Willow, Mother - Faint Spiral Memory

I awoke this morning feeling groggy. It is my first day off in a few day which should be normal. Though something feels off about today. I don't exactly remember when I fell asleep last night. My only memory of last night is my daughter Dehlia asked me to look at something. As I check my phone all I see is a text from her. "Mom don't forget to do laundry today. " is the last text I have from her. She is a nineteen-year-old college student, who still needs me to do her laundry, though this doesn't seem unusual to me. I seem to remember her sending me something last night to watch, but nothing else is here. As the last of these faded thoughts leave my head I decide to get to the laundry.

As I head into the laundry room like any other day I'm greeted by the usual empty basket ready to filled with the just clean clothes. I open the dryer and pull the load of fresh and bright white bras and panties my daughter and I share. Once the baskets full I move aside the basket to move over the wet clothes that had just been washed. I carry the wet load of my daughter's cheer uniforms over to the dryer and slide them in, setting the dryer and turn the machine on. With the two loads finished up I pull over the next basket over to inspect the new load. As the basket is pulled in front of me I am greeted by my daughter's dirty socks. A full load of different socks all of different lengths and colors. For some reason it always seemed like she had a lot of them, but today something is off about the load. It's almost as if the smell of her socks just hits me the moment I bring the basket over. The smell of them all is familiar, she goes on constant jogs and is a cheerleader. The familiar scent of her hot sweaty socks never affected me before, yet today is different. The scent almost feels addictive today. Something about the smell is amazing today, almost as though I was in front of a bed of roses. I only had one sock in hand, but before me was like a full bouquet of beautiful smelling roses. I knew they were just my daughter's socks, yet something about them was almost attracting me. Before long, my eyes lock on to a pair of her thigh highs that have an eerily familiar pattern to them. Without realizing it I garb the sock and bring them closer to my head to inspect them further. They seem pretty normal just a pair of socks with curvy pattern to them. Lines of pastel pink and a deep black adorn the socks before me. It all seems strange and I can almost place where I first saw this patter, but then the smell hits me again. So close to my face it's like the scent speaks to me. "Kiss me, love me, worship me." Words so loud it's like I can't ignore them. They have an almost truth to them though. This scent is so intoxicating, that I do love it, that I need to worship them.

"Well well well what have we here?" My daughter says in what should feel like a condescending tone. I turn over to greet her "What are you talking about?" I try to say only to find my mouth gaged by my own daughter's balled together socks. In horror I spit out the socks and try to explain myself to my daughter. It doesn't even don on me that rather then meet her gaze, my eyes are glued to her feet. "Whatcha doing there mom?" My daughter asks as I hopelessly try to rip my gaze from her feet. "I-I was just doing laundry sweetie." I explain still unable to look her in the eyes. "Funny I didn't know my socks required a tongue washing." She says in almost a snarky tone. A quick retort pops into my head as quickly as it leaves and I fall back to my knees from where I was working laundry. I can't help but notice the similar pattern adorned on the socks I see her wearing before me. White and black curves until it hits me what the pattern is. My daughter is wearing a pair of thigh high Black and white spiral patterned socks. "what do you think of my outfit mom." She asks me as I still fight my thoughts to stay in my head. "It's sooo sexy darling." I say in surprise as I find myself drenched in my own juices. My daughter's laughter echos into my head. I feel like I have heard her laugh like that before, but I can't place where. "Well I know you like these socks, but what about the rest of my outfit?" She asks me as she tilts my head up revealing that she has no other clothes on.

The moment her finger leaves my chin my head drops down back to her feet which I find myself pouncing on. Soon my body obeys the rebellious words of the scent. "Kiss me, love me, worship me." I find myself obeying the scent's soft pleas and begin worshiping my daughter's feet. "Hehehe guess your not to mad that I decided to go casual." the practical goddess that my daughter seems to me in this state says. Even though I feel like I should demand her to put some more clothes on I decide instead to move the conversation forward. "What was it you showed me last night, my mind is still kinda fuzzy." I ask her instead. "Oh that I was gonna send that to my girlfriend, but I guess it went to you instead." Something almost feels off from her explanation, but I continue our talk. "What was it exactly?" I ask her again. "Oh just a video called Willow gets hypnotized by toes." With this explanation I can now recall the video A pink and white spiral almost covers a video of a woman flaunting her sock covered toes. I feel like some words may have been in that video, but all thoughts of that leave my mind as I gently suckle at my daughter's sweat coated foot. "So once your finished with this pair wanna come up to my room and suck on my bare toes?" my daughter asked. The very thought nearly makes me cum in front of her "Yes of course I would." I tell her in between lustful gasps for air. The only thing I can't figure is who this woman who shared my name was, and why she was supposed to be hypnotized by that other woman who looked kinda like my daughter. Guess life is just kinda weird like that.