before we were due to go my grandmother happened to say to my mother that my aunt (my father's sister) loved having her feet tickled and massaged.

I'd been paying no attention to the conversation beforehand, but hearing those words was like having a switch flicked in my head. Feet could be tickled, feet could be touched, some women liked having their feet tickled and touched, my aunt liked having her feet tickled and touched. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but this became my prime focus for the fortnight away. My aunt is a blonde haired(well, was, she's gray now, but dyes her hair blonde), slim attractive woman, with a kind personality and, it turned out, seemed to be a demon shoeplayer. She'd normally wear white or tan tights with open toe slippers, or walk around the house in just her stocking feet. I'd sneak peeks whenever I could as my aunt would slip and dangle her stocking feet from her slippers under the table, or on one memorable occassion when she knelt on the kitchen floor to get something while talking to my parents. I made sure to stand behind her, taking in the magic view of her gorgeous white stocking soles as she remained kneeling on the floor.

To be honest, she was a bit of a stranger to me at the time, as I'd not seen her in about 5 or 6 years, and I wondered how I could transform the peeking at feet into playing with her feet. During the day the house would be full - me, my parents and younger sister, my aunt, uncle and teenage cousin - or I'd be out with my family or my aunt would be at work, so my experiences were reduced to peeking and imagining. However, one day my luck changed, and I had absolutely nothing to do with it. We were all together in the living room, the adults talking and my sister and I sitting on the floor. We were near my shoeless aunt, playing a game or another while the adults all talked about this and that. Suddenly, out of the corner of my right eye I saw a slight movement from my sister, and then my aunt. I looked closely, and saw my sister tickling the top and instep of my aunt's right stocking foot! My aunt offered no resistance to this, and so my sister continued. Did she know about my aunt's love of foot tickling, or was it just a co-incidence? I didn't know, but without thinking I joined in, and moved my fingers onto the material of her tights and softly, slowly began to tickle my aunt's feet.

I was lost in the moment; the material of her tights and her feet were both so soft, my fingers gliding over her smooth soles. The adults didn't think it was a big deal, but I was overjoyed. I acted natural and remained calm, and continued tickling for as long as I could. My aunt isn't ticklish at all, but enjoys having her feet played with as it relaxes her. I switched to massaging, feeling her toes, insteps, soles, and heels at which point my aunt complimented and thanked my sister and me for treating her. I carried on for a couple of minutes more, my heart racing like crazy, not believing my aunt was letting me/us do this. It was every good a bit as I'd imagined, but it would get even better.

Towards the end of the holiday my parents would sometimes go out for the night for some time alone. This would then leave my sister and I alone with my aunt. My uncle would often be working late, my cousin would be in his bedroom upstairs with teenage angst, and so my aunt would be left in charge. My sister and I both had lots of energy as you do when you're a kid, and so my aunt would often play on the floor with us. She was never in her slippers, it seemed, only in white stocking feet. We were playing some game or another, me very conscious that my aunt's feet were on full display, when my aunt began to tickle my sister's side, saying she'd 'found a tickle spot'. My sister was giggling away, and to it seemed natural to tickle my aunt's feet. I moved round behind her and tickled her stocking soles, saying I'd found my aunt's tickle spot. Like I said, she's not ticklish but I think she was shocked at the sudden tickling sensation! I tickled just under her toes and along her soles, and as I did her tights creased up under my fingers, wrinkles appearing in the material around her toes and soles as I tickled. I didn't tickle my aunt for long, though, as I didn't want to get into any trouble, but she didn't seem to mind.

I remember feeling quite 'drunk' with excitement at all of this, and it seemed to be contagious. Due to my sister's position on the floor, she told my aunt, who was now standing, that she'd seen her knickers. Instead of feeling embarrassed or scolding my sister, my aunt proceeded to hoist her skirt quickly and flash us, showing red underwear hidden under white tights!! I was taken aback, but also slightly aroused at seeing legs encased in tights for the first time, I was fascinated with how they wrapped around her waist and thighs.

