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Subject: {ASSM} "Vickie's Mom Chapter 2" (Ffm FemDom, oral, feet)
Date: Sun,  4 Aug 2002 14:10:03 -0400
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Vickie's Mom  Chapter 2 by Cinque Manson

The summer  before my sixteenth birthday proved to be a
chaotic one, for myself and nearly everyone close to me. My
parents were getting a divorce, and spent all their time
fighting. They barely noticed when I moved out. Vickie's mom,
Joanie, had invited me to stay in the attic bedroom at her house,
giving me a place to hide from the exhibitions of acrimony at my
house. She told me, in front of Vickie, that she sympathized with
me, she was going through a divorce with her husband Jim, and had
asked him to move out rather than subject her kids to their
bickering. I wondered, to myself, how much of her invitation had
to do with the incredible sex session we had shared a month
before, when she had caught me beating my meat, in her bedroom,
holding a photograph of her nude. She hadn't made any further
overtures to me since then, and I was lost in a fog of confusion
and lust whenever I was near her.

I had made some clumsy attempts at duplicating some of the things
that Joanie had shown me with a girl I used to call up
periodically and fuck around with. She was a year younger than
me, and though she enjoyed me munching her pussy, she balked when
I tried to lick her asshole. And when I tried to get her to jack
me off using her pert little toes, she curled up in a ball on the
sofa, holding a pillow between us and said I was a weirdo, and
that if I didn't leave she would tell her big brother what we'd
been up to, and he would beat the shit out of me. I left, with
aching balls, not knowing where to turn.

Vickie and I continued our more or less chaste relationship. I
hadn't asked her to have sex with me after her confession that
she was a virgin. Now that her mom and I had done so many dirty
things together I felt guilty about approaching her again. We
still made out, kissing and fondling, but Vickie seemed happy to
leave it at that, and I was secretly relieved.

I moved into the attic room without incident. Vickie's three
younger sisters had all left home for summer camp, Vickie spent
almost all day at Gifted Summer school, and Joanie was active on
half a dozen volunteer committees and hardly ever at home. I was
alone most of the time, in a great big house, with all I could
eat and drink, and a swimming pool in the backyard to boot. But I
was miserable.

I wanted to have Joanie show me more stuff. I wanted her to play
with my cock some more, call me all kinds of names, make me cum
and then make me lick it up. I was depraved, and horny as hell.

The only release I had came one morning as I lay in bed reading.
I heard footsteps at my door, then an envelope slid under it. 
The footsteps receded. I got up, walked to the door and picked up
the envelope. It was blank and inside was a sheet of paper,
folded around a photograph. On the outside of the folded paper
Joanie had written one word, "Patience". Inside she had placed
the picture that had gotten me in so much trouble. On the back of
it she had inscribed,

"Don't wear it out!" What a card.

The picture was more exciting now than when I first saw it. I had
sucked on those incredible large nipples, ran my tongue aver
their bumpy surface. I had lain with my stiff dick in between
those soft brown thighs,  while Joanie brought us both off with
grunts and sweat.  I spent the rest of the morning in an
onanistic frenzy, until, after five ejaculations and completely
spent, I went downstairs to eat something.

A few more days passed like this, whacking my meat in a fever,
then shuffling around in despair that anything else would ever
happen again between Joanie and me. I was laying on my bed one
afternoon, depressed, reading a novel, when I heard splashing
outside. I walked to the window and looked down into the
backyard. Joanie was sunning herself in the same bikini that
she'd worn that day. Someone was swimming in the pool, and when
they emerged from the water I saw that it was Sandy, Vickie's
step-brother Junior's girlfriend. Junior was in college out of
state, and come home for the summer. He worked all day in a
division of his dad's company , and partied elsewhere most
nights, so we rarely saw him. His girlfriend Sandy was eighteen,
a high school dropout, and was happy just to hang around with a
rich college guy with lots of money. Junior liked having her
hanging around too, treating her like his maid, having her do his
laundry, and other chores, like polish the chrome on his
motorcycle. To each their own, I thought.

Sandy was a bikini-beach blond, with long straight hair, and a
body that wouldn't quit. Looking down at the two of them I
noticed how similar her figure was to Joanie's, voluptuous to the
point of exaggeration. Sandy's body won't look like that when
she's forty, I thought to myself somewhat smugly. I started
rubbing my dick bulge against the window casement as I watched
the two women sunbathing below. I focused first on Joanie, my
obsession, then shifted my gaze to Sandy. I wondered how her
toes, nails painted shocking pink, would feel wrapped around my
unit. I became quite hard. I undid my fly and fished my peter
out. I was getting a slow steady rhythm going when I glanced once
more over to Joanie. She was shading her eyes, peering straight
up to the window where I stood, pulling on my cock. She had a
real knack for catching me in the act. She called out, "Hi, come
on down, its too beautiful a day to hide up there."

What could I do. If she'd asked me to jump out the window I think
I would have done it. I jammed my meat back into my cutoffs and
skipped the stairs leading downstairs. By the time I walked
through the kitchen my dick was no longer fully erect, but none
the less hung heavy in my shorts.

