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It was Christmas 1996, and we were staying at my aunt's house over the Christmas period. She'd moved from the old people's home into a flat in central Edinburgh, which was very cosy for 5 people. I'd seen my aunt a few times in the preceding 7 years, but she was always at my house. My parents would always be around, so there was pretty much no chance of footplay. To be honest, I don't actually recall seeing her feet that much when she visited. We arrived at the flat relatively late on Christmas Eve, about 6pm. I was 21 by now, but even so had been thinking back to those experiences as a child of playing with my aunt's feet, and hoping that my drought would be broken. I did wonder if I'd be able to get away with it now that I'd 'grown up' - what could have previously been seen as childhood 'innocence' at 11 may not be so well thought of at 21. We would see how things developed... A few hours later we were at my cousin's house, sat around the dinner table. We'd managed about four of the seven courses, and had to admit defeat. We were all talking, laughing and drinking when my mum announced that she was going to take her shoes off. Even though it was my mother saying it, those last two words made images of my aunt's feet go through my head, as I imagined her black stocking feet on my lap, me playing with them while she enjoyed it, memories of the previous occassions flashing through my mind as well. However, co-incidentally or not, in response to my mum's announcement my aunt said that she had 'already kicked hers off'. I tensed up at this (in more ways than one!). Although I couldn't see them, my aunt's black stocking feet were on display, under the table, a metre or so away from me. She was hardly likely to put them back on, so I prepared myself for their 'grand entrance'. I was going to see them soon, and nothing could prevent it! | ||
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It's been a while since my last update on this thread, so while all is quiet, let's update!
It was the summer of 1998, and for a change my aunt was visiting my parents. As it was a hot summer, I knew that my chances of seeing my aunt's stocking feet were pretty low, and was in two minds about any foot play I may have had with her. Although I was a stocking foot man primarily, maybe this would unleash my barefoot demons... My aunt arrived late on a Friday afternoon, and after a long journey was eager to get changed. She came down in a pair of blue shorts and a white vest, toenails painted with an electric blue colour that I remember thinking was a bit young for her. She spoke to my dad and me in the garden for a while, before we all went back inside. As we spoke, my dad began to grow tired and eventually fell asleep (this was before 6pm!). I spoke to my aunt, and somehow we got onto the subject of aches and pains. This lead to the subject of massages, to which my aunt said (maybe knowingly) 'I absolutely love having my back rubbed, oh, and my FEET...!' She emphasised the word 'feet', and left it hanging in mid-air. I smiled, and said 'Well, I know all about that, don't I?', and reached down to scoop her feet into my lap. My aunt shuffled around to accomodate me, as I massaged and tickled her bare soles for the first time. They were very soft, with no trace of an odour. The heels were very tender, and as she was barefoot I was able to scrunch her toes up more often than if she'd been in tights. My dad was still asleep, and I knew I was taking a chance despite really getting into it! However, my aunt stopped me after about five minutes, saying it felt 'too good'.... A few days later, I came back from a friend's house in the afternoon to find my aunt alone in the garden. She was sunbathing, and was in her shorts and a vest top. We began talking, and I offered to fix a drink, to find that when I returned my aunt was sitting on one of the garden chairs. I gave her the drink, and we carried on talking. Feeling quite bold, as we spoke I reached down and pulled her feet into my lap, and prepared to go to work on her feet. However, I got about two kneads in before my aunt, looking slightly pained, pulled her feet from my lap, saying that 'it wasn't a good idea'. I was slightly taken aback by this, but went along with it. I was worried I may have overstepped a mark, but this was the woman who instigated a game of footsie with me! It was strange, and I was also concerned she may tell my parents (despite me being 23!). I don't think she did, as they certainly never said anything to me. As a result, though, even though things were good between us, I never took a chance with my aunt for the rest of the holiday. Maybe she was beginning to realise the extent of my fetish, maybe she just wasn't keen on it happening with us alone (although to me there's no better time!). Thankfully, it didn't stop me from having many more encounters with her - let's just call it a blip! Cheers, everybody, SmashTV | ||
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It was the summer of 1998, and for a change my aunt was visiting my parents. As it was a hot summer, I knew that my chances of seeing my aunt's stocking feet were pretty low, and was in two minds about any foot play I may have had with her. Although I was a stocking foot man primarily, maybe this would unleash my barefoot demons...
