Chapter 6: Lust

It was that feeling that my friends felt kissing a boy? They too had chills like you’re freezing and at the same time sweating as if you were in the dunes of a desert, gasping for water? I wondered again what was so wrong with me, it was not normal to feel those strong emotions massaging the feet of another person, it was not normal to be used as a footstool, totally ignored as if I were not more than a piece of furniture, it was not normal to be so turned on, risking to have an orgasm at any moment.

These and many other thoughts crowded my mind while I massaged the left foot of my aunt, still marveling how soft it was, the skin smooth and delicate like that of a child. My fingers worked carefully on her sole trying to give to my aunt as much pleasure as possibile and hoping to be so good to instill in her mind a increasing desire to have always her wonderful feet pampered, a wish that I would be more than happy to satisfy.

At that moment, while I was kneeling at the feet of my aunt under her desk, there was nothing that could distract me from my work.I was so lost in another dimension, where existed just me and my aunt, I was so concentrated on massaging her foot that I didn’t even realize that I was sniffing loudly the intense odor emanating from the foot that was on my shoulder and more than once I found myself to bend slightly my head so that my nose was a few millimeters from her foot. My position became more and more uncomfortable with the passage of minutes, and soon I found myself prostrate at the feet of my aunt as if I were praying a goddess. And while my back was increasingly arched forward and my face a few centimeters from the floor, it became increasingly difficult for me massaging her foot.

I was taken by surprise when my aunt took away her foot from my hands and I was stunned when she rested it on my head, pressing my face against the cold floor. I did not know what to do and my mind was unable to process a response, more and more clouded by the tumult of emotions that were upsetting my soul. I decided to do nothing and I stood still in that uncomfortable position, with my face pressed against the floor, and my aunt’s foot on my head. I heard my aunt giggling and after a moment her fingers returned to tap on the keyboard of her computer. I wondered what my aunt was thinking at that moment, I wondered what she was feeling having her niece prostrate at her feet, using her as a footstool. Did she realize that I was attracted to her feet?

“If she had not understood it before, there is no doubt that she had figured it by now,” I said to myself, thinking that perhaps with my non-reaction I had revealed all my strange feelings towards my aunt, better than how I could do with my words.

Time seemed to have stopped and I could not tell if it had been a few seconds or many hours since I took that humiliating position. What I could say with certainty is that I continued to remain still even though the muscles of my back were on fire and my legs had fallen asleep for a long time, the foot of my aunt still pressed on my head. At some point I no longer felt the noise of the keyboard and I asked myself what my aunt was doing. The temptation to lift my head and look up was very strong, but I did not dare to move and I continued to remain motionless, trying to sharpen my hearing. My ears did not hear anything and I thought that maybe my aunt was just re-reading what she had written but considering that she was using the trackpad and not the mouse, I even could not feel the wheel moving and I could not know if I was right or not.

After five minutes ( or so I thought) I felt decrease the pressure of her foot and a moment later, my aunt took off her left foot from my head and her right (that was on my shoulder) off my back. Finally free to move, when I was on all fours, I looked up. My aunt was looking at me with a broad smile and her beautiful green eyes seemed to glow with joy. I did not know if I should say something to her but I had not even the time to prepare a speech in my mind that her feet were again on my face. That time my aunt did not seem satisfied with my position and maneuvered me like I was a puppet.

A few seconds later I was lying on the floor on my back with both of her feet on my face and in that moment, with her heels on my forehead and her toes almost on my lips, I was in ecstasy. Knowing by now that I had been discovered, I began to smell loudly her feet, more and more tempted to open my mouth, to stick out my tongue and lick relentlessly those soles that seemed fit so good my face. While I was more and more excited and I was struggling to hold back my moans of pleasure, Aunt Emma took off her feet from my face and put them on the sides of my head, with my disappointment. She slightly moved her chair so that, looking up, I could see her face. Aunt Emma giggled again seeing my face flushed.

“God, I love this sound,” I thought, continuing to look at the angelic face of my aunt.

When Aunt Emma finished her giggle, she looked straight into my eyes and asked me:

-So? What has upset you so much this morning? -

Her question caught me by surprise, with all that had happened I would have expected a very different question. I mean, it does not happen every day to have a girl half your age, your own niece, who lets you put your feet in her face and lets you use her as a footstool.

- So? - My aunt repeated, beginning to lose patience.

- Um ... I talked to my mother, her agent has met one of the production yesterday - I said almost stammering

- And? - My aunt said, inviting me to continue my speech