Sandy and Joanie lay side by side in relining beach chairs. 
Joanie had on her pink floral print bikini and Sandy was wearing
a really skimpy black number, so small her full tits peaked out
from the bottom of her cups. Joanie gestured for me to sit in a
chair at their feet.

Joanie said,"We were discussing relationships, and I was telling
Sandy I think she sells herself short with Junior. I certainly
wouldn't do his laundry, and I'm his step-mother."

She took a sip from her diet pop and looked over at me.

"Take Bob here, he and Vickie have a great relationship, based on
respect."

Sandy smiled at me. I'm was sure she couldn't have cared less
what a couple of teenagers three years younger than she thought
or did about anything. Sandy said,"But I love Junior, at least I
think I do. Aren't I supposed to do things for a man, if I love
him, I mean."

"Sometimes. Sometimes its nice to get a man to do things for you.
Its nice for the man, too," Joanie replied.

Joanie lifted a leg and, pointing big toe, poked my knee, and
said, "What do you think, do you like doing "stuff" for awoman?"

I had been lost in the same erotic reverie I always inhabited
when I was close to Joanie. My brain was mush. I answered, "Yeah,
it feels good to do stuff for girls, uh, women, I mean."

Joanie let the sole of her foot rest on my knee. She said, "I
know you do. You've shown me how much you like it. You know,
Sandy, Bob and I have a special relationship. Its one I think
might be helpful for you. Would you like to feel more in control
in your love life?"

Sandy looked from Joanie to me. She smiled and said,  "I guess
so. I always wanted to be a little stronger with men."

"Good, Sandy, I knew you would. Sandy, I have a special nickname
for Bob, I call him my slutboy, can you guess why?"

Joanie scooted to the end of the beach chair. She sat with one
leg on the patio and the other raised and resting on my thigh.
She said, "Because he'll do anything I tell him to, isn't that
right, slutboy."

I couldn't control myself, I answered immediately, "Yes Mommy."

"See, and he's so eager", Joanie said , looking over to Sandy,
eyebrows raised, as if I'd said something witty.  Sandy giggled,
squirmed in her chair and raised herself a little to see my
degradation better. Joanie brought her foot off my knee,
straightening her leg and caressed my chin with the tops of her
toes.  I closed my eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. It
was glorious to feel her touch again. Joanie said to Sandy,

"Watch this and learn. Slutboy, I want you to lick my poor tired
feet. You'd like to make them feel better, don't you?"

"Yes Mommy", I said in a monotone, hypnotized by the sound of her
voice.

I looked down at her foot, now hovering in front of my face. I
took her slender ankle in my hand and took in the high narrow
arch, the delicate flare of her foot to her toes, the wonderful
array of her toes, with the white, untanned valleys in between
them. I opened my mouth and took her big toe inside it. I washed
her toe, circling my tongue around it. Inspired, I started
sucking it, and rocking my head back and forth, like I was giving
her toe a blow-job. I took her foot in both hands and spread her
big toe from the rest of her foot. I pointed my tongue and
butterflied the space between her toes as if there were a
clitoris there. My cock had grown totally erect in my shorts, but
because I was bent over ministering to Joanie's foot, it was
hidden. I felt abject and excited all at the same time. What
could Sandy, a gorgeous girl three years my senior be thinking of
this?

"Mmmm, I love it when boys do this. Has Junior ever done this to
you?" Joanie was leaning back in a glamour girl pose while I
lathered her toes with saliva. She was swinging the leg I was not
kissing back and forth lazily, enjoying herself.

"Nope", said Sandy. She seemed dazed, leaning forward, elbows on
her knees watching intently as I held Joanne's foot and with the
wide part of my tongue bathed her white sole with long licks.
Joanie turned her head to Sandy and asked her, "Would you like my
little slutboy to lick your feet, Sandy? I'm sure he'd love to."

Sandy's eyes got wide and she sat straight up. I'm sure she was a
surprised at the way things were turning out as I was. She sat
for a moment with her hands on her knees, watching my mouth
swallow Joanie's toes again. At last she whispered, "Yes, make
him do those dirty things to me too."

Joanie told me to stand up. I let go of her foot and got up from
the deck chair. My boner stretched the front of my cutoffs,
hidden no longer. The head was peeking out of the waistband,
distorting it. Joanie dragged her foot over my bulge and said,

"Look how nasty our little slutboy gets when he licks Mommy's
feet." She pressed and rubbed as I stood with my hands at my
side.

Sandy's eyes widened and she said, "It looks so hard. I didn't
know boys got so turned on kissing girl's feet."

Joanie  said, "You don't know the half of it. Take off those
shorts, you little pervert, they're not hiding much anyway."

I undid the buttons of my fly, Joanie continuing to rub my cock
with her feet through the cloth. I pulled down my shorts and
underwear in one motion, proud to show off my hardness to these
women, proud to show how big Joanie made my dick.

Joanie ran her toes up and down my dick as Sandy watched.

