Tom's mind began racing as he tried to make his choice. He knew Claire was itching to have her way with him and make him suffer as much as possible. Whereas Cathy his mother would probably be nicer than him and he was completely infatuated with her feet at this point. Something about being under his mother's feet seemed very comforting and the thought of pleasing her made him feel so happy. On the other hand the uncertainty intimidated him.
"Tom." spoke Cathy as she peered down at him in frustration. The look of disappointment put Tom in awe. "You need to make up you're mind. You're very lucky you're being given a choice, I've never done that for any one before and you should be grateful. That's very disrespectful for you to not take advantage of it."
Tom shuddered at the sound of that. His mom's authoritativeness excited him so much he was shaking. All uncertainty was suddenly dispelled and he knew his answer.
"Please let me clean you're slipper's mommy!" Tom shouted at the top of his lungs.
At his excited Ann burst out laughing. His mother smirked at him and spoke, "Aw good boy using you're manners." She held her foot over him and pet him gently with her toes. "You're so loyal and obedient to you're mother."
Tom was surprised his mother could pet him so softly without hurting him when her foot was so much bigger than him. He didn't think his family was capable of being gentle with little people. Tom knew for a fact he had made the right choice with his mom and nothing could change his mind about that.
"God dammit!", shouted Claire. "Of course you go crawling towards her you little mommas boy, just like always! I'm gonna fuck you up when I get a hold of you!"
So he changed his mind and Tom was terrified. He hadn't thought it all through.
Cathy reached down to pick Tom up. "Don't worry Claire you'll get you're turn, every one will. That's what I raised him for."
Tom froze in shock at what he had just heard. Is that really why he was adopted? All just for this even though his family shrank people to be their slaves all the time?
"No they love me I know they do", Tom whispered to himself.
Tom didn't have much time to continue pondering it as his mom started walking with him clenched in her fist. The power of her grasp around him keeping him in place no matter how hard he were to struggle turned him on considerably. He wondered whether Cathy could feel his boner up against her hand.
Soon Cathy came to her room. She walked over to her pink bedroom slippers and bent over to put Tom down to work. She stared at them admiring the imprint left on them by the ball of her foot. They had been thoroughly browned and flattened so not a single fiber was sticking up. After admiring her work she put Tom down right in the middle of the imprint.
Tom was not ready to be immediately thrust right into the imprint and he was taken by surprise at how much of a smell her slippers gave off. Of course her feet smelled more strongly but he just wasn't expecting this from her bedroom slippers. It really just goes to show how powerful her feet are that they leave such a mark.
"Now I want these slippers as clean as you can possibly get them with you're mouth and you will be punished with failure. Now I'm gonna sit on my bed and watch TV."
Tom quickly got on his knees and licked the fibers beneath them. He immediately gagged but tried to go in for a second lick only to gag again.
"I can't do this." Tom said to himself. There was no way he could clean the entirety of these slippers, they were utterly trashed and you're mom's feet were just tom much for them. He wouldn't have chosen her slippers if he knew how well worn they were. After all he loved her feet but not that much.
Tom thought about his mom and how gently she was petting him earlier. He knew he couldn't give up because he desperatly wanted to please his mom. He couldn't afford to panic. Tom breathed in to try and calm down taking in a large whiff of his mom's feet. He felt warm inside again and once more became aroused. He thought again about how her slippers tasted and how they made him gag. He lost himself falling to the ground and desperately lapping at her imprint. Now he was in absolute bliss.
After a couple of minutes he realized that licking wasn't doing a good job of cleaning the fibers so he placed the fibers in his mouth and started sucking the dirt of. This was more successful in returning the fibbers to a pink color. Well a semi pink color, the fibers could probably never recover from the abuse Tom's mom dished out.
After a length of time which Tom could not measure Cathy leaned down to look into both slippers.
"Wow Tom! I'm so impressed! I've never had a man do such a good job cleaning my shoes!" Cathy gave Tom a warm smile that made him feel fuzzy inside. Deep down he felt embarrassed to feel so proud of himself for cleaning his mom's footwear well but in the moment he felt so good he didn't care.
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