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Another day, another near-death experience across the multiverse with Rick. What even were those things? Bug-eyed abnormally large purple slugs? Not that it matters, they're all vaporised now thanks to the bomb that Rick set off moments before they escaped. It's fine though, they looked pretty evil and hell-bent on world domination, probably.
As Morty walks through his front door and lets out a sigh of relief, he's greeted by his mother currently hoovering around the house, barefoot as she always is. "Oh, hi sweetie!" Giving him a little smile to compliment her warm welcome.
"Oh uhh, hi mum." Morty responded in his usual awkward fashion, already looking at his mum's feet the very moment he walks in.
"Another multiversal hike with Rick I take it?" Beth queried, suspecting she already knew the answer.
"Uh yeah, he blew up some big purple slugs this time, don't even know what they were. They looked evil though, I think."
"Surprised there are even other universes with life still left in 'em at this point with Dad going around doing who knows what. Where is he now?"
"He's left to go to another universe again I think, I needed a break though, can't stand him sometimes."
"Yeah I know what you mean there, Morty. Don't worry, why don't you just come and chill out for a bit, hmm? I'll put on the kettle."
"Oh geez, thanks mum, I could really do with that right now."
With another warm smile in Morty's direction, Beth switches off the hoover and heads to the kitchen, giving Morty the chance to catch an extended glimpse of his mother's feet without her seeing him. He simply couldn't help it, he takes every chance he can get to look at her gorgeous soles and toes, they're simply perfect in his eyes. No other pairs of feet in the world can compare to his own mother's.
After this brief window of opportunity passes though, Morty decides to walk over to the living room and collapse onto the sofa, rubbing his palm along his forehead a few times while letting out a long laboured sigh. On the television was the news covering a story about an office building that collapsed to the ground last week with investigators still trying to determine what could've possibly caused this. "Geez Rick, why." Morty spoke to himself, knowing exactly what happened because Rick had heard of some hostile aliens working in an office building, what Morty didn't realise but should've realised in hindsight is that Rick would tear the whole building down.
After a few minutes, Beth smilingly returns to Morty with a warm cup of hot chocolate and marshmallows in her hand, those wonderful feet of hers still on full display. Despite the amount of stress Morty's always going through, he can't help but take note of them every single time without fail. "Here you are sweetie, your favourite. Your sugar's probably low and all."
"Oh thanks mum, that's amazing." Morty replies, gently taking the mug from her delicate hands and briefly smiling back at her. It doesn't take long for Morty to start drinking the hot chocolate, he's parched.
Beth looks over at the television Morty's staring at. "Rick's work as well I presume?" To which Morty simply nods his head. "I really don't understand him sometimes, he always takes things to extremes."
"Tell me about it, it's never a simple matter with Rick, it always has to be complete extinction or nothing. He honestly stresses me out so much sometimes, mum." Taking further sips of delicious marshmallow-laden hot chocolate into his mouth between sentences.
"I feel you there. Don't worry though sweetie, you can take a break from him now. Why don't you go up to your room with your drink instead of being troubled by the news? It's the last thing you need right now." She offered with such a kind and caring motherly tone.
Morty nods his head and stands up from where he was sitting, temporarily putting his hot chocolate on the coffee table and giving Beth a long warm hug, wrapping his arms snugly around her body. "Thank you so much, mum. I love you."
"I love you too, sweetheart." Beth reassures with a warm smile on her face. After sharing a quick innocent peck of a kiss on the lips, Morty smiles at his mum once more, inconspicuously looks down towards the floor and her lovely feet for a few seconds further to give his brain some much-needed food before picking up his drink and heading upstairs to relax in his room instead, while Beth subsequently switches off the television and lets out a sigh herself, getting back to her hoovering.
==================== Approximately One Hour Later... ====================
"Mmm, that's it baby, you like that? You like it when mummy fucks you with her toes? You like it when your own mother wraps her sweaty feet around your fat cock and strokes you with them? Mmm, what a good boy you are for mummy. Such a perverted dirty good boy."
Morty's porn video on his laptop certainly doesn't have the most realistic dialogue in the world but it's not like he minds, he's too busy pleasuring himself to the incestuous foot porn to care. Having had so many glimpses of his own mother's feet today already, all he's been able to do since he got upstairs is edge himself over and over and over again to these fantasy scenarios that he longs for so dearly. Sometimes he wishes he wasn't so desperate and seemingly perverted, especially according to these videos that he watches, but at the same time he can't deny just how much he thoroughly loves indulging in his deepest lusts every single time, even if they may never become reality.