Finally Joanie said, "Get on your knees and crawl over toSandy."

I got on my knees and crawled in front of the voluptuous blond in
the black bikini. My penis pointed to the sky, the head purple. 
Joanie instructed Sandy to hold out one of her feet. She then
told me to stand up on my knees, and not to move.

Joanie joined Sandy on the same recliner, sitting next to her
facing me. Joanie said, "Sandy, do yourself a favor, feel this
slutboy's dick between your toes. There's nothing like it", and
Sandy slid her pale pink foot up from the patio and along my leg,
coming to a stop at my cock. She looked me in the eye and then
stroked the tip of her toe along the length of me. I sucked my
breath in sharply. She traced the ridge of my urethra up to the
thin membrane attached to the head, then rolled my dick against
my belly with the ball of her pale foot. Sandy's face was
flushed, her head hung down and she watched in rapt fascination
as my cock jerked and twitched under her touch. Sandy took her
big toe and slid it over the hole on the tip of my dick, sliding
on the string of precum that oozed out.

"Kiss her feet, my little pervert, show her what its like to be
worshipped by a slutboy." I'd never heard the phrase "worship"
used this way before, but of course Joanie was right. I was
worshipping, I wanted to worship these beautiful women with my
tongue and cock.  Joanie was leaning forward, squeezing her
breasts through the cups of her bikinis. Her brown eyes blazed.
She wrapped her hand around the ankle of the foot Sandy had been
using to fondle me and brought it to my mouth.

Joanie didn't need to tell me to open my mouth. I gave her the
same treatment I had given Joanie, sucking and laving her pink
toes and grazing her soles with my teeth. My eyes rolled back in
my head as I was overcome by shame and arousal.

"Kind of tickles, ooh, that feels good though," as I simulated a
blowjob on her big toe. She turned her foot sideways, so I could
attend to her ankle.

I glanced up and noticed Joanie was rubbing her hand on Sandy's
upper thigh, moving closer to her crotch with each movement. I
began kissing the warm calf of Sandy's calf, mesmerized by the
movement of Joanie's hand, which was now rubbing inside Sandy's
thigh right at the edge of her skimpy bikini bottom.

"Does Junior ever eat you, honey, does he put his mouth on your
sex and please you that way?" Joanie asked in a breathy whisper.

Sandy,  breathing irregularly, replied in a small voice, "No, no
matter how much I beg him."

Joanie pulled Sandy's leg up and crossed it over her own,
spreading Sandy's thighs and exposing her crotch.

I was idling, licking the tender back of  Sandy's knee, and
staring at her crotch, where her bikini bottom was stretched taut
over the round bulge of her pussy.

"Come up here and attend to Sandy, she needs you, slutboy."

I moved up so my face was level  with the black panel of Sandy's
bikini bottom. Joanie's fingers played along the edge, dancing
and stroking. Joanie said,

"Start right here."

I sucked Sandy at the large dimple created where her thigh met
her crotch. Her skin there was pale white and translucent. 
Occasionally my tongue ran into Joanie's finger, thrumming along,
and she would enter a finger into my mouth to suck. She played
her hand a while ahead of my mouth and tongue, then slipped under
the elastic of Sandy's bikini's leg hole.

Sandy moaned, and shifted towards me in the chair.

Joanie pulled the bikini to the side, exposing Sandy's sex. Her
pussy was covered with fine strands of pale blond hair. Joanie
pushed down with her hand, pinching the lustrous pink pussy lips
between a couple of her fingers, causing Sandy's clit to pop out
of its hood. It was amazingly long, jutting out like a tiny
penis. Joanie said, "Look at that, slutboy, look at Sandy's
beautiful clit. Junior must be out of his mind not to pay homage
to this."

I bent forward and gently licked the quivering pink clitoris held
captive by Joanie's long tan fingers. I pursed my lips and
pinched the nubbin in them, running my tongue rapidly back and
forth, using her clit for a speed bag. I looked over and saw
Joanie had one of her own legs, the one not trapped under
Sandy's, bent back, and with her own bathing suit pushed to one
side, was plunging three fingers into her gaping cunt. I stuck my
tongue out and ran it up and down Sandy's entire vagina. Joanie
spread the thin pink lips of Sandy's cunt, revealing a narrow
passage, ribbed with pink and purple folds. I felt dizzy. I stuck
my tongue out as far as I could and proceeded to fuck her cunt
channel, sucking her juices into my mouth.  Joanie tormented her
clit with two fingers. Sandy now lay back, her head turning back
and forth, panting. I felt the walls of her sex spasming and
flexing.
        
Sandy began a slow cum that seemed to levitate her off
the reclining chair. She stretched her legs out tight, and the
fingers splayed and fluttered as she lifted her hands at her
sides.

I tongue-fucked Sandy's sweet pussy with all the strength I could
focus in my tongue. She bent over double, suddenly and violently,
sputtering,

"OH,oh,oh! Oh, aaaaaah. nggghgghh, oooooooooooo!"

I kept my pointed tongue buried in her sex as she slowly relaxed
and unwound.



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