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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Erotica · #1816885

A group of girls with a shared fetish for the feet of other girls go hunting for others.

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Chapter #7

Cheyenne agrees to recruit her mother, Barbara

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Cheyenne quickly grew tired of listening to the other girls argue and bicker about recruiting her mother into the club; she put her fingers to her lips and whistled loudly to quiet down the group and get their attention.

“Everyone be quiet.” Cheyenne said taking charge of the situation. “This is my mom we’re talking about, and frankly it should be my decision whether or not we even consider having her in the club.”

“Oh come on Cheyenne…” Jenifer said in a sullen, disappointed tone.

“But since you all feel so strongly about it, we’ll put it to vote. All those who want me to convince my mom to join the club, raise your hands.”

As expected, everyone’s hands shot straight up.

“Alright then, so it’s settled.” Cheyenne said resting her eyes on Jenifer’s wide, size 12 feet; if she was going to come clean about her foot fetish to her mom and get her to join a club of foot enthusiasts, she was gonna need all the extra foot ‘real estate’ she could muster. “Jenifer, I’m gonna need your help on this.”

“You got it Cheyenne!” Jenifer replied excitedly.

Cheyenne made her way into the living room where her mother was stretched out on the sofa working on a laptop; she had long since removed her slippers and her bare feet were now exposed for all to see. Seeing her mom’s feet after an entire conversation about them made Cheyenne quickly loose the nerve she had built up around the other club members. It was perfectly understandable why a veteran foot fetishist like Cheyenne would lose her cool around Barbara’s feet; they were several sizes bigger than hers, her soles and toes were thick but her feet still maintained a lean appearance, her unpainted, perfectly-pedicured nails and sweat drizzling down her soles was only the icing on the cake that was her mom’s feet.

And all she had to do was tell her about her foot fetish, get her to admit to her foot fetish and get her join a group of teenaged girls that openly talked about and worshiped each others feet. Simple right?

“Hey mom…” Cheyenne said nervously. Barbara looked up from her computer to Cheyenne who was shyly idling in the doorway. “Yes, sweetheart?” She replied.
“Can I talk to you about something that’s kinda…personal?”

Barbara closed the computer and sat up straight on the couch. “Of course you can dear.” She said patting the area next to her, inviting her daughter to sit with her. “Come on, tell me what’s on your mind.”

Cheyenne sat next to her mom, knowing that being closer to her feet would only unnerve her more. “Okay so there’s this club that I’m a part of that has…interests that other people wouldn’t find…normal…”

“Not normal how, because you have a foot fetish?” Barbara asked.

Cheyenne went dead silent. Her mother knew she had foot fetish the entire time, she didn’t know it was possible but her dumb idea of trying to get her own mother into a club of foot fetishists just got even dumber.

“H-how do you know that?” Cheyenne squeaked.

“Because you’re my daughter.” Barbara said playfully tugging Cheyenne’s check. “Because I know you better than you know yourself. Plus you and your friends show up here nearly every week and don’t seem to do anything else other than sitting around barefoot.”

“Well…yeah, I guess it was kinda obvious.” Cheyenne said.

“Besides, it’s not like it’s foreign to me.” Barbara continued. “I happen to like women’s feet too, so it was pretty easy to pick up on.”

“I actually picked up on that a while ago.” Cheyenne said. “Really? How so?” Barbara asked.

“That time you and Ms. Laura went jogging. While she was in the shower, I saw you…sniffing her socks and shoes.” Cheyenne said embarrassingly.

“Well what’s a girl to do?” Barbara said. “Laura’s always had a nice pair of feet, especially after a nonstop six-mile jog.”

Cheyenne and her mom both laughed; finally sharing a moment regarding their mutual appreciation for women’s feet. “But I’m not afraid to say I like women’s feet; just like you shouldn’t be afraid to say you like women’s feet.”

Barbara lifted Cheyenne’s feet into her lap, in one quick motion she peeled off both of Cheyenne’s socks. “I mean, look at your feet; I know you’re my daughter and all, but your feet are ten times prettier than Laura’s; they’re not as big but they’re still prettier.”

“Thanks mom, your feet are pretty too.” Cheyenne said hugging her mother.

“But you will let me play with them from time to time right?” Barbara asked. “Only if you’ll let me play with yours.” Cheyenne replied.

“Deal.” Barbara said.

“Oh, and another thing.” Cheyenne added. “The group of girls I’m with, they have foot fetishes just like us, they’re in a club and they’d really love it if you joined it.”

“Okay, sounds like fun.” Barbara said.

“Oooh, thank you mom, I promise you won’t regret it!” Cheyenne squealed excitedly.

“Well, I don’t know about you but all this talk about feet is making me thirsty. I’m gonna go get a drink.” Barbara said; she got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. Cheyenne was simply beside herself with joy, completely ignoring the fact that she got her mother to join the club, she opened up to her about her foot fetish and it was nowhere near as bad as she thought it was.

“Cheyenne, can you come in here for a second?” Barbara called out to her from the kitchen.

“Coming!” Cheyenne replied getting up from the couch and heading into the kitchen where she saw her mother and at the kitchen table with her bare, size 12 feet propped up on top was Jenifer who could only awkwardly chuckle at their not knowing what to do.

“Sooo…are we still doing the plan thing or not?” Jenifer asked.

“What plan?” Barbara asked.

“Um…a plan to have you play with Jenifer’s feet as a…an initiation…present.” Cheyenne replied.

“Sure, why not?” Barbara replied taking a seat at the kitchen table. “Seeing as you went to all the trouble, I guess the least I could do is play my part.”

“Sure, have at it mom.” Cheyenne said.

“So…Jenifer was it?” Barbara asked lightly tickling Jenifer’s feet. “Let’s see what you got here.”

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