My aunt then said she needed to sit down as we'd worn her out, and settled back into the sofa. I then said we could carry on playing a game as she sat down, lifted her legs into the air and said 'Once upon a time there was an aunty who liked having her feet tickled!', and began to tickle and massaged the soles of each foot as they remained in mid air. My aunt laughed and smiled, and then told me to turn around so I was sat in front of her, but facing away. I did so, and then felt the weight of each foot resting on my shoulders, insteps directly next to my face! This was amazing, my aunt had no idea what she was doing to me, and although they were quite heavy on young shoulders, I left them there as my aunt commented on how comfy she was. I couldn't quite see her feet, but had my peripheral vision blocked by them. There was no smell or odour, but I could feel their warmth from the tickles they'd had. I then realised that I could reach back behind me and tickle her soles properly. I raised my hands and ran them over her feet, and felt my aunt relax and smile, happy with what I was doing. I did it for a few minutes, and then had an even better idea....

I asked my aunt to lift her feet off, and she initially refused, joking that I was her foot stool and she was comfy. I said I had another idea for a game, and that my aunt would like it. She eventually relented, and lifted her feet from my shoulders. I said that my sister and I were opening a beauty parlour, and that she could be our first customer. My aunt agreed, and I said that if she wanted, my sister would brush her hair (she'd taken to doing so during the holiday), and I would massage her feet. Eager to please, my aunt went along with it, but before we started I said to make it authentic she should put her slippers back on, as if she was coming in from the street. My aunt obliged, placed her slippers back on her feet and went outside, carrying her handbag for good measure. Being the elder sibling by three years, my sister was happy to follow my lead, and I said we should gets lots of cushions to make sure my aunt was comfy. We got all the cushions and placed them in a pile on the floor, and then announced to my aunt that we were ready.

My aunt knocked on the door, we said 'Come in!', and she greeted us, saying she was here for her appointment. We ushered her in, and sat her down on the cushions. I had got into the role of the spokesman, and referred to her as 'madam' and myself as 'sir' throughout the whole event. I asked her 'what appointments madam had come in for', and she said that she was having her hair brushed and her feet massaged. I then said that my sister would be looking after madam's hair, and sir would be looking after madam's feet. My aunt seemed happy enough, and then I gave her options.

'Would madam like her feet massaged, stroked, rubbed or tickled?'

Either was good with me, but my aunt opted for tickling, as 'it was more relaxing'. Happy to oblige, I slowly removed her slippers, and began to tickle her soft soles, moving up to her toes and insteps and down to her heels. My aunt commented on my handiwork, saying my touch was 'just right'. As much as I was enjoying myself, though, I've always had a thing for black tights/stocking feet, and had only seen my aunt in white/tan tights throughout the whole holiday. Keeping in character, I said to my aunt 'Sir is getting fed up seeing the same colour tights every day, you should maybe change to black!', to which my aunt laughed, but sadly didn't follow up on (she later told my mother about this a few days after, much to my embarrassment). I continued to tickle her white stocking feet for about ten minutes more, before my aunt suggested that my sister and I swap places and I brushed her hair. I went along with it so as to not look suspicious, but needless to say, I didn't enjoy this as much!

Shortly after it was time for bed, and I lay awake for ages thinking about what had transpired. I knew that my life would never be the same, I'd sampled what I'd thought about for so long, and it was even better than I imagined. I knew it would be 'my secret', and that I would treasure it always. I thought about how cool my aunt was, and if I'd be able to do it again (I would do, as can be seen on these pages). I wondered if she knew how much she'd done for me in the space of one night, unleashing my fetish (not that I knew that was what it was at the time).