My aunt arrived late on a Friday afternoon, and after a long journey was eager to get changed. She came down in a pair of blue shorts and a white vest, toenails painted with an electric blue colour that I remember thinking was a bit young for her. She spoke to my dad and me in the garden for a while, before we all went back inside. As we spoke, my dad began to grow tired and eventually fell asleep (this was before 6pm!). I spoke to my aunt, and somehow we got onto the subject of aches and pains. This lead to the subject of massages, to which my aunt said (maybe knowingly) 'I absolutely love having my back rubbed, oh, and my FEET...!' She emphasised the word 'feet', and left it hanging in mid-air. I smiled, and said 'Well, I know all about that, don't I?', and reached down to scoop her feet into my lap. My aunt shuffled around to accomodate me, as I massaged and tickled her bare soles for the first time. They were very soft, with no trace of an odour. The heels were very tender, and as she was barefoot I was able to scrunch her toes up more often than if she'd been in tights. My dad was still asleep, and I knew I was taking a chance despite really getting into it! However, my aunt stopped me after about five minutes, saying it felt 'too good'.... A few days later, I came back from a friend's house in the afternoon to find my aunt alone in the garden. She was sunbathing, and was in her shorts and a vest top. We began talking, and I offered to fix a drink, to find that when I returned my aunt was sitting on one of the garden chairs. I gave her the drink, and we carried on talking. Feeling quite bold, as we spoke I reached down and pulled her feet into my lap, and prepared to go to work on her feet. However, I got about two kneads in before my aunt, looking slightly pained, pulled her feet from my lap, saying that 'it wasn't a good idea'. I was slightly taken aback by this, but went along with it. I was worried I may have overstepped a mark, but this was the woman who instigated a game of footsie with me! It was strange, and I was also concerned she may tell my parents (despite me being 23!). I don't think she did, as they certainly never said anything to me. As a result, though, even though things were good between us, I never took a chance with my aunt for the rest of the holiday. Maybe she was beginning to realise the extent of my fetish, maybe she just wasn't keen on it happening with us alone (although to me there's no better time!). Thankfully, it didn't stop me from having many more encounters with her - let's just call it a blip! Cheers, everybody, SmashTV | ||
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FooJ666 please tell us the second part to your story. I can't stand to see another SmashTV story (just kidding man).
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dthree1 wrote:  No worries, chief, I laughed myself... (*shakes dthree's hand*) Cheers, everybody, SmashTV | ||
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Awesome stories!!! Thanks very much for sharing your experience SmashTV.
Aunt stories are my favourite. Personnally my fetish started because of my aunt, who was also my babysitter. Unfortunately I can't tell you the stories because I don't speak English well (I'm French , sorry  ). Please SmashTV, keep posting your stories, they are fantastic! | ||
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allezlelosc wrote: Thanks mate, and your English is fine, I'd love to hear your stories if you have time. Cheers, everybody, SmashTV | ||
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This takes place in the first few days of the 21st Century, my parents and I celebrating the dawning of a new Millenium with my aunt and uncle. Edinburgh in Scotland is a huge party capital for New Year's Eve at the best of times, but 1999 was understandably even more special. The intention was to see in the New Year with style, and I did that in more ways than one... | ||
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great trilogy smashTV! post the next installment as soon as you get the chance!
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FooJ666 Joined: 2008-05-17 Posts: 28 Files: 0 Thanked: 0 Downloaded: 0 Uploaded: 0 |
Awesome story Smash...as usual...looking forward to your best experience next!
Allezlelosc...I think you should post your experience with your aunt any...we might be lucky & find away to translate it...but to me, you seem to speak English well. Sorry for the long wait guys...with the Holiday & work...really busy...I'll try my best to get this amazing experience I had with my aunt posted asap! Again, sorry | ||
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I wish you or Smash would hurry up and post the thrilling conclusions. I can't wait dammnit!
