In Awe Of Auntie! 😍😩
(Part 2)

But the thing that absolutely, utterly kills you most, is how I'm always resting my feet on you!!??

It's not the "me putting my feet on you part" that kills you, THAT you pretty much live for, it's the way in which I do it! Casual, innocent, aloof and with ZERO connection your actual foot fetish, that you feel you're instantly placed at the gates of heaven and hell simultaneously!!! 🫨

And if that wasn't hard enough, the "bugging you" and often "playfully demanding you" to "rub aunties tired feet" all while I seemingly ignored all the signs that feet are your kryptonite, did nothing short of ruin your mind!!

The most hilarious thing about it all, is that if EITHER your mom or I were getting a man we were dating to massage our feet, there'd be some sexual undertone to it.

Foot fetish or not, both her and I would register at least on some level, the sensual-sexual potential of having a man rub our feet on the regular!

But not you hey? 😱

Nope, at this point you had become both your mum and I's regular foot massager, and neither one of us batted an eye at it, especially since you'd become so good at it!

It was like the quintessential definition of being "friend-zoned", only, because I was your aunt, it seemed ludicrous to think of it like that! Of course you were getting friend zoned by me... I'm your auntie! What other zone was there?

I was accidentally, unintentionally fucking destroying you, and even your own mum had joined in on your full blown foot fetish destruction! 😵

You had actually gotten so used to me kicking my feet up on your legs during movies, that I no longer even needed to ask, you would just obediently start massaging! And when you finished mine, your mum would normally chime in, telling you now it was her turn!? And all while we carried on like this was NOTHING!?

You'd find yourself in awe of the details of our plump, mature soles... Looking down at the deep, delicious little mountains painted all over our soles and arches as you kneaded and massaged every inch, only to look over at us and get nothing! No reaction. Zero! It was like your foot fetish was somehow, someway, being fully utilized while at the same time being put on hold!?

Your cock was literally in a constant state of: WTF?! 😳😖

To us, you were just a good guy and a great son, grateful for everything your mum and I had done for you, and giving a little back in the form of humouring how much we both loved foot rubs! (...😬)

My foot rubs after teaching were always the best! But they were next level for you too, weren't they? Getting to feel the subtle, hot sweat coming off of my freshly worked-out soles 😏

It was a living nightmare wasn't it? A glorious, wondrous, heavenly nightmare that you couldn't live with, and couldn't live without!!

It was all such blissful tor.ture that you almost always lost count of how many times you had to jerk off the nights after one of my visits... And even your mum's soles were starting to invade your dreams at night!!? 🫣

On the one hand, you desperately needed it all to stop in fear of losing all sexual sanity... But on the other hand you weren't sure you could live without the feeling of our soft, sweaty, wrinkled soles in your hands!!!

And so, once more, like the time before that and like the times that would follow, you looked down at my foot on your leg, and gave into your addiction to the dick stiffening details.

Utterly in awe of Auntie 😉
To Be Continued...
xoxo

• Auntie 💋🫶🏻