You know what, she may have known - the following night I was sat next to my aunt while we all sat in the dark and watched holiday slides on a projector (no Internet in the mid 80s!). My aunt had kicked off her slippers, so I was looking at her feet from the corner of my eye. I slowly slid my right foot over to her left in the darkness, until my right socked foot was faintly touching her left. I kept it there, until my aunt announced she was making drinks. She put her slippers back on and went to the kitchen. Disappointed, I remained in my seat, but was happy with the memories I had. My aunt soon came back with drinks, sat down next to me and kicked off her slippers once more. As she settled down in the seat she grazed my foot with hers...and kept it there! I moved in a bit closer, and my aunt shuffled around again until our feet were in direct contact! I didn't look at my aunt, nor she at me, but I like to think that she knew what I was up to and was happy to help a young foot lover on his way. She certainly did that...

Man, I've rambled on...hope you enjoyed reading, guys, hope it's not too long!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

^^^^ Thanks for the headsup, mate, I'll check it out. As for the lack of responses, I think that some people find it a bit 'iffy' territory, the whole aunt/nephew thing, and I can see their point. However, some guys on here have got off over their mother's feet, so read into that what you will. If you check out the regular story section, there is another aunt stories thread there, most of which are mine! I've not always been squeaky clean with my aunt's feet either, and have been fortunate to suck on my aunt's toes in recent years as well as play with her legs.

Okay, I've checked it out! I liked the detail, and I like the sound of the footjob. I wouldn't class it as incest, as to me it's more sexual that it's the feet rather than the aunt. That's how I feel about it anyway. If people are offended, well....they don't have to read it, do they?

Good stories, mate, and congratulations on getting such experiences.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

Hey thanks so much SmashTV and Anon9439. Much appreciated. I hear ya. ~John

FooJ666, Wow that was some story! How old were you when this took place, if I may ask? Feet tickling and being tickled by my aunts' and mom's feet was a common thing when I was a young sprout.

I used to sneak my mom's shoes, slippers, and stockings into bed with me. I always had to be VERY careful with the shoes and slippers so she did not find them missing. Many times I rummaged through the wastepaper basket in the bathroom or mom's bedroom for the old stockings with runners she'd throw away. I was always careful to empty the baskets throughout the house and put their contents (minus mom's old filthy hose) into the trash can. She always thanked me for being so helpful. Little did she know why I was such a helpful young man. Eh? At one point, I had collected over 20 pairs of my mom's torn and worn-out hose, which I hid carefully under a piece of cardboard in the bottom of my toy chest in my bedroom. Never got caught on that one. Luckily.

I loved it when mom would leave the house to run an errand and she'd leave alone for an hour or so. I would dart up to my room, pull all the toys out of my big toy chest and retrieve the REAL toys (mom's stinking hose) I wanted to play with while I had the house to myself. My favorite thing was to put on a pair of her hose and smell the other pairs while I did "you know what." It was always a turn-on for me to wear her smelly old hose and feel them on my legs and feet. Wearing them made me cum almost instantly. Again, I had to be quick about all of this so I didn't get caught in the act.

I will never forget the day that I threw away my collection of mom's hose. Yep, that was just yesterday. After over 40 years. And they still smelled like her feet after 40 years. Can you imagine? JUST FUCKIN' KIDDIN". I heaved her hose as an adolescent once I took an interest in girls in my school. And THAT was a LONG time ago.

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and yes this is my aunt from the other posts

While we wait on the story by jliferaft I found my second story about my aunt...(which you all have seen before)...soon I will continue with another experience with my aunt, that one will be the last memorable long story. Besides that one, the rest were just brief occurrence.

The first memory is always the one you remember the most & with my first experience with a game like that with my Aunt was truly amazing. Once reading my last story about that first experience…you can truly understand. There were other times that I received that type of treatment…one memorable experience I had at the family reunion…that day I experienced a lot of first's. It was a very hot summer day in July and it was another annual reunion at the Grandparents house. Upon arrival, I truly had no idea as to what this day would bring except good food & boring stories. It was almost predictable on what was going to be discussed & who would be in the conversation. But this year was different then the past ones I was at. Because my Mom's cousin Allyson just got married & everyone was asking millions of questions about the honeymoon & normal things that newly-weds get asked. But my main focus wasn't on them but more on my Aunt Lynn. I kept looking & looking for her but no luck. While looking, I noticed someone in the crowd was wearing these bright pink heels…(this late 80's fashion was still the look in '93) I couldn't tell who it was…but they sure were doing a lot of shoe playing. The eyes of this 12 yr old boy were glued to the wonderful action while I tried to figure who in the crowd was teasing me until a family member asked who was I looking for, so I said who & that's when they said she was inside the house where the cool air was at. I wasn't surprised that everyone wasn't inside…the heat was terrible.

