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Story Name: Racquetball Bet
Author: Unknown

Chapter 2


After a few moments to calm myself a bit I turned and crawled off to the kitchen. I could feel the gazes of my mother and sister on me as I disappeared through the adjoining doorway and could hear their whispering but not their words. I knew they were talking about me though, and about what had just happened and for some reason that made me blush all the more and kept my little erection hard and excited.

I stood up in the kitchen in order to get things ready; the cupboards with the dishes and glasses way out of reach from my knees. It was easy enough of course, but it excited me having been ordered to do these things, setting the table, getting the food ready while my mother and Lisa leisurely lounged in the living room watching television. Plus, keeping my mother’s dirty flip-flop in my mouth throughout was such a turn on!

I could taste the grit and dust on the sole with my tongue and could not help but lick as I held it in my mouth. It did not smell beyond the distinctive rubber scent, but I could see the dark imprints of my mother’s feet on the white insole, the dainty black spots where her toes pressed down from countless wearings. I could not believe the effect of so simple a thing was having on me and I wondered if maybe Lisa had been correct in that I was a ‘foot freak’.

I was young but not naive. I had done my share of ‘porn’ surfing on the Net and had made my way onto some of the countless sites catering to Domination, Bondage, Submission and Foot Fetishes. I had to admit that I was more than a little bit intrigued, though dismissed any real desire as the shock of curiosity, though now I had to wonder. I was generally a quiet kid, but was that because I was secretly submissive? Had those web sites sparked some inner craving that I had not known existed? I was definitely getting off at being ordered around and even the humiliation, and it was glaringly obvious that I loved feet. Mom had proven that with a simple twirl of her shapely ankle.

She and Lisa were obviously enjoying having me at their beck and call as much as I was loving the ‘abuse’. I had to wonder though just how far they were going to take our little game. We had a whole week ahead of us before I would be freed from the wager of our bet. Seven days before I would get a chance at a rematch at racquetball and maybe turn the tables. Did I want too? Right then and there the answer was ‘No’. I wanted this feeling to last.

But enough with the self-analyzation. I had the table ready in minutes and got back down onto my hands and knees and crawled to the doorway. “Nnnnrrrs rrreee…” I mumbled around the flip-flop. I heard my mother and sister laugh as I scrambled back to the table and quickly got into position, on my knees with my head bowed awaiting my ‘masters’.

Mom and Sis both came in still dressed in their robes and barefoot. Lisa chuckled to see me kneeling as ordered beside the table and Mom scratched her fingers through my hair in passing as she went to her chair. “Good boy,” she said and I could hear the smile in her voice. “The ice water’s a nice touch,” she continued as she took her seat, “and I’m glad you obeyed. Everything looks good.”

I was beaming with pride at my mother’s praise as I heard the two of them dig in. I was happy that I had pleased her and wanted to do so again. I also realized that I was hungry too but said nothing. I had not eaten since lunch and hearing then eat only made that matter worse for me. I tried to distract myself, listening to their casual conversation and with my head bowed staring at their feet. Mom had her legs crossed and her foot was lazily bobbing almost right in front of me. Lisa’s feet were crossed at the ankles and tucked back under the chair but I still had an unobstructed view.

Mom must have realized what I was looking at as she said: “Put my thong on the floor, then get under the table on your back. My feet are a bit chilly so you can warm them up instead of just sitting there like a useless lump.”

Lisa snorted out a laugh as I complied, bending low first to gently set the flip-flop on the floor, then crawling under the table and onto my back. The tiles were cool to my bare skin and I flinched a bit at first contact as I scooted under mom’s raised feet. I thought she would set them on my chest so that I could massage them, but to my shock and surprise they descended right onto my face.

I saw that her soles were filmy gray with dust from the living room carpet right before I shut my eyes. Her heels settled on my sockets, her insteps pressing the sides of my nose while the balls of her feet rested on my lips. Mom flexed and wiggled her toes and they flicked at my chin. I heard Mom giggle as she shifted her feet a bit to get comfortable.

“That’s better. Poor baby,” she cooed. “Do my feet stink?” she asked, squeezing my nose closed then allowing me a deep breath. They still smelled of her body wash though, clean and fresh.

“Nnnn Mmmm…” I mumbled under her feet, effectively gagged.

“Hmm… I bet they’re dirty though. Put that tongue of yours to use, slave and lick my feet clean while we finish eating.” I stifled a groan as Mom raised her feet just enough for me to slip my tongue out and start licking.

