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This is one part of an 8-part story. It is a pseudo-incest tale about the burgeoning relationship between a man and his stepdaughter. Within this story I explore certain fetishes having to do with feet, anal, and various bodily fluids and odors. If any of that is not your cup of tea, this probably isn't the story for you. Consider this your warning.
If you like this story and want to follow my characters' adventures within their connected universe, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated.
All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.
This part of The Blossoming of Becca picks up directly from the previous part. You might want to consider starting at the beginning, so it makes more sense, but that's up to you. Enjoy!
* * * * *
Monday night
"I thought, if you wanted to, you could make me come too. With your fingers."
Those words went straight through me. My breathing was labored, my head was swimming with desire, and my cock was standing straight out, throbbing in time to my heartbeat. I was completely nude, and so was my stepdaughter Becca, lying on the couch in front of me with her legs spread.
For the last few weeks, we had been on a marvelous journey. It all started because I had noticed my daughter's and her best friend's bare feet out by the pool. As I stared at both girls' 18-year-old bodies, soaking in the sight of everything from their cute little toes to their tight, nubile asses, something changed within me. At that point I began to see Becca, not as my daughter, whom I had raised by myself from the age of six, but as a woman?one I wasn't technically related to.
Fully aware of my various fetishes, I gave her a foot massage one night. During that session I told her that her mom and I had dabbled in naturism when she was a child. I had hoped it would spark something inside of her, and it worked. Within days, Becca was walking around the house topless, and soon after that, all the clothes came off.
Along the way, the foot massages continued. I slowly indulged my fetish, getting her accustomed to the idea of me enjoying the smell and taste of her feet. Every time I experienced a part of Becca's body, whether orally or olfactorily, it took me to a place that I had never been. For her, these were just my little quirks. For me, they were fodder for my masturbatory fantasies.
Eventually, I convinced her that not only was nudity acceptable around the house, but sexual self-pleasure was as well. And with my blessing, Becca had shattered that taboo, taking full advantage of it. I had now seen her masturbate numerous times, and it was like I was living in a dream. She had seen me masturbate too, even jacking me off once, and each of us had sampled the other's cum.
Tonight, when she had come home from work, she had seemed different?more confident, for some reason. For the first time in our evolving relationship she took the lead, encouraging me to take her clothes off, and working me up slowly?first by having me smell and lick her armpits, then letting me indulge on her feet and toes, and finally watching as I filthily cleaned the gusset of her messy panties with my tongue. I had fully intended to go down on her when she stopped me. It seemed she wasn't ready for that yet, but at the rate we were going I could imagine it was only days away. What she wanted was for me to get her off with my hand, as she had done for me the other night. Who was I to deny her that pleasure?
I smiled at the sweet, beautiful blond in front of me. Her flushed face wore an expression of wariness, combined with an innocent curiosity. Her full C-cup breasts settled ever so slightly against the sides of her chest, which heaved with nervous breaths. A tiny diamond stud sat above her navel on her flat stomach. And her legs, along with her puffy outer labia, were splayed open, allowing an unobstructed view into the pink inner sanctum of her sex. Her inner lips looked like the smallest butterfly wings, framing a tiny wet vaginal opening that looked both mysterious and inviting.
This was her night. She was driving this interaction and she had stated that she wanted me to masturbate her. So, that's exactly what I intended to do?slowly, lovingly, and passionately.
I leaned between Becca's thighs, pressing her legs farther apart. She gasped delicately as my hand moved up her thigh and touched her smoothly shaved pubis, feeling the bare skin above her pussy. She had the slightest bit of pubic stubble, presumably since she hadn't shaved down there since this morning. The robust aroma of her vagina, which had been closed up in her panties and work uniform for the last eight hours, marinading in her sweat and bodily fluids, filled my nostrils. It was like the nectar of the gods. Nothing smelled like the pussy of a clean, beautiful young woman. My cock izmir escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) was rock hard.
I ran my fingers down the sides of her outer labia. They showed the same tiny amount of stubble as her pubic bone above, but they were puffy and swollen in arousal. The soft flesh moved under my thumbs as I spread her apart. Next, I dipped the tip of my finger into the pool of slippery vaginal lubricant that was slowly leaking out of her vagina, threatening to spill over and run down her ass cheek. I stuck my finger in my mouth as she watched, tasting her essence directly from the source. It was the sweetest ambrosia I had ever tasted, and it took all my willpower not to go against her wishes and bury my tongue in her perfect vulva.