I walked into the house & there sat my Aunt Lynn helping out in the dinning room, making macaroni salad while chatting with some members of the family. I took a few steps closer only because I really wanted to see what she was wearing & to my amazement, I saw that she had on a pair of well worn white moccasins. I'd seen her in the past with those shoes on before, always dangling or playing with them. And what made it even better was the fact that she had no socks or nylons on…just bare…(as you can tell, I love bare over nylons). I continued to look down at her bare feet to admire the view while waiting in anticipation for the shoe play to start. She must have seen me gazing down there at them because instead of teasing me with dangling her sandals, my Aunt said aloud, "Boy is it getting cold in here…my feet are freezing." I instantly looked up at my Aunt to see her winking straight at me while she continued mixing the salad. She loved the fact that I was so infatuated with her feet, she knew that she was the reason that my fetish continued to grow. I wanted to wink back or smile but with other family members around I didn't want my secret to be let out. So I decided to sit on the couch and watch my Aunt Lynn continue to make the macaroni salad while she teased me with her shoe play/dangling under the table. This lasted about 10 minutes & it was intense for me, my eyes would first be looking at her bare feet & then I would look up at her to see her either winking or giving me a devilish smile. Soon enough everyone took either food or plates or cups outside to be served. Being alone wasn't my true agenda, I had feet on the brain. I knew I needed to look or quite possibly get either a sniff or a feel…so I quickly got up from the couch and walked to the door to find my Aunt but just when I got to the door, to my surprise my Aunt walked right back into the house. "Where do think you're going young man!?!"

My Aunt asked me while she stopped me from leaving the house. Before I could responded, she instructed me to sit back on the couch while giving me that smile. Me on one side of the couch and my Aunt Lynn on the other, she told me if I could warm these up for her moccasin wearing feet up and laying them down on the couch. All she had to do was wink at me & I quickly grabbed those moccasins slowly removing them, exposing her tan skinned, white soled bare feet. She began to twirl and flex her toes once her feet were moccasin free. I began to smell the beautiful aroma of her feet filling the air that I was breathing. Noticing that I still had her shoes in both of my hands, I lost all train of thought on what I was doing. A smile appeared on my face and without warning, I quickly brought both shoes to my face and began to inhale the insides of my Aunt Lynn's moccasins. I kept sniffing and sniffing, I couldn't stop, the mix of sweat and leather and years of being worn was intoxicating. With my attention fully on her shoes, I didn't realize that my Aunt was lifting my shirt up and immediately placing both of her bare feet on my stomach. "Ahhh, nice and warm", Aunt Lynn said while I jumped from the surprise of feeling her cold sweaty bare feet. A minute or two passed by, she wanted me to focus on her feet more then her shoes, so she told me to put them down & as I proceeded to lean over the couch to drop her moccasins on the floor, Aunt Lynn quickly wiggled, slid & tickled my stomach with her cold sweaty bare feet. I all I could do was lay back and laugh as she took complete control. My Aunt always enjoyed putting her feet on me, tickling me, it seemed like she was always getting off on the control. And by this age, the fetish had over taking me as I too was getting off.

