Toesy Shy (2024 Posey Shy Mothers Day Foot Fetish)

 

The door opened fully, revealing Posey Shy wrapped in nothing but a towel. You couldn’t help yourself, laying a quick kiss on her neck. “I think today of ALL days, you should enjoy yourself…”

 

Mrs. Shy’s jaw dropped. A steaming bath had been run in her cumulus-style tub. There were candles in all different scents, lit and scattered across the bathroom. A bottle of wine and several of her favourite snacks sat on a small side-table set up next to the rim of the tub.

 

“Anon…dear…how could I…how could I ever thank you? I only mentioned wanting a spa day in passing, but…”

 

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. Let me do all the work. I do know your body better than anyone, after all…” you said, playfully giving her covered behind a small swat.

 

“I…I just don’t know what to say! You did all this for me?”

 

“That’s right, just let it happen…you’re in for a treat…Zephyr IS out of the house, right?”

 

“Don’t you worry, sweetie, he isn’t like that anymore, I promise…he’s become a wonderful hairstylist, and has his own place now.”

 

“You know what? I believe it. Enough about your son, though, because you are in for a TREAT…” you said, “But, lock the door just in case?”

 

You climbed over the cloud-walls of the tub, immersing yourself deeply into the warm water. The warm, relaxing thermal bath instantly reduced tension in your muscles, and the scent of candles around the room you thoroughly enjoyed.

 

Mrs. Shy dimmed the lights and ensured to lock the door, letting the towel fall from her soft body. She blushed madly, looking away from you shyly, but she mentally reminded herself to not cover any of her body up.

 

Marvelling at her generous breasts and her gentle curvy figure, you beckoned Fluttershy’s mother into the hot water with you. You took her silky hand and helped her climb in, feeling her while helping her get situated. Her curved behind slid down your lower body, until she was sat nicely between your legs.

 

“You look beautiful, Posey,” you said, pressing your chest against her back. She giggled softly in response while you poured yourself and her glasses of wine.

 

“Oh, thank you, Anon…It’s nice to finally get some time to be close,” she said.

 

“To us,” you replied, smiling and clinking your glass to hers.

 

You and Posey rested your heads together after a few sips, placing your wine glasses on the nearby side table. The two of you enjoyed the silence, the warmth, and the aroma of the candles for some time, but you knew wasn’t your day to relax. It was Posey’s.

 

Even though Fluttershy’s mom looked perfectly content, you decided to continue your proactivity instead of falling asleep by mistake. Your hands ran down her slender shoulders, grasped onto her arms, and began to rub.

 

“Mmmmhh…you don’t have to…” Mrs. Shy cooed. The nuzzling of her soft hair on your neck, however, told an entirely different story.

 

“Shhh…you deserve it for being so pretty, please, just let me help you relax…” you murmured back, your hands moving slowly, tenderly, back up to rub her wet shoulders.

 

While one hand continued to massage her body, you reached the other to your right, and pulled a cluster of grapes from the plate next to the glasses. Kissing her neck and tapping on one of her shoulders, you got her eyes to flutter open.

 

Wordlessly, you held the vine up to Posey’s head, just at lip-level.

 

Mrs. Shy realised just what you wanted her to do, covering her reddening face with her hands. “A-are you sure? Isn’t that a little…overboard?”

 

“As sure as I am that you’re the best mother in the world,” you replied, “I promise, you earned it. Let me treat you how you deserve.”

 

She nodded, but placed a finger on your chest. “O-ok, dear…but you have to promise me, you let me take care of you later…”

 

“Posey, come on, I worked hard to make sure YOU were the one to get pamp-“

 

You forgot to finish your sentence. Mrs. Shy knew just how to convince you that maaaybe her one demand wasn’t so bad after all.

 

Her legs crossed, lifting slightly so her toes poked just out of the water.

She hid behind her hair slightly, wiggling her toes and making little splashes with them. The sole of her left foot rested on top of her right, her hips swiveling gently in your lap.

 

“I uhh, heh, I think we have a deal,” you conceded, the shine of her soft-looking toes curling catching your eye.

 

Posey giggled quietly, nestling herself into your chest. “I’m happy you listened to me. Mommy will take care of you soon…”

 

Ok, ‘Mommy’? She was aware you loved that. Now you were REALLY under her spell.

 

She slowly relaxed herself and opened up her mouth. As carefully as you could, you fed her each grape one at a time. Over the next half an hour, you treated Posey like the queen she truly was. One hand steadily worked out the tension in her upper body, the other continuously fetching snacks and drinks for her from the nearby table to feed her.