Many a time Morty has considered the possibility of permanently moving to a different universe, one where he would be free to live out his most carnal desires on a daily basis and embrace his desired life of lust, he's sure there must be a reality out there somewhere which is near identical to this one except his mother is overtly into him and is more than willing to constantly indulge him in his foot fetish. But each time he considers this, eventually his senses kick back in to remind him of why he shouldn't do that, how there's so much more to appreciate about his life and family over just the fact that he's unable to have sex with Beth and her feet. So, as tempting as the prospect is, he can accept keeping all of these strong titillating urges of his as purely fantasy and instead satisfy himself with this pornography he's always watching.
As the video continues to play, Morty doesn't cease his masturbation. Small but swift hand movements gliding along his tip and frenulum especially, always making sure to slow down and even entirely halt if he's just about to tip over the edge prematurely. With unending grunts and gentle moans leaving his mouth, he can't stop thinking about Beth and her irresistible feet. "Mum... Ohh... Mum..." Morty whispers to himself as he imagines himself in the very same position that the male porn actor is in.
Just as the video is about to reach its climax, Morty speeds up his hand movements in order to reach his own climax, sweating all over profusely. "You wanna cum all over mummy's feet, baby? You wanna cum all over your own mother's fucking feet? Yeah?" The porn actress egging Morty on as he whispers "Yes... Yes I do, mum...", bringing himself right to the edge as the actress masterfully works her toes all around the penis she's been tasked with milking. It won't be long before-
"MORTY!" Rick exclaims as he slams open Morty's door and forcibly enters his room without any warning whatsoever.
"AHH, RICK!" Morty exclaims back in a panicked state, quickly closing the lid of his laptop and pulling out his earbuds before promptly pulling his underwear and trousers back up.
"Morty- *burp* -You've gotta come with me Morty, there's a- a uhh alien invasion Morty, you-you gotta come with me now."
"Aw come on Rick, what is it now? Didn't we already deal with that?"
"No Morty, no this is a different type of alien, they're like snails Morty, big green bug-eyed snails."
"Aw geez Rick, but I... *sigh* Fine, I'll come with you."
"*burp* Oookay great, I'll brief you in the cruiser Morty, we gotta hurry." And with that, Rick turns around and leaves Morty's room without another word, clearly having paid no attention to what Morty was doing just prior to his rude interruption.
Morty sighs again, picks up his things and heads downstairs with Rick. "Dad, where are you going now?" Beth interrupts him briefly.
"No time to explain Beth, just stay here, we'll be back- *burp* -soon, aight?"
"Yeah okay, whatever you say. Morty, come back as soon as you can, okay?" Beth feeling sympathy for him as he's dragged away yet again. "Oh, did you bring your mug down yet?"
"Oh geez, no sorry mum, I left it upstairs."
"That's alright sweetie, just thought I'd ask. Be careful!" And with that, she waves him goodbye and he waves back before Rick slams the front door closed. "Well, at least he actually used the doors this time." She muttered to herself in mild frustration as she makes her way upstairs to collect her son's empty mug.
As Beth enters Morty's room, she sees the mug immediately and grabs it. She then turns around to exit his room but notices that Morty's laptop lid is not fully closed, in his panic he left it barely hovering over the point where the screen would lock and require a password. Her immediate reaction is to reach over and close her son's laptop properly however she pauses right before doing so and a devious thought crosses her mind.
She told herself that she'd never do this but considering she probably wouldn't have this opportunity again, her curiosity got the better of her, and so she pushed the lid of Morty's laptop up and within seconds was frozen solid with what she saw. Her eyes widened, all she could do was look at the porn video's title for the first whole minute. Once she regained her composure, she grabbed the mouse and played the video in front of her and listened to everything that porn actress had to say. She watched it until the end of the video that Morty was unable to reach, gazing upon the massive climax that the man released all over the feet of the woman that he treated as his mother. And after that, in her mind she decided that she's in for a penny so in for a pound. She looked at Morty's search history as well, and that's when she saw all the evidence she needed to see in order to confirm her suspicions. Throughout all of this, she didn't utter a single word. Although she couldn't help but instinctively bite her bottom lip the more she saw, not even noticing that she had.
With that, she closes her son's laptop, gathers together her thoughts and walks out of the room, pondering over everything she just witnessed that her beloved son's been hiding from her all this time. How long has he been look at this stuff? How long has he been... potentially attracted to her? She didn't know, but she'd get to the bottom of this one way or another.
On her way back downstairs she looked down upon her still bare feet and in that moment realised that Morty's probably been deliberately looking at her feet every chance he's had, based on what she's just seen at least, clearly her son has an enormous foot fetish. This realisation caused a very brief chuckle to leave her mouth, and in that moment an ever-so slight smile formed upon her lips.
Morty didn't return home that day, chances are he'd be back tomorrow with Rick, so Beth decided it was time to sleep on it. She already had quite a few plans in her head for tomorrow, and if Morty is as he seems according to his computer, it'll be a very fun day tomorrow indeed.