After several minutes of the tickle fest, my Aunt then got off the couch and laid on the floor, in front of the couch with her legs & feet resting on the couch cushions. She told me that it was Airplane time, so I quickly stood up on the couch, lifted my shirt up. She then slowly raised her feet up to me sliding them just below my stomach, I fell towards them & was lifted upwards immediately. Now granted I was a little bit older so I was still balancing myself on the couch as well, but I was enjoying every moment. Up and down, up and down, I was in heaven, I couldn't believe that I was getting this once again from my Aunt, I was truly lucky. As minutes passed, I was truly getting turned on, but I didn't want her to see & thankfully her legs were blocking her view otherwise I knew this game would be over. Aunt Lynn continued to raise me…lower me and then she would tickle me wildly with her toes. I began to bust out laughing until the door opened and Allyson walked into the house saying it was too hot for her out there. I suddenly froze as I thought to myself, we have been caught, but Allyson immediately said "wow, I remember that game when I was a kid!" "Well get over here then" Aunt Lynn continued, "He's a little heavy so if we balance him together, the weight won't be that bad." So Allyson came over to the couch and slipped out of her pink high heels while saying…"my feet might be a little hot & sweaty from being in my shoes all day", as I watched her expose her tan skinned pink toenail bare feet. Aunt Lynn said "that's ok, I don't think he will mind" resulting in me to look down at my Aunt who gave me a wink.

Allyson then scooted herself on the floor, so that she was right beside my Aunt. My eyes almost popped out of my face when I suddenly felt Allyson put her bare feet on my stomach. Tingling sensations went throughout my body as both women used each other's strength to lift me off of the couch. I was shocked that now, for the first time, I had two pairs of beautiful bare feet on my stomach. They lifted me higher then lowered me…each time it felt like I was bouncing on & off of their feet. God was it incredible, I didn't want it to stop. When I looked back down, I saw Aunt Lynn whispering something to Allyson's. I just shrugged it off and continued to enjoy their feet, when I became wobbly, I looked back down, only to be blocked with someone's foot in my face. The smell was over powering and the foot was warm, then I knew that Aunt Lynn told Allyson to do this to me. I couldn't resist, I lost all train of thought & smelled every inch of that foot, from heel to toes. While I was doing this, more of those tingling sensations continued but more intense. "He does have a fetish" Allyson said, as she removed her foot from my face. "This is his favorite thing part of this game" Aunt Lynn said as Allyson brought her foot back, placing it under my shirt. Without out warning, they both began to wiggle me & tickle me. I was trapped, I didn't want to fall, I was on cloud nine…they wouldn't stop tickling me no matter how hard I laughed. Suddenly, they both stopped tickling me & would softly slid their bare feet while lightly wiggling their toes. Then Allyson would lower her feet off of me only for a second or two as my Aunt would lower me down onto Allyson's feet. Then they would switch turns & then Allyson would lower me onto Aunt Lynn's feet. This game was truly great when I was a kid…this moment great as well…boy do I miss those days. If I knew then like I do now!

The age and the described events don't ring true for me, sorry. Are you sure about eleven?

jliferaft, I'm all for tickling women, but did you feel no remorse about making her piss herself? If it had been me, I would have stopped, but I guess I'm not as ballsy as you!

Tickling is another fetish of mine, does anyone have other stories of an aunt being foot tickled silly? I'd love to hear it if so.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

Interesting...it sounds as if she was happy being on the receiving end!! I know that this isn't really a 'tickle' board, but, rightly or wrongly, I think that foot tickling is a big part of a foot fetish - it certainly is for me, I'd rather tickle a foot than worship it, to some extent. The idea of a mature woman being tickled senseless has always appealed to me for some reason, with the emphasis on foot tickling. Some questions, if I may...

1) Did you ever tickle her stocking feet, or were they normally bare?
2) If she was tickled in stocking feet, were they more ticklish than her bare ones?
3) Did she ever enourage you to tickle her feet?

Feel free to PM me if you'd rather not answer them here, JL. Apologies for hogging the board somewhat, guys, but this is a subject I'm interested in.

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SmashTV

^^^ Thanks for the info JL, that was great. I LOVE the fact that AM was into tickling and let you have your tickle ways with her! She seemed so willing and consensual - did she handle it for a while, allowing you to do it or did she try to escape?

Sorry for the questions, but I'm very interested, and aroused as I read!