Placing my fingertip back into that warm, fragrant pool, I traced a path up and over her urethral opening, spreading lubricating fluid all the way to her clit. Pushing up the tiny hood, I exposed her hard little button. I touched it gently and she jerked, gasping audibly as her eyes fluttered. I worked my finger up and around, moving in circles around the perimeter of her clit, but not stimulating it directly. Becca moaned and her thighs trembled as a reservoir of whitish discharge spilled over the edge and down her ass cheek. I quickly collected it on a finger and slathered it on my tongue, tasting and swallowing the pungent secretion.
I positioned my hand so that my thumb continued to work around her clit as I placed the tip of my middle finger just inside her tight opening. I moved it around, coating it in her fluids, and slowly penetrated her until half of my finger was enshrouded in the warm, wet, tight sheath of my daughter's sex. My finger continued to descend into her depths until I bottomed out at my last knuckle. Becca moaned and her hips gyrated as she lay back into the couch cushions. I withdrew my finger almost completely, then slid it back in with ease, my thumb working under and around her clit. Becca moaned again.
Pulling my middle finger out, I dipped my index finger in her wetness, coating it and penetrating her deeply. When it was sufficiently lubricated, I used both together, stroking her deeply. Becca responded by groaning.
"Ohhh...I'm close..."
Seeing that this wasn't going to last nearly as long as I wanted it to, I concentrated on her clit, my thumb now rubbing directly over the swollen nub. Within seconds, Becca cried out, shaking, and trembling as her pussy released a small gush of warm fluid around my fingers. I continued to massage her tiny button until she bucked wildly, unable to withstand any more clitoral stimulation. Then I slowly massaged the inside of her vagina with my fingers as the orgasm evaporated.
"Oh, god..." she moaned. Leaning up on her elbows she stared at me through sleepy lids and said, "That was amazing. Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet," I replied lustily.
I placed my hand on her chest between her breasts and pushed her back down to the couch as I curled my fingers upward and began stroking her G-spot quickly and firmly. Becca's eyes grew wide, and she groaned deeply as she pressed her hand against her abdomen. I kept up the pressure, stroking the roof of her vagina with almost violent intensity. Becca's low moan became a keening wail and just as I could tell she was about to come I yanked my fingers out of her pussy. A pressurized spray of clear liquid suddenly erupted from between her legs, but I was ready for it. I quickly positioned myself to take it in my mouth. I collected as much as I could before it died out, swishing the warm, salinized liquid around in my mouth before swallowing it in a single gulp. It tasted pure?not as salty or potent as the blend of lubrication and discharge that normally issued from her sex during arousal?and it was like I had tapped into a hidden reserve of fresh feminine nectar.
Becca's eyes were rolled back into her head and she was now practically in seizures, curled up into the fetal position. I licked my fingers clean, consuming the delicious vaginal secretions that were coating them, as I watched her shake and moan. She was pressed up against the back of the couch, and from this position I could see her smooth cleft peeking out from between her thighs, and her tiny rosebud nestled between her ass cheeks. I rubbed her back, her thigh, and her ass, trying to calm her tremors with my warm hands. After a minute or so, Becca's body began to relax. She rolled onto her back and looked at me through fluttering eyelids.
"Oh...my...god..." Becca exclaimed. "What did you do to me?"
I smiled, continuing to massage her thighs and hips. I didn't know that she still needed the physical stimulation on her skin, but I was enjoying it and she hadn't given me any indication that I should stop.
"I gave you a G-spot orgasm. Now that you know what it feels like, and what to expect, it should be more manageable next time."
"Next time!" she shouted, pretending izmir escort bayan (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) she was angry. She was trying to fight the smile that came to her face unbidden. "Holy crap, dad! It felt like you broke something! Am I bleeding?"
My cock bobbed up and down as I laughed. "No, you aren't bleeding," I replied. I was still as hard as a rock from fingering my stepdaughter and I was going to need relief soon. An idea popped into my head. I told her to wait there, and I ran upstairs to grab a bottle of baby oil. I came back down and took my seat on the couch.
