Old account was nuked for some reason. My foot fetish can clearly be traced back to my mother. I cannot explain or pinpoint the exact moment but her feet always excited me. I can recall the day I became bold enough to remove her shoes after work. My heart was racing as I slipped off her beige flats to reveal her unpainted toes, clad in sheer brown nylons. The pink of her hard working soles was so inviting, the smell slowly entered my nostrils, an intoxicating scent of leather and feminine sweat. Her soles, warm and damp from her sweat as I pushed my thumbs in them.
This was the first of a lifetime of foot experiences with my mother. She eventually caught on to my fetish and so she set boundaries. I never got a footjob from her but I was able to massage, smell and even once or twice a year ejaculate on them (with her consent). I also had experiences with one of my step-sisters (recently), we are now both in our 40s.
For you crazy foot jackers, mom was around 5'6, thin/medium build and size 7.5/8 US. She generally wore flats to work and about 50/50 nylons and bare. She would later go on to have me select her shoes and nylons and leave them on so I could take them off. My wife is aware of this and she and my mother often joke about who has the better feet. My wife is not aware of the stuff with my sister though, I don't think she would take it great.
Shout out to my fellow foot freaks.