Just a warning that this is a fairly lengthy write-up, so if you don’t have the patience for reading a long post or one that deals with ‘indiscretions’ taken with their mom’s shoes, you’ve been warned upfront.
I've always had a thing for womens feet, sandals, and heels. In the very early 80s I remember being literally only four years old and being brought into my dad's office; the sight of the secretary's open toe heels was something that just mesmerized me. At home, my mom used to also wear these cute ‘yoyos’ sandals all the time; the noise when she would walk around in them would make my little wee wee tingle when I didn't even know what that meant. I would ride around in the back of our cars, both of which were stick shifts (a 70s Toyota Corona and a VW Karman Ghia), and watch her push the pedals of these weak-engine cars in those sandals often.
Anyway, my first one on one shoe experience was when I was 12 or 13. We had this house that didn't have a very big closet in the master bedroom so my mom would keep a bunch of her clothes in the closet of the guest bedroom that was at the end of the hall. This room also had a TV with cable so sometimes I'd watch a show or a movie in there. One evening I was in here watching a movie on cable; the closet door had been left partially open and down on the floor, under the hanging clothes I could see these heels with laces that were all curled up on the floor around them. During the time I was watching the move I couldn't stop looking at those heels sitting in the closet; I wanted to get a closer look at them to see what they really looked like but everyone (mom, stepdad, and younger brother) was in the house so I couldn’t. Finally, when it started to get late, everyone went off to bed; I said I was just going to stay in the guest room to finish watching the movie before I went to bed as well. Once the house quieted down I went over to the closet and removed those heels and was instantly more excited then I'd ever been. They were Pappagallo's, and I thought they were so sexy and my dick was crazy hard at the sight of them (and I could swear that I remembered seeing her wear them years ago driving that old Karman Ghia on her way to a dinner date with my dad). Knowing that everyone was in bed, and with the background of the movie still going, I pulled my pants down and stuck my cock inside the right one. I licked the other one feverishly while I got down on the floor and started fucking the one on my dick. I played with them like this for what felt like forever (the movie ended and I didn't even know it) and at one point started rubbing the sole of one on my hard cock. Suddenly I felt this amazing feeling of everything in me rushing towards my cock and I squirted up a huge load - all over my shirt, and the sandals (this little epipsode was also how I discovered masturbation). I was very fortunate to find a pair identical to them on ebay last year - they're pictured below, and are even the same size. The only difference is these are yellow while my mom's had been white. But otherwise they are idential in every way; I've always remembered every detail of those sandals from the erotic times I spent with them, especially that first.
But this story continues. after I had cleaned everything up and put the Pappagallo heels back (I still was insanely turned on by them; it was so hard to put them back and leave them be), I saw what must have been an old box from the liquor store in the side corner of the closet. I could see what appeared to be other shoes through the lid, and I took this out to see what was inside. I could not believe what I found when I opened the box, as this closet was apparently where my mom stored all her summer shoes, three pairs of which I found very arousing. Two of them were Unisa (one a black flat slingback the other a muave colored harache style, open heel and toe) both of which I could tell had been worn (I’d never seen her wear them before, however soon enough that would change
I actually managed to find an old picture of her wearing the black Unisa sandals, see the picture and her feet and you’ll agree you would have fucked them too). Finally, the third pair of sandals was a knotted white leather slingback with a small wedge heel and a suede footbed. The suede footbed of these had visible toe prints (unfortunately I’ve been unable to find a good picture that conveys what these sandals looked like; trust me they were hot). I played with all three pairs of sandals the entire night, rubbing them on my dick, licking them and ejaculating in the black Unisas and the knotted white leather slingbacks; I remember how amazing the suede footbed of these sandals felt on my dick.
After this I literally went up to that room daily to get my hands on the Pappagallo or the other sandals and fuck them. Sometimes I would sneak them into the bathroom across the hall, other times I would just be by myself in that room watching TV and secretly give them some love when everyone else was out or somewhere else in the house and it was safe. Sadly, my mom cleaned out that spare bedroom closet later that year and the Pappagallos dissappeared. The other sandals however found themselves moved into a closet down in our basement, right near where my bedroom was. They were in the same box, and I'd get to play with them daily, alternating between the different pairs. I literally would have free go at them all evening after getting home from school; my brother also had a room down here in the basement but it wasn't hard to get into that closet and sneak out a pair of the sandals. That next summer, she brought them out of storage and put them on a new shoe rack she had set up in the guest bedroom. That summer, I got to see her wear those three pairs of sandals several times. She had very attractive, perfect and well maintained size 8s. I fucked those sandals any time I could get my hands on them. The experiences I had with them left me senseless and unable to concentrate on anything else and thinking of when my next encounter would be.
My mom was also a junior high teacher at the very school I went to; she was considered one of the hotter teachers by most of the boys back in this time (late 80s / early 90s), and I would see her wearing these sandals at school often. Seeing her wear them in public, among my peers, gave me this odd sensation of arousal mixed with embarrassment, like all my classmates knew that I’d been banging her shoes. I remember once during an assembly, she walked out in front of the entire school wearing the white knotted low wedge sandals (with the suede footbed, oh how I loved having sex with these). The sound they made across the gym as she walked up to the stage was enough to about make me pass out – a mix of horny excitement, mixed with guilt. But seeing her wear them at school all day and drive home in them was enough for me to not care about anything but when I’d get to fuck them next. Often, after I'd had my dick in one of these pairs of sandals just the evening before, she’d came downstairs wearing them and we’d drive off to school again. Seeing her drive our weak 4-speed manual Subara (which had to be floored all the time to get on the freeway) in the Unisas is something that made me crazy horny and unable to withstand the wait until I'd be able to get my hands on them again. I had my way with them, along with other cute sandals and heels she acquired, what must have been hundreds of times over those years all the way through high school. Thinking about this time of my life still makes me rock hard to this day. After I went off to college, my shoe fucking only intensifed (by this time I had a regular girlfriend and she had some cute sandals I would get to fuck most days that I visited her). But anytime I’d go back home during break I’d stay at my mom’s house, and she always seemed to have a new pair of hot sandals for me to fuck each time I’d visit.
Are you are still with me on this long winded trip back in time of mine? If so I know a lot of you reading this thread, in addition to just the entertainment of someone else's erotic shoe experience, may also be doing so to get a better understanding of how one develops this fetish. For me, it has been something that has been with me my whole life - I fucked those Pappagallo heels that day long ago because it was something I had been lusting for my whole childhood, even before I had an understanding of sex. Now, it is as strong as ever and although it was something that I felt very weird about during those early teenage years (the instense combination of guilt, yet erotic desire that I felt about my mom’s, and other women’s shoes and feet for that matter, was overpowering), it is now something that I'm comfortable with and couldn’t imagine not having be part of who I am.
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