My family's nanny

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Seeing so many fellow enthusiasts share their experiences, I've had the urge to write about my first time for a long time, but after much hesitation, I've finally made up my mind. My writing isn't as vivid or detailed as many others, but it's a genuine expression of my feelings.

I'm a foot fetishist, extremely fascinated by women's feet and stockings. It was because of this that the following story happened between me and Aunt Jing.

Aunt Jing was our family's housekeeper. I had just started university when she came to live with us. Because our family was relatively well-off, and my grandmother was getting old, my father was busy with work, and my mother ran a building materials business, there was no one to take care of her. Aunt Jing came to our home through an introduction.

My first impression of Aunt Jing wasn't very good. That was when I had just started university. (I didn't do well in high school, but I love the arts. Through connections, I got into a good art university in the city. It's very difficult for local students to board at my school, but I always felt that going to university without boarding was like not having gone to university at all, so I insisted on boarding. Because I knew people at the school, it was easy for me to become a boarding student. I came home once a week.) The first time I came home from boarding school was on a Friday afternoon. I was excited to be home. I rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one answered. Usually, someone is home; my mother usually comes home in the afternoon. Why isn't she opening the door? Then a strange voice came from the other side of the door, "Who are you?" in a very harsh tone.

"Who am I? I live here. Who am I?" I replied, not very nicely either.

After a long time, no one opened the door. I got impatient. I kicked the door hard. After a while, the door opened.

"Are you Xiao L?" A middle-aged woman, about 160 cm tall, stood in the hallway.

"Ah." Only then did I realize that before I went to school, I had heard that my family was going to hire a new nanny. This must be the woman! I came in rather irritably, changed my shoes, checked on Grandma first, then went to my room and turned on the computer. I had a general feeling this woman was a bit dull. That was my first impression of Aunt Jing.

A while later, Mom came home and called me out to formally introduce Aunt Jing. Only then did I get a good look at her. She was about 160cm tall, maybe a little shorter, with very fair skin, a ponytail, and dressed simply. Her eyes were somewhat fox-like, captivating at first glance. "She wasn't exactly innocent when she was younger," I thought to myself. She looked about 33 years old. She had a daughter who was just starting second grade. Because of what had happened before, which left me with the impression of her being dull-witted, I didn't bother talking to her much. Then I ate fruit in the living room while she chatted with my mother. I glanced at her sideways and noticed her feet. Her toes were very even, unlike some women who have long big or second toes. Her toes were delicate, almost perfectly aligned, with a high arch and clearly visible veins on the soles of her feet. And she was wearing flesh-colored short stockings, which immediately made me a little uncomfortable. Such beautiful feet in stockings, I'm in awe!

I couldn't resist, so I rushed back to my room, went online, and watched foot fetish videos, my penis was rock hard. Then I started masturbating, and without realizing it, I started fantasizing about Aunt Jing giving me a foot fetish, and I came.

My first encounter

with this person was when I was in high school. I had a girlfriend, but because I was young, even though I had watched porn, I didn't dare to have sex with my girlfriend directly, at most we would just kiss. When I felt pent up, I would masturbate to release the tension. But I digress

, let's talk about Aunt Jing.

Nothing happened during my first semester of college, and I broke up with my high school girlfriend. After winter break, the weather warmed up. I went home on weekends as usual. I noticed that Aunt Jing especially liked wearing stockings. This immediately aroused my sexual interest, and my impression of her changed. I often fantasized about Aunt Jing's stockinged feet, and I masturbated! From then on, all I could think about was how to have sex with Aunt Jing's feet.

From then on, I went home more often, just to see Aunt Jing's feet, it was a bit filthy. I remember one day in April, I came home. Grandma was sleeping in her room. Aunt Jing was asleep on the sofa in the living room. She didn't wake up when I came in. Who knows, she and her husband were doing *that* yesterday! Thinking about this, my gaze drifted to her feet. Today, Aunt Jing was wearing beige trousers and brown short stockings. Just looking at her made me hard. I called her a few times, but she didn't respond, so my lust got the better of me. I quietly walked over and looked at Aunt Jing's feet. She was lying on her side on the sofa, facing inwards, with her legs bent. The soles of her feet were facing outwards, and when I squatted down, the soles of her feet were right in front of my face. This was the first time I'd ever seen a woman's feet this close; none of my previous partners had ever done so. Her arches were high, and the bluish veins against the thin skin of her soles looked very sexy. The warmth from her feet blew towards me, but despite the warmth, there was no smell. I'm not like those people who say they have a foot fetish or like smelly feet; I like that a woman's feet must first be clean. Even if I'm going to do foot fetish or lick feet, they have to be clean first. However, Aunt Jing's stockings had a run at the toe, but it made them look even better. I squatted down and stared at them for several seconds! It seemed Aunt Jing still hadn't woken up, and then a wicked thought crossed my mind. I quickly went back to my room and took off my coat and pants. In April in the north, the outside temperature was high, but it was still quite cold inside. I was wearing pajamas and pajama bottoms (the pajama bottoms were quite loose, my penis was swinging freely).