I was rock hard and in heaven as I licked away, lavishing my mother’s feet with as much devotion as I could muster. They were dusty as expected, but I did not care, licking at the dirt and swallowing without a second thought. Mom shifted her feet around to allow me access, directing me where she wanted me to clean and I followed her unspoken commands without question.

It was just a few moments later when I felt Lisa’s feet plant on my belly. She wiggled her toes and scratched at my skin with her toenails, which sent a pleasurable shiver though me like a jolt of electricity. I whimpered as she then slid her right foot back, down my belly and over my panty-covered penis.

“Jeez, Mom. He’s hard as a rock!”

“Lisa! Are you playing with him?” Mom raised her voice but I could hear the laughter in her tone.

“No… Well, maybe a little.” They both laughed as Lisa’s foot pressed into my groin eliciting another moan from me. She rubbed a bit, which caused me to lick all the harder, then abruptly stopped probably realizing that I was close to exploding. I moaned again of course, close to the brink and suddenly denied.

“He’s got a hot tongue,” Mom said after awhile. “Just like his father.”

My eyes popped open wide even as Lisa shouted, “What?” I barely clamped my eyes shut again as Mom pressed her feet back down on my face.

“Your father had a thing for feet too,” she continued. “He loved to kiss and lick my feet, among other things. Not quite as submissive as your brother here seems to be, but still…” There was a silence at the table for a long minute, nothing but the sound of my heavy breathing under Mom’s feet. Mom chuckled. “Must be hereditary.”

“Wow,” Lisa finally said as she scrunched her toes on my stomach. “Kind’a grosses me out picturing you and Dad having sex, but it’s kind’a kinky-cool too. You never said anything before.”

“Because it was none of your business, young lady.” I heard the emphasis on the ‘young’.

After another pause, Lisa pressed on and I could hear the curious excitement in her voice. I was curious too. It was a side to Mom and Dad neither of us had a clue existed. “So, you were like his Mistress or something?”

“God, no.” Mom laughed. “Your father just liked a little kink. And I did too, but we kept it in the bedroom. He was all man the rest of the time, but when we were having fun- and not every time- he liked me to take charge.”

“Did you tie him up and stuff? Whips and chains and all that?” Mom laughed again, shifting her feet and I groaned as her heel ground into my eye. My jaws and tongue were starting to ache from the licking and Mom must have sensed me lagging as she set her left foot on the floor and slid the right squarely over my face pressing down on my nose,

“Kiss!” she commanded and I did. She let me get my rhythm then turned her attention back to Lisa. "I tied him up a few times but more to tease him than as a torture. Neither of us were into pain, so no. No ‘whips and chains. And he tied me up a couple of times too, but it was definitely better for both of us with him helpless.” Lisa’s foot moved down to my crotch again and started to press and rub once more.

“He’s dripping,” she said with a giggle, “and still stiff. He must love this.”

“I’m sure he does,” Mom agreed and I looked up to see her glancing under the table. She grinned wickedly as she took in the sight of me almost naked and under their feet. I looked up with pleading eyes and she shifted her gaze to Lisa’s foot massaging me. Her smile widened.

“Bet our little slave boy would like to cum, wouldn’t he?” I nodded as best I could still kissing the sole of my mother’s foot. “Too bad. Slaves don’t get what they want; only what their masters give them. Better stop Lisa.”

Mom’s face disappeared as they both removed their feet. I moaned in frustration and heard them both chuckle. “Get out from under there and back on your knees, loser.” I did as Mom ordered and was soon kneeling beside the table, flushed and actually sweating. My face must have been smudged with the dust from mom’s feet and we could all see the damp bulge in my panties. I was burning with humiliation and excited beyond belief.

Mom picked up her flip-flop then slid her chair back and stood with Lisa following suit. “Eat what’s left, “ she said, “then clean up this mess and go to bed. I want you up at seven tomorrow. Shower and have breakfast ready for me at eight; eggs scrambled and toast. Not too much butter. And coffee, definitely.”

“Me too,” Lisa chimed in as both women towered over me. I yelped as Mom suddenly slapped her flip-flop between my shoulder blades. It stung, but I had not been expecting it and lurched forward thumping my head against the table’s edge.

“And no playing with yourself tonight, either,” Mom said as she brushed past me, she and Lisa both heading out of the kitchen. “I’ll be checking in the morning, slave and your bed better be clean… or else.”

And on that ominous note they were gone. I was still breathing hard from my ordeal and it took real will power not to touch myself. God I wanted to and just thinking back at the night’s experiences kept me raging. Finally though I calmed down enough to stand without the soft caress of the panties taking me over the edge.

