Controlled By Mommy’s Feet

A naughty short story about a young man who just can’t stay away from his Mommy’s feet… I hear the door close downstairs, my heart races once I realize I’m completely alone. Mom has just left for work, and she won’t be back for another 9 hours. It’s the weekend, so I’m king of the castle until then. Most college kids my age would have a party, or maybe a girl over. But not me, there is only one thing on my mind. I creep down the hall quietly, still skeptical of my luck. I reach out my hand for the door at the end of the hall and push the it open to reveal my mother’s bedroom. For a few minutes, I stand in the middle of the room, scanning it with my eyes. The idea of being caught starts to mix with the perversion of the crime I’m … Continue readingControlled By Mommy’s Feet