After a long day at work. Nodoka comes home and takes off her sweaty flats at the door, sliding her nylon clad feet from their stuffy confines, Ranma-chan greets her by lying in front of the door without a stitch of clothing on her. As Nodoka steps on the redhead she enjoys the sensation of Ranma-chan's firm breasts giving way to her sweaty sole, her pointed nipples buried deep into her foot.
Ranma-chan groans beneath her mistress as the pressure builds, a second foot is placed atop her bare stomach.
"Welcome home mistress." She whimpers as Nodoka pays her little mind, she steps off her slave and heads to the living room, she collapses on the sofa, turning on the TV as her slave rushes to her sweaty feet.
Nodoka rests her tired feet atop Ranma-chan's neck, one pointed out and over the face of her ex-son. Ranma-chan lies there silently, inhaling the aroma of her mistress' heavenly soles.
The pressure on Ranma's neck begins to build as Nodoka applies more force with her heel. She enjoyed the feeling of the redhead gasping for oxygen beneath her feet, all she'd have to do is apply that little bit more pressure and she could end this youth's life with her tired stinky feet.
Black spots begin to cloud Ranma-chan's vision.
The pressure subsides and she gasps for breath, filling her lungs as Nodoka's heel fills Ranma-chan's mouth, a small smile appeared upon Nodoka's lips as she felt the breath of her slave upon her heel as it rested within the redhead's mouth, her tongue forcefully pressed against while her remaining foot landed atop Ranma-chan's breasts.
This was the price her son had to pay. He was not a man and he begged to not commit seppuku as did his cowardly father. Unlike him she gave her ex-son a chance, a life in servitude, beneath her feet, lower than dirt in exchange for life.
A light blush tinges Nodoka's cheeks as she felt her slave's tongue slide over her heel, sampling the sweat that clung to it. Cleaning her nylons. Truly this was Ranma-chan's true calling, to be a slave at her mother's feet. She glanced down at the redhead, her eyes were closed with a vibrant blush consuming her face as she focused on Nodoka's heel and the sensation of her breasts being squished by her mother's feet.
Who knows, perhaps if Ranma-chan did a good job she would allow her to be a boy next time she came home. Not a man though, definitely not a man. Men didn't smell their mommies shoes, lick their feet or beg to be stepped on.
A small smirk played her lips as she thought of coming home tomorrow and stepping on his peepee, crushing it beneath her weight while it was all hard and ready for her.