Chapter 4: Sleeping Beauty

I could not believe what I was doing but I could not absolutely stop myself although my behavior seemed so wrong to me, in fact not only I was rubbing non-stop my face at the feet of another person, more and more excited, but mainly because that other person was none other than my aunt, blood of my blood. I said to myself that that could not be considered a real incest because I was just playing with the feet of my aunt and there was nothing sexual about it. But with the passage of minutes I realized to be getting wetter and my certainties began to falter.

After breathing deeply that wonderful smell, I turned away my face from the socked feet of my aunt and I had to resist the urge to immediately put my nose under her toes and sniffing again her foot scent. My willpower was very weak and at that moment I felt just as an addicted on drugs or cigarettes, only a slap managed to make me calm. Trying not to drop again my gaze to her feet, I looked my aunt who was fast asleep. Aunt Emma was really a beauty and as I watched her angelic face (still without wrinkles), her full lips, her beautiful breasts rising and falling in rhythm with her breathing, I could not help but think that I was wrong, it had everything to do with sex.

I put my hands in my face not knowing what to do, I could not believe I was sexually attracted to another woman, a woman who even was twice my age. Until then I had always been interested in boys, although I must confess that my interest was well below that that my friends had for “the other sex” and in fact I had never gone too far with a guy. I had kissed several boys in previous years but there had not been a lot more because I had not experienced that emotion that I expected, I did not have butterflies in the stomach or something like that, as all my friends used to tell me. Until then I had always thought that the absence of passion was due to the fact that I had not met the right guy yet, but that night, as I watched my beautiful aunt sleep peacefully, I began to think that behind there was something else, something much much different.

“Am I maybe a lesb...? “ I was wondering but terrified I stopped myself. I did not want to even think about that word, not because I was homophobe, I had nothing against gays but I could not identify myself with one of them, I was not different from my friends, I was “normal”.

A familiar smell came to my nostrils, and I realized that my hands, which were still on my face, were impregnated with the foot scent of my aunt. That magnificent smell wiped my remaining willpower and I collapsed on my knees, throwing myself back at the feet of my aunt Emma, buring my face in her soles with the nostrils of my nose which continued to expand and shrink rhythmically, and for a crazy moment it came in my mind the famous scene from the film “The Silence of the lamb “ with Anthony Hopkins sniffing disturbingly the perfume of the protagonist, Clarisse Starling.

While I smelled my aunt’s feet more and more intoxicated by that scent, I decided to remain motionless with my nose under her toes where the smell was more intense. I had the strong temptation to remove her socks, finally being able to touch and smell her bare feet but I thought I had all night available so I decided to take it slow, and I continued my work. After half an hour it was time to do something different and so I began to kiss the feet of my aunt, first with small pecks to her soles and then with more and more passionate kisses, finally, using my tongue. When it touched the nylon socks, I savored a very strange taste and when my brain processed that flavor, considering it delicious, I realized that I was really strange. Did I really like the taste of foot sweat? What I had become? A normal person would be horrified by sniffing the odor of the feet of another person.

“Stink “ I corrected myself, for normal people that was definitely stink.

Of course, a normal person would never licked the feet of another person, even the idea would have been repugnant, not only for the taste but also because it is considered as something extremely humbling, a gesture of submission to the other person. “Submission” ... as I continued to kiss the feet of my aunt Emma relentlessly, I thought that if smell and kiss her feet gave me so much pleasure, then I would be more than happy to submit myself to my sweet aunt.

My pussy was on fire and I could no longer forbear, so I lowered my jeans and my panties which were completely sodden. My left hand began to stimulate my clitoris while with the other one I palpated my breasts, my nose was still stuck under the toes of my aunt. My moans became louder and louder, but I did not worry, Aunt Emma would not wake up for many hours. When the orgasm came, it was so overwhelming that it took away all my energy and exhausted I lay on the hard floor, gasping for breath.

After a few minutes I had regained my strength and I was about to bury back my face between the feet of my aunt when I saw her move her legs and shocked I realized that she was waking up. Desperate I raised my jeans and my panties and I sat on the couch near her feet, pretending to sleep. Luckily, I was fast enough and when my aunt opened her eyes, I seemed fast asleep. With closed eyes I sharpened the other senses, and although I could not see, I was able to understand that my aunt had stood up with difficulty from the couch. I could not believe that with all that wine she had recovered so quickly and I cursed myself for not having taken off her socks when I had the opportunity, it would have been almost impossible to have a chance like that again.