I stared at the table happy that I was allowed to eat but frowned to see what was left. There was a little water left in their glasses from the ice, which had melted. The potato chips were gone, and the little bit of chicken that we had leftover from last night’s dinner had been almost picked clean. Mom and Lisa both had left just a little meat on the bones that they had eaten from. And they had eaten from all the bones.

I stared dumbly at the scraps that they had left me. I would have to eat from the bones that they had eaten from and there was barely enough for a couple mouthfuls all told. Certainly not enough to stave off my hunger, but hungry I was. I stood right there gnawing on the bones both ashamed and excited and thinking Mom knew more about domination than she let on.

After quickly cleaning the kitchen and a quick trip to the bathroom about twenty minutes later found me finally in my room and longing for bed. Mom had one more surprise waiting for me though. The sneakers she had worn that day at racquetball were sitting on my pillow along with a note, which read:

‘Good slaves DO get rewarded. Lick my shoes clean inside and out, then hold them close while you sleep. Your Master.’

I stared at the shoes licking my lips and feeling my erection stirring again. I picked them up and held them close to my face immediately smelling the scent of the worn leather and the lingering odor of her dried sweat from the insides. Mom had had the shoes for months and they smelled of her and I could see dirty smudges on the toes and in the creases where they bent with her foot. The soles were filthy and I knew that I would be working hard for awhile to get them clean before I could finally sleep.

I knew that despite my excitement if I laid down I would nod off before finishing my final chore. I was tired, both physically and emotionally, so in the end I knelt down beside the bed and brought Mom’s right shoe to my mouth and started to lick.

And I could swear in the otherwise silent night that I could hear my mother just a room away: moaning…

***

Morning came all too soon and harshly to the annoying blare of my alarm clock. I groaned as I rolled over and hit the button to silence the noise then groggily dragged myself out of bed knowing that if I didn’t get moving I would easily fall back to sleep. Sitting on the edge of the bed I rubbed my face and knuckled my eyes, exhausted and trying to will myself to wake up. My jaws and tongue still hurt from all the licking I had done the night before, but it was a good ache remembering the exciting time we all had; my mother, sister and I. I glanced down and could see my mother’s clean sneakers placed dutifully on the floor beside my bed and smiled.

And of course as the memories came flooding back, so did my tiny erection. I was still wearing my sister’s panties, which left little to the imagination, but even in the dark I could see the bulge, though a good part of it was a need to pee. That thought was enough to finally get me to my feet and moving.

Through the slits in my window blinds I could see that it was still dark out as I shambled across my bedroom floor and flicked on my light. I opened the door and made my way quietly down the hall and into the bathroom closing that door and turning on that light not wanting to disturb my ‘masters’. I sighed with relief as I did my morning duty then moved to the sink to wash up. The cold water felt good and as I came more and more awake I felt refreshed as well; washing away the grit and grime from my time on the floor the night before. I only then realized how the smell of my mother’s sweaty sneakers had clung to me and I could still taste her in my mouth as well, at least until I brushed my teeth. Finally feeling clean I made my way to the kitchen.

Oddly I smelled the wonderful aroma of coffee then saw the light was on in the kitchen. As I rounded the corner I was surprised to find my mother already there sitting at the kitchen table and sipping a cup of coffee while reading the morning newspaper. She was wearing a satiny blue kimono robe and her old, black terrycloth slippers. Her hair was loose and a bit tousled, and she had on no make-up though she looked as though she had washed off like I had. She looked up from her paper and flashed me a smile.

“Good morning, Jay,” she said pleasantly as she folded the paper and set it aside. I wondered what was up as she called me by my name rather than ‘Loser’ or ‘slave’.

“Good morning, ma’am,” I said with a slight bow. I saw her smirk even as she raised a hand to wave me off.

“Hold on. I want to have a little talk first, mother to son. Pour yourself some coffee and have a seat.” I did as she said filling my over-sized mug and then sitting opposite her at the table. She watched me as I took a long drink and sighed before setting the cup down, licking my lips. It was good and strong and much needed.

“I had a little chat with Lisa before bed, about last night and this week,” she began, eyeing me as though looking for a reaction. “I wanted to talk to you too. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea and I definitely don’t want things to go too far. I do want you to be honest, Jay, okay?”

“Sure, Ma’am,” I said and she shook her head.

“Right now I’m Mom.”

“Okay.”

We both took another sip of coffee and I could feel the caffeine churning through me, my relatively empty stomach soaking up the drug and helping me wake up. I could see my mother watching me as I fidgeted, she gathering her thoughts before she finally spoke.