 

Her hesitancy slowly melted away at your gentle, but firm touch, and despite her shyness and reddened face, she was quite enjoying being fed her fancy snacks.

 

“Mmh, Anon, dear,” Mrs. Shy said, swallowing a cube of Reggiano cheese, “How could I ask for more…”

 

“Oh, Posey, never hesitate to ask your Anon for anything…your smile is all I need…”

 

“In that case…” Mrs. Shy said, getting up off your chest and stretching out her slick, shiny body. “Would you be so kind, as to rub ONE last area, sweetie?”

 

As your shy, gentle mother-figure sat down facing the opposite way, you knew exactly what was coming. Posey lifted both of her silky, shiny feet out of the warm water, rubbing them together side by side, before softly weighing the yellow soles on your lap.

 

Right onto your untreated, twitching erection.

 

You could really see where Fluttershy learned how to act. Just like her daughter, Posey was adorable and she knew it. Such a dangerous combo was not to be trifled with, and she used it to her advantage against you.

 

“I…I’d be delighted…” you stammered, your hands picking up her soles by the heels. You moved the soft bottoms of her feet off your twitching member, focusing your efforts on the left foot. Your fingers pressed deeply into the lower sole, rubbing their way up and down the tender arch.

 

Mrs. Shy let out a quiet, pleasured moan at your touch, her shy grin slowly becoming knowing and playful. She scooted herself closer to you in the tub, her unoccupied right foot sliding up your body to press against one of your cheeks.

 

“I told you, Anon, dear, that you’d be taken care of, and I mean it…” she said in a low voice. Her right foot travelled in circles around one of your cheeks, and soon afterwards up and down the middle of your face.

 

Your face turned as red as hers, her toes pinching your nose and travelling down over your face. Her big toe began to tap against your lips, as if asking for permission to enter.

 

“Don’t be shy, dear, enjoy yourself too…” Posey whispered. Your mouth opened with a small tug from her big toe, and closed once again around three of her toes. You let out a small moan at the pleasant flavour, your tongue lapping and swirling around each one.

 

“This is a day for US, Anon, darling, not just me…Now, let me treat you to a little kindness…” she giggled, pulling her other foot out of your hands. The sole rested on your chest, causing your heart to race, and trailed down your body until it pressed firmly down on your aching cock, forcing you to let out another moan of bliss.

 

Her foot was unbelievably soft, as silky and unscathed as you’d expect from someone living on clouds. Her feet needed no treatment, no upkeep, to remain so silky, but she kept up her spa treatments regardless for your sake.

 

The gently curved arches seemed almost designed to suit your specific needs, and the way she flexed her toes every time they reached your tip drove you wild.

 

Her sole glid easily up and down your member, each little grab at your tip pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Posey noticed you straining yourself to hold back, just to enjoy her touch a little longer.

 

But, as established earlier, Mrs. Shy’s cuteness, her…skills, were not to be taken lightly.

 

She removed her magenta-polished toes from your mouth, dragging her other foot down your quivering body. The closer her foot became, the quicker you twitched down there. The anticipation was killing you. How long could you hold?

 

Her feet finally met, the two smooth bottoms tightly wrapped around your upper length. She leaned forward from her position in the tub, straightening her glasses, and then began to move the slick surfaces back and forth, ensuring to flex her toes each time her feet pulled closer to herself.

 

All the while, one of her gentle hands made its way below her feet. The fingers lovingly fondled your sack, while her other hand smoothly jerked off the lower section of your member.

 

The deadly combination of her careful hands and her graceful feet were too much for you to handle. You grabbed onto the tops of her feet while the toes kept a firm grip on your cock, your body in a haze from the overwhelming, almost painful orgasm you experienced. Your load covered her polished toes, each pent-up spurt dripping down between the spaces. And despite your grip on her feet, they still moved smoothly back and forth to ensure none of your essence was wasted.

 

Mrs. Shy once again leaned back in the tub once you managed to finish up, lifting her soles into the air and wiggling her toes. The sight of your cum leaking down her adorable feet was unfathomably hot, and her reddened, sexy face only added to the heavenly experience.

 

“Anon, dear, I hope Mommy made you happy like you did for her…” Posey said, sighing happily.

 

“Ahh…s-see? I held up my end, now you have to let me keep taking care of you…” you panted, sitting back up against the edge of the bath.

 

Posey giggled quietly, placing her soles back under the water, and up against your legs. “Would you…mind giving me a proper rub, dear?”

 

All it took was another curl of her cute toes, and you promptly and diligently started to massage them once again.