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SmashTV

What a cliff hanger man. I can't wait for the rest of the story.

Wow! Part 2 please!

part 2 please!!!!

This is my second experience with my aunt, which happened a year or two after previous encounter. I was about 12 or 13, and once again visiting my aunt in Scotland. Memories of massaging and tickling her stocking feet were still fresh in my mind, and I hoped that I'd get another chance. We were staying at a caravan park at the time, and spent some of the holiday going back and forth to my aunt's and grandparent's houses. I can recall my aunt being shoeless in dark brown tights once or twice, and sneeking peeks under my grandparent's table, but we didn't seem to be in one place long enough for things to happen. I was beginning to think it was a no-go, but was blessed a few days from the end of the holiday.

My grandmother's brother was visiting my grandparents at the same time, and was talking to my aunt in the back room, while my sister and I listened half-heartedly! Meanwhile my parents, grandmother and uncle were all in the dining room. My aunt had come from work, and was wearing a dark blue blouse, black skirt and purple tights. She'd brought some slippers with her to change into - pink open toe ones. I can't remember seeing the transformation from shoe to slipper take place, but I was hoping I'd be able to re-create some of the magic from last time. My aunt didn't help matters, however, by sitting on the opposite side of the room and not removing her slippers! I remember that she kicked off her right slipper, and I thought my luck was changing, but it was only to flex her toes.

I was longing for something to happen, but didn't know how to instigate it. I wasn't brave enough to ask if she'd like her feet tickled in front of people, and certainly couldn't crawl across the floor to be near her feet. I was longing for it to happen, thoughts racing through my head when my aunt came and sat next to my sister and I. She was inbetween us, and asked us if we were both okay - maybe she thought we were getting bored! We said we were fine, and my sister asked my aunt for a hug, to which my aunt reciprocated. As my sister snuggled in, my aunt brought her feet up onto the chair, curling them round next to her. Sadly, they remained in her slippers, but that aside they were right next to me. To get closer, I also asked my aunt if I could have a hug, which she was willing to do with an 'Aaaaaaawwww, Smashie wants cuddles from his aunt as well!'. She pulled me in, and I was leaning into her with the flat bottom of her slipper pressed against my leg.

As she continued talking to my great-uncle, I noticed my aunt's hug was getting tighter, and soon she was lightly stroking my shoulder. Well, if she could stroke my shoulder, why shouldn't I stroke her feet? Without looking at her face, I slowly, uncertainly took my left harm down towards her feet and began to stroke and tickle. The feel of her tights against my fingers was glorious, and was as soft as I remembered. I daren't look at my aunt for some reason, nor at her feet, but felt her hug me that bit tighter, so I assumed she approved of what I was doing. I was pretending to lazily drag my fingers around her left stocking foot, but in reality I was trying to drag them for as far as I could along her stocking sole. I continued to stroke her left foot (her right one was tucked under, and I had no access to it), but oddly my aunt kept her slippers on throughout. I could still tickle her foot, but I had restrictions - not that I cared, I was in my element once more! However, curiosity got the better of me, and I looked to see both my handiwork and aunt's foot.

To my dismay, I'd been tickling only her instep and not her sole! I remember feeling very disappointed about this, despite indulging in my new favourite past-time!

Throughout all of this, my aunt hadn't spoken to either me or my sister, and although I knew she liked having her feet tickled, I wasn't sure if she was aware of my efforts, and didn't know if she'd enjoyed it or not. She hadn't offered any resistence, but there was no sign of encouragement or approval. Eventually, after about 20 minutes or so of footplay my parents came back into the room, and upon hearing the door opening I finished tickling abruptly, and put my hand back by my side. However, my aunt continued hugging and stroking my shoulder, prompting my mother to ask if I was enjoying it. I laughed nervously, not used to my mother asking something vaguely suggestive but before I could reply my aunt said with a ig smile on her face 'I hope he's enjoyed it. I've been tickling his arm while he's been tickling my feet!'

