Mom said to do anything she needs, so of course I do.

You take a few deep breaths and unscrew the cap of the nail polish bottle, placing it carefully on a silver tray that Mrs. Amato gives you. Then you pick up her foot, it is a sturdy, but gracefully arched foot which smells clean and freshly bathed. You dip the brush in the bottle, wipe one side of it against the inner neck of the bottle, and then carefully apply it to her big toe nail, in long strokes, from back to tip.

"Oh, eccelente! Tu sei perfetta! Sei una naturale!"

You don't understand Italian, but you get the gist that she's pleased with your work. Happily you continue painting her nails, one by one, until you feel her other foot insert itself INTO YOUR CROTCH!!

"Eep!" you squeal like a girl, trying to shift yourself away, but she burrows her foot into your crotch as if it were nothing at all unusual.

"Oh, Paolo," she says, wickedly. "Now that you're all grown up, we will have so much more fun together. I have so many more, how to say, *femminile* tasks that you can help me with.

You continue doing painting her nails as she strokes your hard cock through your jeans with her other foot. After your done, she makes you blow on her toes to help the polish dry. By now she's captured the head of your penis between her toes and is rubbing it, making your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure.

Finally you are done. On impulse, you give her foot a kiss, tilting it up and placing a wet kiss right on the sole of the foot.

WHY DID YOU DO THAT? you wonder, your nose and lips pressed into the bottom of her foot. The gesture is so subservient and worshipful.

"Oh Paolo," Mrs. Amato sighs. "You continue to surprise me."

She presses her foot directly into your face, rubbing it around.

"Oh, we are going to have so much fun together. Now, finish my other foot, and then we'll have some fun."

Some fun? You like the sound of that.

Careful to do a good job, you cradle her other foot and carefully apply the nail polish so it's smooth and glossy. Then, under Mrs. Amato's direction, you gently blow on her toes for 5 minutes until it's dry.

It's like you're worshipping her feet. Which, you really are, aren't you? Do you have a foot fetish? In addition to your panty fetish and bra fetish (and not to mention your horny for your sisters and your Mom - we won't go into what THAT's all about!!) do you also have a foot fetish?

Just how perverted are you??

"Wonderful," Mrs. Amato said. "Now lay on your back and close your eyes."

You do as instructed. Mrs. Amato turns you around so you're facing towards her, but still on your back, and then she puts a foot directly on your hard cock.

"Keep those eyes closed!" she says.

"Yes, Ma'am!" you say, obediently.

She strokes your achingly hard member through your pants with her foot, but then you feel her pull one of your feet into her lap! She's removing your shoes and socks!

Now she's massaging your foot?? She still has one foot with it's toes curled around your hard rod, stroking it slowly. Now what is she doing?

"Keep those eyes closed!"

"I will!"

She's doing something delicate with your toes, one after the other. Then she switches your feet and repeats it. First she removes your shoes and socks, then gives you a quick foot massage, then something with your toes.

You feel her blowing on your toes.

NO.... SHE DIDN'T... !!

"All done! You may open your eyes now!"

You open your eyes and immediately see that your toenails have been painted bright red!

"You painted my toenails??" you gasp in shock.

"One good deed deserves another," she says, with a knowing smile. "Look at how cute those toes look! And now we match! I bet you just can't wait to show those adorable sisters of yours your new look!"

"But, but..." you sputter. "I didn't want..."

"Hush, hush. No need to thank me. I know what you really need. Now I need to go. My gentleman friend will be coming soon. Here are your shoes and socks. You can put them back on outside."

She rushes you out the back door onto the patio.

Shocked, there's nothing you can think of to do other than to put your shoes and socks back on.

You decide to walk around the house to leave. As you cross back into the front yard, you see a handsome older gentleman being welcomed by Mrs. Amato at the front door. She quickly lets him in.