I quietly walked to the sofa in the living room, squatted down quietly, and looked at Aunt Jing's stockinged feet. I softly called out to Aunt Jing, but there was no response, only a faint snoring sound, which suited me perfectly! I slowly leaned my head closer, not daring to get too close, afraid that my breath would wake her up by blowing on her feet. I kept a distance, stuck out my tongue, stretched it out very long, and struggled to extend it forward. Finally, the tip of my tongue touched something gritty. I had finally licked a woman's feet, the feet of Aunt Jing that I had longed for day and night. Even a light touch excited this virgin. Although I'd kissed before, for someone with a foot fetish like me, the feeling and the experience of actually licking a foot was incomparable. After the first light touch, I quickly withdrew my tongue. But the first time led to a second; this time, my tongue lingered a little longer on Aunt Jing's foot. The third time, my tongue was bolder, gently moving from the sole to the heel, actually licking.

Afterwards, my heart was pounding. Because I was squatting, I noticed my penis was already erect. Unlike what others say about my enormous penis, mine is quite ordinary, only 17 centimeters. Because I was wearing my pajama bottoms without a bra, my penis was already protruding from the foreskin, the red glans peeking out. I decided to go all in; I'd only wanted to experience the feeling of my penis rubbing against her stockinged feet. I quietly stood up. Because the sofa was low, I had to kneel to align my penis with Aunt Jing's feet. I moved closer and closer, until finally the head of my penis felt the friction, and my penis was against Aunt Jing's foot. I quickly stopped, afraid to move, to see her reaction. No reaction. Emboldened, I rubbed my penis quickly from the sole to the heel, watching the secretions from my glans remain on Aunt Jing's stockinged feet. When I pulled my penis away from her feet, the secretions stretched into a thin thread. It felt good. Aunt

Jing was still asleep. Without even putting my penis in her pajama bottoms, she ran back to her room and started masturbating in front of the computer, even though the computer wasn't on. This time, I ejaculated very quickly and in large amounts, with semen landing on the keyboard and desktop. After ejaculating, my heart rate hadn't returned to normal, possibly due to nervousness or the force of the ejaculation, leaving me feeling a bit exhausted. I lay in bed for a while before getting up to clean up the mess.

When I went out again, Aunt Jing was already awake. She exchanged a few pleasantries with me, then prepared dinner and went home.

To be honest

, once you start, you start again. Whenever Aunt Jing was taking a nap on the sofa, I would gently lick her feet, and if the opportunity allowed, I would take out my penis and run it over her feet. Then I would go back and masturbate.

My relationship with Aunt Jing became closer, and sometimes we would chat. Through our conversations, I learned that Aunt Jing and her husband worked at the same company, but they were both laid off. Her husband and a female colleague ran a small restaurant, and she worked as a housekeeper at my house. Later, I vaguely heard that her husband wasn't a good man, and she suspected that her husband was having an affair with that female colleague, but she hadn't been able to find any evidence. During this time, he sometimes stayed at the restaurant. This made Aunt Jing unhappy. My wicked thoughts resurfaced. I always wanted to confront her, to directly enjoy her feet, but I never dared to, until one day in May.

It was during the May Day holiday, a seven-day break back then. I was resting at home. One day, a group of old neighbors came to visit my grandmother. A group of people I call "Grandma" came to our house. Grandma chatted with them in the living room, while Aunt Jing, having nothing to do, wanted to watch TV, but there were people in the living room. I also have a TV in my room. Aunt Jing came into my room and said she wanted to watch TV, and I said okay. At the time, I was playing games on the computer. Aunt Jing sat on my bed watching TV.

Then I noticed that the tissues I used to wipe my semen from yesterday were still on the bedside table. Aunt Jing seemed to have seen them, took the two tissues, and threw them away. I figured that someone with experience like her would know what they were. After throwing away the tissues, she acted like nothing had happened and went back to watching TV. I thought, "Why not today? I'll confront Aunt Jing today."

With this thought, I became incredibly nervous, unsure of what to say, and my hands even felt a little cold. So I quit the game and pulled up a bunch of pictures of stockinged feet that I had saved on my computer, looking at them openly. While looking, I glanced at Aunt Jing's reaction. She didn't seem to notice me.

After a while, Aunt Jing asked me, "What do you do online?"

The opportunity I'd been waiting for finally came. I thought to myself, "Nothing much, just reading the news, playing games, and looking at pictures."