My heart leapt at this, as not only had she acknowledged it, but she'd obviously enjoyed it all along! I was a bit embarrassed that she'd mentioned it out loud, but was delighted my efforts hadn't gone unnoticed. As everyone laughed, I said in as balanced a voice as I could manage 'Oh, so you still like having your feet tickled, then?', to which my aunt laughed and nodded. This made my night, and indeed the holiday, and it was all I could think of as we drove back to the caravan site. My aunt was the only woman I knew (at the time) that liked having her feet played with. Surely there must be more? Who were they? How would I find them? How would I find out? When would I see my aunt again? Would she let me play with her feet again? All these questions and more raced through my mind before I settled on the image of me tickling my aunt's feet. It gave me a warm, dreamy sensation, and stayed with me for the rest of the holiday...

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SmashTV

Anyway, a few days after the last encounter, I was fortunate enough to have another chance with my aunt's feet. My parents and sister had gone out for the day, and, again, more due to teenage laziness than anything else, I opted to stay in the flat. I vegged out in front of the TV, when an hour or so later my aunt came back. She was on a lunch break, and as she worked literally next door, she'd come home to escape the office. We were both pleasantly surprised to see the other, and my aunt offered to make me a drink and sandwich. I gratefully accepted, but already my mind and heart were racing. Here we were, my aunt and I alone again. There was no way, I was sure, that my parents would be back anytime soon, and the opportunity of playing with my aunt's feet was mine for the taking.

However, self-doubt and panic kicked in. What if I asked her and she said no? How would I get out of it? Would it be embarrassing? How would she react? Would she suspect anything? The fact that I'd tickled her feet the other day was a good starting off point, but I didn't have the courage to ask her outright. I was torn as to what to do, the angel and the devil on either shoulder whispering good and bad points. My dilemma was shattered by my aunt returning with the drink and sandwich. She was wearing black leather heels, white tights, a grey and black small check skirt, white blouse and black cardigan. I took it from her, and she went and sat on the opposite side of the room. I was hoping she may give me some sort of opening, maybe take her shoes off when she sat down, but they remained firmly on her feet. We ate lunch, talking about this and that when I could take it no more. I made up my mind to go for it, and during a lull in conversation I turned and lookd directly at my aunt, asking 'Would you like to have your feet tickled?'. No build up, no pre-amble, just 'Would you like to have your feet tickled?'

I could hear the nerves in my voice, despite trying to keep calm. I waited for a reaction, and after what seemed like an eternity my aunt smiled and nodded, kicking off her shoes in several clunky movements and then rotating and flexing her stocking feet in mid-air. I was in heaven, and I'd not even got to her feet yet! The hard work was done, and I grabbed a chair from the dining table, set it in front of my aunt and motioned for her to place her feet in my lap. My aunt readily accepted this, and visibly sank back in her seat before I'd even done anything! Her feet reached my lap but were a bit high up - I wanted to get the full experience, the sight, the feel, the smell of her soles, toes, heels, insteps....every part of her feet! I explained she was too far up for me to reach properly, and lifted her feet by the heels and set them lower down my lap, resting on my thighs.

I asked my aunt if she was comfy, and then reached forward and began to tweak her toes, the delightful material of her tights so soft and smooth to my touch. My aunt settled back into her seat further, telling me how nice my massage felt. My fingers worked around her toes and then onto the balls of her stocking feet, my aunt closing her eyes in a dreamy state. I began to softly tickle each foot from toes to heel, my aunt smiling contently as my fingers softly ran along her stocking soles. As I did, I asked my aunt various questions about the sensations she was feeling, as I wanted to know how it felt from her point of view. I knew she was enjoying it, although not as much as me, but wanted to hear things from her directly. Tickling one foot and massaging the other, I began asking questions...

'Now, if I tickle this foot, and massage this foot....which do you prefer, the massaging or the tickling?'

'Mmmm....oohhh, tickling..it's much more relaxing!

