Jeff figured he'd be able to shimmy over to the bathroom if he was quick enough. With his feet wives in his pants however, the going would be a bit slow. They seemed keen on staying nuzzled up against his still semi flaccid rod, which involved keeping it right between their soft soles. Each step Jeff took bobbed the feet up and down, which resulted in more strokes of his dick. Bucking at the knees, Jeff's resolve kept him going, despite how much he wanted to fuck the feet some more.
Just as he was about to grab the bathroom doorknob, his mother came up the stairs. Noticing her son, she greeted him. "Oh good, you're already on your way, I was just about to called you for dinner." She said, grabbing his arm and pulling him downstairs to eat his meal. The only problem being Jeff had a pair of horny, soft, Latina milf feet in his pants, who were still plenty in the mood for more fucking.
"Mom, wait, but I-" he interjected, trying to look back and reach for the bathroom door. "Yes, I made something you like. Now come on, your father and sister are already waiting at the table." She interrupted, hurrying him along. DeeDee's feet felt the increase in movement, surmising that it was Jeff urging them to make love to him again. Covered in sweat, cum and oil, they pressed their soles tightly together, tickling Jeff's tip. 'Oh crud.' Jeff thought to himself, feeling blood rush back south to bring his rod back to full mast.
As Jeff took a seat, he was blushed and covered in sweat. It felt sort of funny sitting down with feet in his pants around his dick, but DeeDee's feet paid no mind to it, still comfy and loving having sex with their new husband. His mother brought over a plate full of meatloaf, though he didn't feel a lick of hunger, only lust. His father was at one end of the table, reading out the newspaper and trying to fill out the daily crossword.
Proceeding to eat, Jeff chewed cautiously, worrying his family would notice something wrong with him. For now, it would appear that his sisters were preoccupied chatting with each other and their mother, giving Jeff a bit of leeway. Yet, DeeDee's feet were going to town in his pants. They couldn't take it; feeling the warm, throbbing erection of their husband between their soles, they couldn't hold back and needed to fuck now! Jeff nearly choked from feeling the milfy feet pumping up and down his rod again. "Oh no...." He murmured, unable to stop his body from subconsciously thrusting his hips slightly to mate with the feet.
To his left, his father started reading out clues aloud to fill out the crossword puzzle. "Hmmm, 9 letter term for a kink for feet? That's foot fetish. Odd choice for this." He chuckled, unaware Jeff was experiencing pleasure beyond belief. Jeff's mother pulled up her phone to show Jeff's younger sister shoes she likes, as Jeff's older sister laughed and helped their dad with the puzzle. "8 letter word sexual act involving feet on the male genitals? That's easy, it's footjob." Jeff's older sister stated, as Jeff struggled chewing. DeeDee's feet were practically ballet dancing around in his pants, using their soles to create a tight footpussy that was just begging to milk Jeff for every drop of his cum.
And with his mother and younger sister talking about shoes, he imagined taking his feet wives out shoe shopping; them trying on a bunch of shoes and teasing him with their wiggling toes and peeks of their soles and arches. He knew he'd be unable to resist and start screwing them right there on the spot. But right now, they were the ones molesting him, uncaring of his current position.
The cunning toes lightly tapped and played with Jeff's tip, before sending it down to be surrounded by their soft, slightly wrinkly soles. Unbeknownst to Jeff, they too received pleasure from giving him footjobs and rubbing his dick, and would be moaning like a nymphomaniac if they had the ability to speak. Halfway through his meatloaf, Jeff could hardly stand it anymore. He was really close to climaxing, but couldn't risk that here. "Someone who dedicates their life to a pair of feet?" Jeff's father shouted in shock at the absurd crossword puzzle for today. His older sister chuckled and said, "Try footboy. That's kinda the term we use for something like that these days." Jeff's father instead ripped out the puzzle, crumpled it up and tossed it into the garbage. He decided to read the ads instead.
To be honest, Jeff didn't even know if that actually happened, or his subconscious was just reinforcing to him what he was from now on. DeeDee's feet made sure to do so, going insanely fast up and down in his pants, that one could easily see them moving. That was if he wasn't hidden by the table. Thanking whoever invented tables, Jeff stifled his moans behind coughs and gulped down the rest of his dinner and drink. Cautiously getting out of his chair to put the dishes in the sink, he practically crab walked backed to the stairs. "I'm-aah- going to my room now." He alerted his family, just as DeeDee's feet twisted themselves around again to make it feel like they coiled around his shaft.
"Oh man." Jeff grunted, hurrying to his room and hopping on his bed. Now on top of DeeDee's feet, he started thrusting his hips to go at even more speed, rubbing his whole dick between the milf soles. They scrunched their toes from Jeff taking the lead, and twitched from him pounding them with such youthful vigor. "You sexy as fuck feet!" He declared, smirking and chuckling. "Here's your punishment for teasing me at dinner." Crashing his hips down again and again, he mated with them fiercely. It was almost like he wasn't even a virgin until just an hour before. It was thanks to DeeDee's feet that he has awakened as a skilled footboy husband.
The feet held themselves tightly together to maximize the contact of their soles and Jeff's dick. They were mini climaxing with each thrust, but hadn't reached their limit yet. It wasn't until their husband really sped up that things got serious. Sweating and panting profusely, Jeff made his whole bed shake from this feety mating act. "You're my lovers forever. Let's spend the rest of our lives having wondrous sex like this!" He cried, pulling back his hips as far as he could, and rocketing forward for the final thrust. Moaning loudly, DeeDee's tight, soft soles did their job in extracting another huge load from him. Their toes wiggled in delight at feeling more cum get spewed onto them, as they then spread their toes from reaching a huge climax of their own.
Collapsing atop DeeDee's feet, Jeff smiled and wiped his brow, as his feet wives massaged his now flaccid rod with their soles and toes. He struggled to get up, and nearly fell to the ground from having little strength in his legs and pelvis. Now, he could finally go to the bathroom to get himself and DeeDee's feet cleaned up.
Once undressed, he got the bath running as he cleaned the feet off as much as he could in the sink. Slipping into the tub, he laid back with DeeDee's feet standing on his stomach. Looking at the dainty toes wiggling with joy, he smiled and thought about how cute they were. "God damn, I just love you too so much." He sighed, getting a soapy cloth to gently scrub the feet clean. Within minutes, they were happy and hygienic, so Jeff brought their soles to his face to take a big whiff. Their fragrant scent practically made him experience a high, as he started kissing and licking their soles and sucked on their painted toes. The feet squirmed and wriggled from the tickly kisses, loving the attention from their new husband.
After getting cleaned and ready for bed, Jeff lay his head on the pillow, with DeeDee's soles sharing it with him, facing him. "Thank you for coming into my life, honies. You have indeed changed it for the better and I look forward to us spending the rest of our days together." DeeDee's feet wiggled their toes as Jeff kissed them. Pulling them closer so that their soles completely covered his face, Jeff drifted off to sleep, breathing in the sweet scent of his wives. This was sure to give him happy, feety dreams.