Your still-growing feet are already 14" long, and you can feel the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced building in your groin, when suddenly there's a knock on your bedroom door. Unfortunately, you're on such a hormone high that it takes a moment for the sound to penetrate your lust-addled mind, and by the time you recognize it, you hear a new horrifying sound -- the squeak of your door hinges.
"Good morning, sleepy head! Time to--"
You wince as the intruder trails off, and you nervously glance toward the door.
Sure enough, there stands your mother... mouth slightly open, one hand on the doorknob, and both eyes practically glued to your rock hard pecker clenched in your hand. Mortified to be caught masturbating, yet still aroused because of your large feet, you remain frozen and seated at the edge of your bed, locked in indecision and secretly hoping your mother simply chalks the encounter up as a bizarre dream and leaves the room so you can finish your wanking in peace.
Then your mother glances down at your feet, and you belatedly realize they're still slowly growing across the bedroom floor. Your toes curl in mixed embarrassment and arousal, and you begin to wonder how the situation could get any more awkward...
You mother suddenly grins, slides into the room, and closes the door behind her. "Well, well, isn't this quite a surprise," she drawls as she crosses the room to stand before you. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have quite a bit of a foot fetish." As if to punctuate her statement, she casually flicks your erect member.
...and through the suddenly roaring embarrassment, you absently note that your musings were way off the mark.
That thought doesn't have long to linger, though, and she bends down and gently strokes your cheek. "Don't worry, son," she adds, eyes twinkling, "your mother's got a bit of a foot fetish too. And speaking of feet..." She kneels down beside the bed and hefts one of your 20" long feet into the air with a little grunt of effort before closely examining it. "How on earth did this happen? Did you do this? Are you controlling it somehow?" She rotates and turns the foot gently in her hands, as if trying to work out the growth mechanism herself. "How does it feel? How big are they going to get?"
And with the sudden flood of earnest questions, your brain begins to unlock with the realization that, as weird as this morning has been, this interruption is turning out alright after all.
"Well, it started just a few minutes ago," you begin as you finally let go of your penis and pull your boxers back up. "I woke up and there was this guy in my room." You gesture toward an empty corner in the room where Leon had stood. "Before I could do anything, he told me he was giving me the power to make anyone's feet grow. Then he told me to try it out. Obviously it worked." You look back at your 24" long feet and decide to stop their growth here for now.
Your mom, with her hands on her feet, notices the halt in growth. "I see. So, that was you just now? Stopping your feet from growing?"
"Yeah."
"How does it feel? The growth."
"Pretty amazing, mom. It tingles a bit when it starts, but then it starts to feel really warm and really... good."
"Good like... pleasuring yourself, good?"
You feel your face flush in response, and she simply smiles at you before poking and prodding at your feet some more. "And how do they feel now? Any different from how they felt before?"
"Um..." You find it harder to concentrate the more your mother pokes and prods at your feet, and you can feel your arousal building again, despite your reservations under these circumstances. "Well, they feel more... sensitive than they did before..." You swallow. "Um, and it feels better when you touch them... instead of rubbing them myself..."
Your mom's hand freezes, and after a moment's pause you notice a devious grin split her face. "So you're saying that, with these huge feet, a good foot massage..." She begins to stroke your sole with care and surprisingly expert precision. "...is a really good foot massage..."
You bite your lip at the sensation, and your member twitches in response.
"Thought so," she added, well pleased with herself. "Well, my fellow foot fetishist, I've got an idea about what we should do this morning..."
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