"Mmmmm.God that's good! Stinky stinky stinky! -SNNIFFF- I just can't get enough of it! -SNNIFFFFF- Oooooh that smells!" It was the most deliciously rancid, ripe, rotten thing I had ever smelled! I could feel the stinky goo of her sticky, slimy toejam on the sweaty sole of her foot as I rubbed it ravenously all over my nose and mouth.Īuntie Jean had her other foot back on her nose, taking strong, fast sniffs and sighing gently ever time she exhaled, through the side of her mouth, so she wouldn't disturb the stench on the skin of her sole with her breath, or lose the tiniest bit of stink from her nose. The stench was fucking awesome - a strong, rich, sweet-sour stink, like well-aged gooey cheese. Her foot was still hot and moist, and I pressed her toes against my nose and took a huge deep sniff. I held the foot up and stared at the yellowish heel and ball of Auntie Jean's foot (I'm sure I was drooling!), my hands shaking I was so excited. She must have felt my hard, throbbing erection at just that moment, because she looked at me and her eyes widened and she said "Ooooh!" and then bit her lower lip. She then swung one foot onto lap, saying "Here my boy, smell that." She pulled her smelly moist foot up to her face and buried her nose in the cleft under her toes, spreading them slightly to get her nose right in between them, and sniffed loudly a couple of times, breathing deeply her own rancid footfunk. She quickly pulled off the other shoe and sock, taking quick but deep and audible sniffs of each before putting them down. They smell nice don't they? My feet get sooo, so stinky - I just love it!" Auntie Jean smiled and nodded back and said, "Mmm. I wrinkled my nose a bit but nodded and grinned shyly. ![]() "You like the smell of my stinky feet Paul?" she asked. She wriggled her bare, fat toes, the nails unpainted but ever so slightly stained yellow from years of sweat and toejam. "Ooh!" she said, "This is the third day I've been wearing these socks and they are RIPE! Woo!" I could still see the damp, sweaty toe imprints on that stinky sock, which I could smell quite clearly from where I sat, that same sharp vinegar stench. I could see her nostrils flare as she breathed in the hot, moist aroma. ![]() She then pulled off her sock with a flick of her wrist, and held it by two fingers to her upturned nose. She wiggled her toes in her socks, and I imagined how hot and greasy it must be inbetween them. I decided to fuck being polite, and shifted closer to her, just staring at her foot. I couldn't believe my eyes! She wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips and said "Mmph! Stinky!" She pulled off the tight leather shoe, and brought the hot open heel part up to her nose and took a quick sniff. With her sitting next to me and taking her shoes off the excitement was almost too much! Once when I was having dinner with them, I could hear Auntie Jean slipping her feet in and out of her pair of stained old sandals on the other side of the table, and every now and then I could even smell them an unmistakable sweet vinegar smell, and I had obsessed about getting more ever since. Instantly I felt a stirring in my pants: I had always secretly loved Auntie Jean's feet, and took every chance I could to sit or stand near her so as to get a closer look. "Ooh, I have to take my shoes off, my feet are sweating so much," she said. ![]() She asked where everyone was and I told her I was alone in the house, as she lifted her one foot up onto her knee, and started tugging at the laces of her chunky leather work shoes. ![]() Auntie Jean came home soon after, and came into the lounge and dropped herself on the couch next to me. She was also a bit chunky and was trying to lose weight, so she had gone for her daily jog, leaving me alone in their lounge watching TV. Her legs were pretty big though, and she had quite large feet with perfectly shaped slightly stubby toes.Īnyway, I was over at her house one evening watching TV with my cousin Laura, who was the same age as me. She was still a gorgeous woman short blonde hair, big boobs and slightly on the plump side. Auntie Jean was probably in her mid-forties at the time, though she didn't look it. My name is Paul, and this is the story of how I first got to smell the stinky feet of my aunt, back when I was about twelve or so.
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