"What's that for?" she asked.
"Well," I started, then simply looked at my dick. Becca smiled shyly as she realized that I needed to come.
"Are you going to masturbate?" she asked.
"I am, with your help. If you're game."
Becca blushed, then held her cupped hands out to me, ready to receive the baby oil.
I shook my head. "Lie back down."
Becca complied and I set her feet on my thigh. I squirted some oil into my hand and began to massage it into the soft skin of her feet. After a couple more squirts, they were covered in a copious amount of oil. My cock was slightly less engorged than it had been while my fingers were buried in Becca's pussy, but as soon as I placed it between her slippery toes, it surged with renewed blood flow.
Becca's feet were the prettiest I had ever seen in real life. They were incredibly smooth to begin with, but with the oil on them, they felt almost as good around my penis as a warm vagina. Her face was red and her breathing heavy as she watched me use a part of her body as my fuck toy.
I stroked myself slowly, running my thickening member between her smooth arches, until I was back to full mast. The head of my dick was swollen and throbbing as I watched it slide between her beautiful feet. I had her move closer to me so she could bend her knees outward, which enabled me to use her entire soles around my cock. I moved my dick up into the area between her toes and the pads underneath, and held her feet tightly together around me, thrusting as I got myself off. I began to shake as I felt the orgasm approaching, that familiar tightening in my balls signaling the impending explosion. I glanced into my daughter's eyes and time slowed down.
Orgasms had always been equal parts physical and mental for me. Depending on what was in my head at the time, my thoughts could make or break an orgasm. If my fantasy suddenly turned weird or my addled brain shifted to something else at the last moment, my orgasm could simply die. Alternately, if I thought about something really sexy and exciting, I could give myself an incredibly potent finish. And in front of me were all the tools I needed for a mind-blowing orgasm.
As I slowed my thrusts between Becca's toes to almost a crawl, I took in the view before me?my absolutely stunning 18-year-old stepdaughter, completely nude with her knees spread and her hairless pussy unselfconsciously displayed, my cock tightly sandwiched between her pristinely sexy feet, and an expression on her face that lay somewhere between curious innocence and eager sexuality. The image burned itself into the animal part of my brain and that was all it took.
I felt every muscle in my body tighten up, my face included, as my orgasm reached its climax and my balls released with thundering contractions. The first shot of cum flew past Becca's ear and onto the couch as she flinched. I closed my eyes and groaned as I continued fucking her oily feet. I heard Becca exclaim through the euphoric haze, but I wasn't sure what she had said. After half a minute of unbridled bliss, I opened my eyes to see Becca's face, hair, neck, breasts and stomach spattered with my cum. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was hanging open as she stared disbelievingly at the orgasmic carnage that I had unleashed all over her body.
It was actually pretty hilarious, and I couldn't help but laugh. It didn't take long for her to join in, the perfect globes of her breasts bouncing and jiggling. I slowly continued to stroke myself between her feet as her toes curled around my girth. She swiped a finger along her breast, scooping up a thick rope of cum and popping it into her mouth. I watched as she sucked it off her finger and swished it around in her mouth before swallowing. Her tongue snaked out and licked her lips as she smiled, then bit her lip shyly. Holy fuck. She was so incredibly beautiful and suddenly my heart swelled with love for her.
"Come kiss me," I whispered, releasing her feet as my semi-flaccid member slapped against my abdomen.
Becca hesitated, the smile evaporating off her face. "I'm kind of a mess," she said.
"I don't care," I said, looking at her with love in my eyes. "Kiss me."
I'm sure the wariness I saw on Becca's face was because she knew the kiss that I was wanting wasn't one we had ever shared. She could tell that this kiss was going to be intimate escort izmir (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) in a way that was beyond anything we had done, even counting the foot job she had just given me.
Becca's eyes blinked as she swallowed nervously. She went to her knees and crawled toward me, the cum running down her body in rivulets. Then she climbed up over my legs and lay on top of me with her wet breasts and stomach pressed against my chest. We were inches apart as we studied each other, breathing into each other's face. I placed my hands around the sides of her head and drew her in, tilting to the right as our lips met.
