Smell her slippers

Taking a seat on the stool, your mother places her feet gently on your lap looking at you with a sweet smile, "here mum i'll show that they really don't smell that bad. Placed on her feet are a ragged pair of grey slippers that you bought her 3 years ago as a birthday present, she never got rid of them because she found them so comfortable. Removing the slipper from her left foot you bring it to your nose and inhale loud enough so that she can hear. The sudden flood of cheesy, corn like aroma fills your nostrils and you feel your cock twitch, "Oh baby, you don't need to do that for me haha" she says with a surprised look on her face "i've had those for years, they must be potent by now" she giggles. You inhale the stench for a moment longer and look up at her embarrassed "see" you weakly smile, "okay, okay i guess they don't. Now stop i don't want to kill you haha" she says blushing. Placing the slipper down you run your fingers through the inside of it feeling the worn down cotton its hot and ever so slightly moist.

Lowering her foot down you can truly admire your mothers feet. They are a thick, meaty size 7 with short, fat toes. They are painted a deep purple colour and have slight chips on them due to the amount of house work she does. Her soles have deep wrinkles and her heel feel slightly dry. The ball beneath her big toe has some hard skin but that only adds to sheer beauty of these hard working feet. Before even managing to working your thumbs deep into your mothers meaty soles a loud bang goes off in the kitchen next door. "Oh shoot, the stew! I'll be right back, sweetie. Don't move, these piggies need a deep rub for sure!" she says running of into the kitchen. "Crap, i'll be a while, give me 10. The carrots have burned, i'll need to prepare some more" Kate shouts. Still lost in a daze from the scent of her slippers, you feel horny. Your mind must still be confused from earlier because you decided you've waited long enough to cum, you was going to do it in your room thinking about having Poppy's cock fuck your throat, but mixed with the scent of your mothers stinking slippers you whip out your cock and bring her slipper to your face.

Caught in the moment your furiously pound your cock whilst inhaling the cheesy aroma of your mothers potent slippers. Deeper and deeper you inhaling thinking about having her thick, meaty toes play with your tongue. You switch between that and having Poppy command you to suck her thick pole. Grasping her other slipper you slide you cock into and begin jerking off even faster, you can feel the warmth of your mothers soles against your tightening nut suck as your drive your cock deep into the slipper, so far that your head continuously pounds against the top. You being to moan quietly "Oh Poppy fuck my ass, pound my little ass pussy, more, more." Reminiscing from earlier in the day you feel yourself reaching your climax as you being to lick the inside of your own mother's filthy slippers, bits of cotton enter your mouth as your drive your nose even deeper into the slipper "fuuuu-" you say quietly as your eyes begin to roll into the back of your head, but not before you see the sight of your mother walk around the corner.

"W-ww-what!? What is this! what are you doing? are those my slippers!" she stammers. "uucckk" you can only reply as you unload your pent up lust into her slipper, you continue to buck into the slipper with an overload of lust as you drop the slipper as your nose. Your face goes bright red as you realise how serious a matter this is, you drop the slipper at your cock as a few more spurts land on the surrounding floor 'M-mum its not what it looks like. Im sorry, please listen" you fumble your words. "I know exactly what this is!" she screams "My son is a fucking deranged pervert, g-get out! leave, never come back!" your mother says going back into the kitchen, "please mum" you begin to cry. She returns with a knife and you know she's serious, tears in her eyes she says"get the FUCK out, never come back just like your father!" she walks towards you with intent. You scramble to pull your trousers up as you fall over making you way to the door.

An hour has past since you've been sat outside, sobbing to yourself you realise how your lust has gotten the better of you. Your homeless with no money, and now the outside is your home.