"What kind?"

"Just these." I zoomed in on a picture of feet in stockings for Aunt Jing to see.

"Why are they all feet?" Aunt Jing looked at the computer screen in surprise.

"Because feet are sexy, I like them. They're all close-up photos of models, very popular now, called partial models, there are hand models and foot models." I felt my tone wasn't very strong as I spoke. I kept flipping through the pages, showing her, "Aunt Jing, look." I showed her one picture after another. I observed Aunt Jing's face; it wasn't a disgusted expression. There was a chance.

I deliberately brought up a picture of feet licking for Aunt Jing to see; the computer screen showed a pair of foreign women licking each other's feet. Looking at the blood-pumping image on the computer screen, I didn't show any awkwardness. I slowly closed the picture.

Looking at Aunt Jing, I said, "Aunt Jing, can I look at your feet?"

"What's there to see on my feet?" she said, already pulling her feet out of her slippers and placing them on the bed.

Aunt Jing was wearing flesh-colored stockings today. Although I don't particularly like flesh-colored stockings, they were still pretty good. I was incredibly nervous. I slowly walked over, squatted down beside Aunt Jing's feet, and quietly looked at them. The only sound in my room was the television.

"My feet aren't pretty, too small, and fleshy." Aunt Jing deliberately stretched her feet out in front of me, then casually pulled them back to put on her slippers.

I quickly grabbed Aunt Jing's foot. This was the first time I'd ever touched a foot, the first time I'd openly touched a foot. "Don't move! I haven't seen them properly yet!"

"Little thing, what's there to see on these little feet?" She said with a laugh, very flirtatious.

"If I say they're pretty, then they're pretty." As I looked, I touched her feet with my hand, the smooth feel of the stockings spreading throughout my body. I grew a little bolder and slowly brought my nose close to her feet, smelling them. I could feel Aunt Jing's feet trembling slightly, probably from nervousness, and they were also a bit cold—it was definitely a combination of nervousness and excitement. But seeing that Aunt Jing didn't seem disgusted, I became much bolder. I simply went ahead and kissed her, not daring to lick her with my tongue. Aunt Jing pulled her foot back slightly, but I held it tightly, so her pulling back didn't help.

But I didn't have the courage to continue, unsure of her reaction. I lay on my side next to Aunt Jing's feet, her foot pressing against my penis. I was wearing pajama bottoms, but it was already quite erect. Aunt Jing would definitely recognize that it was... well, you know. But Aunt Jing didn't move, which made me feel much more relaxed. In that position, we talked a lot. I talked about foot fetishes, foot play, and other topics. She even asked me what foot play was. I showed her pictures and videos of foot play.

That day, I licked for a long time; my mouth was dry. I could feel that Aunt Jing was also excited by my licking; sometimes she wanted to moan, but she was afraid of being heard by the other women outside. She just kept begging me to stop licking. Finally, seeing my erection, Aunt Jing, under my insistence, gave me a handjob. That was my

first time foot fetish; that day I became a man. After that confession

, Aunt Jing and I became even closer. On weekends, I would go to the supermarket to buy her stockings, all my favorite black and brown ones. On weekends, I would lick Aunt Jing's stockings at home, or ask her to help me masturbate to relieve my long-term stress.

Later, that spring and summer, our country faced the threat of SARS. My city became a key target for strict prevention and control. University students like us were also under strict surveillance. Boarding students were confined to the school, and day students didn't have to come to class. More than a month! Confined to the school, unable to get out. It was so frustrating! Without Aunt Jing's comfort, it was even more frustrating! More than a month without being able to go out. My eyes were practically green with envy. After a month of widespread panic, the SARS alert was lifted. Final exams were over. Finally, I could go home! Finally, I got to taste Aunt Jing's feet again.

Aunt Jing took the day off when I went home. I slept all day.

Aunt Jing came the next day, but she didn't seem very happy.

My mother was home that day, so I had to suppress my desires. That day, Aunt Jing surprisingly stayed at my house. The reason was that she had finally caught her husband sleeping with that woman. My mother talked to her all night. This simple interlude quickly ended with the man begging for forgiveness. Although it ended, my wicked thoughts suddenly ignited. I wanted to really have sex with Aunt Jing.

Summer is the off-season for our business. My mother sometimes gets up very late to go to the store and comes home very early, making it difficult for me to spend time alone with Aunt Jing. Even when we could spend time alone, there were often people coming over. The opportunity came. Because SARS had just ended, everyone who had been delayed during SARS was rushing to finish their work, and our business became busy again. My mother was working from dawn till dusk again.

