Love my mom's feet

This is something that happened years ago. To make this flow a little more smoothly, I've added conversations between us that aren't 100% word for word. It's been a while, I don't remember what we actually said but it's along the lines of what I've written. Anyway, let me start.

My mother had me when she was still in school, and my father did not stick around. Because of this, mom had to take care of the two of us and still go through school. When she graduated, she couldn't afford to go to a better school, so she took whatever jobs she could find to support us. She is an amazing woman, and never had me worrying about money. In fact, she was even able to spoil me, and the reason for that is the reason for this post.

As I got older, I noticed my mom would spend the day working, then come home, and do whatever she had to do around the house. However, most nights around 8-9pm she would dissappear in her room for a while, usually giving the excuse "mommy has some extra work she needs to get done." She always made a point to say she was really busy and that I couldn't, under and circumstances, come into her room. I would wonder what she was doing, but wanted to respect her wishes to not go in.

One day, however, I broke the rule. I couldn't find an important paper that I needed for class, so in my panic I opened her door and starred asking her if she had seen it. What I saw when I opened the door made me stop dead in my tracks. I saw her, on her bed, laptop.open, with her feet directly in front of the laptop camera. She quickly slammed the laptop and started stammering, then quickly got angry and told me to get out and shut the door. I did just that and went to sit down on the couch, my head spinning. A while she came out and sat next to me.

"I told you not to come in when I'm working." Was all she said at first.

"I'm sorry, I was just panicking, I didn't mean to.." I started to say, but she just sighed. She told me how I should forget about what I saw. But I couldn't. Honestly, I was intrigued and wanted to know more. And I told her that. She seemed uncomfortable for a minute, before sighing and telling me what was going on.

For the past few years she had been doing cam shows showing off her feet. She had been making a decent profit off it too. While her other jobs covered bills and rent, the cam job was mostly for spending and saving it for an emergency. Suddenly, I felt bad. She was not only working different jobs to get us by, but also doing this to make sure I was able to go out and have fun. So, I did what I thought was smart at the time and blurted out "Well at least let me help you."

She looked shocked, her eyes wide and mouth open. "Help.. me? What do you mean help me?"

"I don't know, want me to hold the camera or something? Or come up with ideas or advertise?" I asked, not really sure how I could help either.

She hesitated for a moment than laughed. "Well, if I think of something I'll let you know." She said rating her hand on my head. "I'm glad you're not weirded out by this." She said as she gave me a hug.

The next few weeks passed without anything. I thought she had just either forgotten, or just ignored my requests. Until the day she knocked on my bedroom door.

"Hey, can I talk to you about something." I of course accepted and let her in. She sat on my bed while small talking for a minute, before dropping the bomb. Apparently, one of her regulars had requested a special video. One that she could use my help with. He wanted to watch someone smell her feet. She told me she knew it was weird and expected me to day no, but just thought she'd ask anyway. But honestly? I was all for it. I let out the quickest "yes" of my life, once again shocking her.

"Alright, then we'll do it. Tomorrow at 8."

My heart was racing. I had no idea why, but I was excited for this, as wierd as it was. The next day went by normally, but as it got closer and closer to 8 I grew more and more nervous. Finally, it was time and me and my mom headed into her room. I watched as she opened the laptop and set everything up, and I couldn't help but admire her feet as she did it. Why did I keep looking? Why couldn't I stop?

She did her intro and greeted her regular customer. Finally, it was my turn. She called me over, and I kneeled at the foot of her bed. She positioned the laptop so the frame was good, then I watched as she sat in front of me, her feet resting on the sheets.

"Ready?" She asked.

I nodded, and a moment later watched as her feet came to cover my face. "OH my god, I can't believe this." She said while giggling. I started smelling them, and found I couldn't stop myself. They didn't really smell like anything, considering she had showered about an hour before, but I kept sniffing. I'm not sure how much time passed with her feet in my face, but eventually she moved them away. I wished it wasn't over, I wanted to keep going.

I heard her say goodbye to her customer and close out the stream, and suddenly she gasped. "What's wrong, did something happen?"

"I... he just have me $1000 dollars for that." She said in disbelief. The two of us celebrated. While she usually did well for herself, this was a whole new level.

"Don't worry, I won't make you do that again." She said smiling. I nervously laughed, but couldn't stop myself from telling her how I really felt. I loved it, it was amazing, I wanted to do it again. I saw her shocked expression yet again, before she nervously laughed. "Alright, I guess we will see what happens."

It wasn't until about a month later she finally asked for my help again. If you're interested in hearing more, let me know.