My Aunt’s Tired Smelly Feet

I was just a boy when I realized that I had a foot fetish. However, it must be noted that, unlike many or most foot freaks, I didn’t have a thing for pantyhose, high strappy heels or smooth baby-skinned soles. I loved the woman who had “tired feet”…..you know, dry skin on the toes and heels, slightly calloused and slightly dirty. Also, I loved the smell that goes along with “tired feet”. The smell of having worn shoes all day tends to leave a mixed sent of leather and sweat. It is not too rank, but still quite strong all the same. Needless to say by my detailed description, the “tired foot”, which I like to call it, drives me crazy. Don’t get me wrong….the sight of any female foot gets me going, regardless of its’ condition, as do a tits, ass and pussy. But not the same way a women’s “tired feet” can. The story I’m about to tell you is 100% true. I had always wanted to write a story about my early-years feet experiences with my aunt, but I never really got around to doing so. But what just happened to me recently between my aunt and I was the topping on the cake and is something that I think every foot lover needs to hear.
When I was a kid, I often caught myself staring at my mom’s feet. They were quite large and very tired looking. Unfortunately, that was it. I never had the courage or guts to make an attempt to touch them or sniff them. After all, it was my mom…..that would be a little too awkward for me. The fact that I would sometimes jack off to my mom’s feet at night made me feel very guilty and dirty. That is where my aunt comes into the story.

My dad’s brother, my uncle, got married when I was 14 years old. At the time, the woman he married was 34. Her name was Janet. She was a cute looking woman, nothing super-sexy. She was 5’5” and I would say about 180 lbs. As you can she, she was a plump woman, but she wore it well…….she had huge tits and a nice round, plump ass. She had short, brown hair, brown eyes and a killer smile. Also, she had a wonderful personality and disposition that made her a joy to be around.

One summer day, my uncle and new aunt came over for an outdoor BBQ with my parents. After we had all eaten, I got up to play with my G.I. Joe’s as the grown-ups continued to sit at the picnic table in our backyard to chat. I listened to their uninspiring conversation as I played on the deck near by. Then I noticed them for the first time under the table….my aunt’s feet. They were my kind of feet! Very tired looking. Dry, cracked skin on the heels and toes. Her toenails were painted a dark red. Her feet weren’t too big, maybe a size 7, and they she perfect arches. She was dangling her well-worn black sandals.

I wanted to lick them. I wanted to suck them. I wanted to smell them. Seeing as I had never had a female foot experience before, my first and more realistic goal should have been to just touch them. I continued to stay fixated on her feet as she played with the opened-back sandals. I inconspicuously began to move myself and my G.I. Joe’s closer and closer to the table and my aunt’s feet. Due to their ongoing conversation and the fact that ‘some’ alcohol was consumed, no one, including my aunt, had noticed that I was now practically under the table. Regrettably, that was as far as I got. I continued to stare at my aunt’s feet and wonder what if I just grabbed them and took a deep sniff or a sloppy lick of her rough soles? Would I get in trouble? You’re damn right I would! At that moment I lost all my nerve. At that moment, my aunt suddenly stretched out her legs and accidentally kicked me gently with her sandal-covered foot! Startled that someone was under the table, she quickly looked to find nothing but me, her new nephew. Seeing how embarrassed I was at the situation, she smiled at me and said nothing. She didn’t make any sort of seen. It gave me the chance to escape the situation quietly and undetected from the rest of the family.

I immediately proceeded directly to my room. All I could think about was Aunt Janet’s beautiful feet dangling those black sandals. How great would her rough, tired soles feel against my tongue and cock. How wonderful they must smell, wearing those black leather sandals all day. My cock was so hard just thinking about it, I had to masturbate. So I did….. as I pictured my plump aunt giving me a footjob.