Now, I already knew that the answer was tickling, but just wanted to hear my aunt say it! I then began tickling only, noticing that my aunt's feet were so soft, even through her tights! I then asked her if she had her feet tickled often.

'No, not much.....oh, that's good....mmmm....I used to ask your uncle to do it, and he would, and sometimes I'd ask....ask....oh, lovely, that's so nice....I'd ask your cousins, but they don't do it now, they're grown up. I've got a man who comes around and rubs cream into my feet, though...oh, this is wonderful...it stops them getting hard...'

Which funnily enough, was what I was trying to do! Going for broke, I then asked my aunt which part of her feet she liked having tickled the most. She replied her insteps, and slowly ran her toes up either instep, making me shiver in delight and my heart rate increase!! I followed up on this, and began to slowly tickle with all ten fingers along her insteps, as my aunt gave soft little moans of approval, toes wriggling as I tickled gently and slowly along her gorgeous stocking insteps. We were silent for a while, my aunt in a blissful trance and me fully aroused at what I was doing, when my aunt broke the silence.

'I hope there's not a bad smell coming from my feet!' she laughed.

There wasn't, and I was happy to assure her of this.

'No, not at all....look!' and without thinking proceeded to inhale deeply and smell her left foot from toes to heel and back again! There was no smell at all, but I could feel the warmth of her feet near my face, teasing and arousing me. My aunt laughed grimly at this, perhaps taken aback at my unexpected action.

'Ewwww, I can't believe you just did that!'
'Oh, that's okay...I don't mind, I quite like feet!'

It just came out...I'd not planned on saying anything, but I felt so comfortable and at ease and lost in the moment that I blurted out my deepest secret to my aunt! There was an awkward silence, and I hesitated a bit in case my aunt thought I was weird. Instead, my aunt just smiled, wriggled her toes a little bit to coax and encourage me, and I resumed tickling her stocking soles as if nothing had happened. My aunt seemed to get more and more relaxed with each touch, and inbetween complimenting me and enjoying my handiword, remarked once or twice that she could easily fall asleep. I laughed at this, and continued playing with her feet. However, a short time later I realised that my aunt hadn't said anything for a while, her eyes were closed shut and her breathing was shallow....she really had fallen asleep!

Rather than wake her up, I used this situation to my advantage. I gazed longingly at her feet, studying their shape and texture, looking at her toes through her tights, seeing how they looked a bit squashed together. I just stared at them, still stroking and caressing, but looking at her delicious stocking soles, resting on my lap. I was lost in the moment, but knew it wouldn't last. I gently began to pinch and nip my aunt's toes, telling her that she needed to wake up and go back to work. My aunt stirred, and seemed a bit embarrassed she'd fallen asleep. I told her not to worry, and lifted her feet from my lap, still tingling inside and out. I said that if she fell asleep, I must be good at playing with feet. She laughed and agreed, but then told me I had 'just the right touch', something she's repeated many times since...!

Even though she had to return to work, she didn't put her shoes on instantly. I found this odd, and asked her if she was going to do so.

'No, not yet. I'll wait for a while yet before I go, then I'll put them on.'
'Great, another tickle!'

And with that spider tickled my aunt's instep, but only for a few seconds - I'd had more than my fair share! My aunt eventually put her shoes back on and returned to the office, thanking me for tickling her feet. I said it wasn't a problem, and as soon as she was out of the house played with myself over and over in the bathroom, amazed at what had just happened. I can't recall if my aunt told my parents later that day or not - I don't think she did, maybe out of sympathy for me admitting my fetish! I wouldn't get to play with her feet again that holiday, although when my aunt phoned her chiropodist, she told him that he had 'some competition from a 14 year old'. She wasn't kidding!

I said at the start that only one thing would have made this better, and that would have been if I'd removed my aunt's shoes myself, and THEN offered to tickle her feet. Initiating things in that manner would have been great, but as I said, I can't complain about what I got! As it was, I would have to savour and enjoy that experience for a while, as it would be another seven long years before my next experience with my aunt's stocking feet....

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV