Your step-mother has you laying on the ground, looking up at her. You can almost see up her dress, but you're enjoying the view of her dark brown stockings and the glimpse of lace tops, she's trained you to love her feet and the look, smell and taste of her nylons. She tells you, as usual, what a disappointment you are as a step-son, and lifts her glorious foot for you to sniff between her sweaty toes. Humiliated and broken, but so aroused, you obey. Nothing you do is ever enough for this woman, and she always has you at her mercy, waiting for a moment of reward or affection, and you always... Show more