No, we're not doing much. At least, I don't think we are.” Caroline opened the front door of her home, the hinges of which creaked unhealthily. Another job on the list. “I suppose it's up to my sister. If she wants to do something I'll be more than hap--” Adam swallowed. He hated when his mom guilt tripped him. If only he could tell her the truth, she'd let him off the hook. If only he could say: “Mom, I'm sexually attracted to female feet!” That'd excuse him from rubbing their feet. But no, that would be too humiliating to admit to his own mother, especially with aunt Karen present. The only way it would be worse was if Jessica was here too, not staying at a friend's house until the move was complete. Kim bit her tongue, holding off on berating her son for sounding so reluctant when asking a question. The least he could do was pretend to be helpful, even though he had somehow grown up to be one of the laziest people she had ever known. Kim clapped her hands together with a note of finality. “There, all done. Are you comfortable enough?”

Staying silent, Caroline lowered the hairbrush towards the canvas of flesh trapped between her thighs. The closer it came, the higher the corners of her lips curled. It took a lot of restraint for Caroline to not simply go wild with the hairbrush. She knew that sometimes, a woman had to be patient. After all, the purpose of this evening's festivities were to discipline Billy, right? That should alleviate any disgusting pleasure that you get from sniffing Jessica's shoe.” Kim explained her actions whilst ignoring Adam's increasingly desperate muffled protests. Well, watch this," Erin said, and lowered two fingers into the soft spot between my stomach and legs, just for a moment. It was like a bolt of lightning and I screamed into the gag. Once this is over, and it soon will be, these boots are getting peeled off and you're going to clean my filthy feet with your pitiful human tongue.” Over the course of the brutal 250 hit combo, Billy went through a range of states. At first he was moaning, which became faster and faster as he approached the edge at high speed. Then, 115 hits into the ultimate finisher, Billy tensed up suddenly, becoming still as he was overcome by an orgasm. He moaned loudly, trying not to think about the disgustingly sour flavour of his mom's pantyhose and the toes which cupped his nose when Caroline caught wind of what was going on. “Already?” She teased, giving her son's nose a squeeze. “We aren't even halfway through the combo Billy.”

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Waiting in the uncomfortable silence following the moment his mother finished reading Katie's note, Billy fought to remain quiet when the next few vibrations hit. The last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself, interrupting his mother's train of thought and helping her to agree with Katie. Admittedly, the controller vibrating against his semi-stiff member was somewhat pleasurable. He might have actually enjoyed it were he not tied up in the presence of his mom, tormented by the strong odour of her feet. Furthermore, the infrequency of the vibrations only served to tease, never lasting long enough to cause significant stimulation. OneAuthor. They really are cruel, right? The desire to discipline inherited from their mother mixed with their complicated feelings about the punishment makes for one hell of a combination. Poor Adam will really be in trouble when Jessica arrives if she's anything like her mom and aunt. Easy Billy, easy.” Caroline continued the kind, caring tone, although the evil grin curling her lips was anything but kind and caring. Her silky fingers, soft thanks to plenty of moisturising, kept on petting her son's soles as one would with a frightened horse. Meanwhile, the fingers of her spare hand were curling around the handle of a paddle hairbrush.

Of course, Caroline could have but a stop to this at any time. But seeing how crushingly humiliating that this was for Billy, she wanted nothing other than to continue. If this didn't teach him a lesson, what would? Moreover, Caroline found herself actually enjoying this absolute domination, even if it was over her own son, and she had much more planned. A few awkward minutes lapsed before anyone spoke again. “Adam, if you need the toilet at all go now. I'm sweaty all over and want a shower before the pizza arrives.” Sighing with defeat, Billy kept his nose slightly away from the openings of his mother's well worn heels. But even that was corrected when Caroline placed a foot on either side of his face, grasping his head between both pungent feet and forcing her son's nose into one of her still warm shoes. “MMMMMPPPPHHHH!” Billy couldn't not scream at this new level of foot odour, his nose was in hell. The feet released Adam's face somewhat, no longer smushing his facial features up with their smelly soles. “So, what now? Do we make him continue?” Karen asked, wanting to push forward yet unsure if it was the right thing to do.All she received in response was a muffled yell. It was a hilarious sight for Caroline, after such a long day of work. There he was, her son, on the floor by the television in a strict hog-tie. All of his clothing save the blue boxer shorts were missing. His wrists and ankles were tied together and those ties were joined, resulting in the hog-tie. Caroline could see that an extra few ropes bound his shins, knees and thighs together too. Each length of rope was tied over a strip of cloth, preventing friction against the bare skin. The reason that poor Billy couldn't speak was because of what the perpetrator had done to his face. Strips of duct tape covered his lips, preventing him from spitting something out of his mouth, something big enough to cause his cheeks to bulge. Over that, covering his nose, was a small blue canvas sneaker. Placed in such a way that every breath the victim took was tainted by the odour of the footwear, the laces were tied behind his head to keep it in place. Done.” He stated, still able to taste the salty sourness of unwashed feet. He feared that might be the case for hours to come. Karen rolled her eyes. “What your mom means to say, Adam, is that the two of us think that we deserve nice, long, relaxing foot massages from you. That's all we ask.”

Of the two, it was clear that his mother had the larger feet by about one whole size. He didn't know what either of their shoe sizes were, Adam was proud to claim that he'd never stooped low enough to do anything with either of their footwear. His sister on the other hand... You just hold still, Matt, while Erin ties your feet. Don't move," Lisa said, holding me in place. Carly got my feet tied fast and them Barbara tied me to the chair around the chest. And I'll have seen it all soon enough!” Karen added with a giggle that belonged to a much younger, much more adventurous woman. Adam knew perfectly well that his younger sister would jump at the chance to make him suffer. She'd likely spend hours at a time down here, driving him insane. He didn't want that at all. Adam had slowed down in an effort to minimise the misery of his taste buds but with the new risk involved, his tongue went into overdrive. At a rapid pace, Adam's mouth hoovered up what was left of the filth on his mom's toes, parting his lips again and letting the four toes go completely. Three fingers.” This came around the same amount of time later. With each progression they sounded less monotone, poorly hidden excitement breaching the mask they had put on. Adam assumed that they were imitating their mother. Having met her, a textbook disciplinarian, he could see her doing the very same thing but taking less pleasure out of the task.

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Wouldn't miss it for the world. I have to untie him eventually, so I might as well get all the fun out of Billy whilst I still can.” The two fingers explored Adam's soles, slowly and methodically, leaving no bit of sensitive flesh untouched. This went on for a minute or two, though to Adam's estimation, like everything else he had experienced this evening, it felt like much longer. Apparently you're silver ranked now Billy. I don't know what that means, but I doubt it's good. Sounds like if you don't get your freedom soon, you'll end up in bronze rank like that girl said.” Katie informed Billy, complimenting her words with a giggle. Shhhh. It's okay Billy.” Caroline's fingers came to a stop at Billy's toes, hooking into the crevice below the heads and putting downwards pressure onto them. Not only did this prevent him from even jerking his feet upwards, but also pulled the skin of his soles nice and taut. Erin then got up, stood over my bound and helpless body for about a minute, and when the timer was just about out again, she jabbed her big toe into my hips and wiggled it for about 3 seconds. I bolted upright and screamed again.