“How do you feel about what happened last night?” she asked somewhat hesitantly it seemed.

“I dunno…” I said sheepishly, blushing a bit under her scrutiny. “It was fun I guess. Not what I was expecting, that’s for sure.” Mom chuckled.

“Me either. And it was fun for me and Lisa too.” She paused and stared at me a moment, then: “You obviously got excited. So did we and that’s what concerns me. I don’t want you to… I don’t want this to go too far… sexually I mean… Damn. I had a little speech all prepared in my head and now…”

I looked at her and shifted uncomfortably in my chair again. I knew what she was getting at. I had been hard the entire night last night, and apparently both my mother and sister had ‘enjoyed’ my attentions a bit too much. I remembered the sounds coming from my mother’s room next door to mine as I was licking her sneakers clean and knew that she had been ‘getting off’. I blushed even more as I followed that train of thought to the logical destination.

“Jeez… Mom… No.” I saw she was blushing now and smiling sheepishly as she caught my gaze.

“It’s just… things could easily get out of hand. Go too far. I don’t want you, or any of us to think this is sexual. I mean… well, it is to a point, but I don’t want it to go beyond… I don’t want you to think…” She sighed, biting her lip looking for the right words. “No sex,” she finally spat out, her already flushed skin darkening.

It was my turn to think and fumble for the right words as I recalled the events of the night before. The things they had done to me and made me do HAD excited me, and I realized just how hot both my mother and sister were, but I had never throughout the night wanted sex with either of them. Thinking of it right then seemed gross, and I told her so.

“Mom… I never once thought that last night. Sure I got excited, but it was all cuz of the things you were doing to me. It was hot being ordered around and… y’know… slaving for you. I don’t know why. But I never thought about sex with either of you.” Mom just stared at me for awhile, then took another long drink of coffee, emptying her cup. She held the empty mug out to me.

“Get me a refill,” she said and I immediately jumped to the task. As I was pouring with my back to her I heard the sound of a lighter flicking and smelled smoke. I turned, shocked to see my health conscious mother puffing a cigarette to life. I knew she used to smoke, but thought that she had given up the nasty habit years ago. I stared as she sensuously took a long drag then breathed out a roiling cloud of blue smoke as I set her mug on the table before her and took my seat. Her red, manicured nails glistened as she casually flicked ash into a small, metal ash tray that had appeared on the table and figured she must have had them all secreted in the pockets of her robe; tray, lighter and cigarettes. She breathed a heavy sigh.

“That’s good,” she finally continued breaking the awkward silence. “Now, I’m not saying that it’s wrong to get excited. Like I told Lisa last night, your father and I played some kinky games once in awhile. We both had fun, and as husband and wife went the extra mile. But as son, mother, sister, well… that’s not going to happen. I’m glad you understand and feel the same way.”

“Sure.” I watched Mom take another drag and blow smoke off to the side. She seemed a bit more relaxed now, and I could feel that she was kicking her crossed leg under the table.

“I wanted to give you the chance to back out though. A bet’s a bet, but we won’t feel any less of you if you think it might be a problem. We’ll be putting you through your paces and making you do things that might make you… uncomfortable. I know you’re submissive. I realized it last night, and I know that being ordered around and even humiliated excites you. It excited me and Lisa too, don’t get me wrong. I…” she paused, pursing her lips, “pleasured myself last night. I’m sure Lisa probably did too. And I know you probably wanted to. Did you?”

I flushed red and felt my skin heat up as I swallowed. “No. You told me not to.” Mom smiled.

“Good boy. Bottom line though; do you want to go through with this? I told Lisa the ground rules and she pretty much said the same as you. No sex. Lisa and I will probably be pleasuring ourselves, and if you’re good maybe we’ll let you too, but otherwise you’ll be slaving and suffering and celibate.” She grinned. “Can you deal with that?”

“Yeah,” I said after a moment and downing the last of my coffee.

“You’re sure? We will be cruel. I plan on enjoying the week and working your ass off. And if you don’t act right you will be punished. We’ll probably make you do some embarrassing things. Last chance…”

“Mom,” I said getting up and moving around the table. I swallowed and knelt down beside her chair, hanging my head. “I won’t welch on the bet. I lost and I want to be your slave.” She chuckled again.

“Good,” she said blowing a cloud of smoke in my face and laughing as I coughed. “So, mother, son time is over. Master, slave time starts now. Kiss my feet, slave boy to seal the deal.”