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Patience, champ, patience...I've had to be careful as of late due to Internet clampdowns at work (where I post most of my stuff, believe it or not!). Trust me, though - my next story is dynamite, and is one of my best ever experiences. It's worth the wait, I promise!
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Sorry for the delay guys, I've been busy at work plus I've had the holiday period to get over. Here's the next installment, though, and it's one of my best ever experiences. I barely had time to get over the last encounter before this one happened, but this is way better.
The holiday was drawing to an end, with about two or three days left before we returned home. Being January, the weather wasn't that great so most time was spent in the flat. However, my dad saw an advert for a Scottish marching band parading through the streets of Edinburgh that night, and fancied going to see it. I had no intention of going due to the cold weather, and said from the outset I would stay indoors. Everyone else showed an interest in going...except my aunt. Naturally, foot thoughts began to enter my head, but I tried to remain calm in front of everyone. There were only a few hours until they left, and then I could have a repeat performance from the previous night...I couldn't wait! Alas, this calmness was tempered by my mum announcing that she would stay home instead, putting a bit of a dent in my plans. D'OH! However, the time came, and everyone - except my mum - left the house. They were expected to out for a good few hours, so I knew time was on my side if nothing else. I was sat on the sofa next to my aunt, in her red jumper and black jeans combination, my other on the chair opposite. She was wearing opaque black tights, and was already shoeless (I'd not recalled seeing her in slippers all day, and spent lots of time peeking at her feet when I could as a 'warm-up' for the main event). With my mum there, though, I had no chance of playing with them. There'd been a minor misunderstanding during my aunt and I earlier that day too, which I thought may also hinder my plans. However, all was well - my mother would leave the room occassionally, during which time I offered an apology to my aunt. She laughed it off, saying everything was alright, so I got on the floor and patted the tops of her stocking feet in 'gratitude'. I was back on the sofa before my mum returned to the room... We sat around talking and watching TV for a while, when my mum began to get tired. Her eyes were drooping, and despite the conversation she was slowly falling asleep. She apologised for appearing rude, but lay down and fell asleep on the sofa opposite. My aunt and I spoke quietly, and soon a gently snoring was coming from my mother. She was out for the count - essentially, it was my aunt and I all alone...the conversation eventually fell to silence, and I'm sure my aunt knew what was coming. She was settled back in the chair, her right leg crossed over her left, happily watching TV. It looked like she was watching me from the corner of her eye - I could see her looking from the corner of mine! There was nobody or nothing to disturb us, and so I went for it. Without looking at or saying anything to my aunt, I raised my socked left foot and ran my toes along her right stocking sole. My aunt's foot flexed at this, arching upward with the toes outstretched. She slipped her foot slowly back and forth along my toes, this erotic game of footsie something we were both enjoying. We were silent throughout as our feet rubbed together, but I was already thinking ahead. Moving my foot back to the floor, I reached forward and grabbed my aunt's feet, pulling them into my lap and began slowly massaging and tickling them, my aunt a happy participant as I went to work. Not one inch of her feet was left untouched as I ran my fingers over her toes, heels, insteps, my aunt smiling away and moaning softly at my touch. I'd give her feet little sniffs every so often, my nose inhaling her tights which made her laugh; there was no odour whatsoever, both feet were cool and fresh. I was lost in the moment, I was finally having my aunt's black stocking feet in my lap, and I was loving every second. I began to do the V finger trick I spoke of in the last response, and this time my aunt's feet stayed where they were - there was no bobbing or twitching this time, my aunt laid back and enjoyed it. Funnily enough, I was quite keen myself! A few minutes later, my aunt sprang to life, swung her legs off and announced she was going to make some drinks. She looked slightly flushed, and I admit to being quite hot myself. I couldn't resist, though, and as she was at the sink I crept up behind her and tickled her heels! My aunt giggled at this, and hopped around slightly as my fingers tickled along her stocking outlines and tops of her feet. My aunt pretended that everyone else was returning, and called for them to help, but she was loving it really! We took our drinks back to the living room, me tickling my aunt's sides (to no affect) as we went to sit down. My aunt resumed her original position