Aunt Experiences
Posted: Tue May 10, 2022 4:45 pm
I want to take a moment to post an old experience involving my aunt who was the main reason behind my shoe/foot fetish.
There has been plenty of experiences with my aunt’s feet…either of me witnessing a foot fetish situation or me being involved with her feet.
**Granted I am not sharing these as a form of boasting, nor do I condone the actions of my Aunt. You can believe what you want, but I know what happened and I just ask to share these and that’s it. These events happened at a different time in society and like many, we all had someone that influenced our foot fetish and certain times in our lives. With that, here is my experiences**
- How it started -
This experience occurred well around the mid to late 80’s. I was a young lad and I remember playing with my action figures on the floor near the couch in the living room. There was family over, must have been for either a holiday or Sunday dinner, not sure.
Anyway, while I was playing with my action figures, my aunt was sitting down near me with her bare feet planted against the floor. I remember using her feet as either mountains or a base (must have been GI Joe's) to either add to my playing environment. I remember my mom telling me to stop it but my aunt didn’t mind.
Mom went to either the kitchen or somewhere to grab something when I remember my Aunt grabbing one of my action figures with her big toe and then lifting it up above the floor, crossing her right leg over left while still holding the action figure between her big toe and second toe dangling it in the air.
While it was raised, I flipped over from my belly to my back and was now looking up at her dangling foot clenching my action figure. My Aunt peaked under the table and whispered, “I don’t know if you want it back sweetie.” I tried reaching for it but she raised her leg in the air, “Your Army man might smell like my feet” she said.
I quickly tried reaching for it and grabbing it as my hands would grace her bare soles not realizing I was actually tickling her (found out later she has very ticklish feet) which released my action figure from her clutches. “So you think you can just tickle me without payback”, my Aunt said as she lowered her right bare foot on my shirt covered stomach and proceeded to wiggle her foot around on me.
Instantly, I started to giggle and wiggle from the tickling sensation and little force from her wiggling bare foot around my stomach, which also caused my shirt to start to rise up. My Aunt continued to look under the table as she took the opportunity that was open and grabbed my shirt with her hand to raise it up, “Let’s find out how ticklish you really are?” my Aunt said tilting her head grinning as she proceeded to both her bare feet under my shirt giving me that skin on skin contact.
My body was bouncing around as I laughed not just as she slide her bare feet on my bare stomach, but my Aunt was scrunching and wiggle her toes too. If that wasn’t crazy enough, my Aunt’s feet were also very cold (something of a norm involving my Aunt).
In the short amount of time it lasted, my Aunt was giggling and grinning as much as I was wiggling and laughing. I then somehow wiggled my way out of her grasp and ran down the hall. I returned sometime later to my Aunt giving me a little wink.
From that point on, my experiences continued to grow as more opportunities occurred where I would either witness or be apart of my aunt’s playful feet.
-The End-
There has been plenty of experiences with my aunt’s feet…either of me witnessing a foot fetish situation or me being involved with her feet.
**Granted I am not sharing these as a form of boasting, nor do I condone the actions of my Aunt. You can believe what you want, but I know what happened and I just ask to share these and that’s it. These events happened at a different time in society and like many, we all had someone that influenced our foot fetish and certain times in our lives. With that, here is my experiences**
- How it started -
This experience occurred well around the mid to late 80’s. I was a young lad and I remember playing with my action figures on the floor near the couch in the living room. There was family over, must have been for either a holiday or Sunday dinner, not sure.
Anyway, while I was playing with my action figures, my aunt was sitting down near me with her bare feet planted against the floor. I remember using her feet as either mountains or a base (must have been GI Joe's) to either add to my playing environment. I remember my mom telling me to stop it but my aunt didn’t mind.
Mom went to either the kitchen or somewhere to grab something when I remember my Aunt grabbing one of my action figures with her big toe and then lifting it up above the floor, crossing her right leg over left while still holding the action figure between her big toe and second toe dangling it in the air.
While it was raised, I flipped over from my belly to my back and was now looking up at her dangling foot clenching my action figure. My Aunt peaked under the table and whispered, “I don’t know if you want it back sweetie.” I tried reaching for it but she raised her leg in the air, “Your Army man might smell like my feet” she said.
I quickly tried reaching for it and grabbing it as my hands would grace her bare soles not realizing I was actually tickling her (found out later she has very ticklish feet) which released my action figure from her clutches. “So you think you can just tickle me without payback”, my Aunt said as she lowered her right bare foot on my shirt covered stomach and proceeded to wiggle her foot around on me.
Instantly, I started to giggle and wiggle from the tickling sensation and little force from her wiggling bare foot around my stomach, which also caused my shirt to start to rise up. My Aunt continued to look under the table as she took the opportunity that was open and grabbed my shirt with her hand to raise it up, “Let’s find out how ticklish you really are?” my Aunt said tilting her head grinning as she proceeded to both her bare feet under my shirt giving me that skin on skin contact.
My body was bouncing around as I laughed not just as she slide her bare feet on my bare stomach, but my Aunt was scrunching and wiggle her toes too. If that wasn’t crazy enough, my Aunt’s feet were also very cold (something of a norm involving my Aunt).
In the short amount of time it lasted, my Aunt was giggling and grinning as much as I was wiggling and laughing. I then somehow wiggled my way out of her grasp and ran down the hall. I returned sometime later to my Aunt giving me a little wink.
From that point on, my experiences continued to grow as more opportunities occurred where I would either witness or be apart of my aunt’s playful feet.
-The End-