Mom shifted in her chair and placed both feet flat on the floor as I bent low. I could smell her scent in the old, worn slippers as I leaned in. She had had the slippers for months and I was pretty sure had never washed them, always wearing them everyday around the house. I could smell the stale, sweaty odor as I planted kisses on the toecaps of her shoes. After a moment she simply got up and stepped around me.

“Get to work then. I’m going to shower and get ready for work. After breakfast, Lisa is in charge. I left a list of chores on the fridge, but you do what she says. You’ll be working in the yard today.” And with that she stepped out of the room, her robe swirling about her legs as she left…

***

Since I had cleaned up the night before and the coffee was already made there was little for me to do for awhile. Lisa would not be up for a couple hours yet, maybe not until after Mom left for work and it was too early to start the simple breakfast they had requested. I went off to take my shower then figured to do some dusting or something from the long list of chores that mom had written up or until it was time to start cooking.

As expected Lisa was still asleep as I saw no light seeping from the bottom of her door. I heard Mom’s shower in her bedroom going so knew that I had a few minutes at least to myself. Once in the bathroom I slipped out of Lisa’s panties and frowned to see the stain from my precum from last night. I assumed that I was still supposed to wear them, but they definitely needed washing and soon. I would ask my Master Mother later what to do, as that seemed a decision for her to make.

After a quick, cool shower however it seemed she already had; stepping out of the curtained tub I saw a pair of lacy black panties sitting on the closed toilet. As usual Mom was one step ahead of me. I dried off and stepped into her panties then headed back into the hall towards the kitchen when I heard my mother’s voice:

“Come in here, slave.”

I stepped into my mother’s bedroom and saw her sitting at her vanity putting on her make-up. I was a little embarrassed to find her wearing just a black bra and slip as she eyed me in the mirror and smirked.

“What? No bow?” she said and I quickly went to attention and bent at the waist. I heard her chuckle as I apologized.

“A good slave should always bow to his master. Don’t forget again. Now go pick up my bathroom.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said bowing again and hurrying to do as she commanded.

Her small bathroom wasn’t really dirty but she had simply cast off her robe, nightgown and slippers to the floor along with the towel she had used after her shower. There was a washrag wadded up in the bottom of the tub, which I used to quickly wipe down the still dripping walls. I hung her kimono on the hanger behind the door then gathered the towel and washrag in one hand, draped her nightie over my arm and picked up her slippers before returning to her room remembering to bow.

Mom was brushing her hair still at the vanity and again eyed my reflection with a smile. “Put my slippers beside my bed, then take the rest to the laundry. Then come back here.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, bowing. I set her slippers down and hurried off.

I went to the basement where the washer and dryer were and put the towel in one hamper then folded my mother’s nightgown and placed it in the basket with her and Lisa’s delicates. I knew by the job list that laundry was scheduled for tomorrow so I hung the rag to dry on one of the lines that were strung up along one side of the room near the windows lining the front of the house. Mom liked certain things to dry by hanging, so in winter and on rainy laundry days she used the lines in the cellar with the windows flung wide. I opened one window then rushed back upstairs and to my mother’s room again.

Thankfully I found her mostly dressed when I returned with a bow. She was sitting on the edge of her unmade bed wearing a blue skirt and gray blouse, the matching blazer draped across the back of her vanity chair. She had her dark nylon-clad legs crossed and was bobbing a foot, twirling her ankle and holding a dark blue pump in her hand. “Took you long enough,” she said with amusement as she held out her shoe to me. “Make yourself useful, loser.”

I dropped to my knees before my sexy mother and took the offered shoe. I could feel my erection stirring again as she pointed her toes towards me. I licked my lips with excitement fascinated by the dark red polish on her toenails as I slipped the shoe gently onto her foot with a ‘shush’. Mom didn’t hesitate a moment, casually recrossing her legs and producing the other shoe, which I lovingly placed onto her other foot.

Mom twisted her foot left and right before my face as I stupidly knelt there, almost hypnotized by her pretty foot and uncertain what to do next. I knew what I wanted to do, but being a slave could not take liberties. “Well?” she said finally and I looked up to her grinning face. She extended her leg until the sole of her shoe was blocking my vision.

“Kiss it,” she ordered. I leaned in and did just that, tasting the dirt and grit as I lovingly pressed my lips to her shoe’s sole. She laughed happily and after a moment shoved me back, pushing on my face before standing up. Towering over me she ordered me off to go make breakfast for the two of us, as Lisa was still not up. She then strolled into her bathroom and shut the door leaving me to my duties.
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