of sitting with one legged crossed, and I resumed the game of footsie. My aunt playfully swatted my foot away with hers; not to be put off I tried it again...at which point my aunt swung her legs onto my lap, her feet in perfect reach of my fingers! I looked at her, she smiled back at me, winked, and lay back on the sofa. This was all the encouragement I needed... I went berserk on her feet, tickling them, massaging them, kissing them, sniffing them, nibbling them, my aunt happy for me to have my way with them! I couldn't believe this was happening, almost as much as I couldn't believe my aunt was letting me do it! Her reactions ranged from soft moaning to perky ooohs and aaaahs, and I was happy to please! At one point I lay on the floor as I kissed my aunt's toes, her feet at full stretch as I kissed each toe one by one, her tights getting wet from my lips. It was as if she was keen for me to induldge, and I wasn't going to pass the chance up. I eventually got back on the sofa, and pulled my aunt's feet back into my lap, giving them a long, soft tickle as she drifted into a dream. Her moans were soft and low, but full of approval, and I thought I'd try my luck with something else. Contining to tickle her divine stocking soles, I began to slowly move my hands up her jeans to tickle her legs and knees...there was something incredibly sexy about feeling her legs and thighs encased in thick tights, and I loved how the material felt on my fingers. I didn't go up too far, but it caught my aunt off-guard and she gasped slightly, before mellowing out as I stroked her legs and knees, going back to the soft moanings. I did this for about ten minutes or so, before going back to her feet, tickling and massaging them before finishing off. I thanked my aunt for allowing me the chance to induldge in my love of stocking feet, and she chided me for being silly, saying it was her pleasure and she enjoyed it herself. I asked if me tickling her legs was okay, and she looked a bit uncomfortable but confessed it felt amazing. We hugged one another, and then resumed our positions sitting watching TV. The whole thing had lasted an hour or so, and I was slowly coming back down to Earth, savouring every second of what had just passed. Amazingly, my mother slept through the whole thing... Cheers, everybody, SmashTV | ||
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Great as always Smash. Is there anymore or is this the last installment?
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^^^ Still more to come, my friend - about five or six more experiences, some better than others, but more to follow. Glad you enjoyed.
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Hey Everyone, Sorry that it has taken me F-O-R-E-V-E-R to post the continuation of my story with work being extremely brutal...but...anyway, here it is...I hope you enjoy & it was worth the wait!!! Everything was packed & ready for a wonderful six day Christmas vacation to our Grandparent’s house in the mountains. Every year we all head up to Colorado to share quality time with the family while skiing down the snowy slopes in celebrating the holiday. But see this trip was going to have some good news and some great news; my aunt dumped that guy (pervious story) a little after Thanksgiving because she found out he was cheating on her. Now, she was happier being single again and wanted to focus more towards being with family. So right away I was excited because I was going to spend a full weekend staring & maybe playing with my Aunt’s feet. Well little did I know that this Christmas I would remember for the rest of my life. After four torturing days of watching my aunt walk around bare foot, play with her shoes & dangling…the experience literally happened on Christmas day. First, when the family sat down to open presents, I was still memorized by my aunt’s beautiful bare feet. As everyone would watch a family member open their presents, I would be staring at my aunt twirling her dangling bare foot around in the air. Seeing those toes wiggle, that foot flex and the soles wrinkle…I wanted to leap up from the floor, grab that foot & have my way with it. Every once and a while, my aunt would take a quick glance at me and smile so I smiled back while hiding my boner from everyone. It wasn’t until dinner time when everyone was dressed in their festive holiday gear. All the women in dresses while the guys were decked out with sweaters or button shirts with ties. I myself was sporting the sweater vest & tie with my new dress slacks while I spotted my aunt all decked out in a tan dress with shinny patient red leather point toes flats. To see those bare feet in shoes like that…it was HOT…I swore I came in my pants at first glance. So dinner was the typical big Christmas feast. I was amazed at all the great food but I surely had my mind elsewhere. Well shocking enough when my Grandma, Mom & Aunt were preparing the dinner, they also decided where everyone was sitting. The Christmas sprit was truly on my side because, I was sitting across from my Aunt. Every few seconds I would try to lift up the table cloth to sneak-peaks at my Aunt’s feet, but