forever her footboy

Mrs. Karin Ripkin ( not her image on the pics but close ) was the mom of my best friend. Neighbors of ours living a few houses away I first met her when I was a teenager. Already having a crush on female nylon feet I couldn`t resist goggling at hers. She noticed and was flattered. Even though she was 28 years older than me and mother of a boy my age she started teasing me, slipping out of her house shoes right in front of me while I was kneeling on the floor next to the front door taking of my dirty street shoes when I wanted to get inside their house. The few seconds we were alone she was always showing off her feet or when we were sitting down waiting for her son to come from his room upstairs, she crossed her legs and started to massage her instep from the dangling foot. Except for summer time she was always wearing nylon and the shimmering red nail polish was mesmerizing me. Sometimes she was walking up the stairs to her son`s room right in front of me, giving me a good opportunity to goggle at her bottom right in front of me. I was so attracted by her I was even sniffing at her shoes when I managed to be alone ( going tot he toilet or something ) and I was masturbating almost every night fantasizing about kissing her feet. When I turned legal age, still having had no girlfriend, she invited me in for a chit-chat when she was alone. I sat on a beanbag in front of her sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a gauzy white blouse emphasizing her breast, a short pleated skirt and tan pantyhose. Having crossed her legs and moving her dangling foot seductively I was all horny. She pretended to look out the window while talking and I stared at her foot like hypnozized. After a while she started massaging her instep, lamenting about her aching feet and her hubby wasn`t home to massage them. I instantly offert my service and she accepted. Whenever I was alone with her in the house chatting I would offer a foot massage and once I kissed her feet it went all the way. We never had sex but I was masturbating worshipping her feet and she was masturbating me too. She even gave me a worn hose and later a pair of old shoes as a gift to sniffle at when I was masturbating at home. Life went on and I moved away. Still sometimes fantasizing about worshipping my first lady. I was still a firend with her son and he often told me his mom inviting me for a chat. Many years later when she was a widow I visited her again. 70 years old she was still looking great to me and her nylon clad feet were attracting me immediately. Even though I was married with children and grandchildren I was on my knees after a short time kissing her feet. I was still under her spell and she was pleased when my cum drippled on her foot. This year she passed away.