My Moms Feet Put Me In Therapy

My Moms Feet Put Me In Therapy: An Erotic Sex Story

This story is about a young man who has a sexual obsession with his mother’s feet. The obsession drives him to therapy, where he discovers a hidden world of sexual pleasure and forbidden desires.

It all started one day when I was walking through the house and caught sight of my mother’s feet. I couldn’t help but stop and stare. Her feet were perfectly manicured, with soft, creamy skin and long, slender toes. I felt a sudden rush of excitement, and I quickly hurried away before she could notice me ogling her feet.

That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about my mother’s feet. I tried to push the thoughts away, but the more I resisted, the stronger the urge became. I found myself fantasizing about kissing her feet, licking her toes, and even running my tongue along her delicate, sensitive soles. I was both aroused and horrified by these thoughts, and I felt ashamed that I was having such inappropriate thoughts about my own mother.

The next day, I made an appointment with a therapist. I was too embarrassed to tell my family or friends about my problem, so I decided to go alone. In therapy, I finally admitted what had been going on in my head. Feelings of guilt and shame soon gave way to a strange sense of relief. I was able to talk openly about my obsession and to explore my feelings without judgment.

The therapist suggested that I could indulge my fantasies in a safe, controlled way. He suggested that I buy some foot fetish DVDs and watch them in the privacy of my own bedroom. This was a major breakthrough for me, as I had never before allowed myself to explore my fantasies, even in my own mind.

That night, I bought the DVDs and settled in for a night of foot-centric pleasure. As I watched the videos, I felt my body responding. I felt a rush of arousal and my skin seemed to tingle with excitement. After watching for a few hours, I finally let my imagination take over.

In my mind, I was now in my mother’s bedroom. She was asleep, and I was standing at the foot of her bed, admiring her feet. I gently brushed my fingertips along her soles, feeling the softness of her skin and the warmth of her body. I traced my fingers between her toes and pressed lightly on her sensitive areas. I felt an overwhelming surge of arousal, and I wanted to touch more.

I leaned down and kissed her feet, lightly at first and then more passionately. I tasted the salty sweetness of her skin, and I felt my desire growing. I moved my mouth up her legs, kissing and licking her skin as I went. I explored every inch of her body, and soon we were both lost in a wave of pleasure.

When I awoke the next morning, I felt different. I felt empowered and liberated, as if I had crossed a threshold. I realized that I could indulge my fantasies in a safe, consensual way and still keep my relationship with my mother intact. I decided to continue therapy and explore my desires further.

Over the next few months, I discovered a world of pleasure that I never knew existed. I explored different fetishes, from foot worship to domination and submission. I also began to seek out more extreme sexual experiences, like visiting brothels and hiring escorts. I was able to explore my desires without guilt or shame, and I felt my confidence growing every day.

My obsession with my mother’s feet had led me to a place of sexual freedom that I never dreamed was possible. I had taken my fantasy and made it reality. So, the next time I saw my mother, I knew that I could look her in the eyes and still feel the same love and respect that I had before. I had finally found the courage to embrace my desires and find pleasure in them.

My mother had unknowingly put me on the path to sexual liberation. I would forever be grateful for the moment when I first glanced at her feet.