I remember that day, a relative had just left in the morning. Aunt Jing was tidying up in the living room. Grandma was taking a nap in her room. I saw Aunt Jing wearing a gauze skirt and flesh-colored ankle socks. Having not masturbated in a long time, I rushed over. I pushed Aunt Jing onto the sofa and started frantically licking her feet. Then my hands moved up her thighs. Aunt Jing kept saying, "Little darling, calm down." Her words only fueled my lust; how could I stop? I didn't stop at just licking her feet. I pressed her down on the sofa, looking at her.

"Aunt Jing, I've missed you so much! It's been so long, I'm dying to hold back!"

"Auntie's been troubled lately!

" I know why you're troubled. "

Then I kissed her. I still remember how cool her lips were. I put my tongue in her mouth and we intertwined. Soon her breathing became rapid. We kissed for a long time, and then she licked my ear. I hate being licked. At that moment, I was completely limp in her arms. How could a virgin resist the advances of a mature woman like her? All I could do was keep kneading her breasts.

" Aunt Jing, I wanted to ejaculate. "

She reached her hand towards my crotch. But I said I didn't want to use my hands, I wanted to use my feet. So I lay down on the floor by the sofa, spread my legs, and pulled down my shorts, my penis immediately exposed, standing erect and defiantly showing off to her.

Aunt Jing slowly lifted her foot and gently pressed one foot against my penis. This was my first time doing footjob, the footjob I had always dreamed of was right in front of me. At

first, Aunt Jing was a little embarrassed, her feet were very clumsy, but she had seen pictures and videos of footjobs, and slowly she clamped her two feet around my penis, moving it up and down, the unique feeling of the stockings transmitting to my brain. After a while, my glans felt a rush. The semen that had been accumulating for so long gushed out. It got all over Aunt Jing's feet, my stomach, and the floor.

"My little darling, so much?" Aunt Jing looked at my masterpiece with a wicked smile. Seeing the semen slowly sliding down her feet, the feeling was indescribable."

She busied herself cleaning up my semen. Then she took off her stockings. She squatted on the floor, wiping herself. Looking at her soles and big buttocks, I suddenly got an erection. Youth is great! No need for a break.

I ran to my room and grabbed a pair of short black stockings I'd prepared for her, eagerly putting them on her. Then I started licking her wildly, my hands reaching between her legs.

Just like other guys, as I touched her, I felt her panties get wet. Then I slipped my fingers inside her panties. Suddenly, I felt that place I'd always dreamed of. Hairy and wet. Without any instruction, I inserted my fingers into her vagina. I just randomly imitated the movements from porn. She begged me to stop. No. I didn't listen at all, letting her move around under me. But my hands kept moving on her, begging her to have sex with me. Finally, Aunt Jing had no choice, or maybe I'd aroused her too. She obediently lay on the floor, spread her legs, and pushed her panties up to her knees. I couldn't wait to thrust in, but after a few tries, I couldn't get in. Aunt Jing smiled lewdly and guided my penis in with her hand.

Suddenly, my mind went blank. This was sex. Warm and wet.

"Silly boy, come in and move!" she instructed me like a teacher.

And so began my first sexual experience. My movements were clumsy, but the feeling was wonderful. Because of the footjob earlier, my first time didn't ejaculate as quickly as others. She cooperated with me as much as possible under me, lifting her buttocks with each of my movements, accompanied by moans and my panting. But it didn't last long. I ejaculated in about 5 minutes. Streams of semen rushed into Aunt Jing's uterus. My mind was still blank. I mechanically pulled out my penis and looked at her vagina, where white semen slid out.

She used a tissue to wipe me, then went to the bathroom to clean up her genitals.

We did it again afterwards. This time it lasted a long time, almost half an hour, and I still hadn't ejaculated. Finally, she used her feet to stimulate me, and when I felt aroused, I entered her. That's how I finally ejaculated. Afterwards, I couldn't get up.

My first time was over.

From then on, whenever I had time, I would hang out with Aunt Jing. Most of the time it was foot licking and foot fetish. We had sex, but very rarely. I guess it was because she and her husband had reconciled! But because of that first time, it was much easier to have sex later! However, she wouldn't let me ejaculate inside her anymore. I also bought a condom for the first time. After that, we had sex as long as she agreed. Later, in my senior year of college, because of family reasons, and also to prevent her husband from cheating, she quit her job as our housekeeper and opened a small restaurant with her husband. In my junior year, I also got a girlfriend. Naturally, my girlfriend and I did what college couples do.

So much time has passed since my affair with Aunt Jing, but I still remember it vividly. Even now, sometimes when I'm having sex with my current casual sex partners or girlfriend, I think of her. She's the woman who helped me transition from a boy to a man.

My writing isn't very good; some specific details aren't clear, so please forgive me, fellow enthusiasts. After all, I'm not writing an erotic novel. I just wanted to share my experiences.

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