Diane dried her hands on the kitchen towel, feeling full after eating two slices of her stepson's

birthday cake. Cole had just turned 21. He was up in his room, probably enjoying his new PlayStation game,

while Diane finished cleaning up the kitchen.

She heard him from upstairs, letting out a loud whoop.

The game must have been going well.

She didn't know what to do with the information

she'd learned earlier. It hadn't been her fault that Cole had left his computer on. The screen

opened to foot fetish porn. It had been her fault that she kept digging, however, and discovered that Cole had a serious obsession with feet and foot jobs.

"'Cole?' said Diane, knocking on his bedroom door.

"'Can I come in?'

She wasn't sure what had gotten into her. When she walked inside,

Cole was sitting in his gaming chair, staring at the screen. What's up, Diane? Thanks for this game,

by the way, said Cole. It's awesome. When she didn't answer, Cole turned around and saw

his stepmother sitting on his bed. Her legs were hanging over the edge, and Cole couldn't help but

stare at her bare feet. He'd noticed her pedicure earlier that evening, those beautiful pink toes.

I found something on your computer earlier, Diane said, her brown eyes staring into Cole's

blue ones.

I wasn't snooping, but... What did you find? But Diane didn't need to answer. He could tell what she'd found

from the way she was running her fingers along the soles of her feet, as though she was

taunting him.

Fuck!

He muttered under his breath, getting up from his chair.

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