"I'm having a party later, got it boy?
- Yes maa...
- You're gonna help me prepare.
-Sighhh, yes maa...
- Good boy.Go grab the vacuum cleaner and start here."
She sat down on the couch, and propped her bare feet up on the coffee table. Dejected, Cory went and grabbed the vacuum, and started working.
He looked at his mom eating chips from a bowl, and wondered how in the hell was that "helping" if he was doing all the work!
His gaze lowered to the dirty bare soles, and he remembered how they crushed all his favorite toys:
From his little stuffed elephant, to an RC car that he saved up some money to buy, to his collector's edition comic books. His mom always found some excuse to "mistakenly" crush them, or an absurd reason to punish him for any little mistake that he made, by trampling on his favorite stuff. Just to symbolize his life ahead, where he'll always be under feet, metaphorically and literally.
His mom noticed him staring, and as usual, she wanted to make the most of it.
She dropped some chips on the floor in front of her, and stomped on them with her right foot.
"Oops! Clean that up, will you.
- Yes, maa..." was all Cory could say.
She propped her feet back up, and you could see some of the cheese powder stuck on them, or maybe those were the chips themselves, after getting pulverized by her meaty sole? Anyway, Cory had some clean up to do, and boy will he do it correctly.
He wanted to try and take pride in anything that he does, since he can't really do much anyway, so he dragged the vacuum cleaner closer, and started vacuuming under his mother's legs.
"I don't think you're getting everything. Kneel down, and check under the couch.
- Sigh, yes maa." said Cory, as he lowered his head down, and continued working with as much enthusiasm as he could.
As he was stretching to get the vacuum head right, he felt a weight on his head.
His mom put her left foot on his head, and pushed him down, until his face was smushed to the cold floor, right next to the crushed chips, which was so metaphorical for him.
"Just resting my foot, all this work made me sooo tired", she said with a hearty cackle.
Cory didn't dare complain, since from this vulnerable position, he couldn't really do much if she decided to stomp down and crush his head, not that he could do anything from any position. Cory was a wimp through and through, physically as well as mentally, the polar opposite to his mom, who was stronger than him(by far), and had a dominant streak to scare the mightiest of men.
She finally took her foot off his head, and he was relieved to get up.
As he was packing the vacuum away, his mother called:
"Didn't you forget something?
- Umm I don't think so.
- My feet are dirty and have chips on them. Well what's left of them, anyway, haha!
Come here, and lick them clean, bitch."
Cory was very scared of his mother in general, even more so when she was drinking.
He had no choice.
He put the vacuum down, knelt down in front of her, and grabbed the big right foot with his small hands, dwarfed by the sheer size of it.
He looked at his mother with teary eyes, and her strong stare made him look back down immediately.
He looked at the foot, and understood it was worth more than him.
His mother's foot is above him. His head under the dirt beneath her soles.
He put his tongue out, and licked, from bottom to top.
He continued licking until her left foot slapped him in the face, nearly dazing him.
He was ordered to lick the other foot clean now, and he obliged, submissively.
After finishing both feet, they were spotless, while Cory's face looked like a coal miner's.
His mom told him to put his forehead on the table, and he did. She then proceeded to wipe the sweat and saliva on his hair.
Once done, she laughed at him, called him a pathetic foot wipe, and left to call her friends. Cory started crying, and didn't have the pride to lift his forehead off the table, until he was done crying.
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