.. I just could not get enough. The one person whose feet I obsessed over, however, was my very own mother. Ever since I could remember, Mom would w...ar a skirt with pantyhose and heels to her job at one of the bank branches in town. And every afternoon when she would return home, I would just stare at her feet fantasizing about what I would love to do with them.I spent many a night digging into the laundry basket looking for one of her used pairs to masturbate with as I drifted off to sleep.. The child was eating something rather hungrily, and she looked so famished that I did not want to interfere with her meal.I said to the woman, "Good day, Madam. Please excuse my rather rude entry into your house, but I could find no other way in, and I needed to talk to you."She glared at me and stood with her clinched fists on her hips. "How dare you break into my house, and who are you?" Madam, I am called Vilkatas. I am here because my family heard a terrible scream of pain and fear a short. Par jab bhi main ghar pe nahi hota woh kisi na kisi bahane ghar aata aur mom se baatein karta. Jiska pata mujhe tab chala jab ek baar main ghar aaya aur maine dekha mom aur woh chai pee rahe hain aur baatein kar rahe hain. Mujhe ajeeb laga but tabhi mom boli ab tum dono baatein karo main nahaa leti hu.Woh towel leke nahaane chali gayi. Tabhi mujhe koi call aa gaya aur main phone pe baat karne bahar gaya. Main waapas aaya toh maine dekha Shekhar room nahi tha. Tabhi meri nazar mom ke room ke. Aaagghhhh!! Was his only sound the whole time. He froze up for a second, then pounded me with all his strength as his dick erupted deep in my cunt, which must have been black and blue from his brutal attack.He must have had a good load, there was no room for it in my very tight dick-packed cunt, it flowed out as fast as it went in, running down my ass and finally hitting the sheets were it joined my copious juices in drenching my lower back.He collapsed next to me, panting heavily. We just laid.