I am sitting on the couch wearing a tank top and jeans. I'm barefoot with a fresh pedicure, rubbing my feet, talking on the phone with my daughter. We're talking about how beautiful and perfect my feet are, how I love to give blowjobs and footjobs and lick cum off my feet, and how I'd love to have them preserved like this to be admired for all time. Just then, someone pops up from behind the couch and puts a rag over my mouth until I'm asleep. When I awaken, I'm on the couch completely naked. My hands and feet have been bound, tied together with rope with my legs outstretched in front of me. My son is at my feet with his dick between them. I want to know what the fuck is going on. He tells me that he heard my phone conversation and I'm right, my feet are perfect and they should be preserved as they are, for his own pleasure, but first we are going to have some fun. He tells me that he is going to tickle my feet until I beg him to cut them off. He tickles my feet and rubs his dick on them. He tickles them with his dick in between my feet, and the involuntary spasms of my feet from the tickling providing him pleasure. Eventually he makes me suck his cock to get it wet so he can fuck my feet more as he tickles them. He tickles up and downmy soles, arches, heels and sides of my feet with his fingers and fingernails, keeping me laughing, screaming and squirming while suffering in hysterics. He tickles the tops of my feet. He tickles in between and underneath my toes. I spread and curl my toes giving glimpses of my freshly painted toenails. He fucks and tickles my feet until he cums on them just before I can take no more. He continues tickling them even after he cums on them, but I beg him to stop, telling him I'd rather have them cut off than endure any more tickling.