After I relieved myself, I decided to head back outside to see if I could somehow get another sneak-peek of Aunt Janet’s feet. As I left my room and headed down the stairs, I noticed that her well-worn black sandals were left at the front door unguarded! As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I took a peek to make sure no one was around, particularly my aunt. The coast was clear. I got on my hands and knees and pressed my nose up against her sweaty, black sandals and took a big sniff. Wow!…..was I ever surprised at the smell. It was like something I never would have imagined! It was much stronger than I anticipated. Having only ever smelled my own shoes, I was expecting something along the same lines. You know, that rubbery smell from sneakers…..not very pleasant. That was what I figured her sandals would smell like. But instead, they smelled like a mixture of worn leather and sweat. It still had a very feminine sent to it, though. It really turned me on. I picked one of the sandals up and examined the insole. Unbelievable! My aunt’s sweaty feet had made the most perfect foot imprints on the insole. I took a long lick of the heel part of the insole, it tasted very salty. I then took another sniff………all of a sudden I heard my Aunt Janet call my name my name out with surprise! She was standing behind me watching me. I knew I was in deep shit now.

“Ronald, what are you doing with my shoes?” she asked.

For some stupid reason, I responded with “something smelled funny……I wanted to see if it was because of these”. Wow…..of all things to say, I had to say the most insulting! Little did she know I wanted to fuck her feet at that moment! She walked over with her bare feet and took the black sandal from my hand. I pleaded to her, “please don’t say anything to anybody about this.” Shockingly, she then placed the sandal to her own nose and took a sniff! She seemed surprised at the smell herself. It looked like she almost enjoyed it.

“You’re right, they do smell pretty bad! Looks like I need to scrub my feet better, hey?” she said with a smile. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing or hearing! Seeing my aunt sniff her own shoe and then to make a comment like that……..I was about to bust in my pants! She then proceeded to slide her sandals back onto her feet and walked back outside. Extremely embarrassed at the events that had just happened, I went to my room to hide my face fearing what she might say to my parents and uncle. Regardless, I then jacked off again, this time to the thought of those imprints in her well-worn sandals and my aunt smelling her own shoes.

A few weeks after that experience, we visited my uncle and aunt at their place, which was only 15 minutes away. Time and time again, I would find myself staring at her tired feet thinking what was going through her mind each time she looked at me. Several times that visit, she would kickoff her house slipper and wiggle or spread her toes. It was like she was trying to tease me. Strangely enough, my aunt never brought the whole shoe sniffing situation with me. It was like it never happened in the first place. I felt very ashamed around her, but at the same time I was still turned on by her feet. I decided to go downstairs and watch TV and escape what I felt was a tense situation. Before I got to the TV, I went to the washroom which was also located downstairs. As I entered, I saw in the corner of the bathroom was a laundry basket. Being curious and hopeful I’d find a sock of hers, I opened the lid. To my delight, there was a pair of her dirty socks. I picked them up and put them to my nose. They smelled so bad…..in a good way! I instantly got an erection. Picturing her feet covered with those socks, I put one to my nose and placed the other one over my cock and began to jack off. I cummed all over the inside of that sock making it hot and moist. Oh how badly I wanted those dry soles wrapped around my throbbing cock. I placed the socks back in the laundry basket and exited the bathroom. As I turned on the TV, my aunt came down the stairs.

“Hey Ronald, what are you watching?” she asked.

“Nothing is on” I replied. Not knowing I was watching her, she went into the washroom and grabbed the laundry out of the basket! “Please don’t let her notice that cum-covered sock” I thought to myself. I leaned over to see if she would notice anything. She separated some T-shirts, panties and bras. Holding my breath, she then picked up the pair of socks I had just covered with hot, gooey semen. Not knowing what I had done, she sat on the toilette bowl and began to put those socks on her feet. I was really going to get it now. “She is going to kick me out of the house for sure!” I thought to myself.

“How is school going this year for you?” she asked. Not at all concentrating on the question, I responded,

“It’s going fine”. She then asked,

“What is your favorite…………..” There was a silence. Knowing why there was that break in the conversation, I asked,

“Favorite what?” I peeped inside the bathroom to find her sitting there on the toilette with a bewildered look on her face. She wiggled her right socked foot around for a second and stopped. Curiously she removed the cum filled sock and put it to her nose. She knew what she was smelling. Still not knowing that I was watching, she put her now bare foot up to her nose and smelled it too. I was very hard again at this point. Watching her smell her own cum covered feet and socks was such a turn on.