every time I would, her feet were not in view. Sometimes I would hear her flats tapping or sliding on the ground & every time I would glance, but nothing was in sight. The more I think about it now, it seems like she was playing a game with me. Several minutes pass and again the noise from below the table was driving me insane, I couldn’t take it much more; so with one final attempt, I looked down after lifting the table cloth and to my amazement I saw my Aunt’s gorgeous bare feet exposed. Her red painted toes pressing hard against the insides of her flats as her feet remained stretched for all to see. A few seconds passed and my Aunt began to perform some shoe play. She would slide her toes into her shoes creating that scratching noise as her shoe simultaneously slid on the floor. I just continued to stare in utter amazement, seeing such beautiful work…wishing I was the floor so I could feel her movement on my body. I must have been staring long enough that I glanced up for a second and saw my Aunt glaring at me with her famous grin. Now focused on her and my focus away from below…gave my Aunt an opportunity to have a little fun as I began to feel movement on my lower right leg. My Aunt bit down on her lip & suddenly I felt her toes wiggling on my right calf. At first I felt excited & thankful cause I knew if anyone in the family discovered what was going on…bummer…that’s until my Aunt had a different idea as I began to feel her foot slowly moving up my leg & not planning to stop. I was scared but majory turned on…she knew what she was doing & it was up to me not to blow (no pun-intended) this moment…true excitement. My Aunt knows my craving, my fetish, my devotion to her feet and it was now her turn to turn up the heat. That happened as she moved her foot to my inner right thigh…feeling that foot for the first time in this particular location…”my tent was pitched”. Suddenly she begins to lightly move her foot side to side and every few seconds she would wiggle her toes. Now remember…I was wearing dress slacks so with her soft movements and wiggling, it felt like I wasn’t wearing any pants at all. She began to increase her toe wiggling as she kept ever slowly sliding up, not just turning me on even more, but also tickling me. The excitement level went up because she knew I enjoyed being tickled but I didn’t want the others to know what was going on. My Aunt saw my expression as if I was going to laugh, so she stopped moving to give me composure second then started up again. I glanced at her smiling at me, all I could do was to mouth at her “stop it…you’re gonna make me laugh.” She must have enjoyed it because; she slid even further up my thigh which was exactly where my member was at. Feeling that, sent a jolt through my body that I actually kneed the table, everyone looked at me in shock.
I quickly said I am sorry and went right back to eating while my face was flustered in red. I glanced at my Aunt to see again that famous grin…realizing what she just touched. She actually kept her foot on my chair through the whole scene so I decided to be a horny little devil and I scooted my chair closer to the table & when I did, her bare foot was in between my legs lightly rubbing, pressing & wiggling her foot against my member. She continued to work her magic under the table for a few more minutes… (when in my mind, it felt like forever)…with each movement, the more wet my slacks got. She was totally cock teasing me as she would continuously rub & press her foot on me, it was killing me, it began to hurt, I couldn’t take it anymore…excused myself from the table…went into the bathroom…& relieved myself of the pain. When I returned…the table was being cleared off by everyone & my Aunt came up to me and whispered “Are you feeling better?” All I could do was smile, when suddenly she gave me a hug & whispered in my ear, “I still have a Christmas gift to give you later…if you want?”
...TO BE CONTINUED... (sorry had to keep you all hooked)
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awesome and damn u for the hanger lol
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^^^^ Man, great story, I felt like I was there! Having an aunt who knows is great, isn't it? It's like the footsie story I mentioned earlier, I froze initially when my aunt ran her foot against mine, but then realised she was treating me. Judging by that last line, it sounds like your Christmas would get better - can't wait to hear it.
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I sat there in stunned silence, trying to maintain my composure as my aunt placed her right stocking foot flat against my left foot and wriggled her toes along my socked outline. My whole body was tingling, I'd wanted to play with her feet, but never imagined this! 
I slowly raised my left foot with my aunt's foot still on it, and we sat there for about 15 minutes, feet just gently touching each other. Someone from the other side of the table stood up to go to the toilet, and by instinct my aunt and I both separated our feet, and left them alone from that point on. Funnily enough, for the rest of the holiday we never mentioned it...