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It's already on my Patreon, will be posted here in the next few days. For now, here's a snippet.


"You've always had such a weakness for toes, my dear," she said in a low voice, leaning in closer to him. "So I decided to wear these, only for you” she told him, extending her leg and placing her pantyhosed foot under his nose.

As Peter inhaled, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. The scent that filled his nostrils was not unpleasant, but rather clean, inviting, and distinctly feminine. It wafted towards him, enveloping him in a warm and comforting embrace. It was clear to Peter that Angela took great pride in her personal hygiene; the delicate aroma danced around him like a fragrant symphony. A rush of excitement coursed through him at the thought of her preparing herself for their encounter. Angela couldn't help but notice the blissful expression on his face as he breathed in her scent, igniting a spark of desire within her.

Peter's mind was in a frenzy as his mother's delicate foot teased and danced just inches from his nose. The power she held over him with such a simple gesture was both exhilarating and daunting. His heart pounded in his chest as he tentatively reached out and took her foot in his hand, feeling the smooth fabric of her pantyhose against his skin. He brought her toes to his lips, savoring the softness and warmth of them, and pressed gentle kisses on each one. The scent of her perfume mixed with the earthy smell of her skin filled his senses, making him feel both intoxicated and powerless under her spell.

You can get it on my Patreon page as ReasonableTurnip. It will be published here within 2 weeks.

For now, a small advance:

Evelyn remembered the phone still in her hand. She started to read the messages and saw it. It was a picture of Malcolm's list. “My brother’s list,” the caption said. Several “surprised” and a lot of “angry” emojis reacted to the photo. Comments of “creep,” “dork,” and the like followed it.

She looked at her daughter, aghast. “Do you know what you did? What were you thinking?”

“I didn’t think!” she cried. “I just saw it on Malcolm’s corkboard, I thought it was funny and posted it. I never thought the girls would react this way!”