We kissed deeply and passionately, our arms finding their way around the other's back. I probed playfully into her mouth and was greeted halfway by her warm, wet tongue. As my hands moved down the smooth bare skin of her back and cupped her succulent ass cheeks, she moaned in my mouth. Our pelvises ground into each other, her smooth pubis resting warmly against my junk. My cock responded immediately as we explored each other's mouth, rising and nestling snugly against her warm, wet sex.
Becca must have felt it because it broke the spell. Her lips withdrew from mine and she pulled back, her eyes wide and her breath heavy in my face. I cupped her cheek in my hand as I whispered, "It's OK. Whatever you are feeling is perfectly OK. I will always love you no matter what."
She sat back on her heels and studied me for a moment, trying to reconcile this new development in our relationship. Then she looked at the wet mess of cum and sweat on both of our bodies. She stood up and said, "I'm going to get a shower." With a shy smile she added, "You can join me if you behave yourself."
I looked at my semi-erect cock and said, "Now, see what you've gotten us into? Bad boy!"
Becca laughed and ran upstairs, and I quickly trailed behind. By the time I arrived on the second floor and stepped into the bathroom, she was already running the hot water. We stepped in together and washed each other's bodies, our hands soaping and exploring. We kissed one more time, but only for a minute or so before Becca broke the kiss and shut off the water. After we dried off, we each retired to our own rooms. I wasn't sure what my stepdaughter thought about before she fell asleep, but I could think of nothing but her. And it wasn't just sexual either. It was more. Much, much more.
* * * * *
Becca's heart was beating a mile a minute and she couldn't keep the smile off her face. She lay on her bed and ran her hands over her freshly washed skin, the smell of body wash infusing the room with a floral scent. Her skin felt electric. It still vibrated from the orgasms her dad?her stepdad?had given her tonight. She thought about masturbating again, but she was satisfied, and she wanted to fall asleep with the memory of his touch.
She had been so nervous about her plan to be the aggressor tonight, initiating their interactions. She had spent her whole shift at work thinking and worrying about it, but now she was glad she had done it. The payoff had been worth it. She felt so incredibly close to him right now. He was so gentle and loving. And that kiss! She hadn't expected or been ready for that at all. But it was beautiful.
Holy shit, she thought to herself with no small amount of trepidation. I'm falling in love with my dad. And she was pretty sure he felt the same.
* * * * *
Tuesday
Becca stood naked in the kitchen making breakfast as she recalled the previous evening's escapades. Her dad was upstairs working, but she figured she would treat him this morning. Something had changed inside her, and she suddenly felt this need to take an equal part of the housework and chores upon herself. She was grown, and he shouldn't feel the need to take care of her every need anymore. As a matter of fact, she needed to step up and show some initiative around the house. This was her house too, and the dynamic of their relationship was changing. If things kept heading in the direction they were, Becca would quickly need to shed the daughter persona for that of a...partner.
The thought made goosebumps rise all over her skin and set her heart aflutter. She shook her head to clear away the daydream and get her mind back on the task at hand. After a few more minutes, breakfast was done, and she loaded the plates onto a tray and took everything upstairs. She walked down the hallway to her dad's office and peeked around the corner. He didn't sound like he was on a call.
"Knock, knock," she said.
* * * * *
I turned around in my swivel chair and saw Becca peeking around the corner. "Come in! Good morning. I didn't know you were up." I was shocked when she walked in. Not because she was naked?I had come to expect that?but because she had a tray of food. Becca wasn't normally one to cook, even though I knew she knew how.
"I made you breakfast," she said with a smile. She set the tray on the side table and gave me a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, another plate with two pancakes, and a glass of orange juice. When she had delivered my food, she sat in my lap and gave me a hug. Then she leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. "Good morning," she whispered.
If you like this story and want to follow my characters' adventures within their connected universe, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated.
All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.
This part of The Blossoming of Becca picks up directly from the previous part. You might want to consider starting at the beginning, so it makes more sense, but that's up to you. Enjoy!
* * * * *
Monday night
"I thought, if you wanted to, you could make me come too. With your fingers."
Those words went straight through me. My breathing was labored, my head was swimming with desire, and my cock was standing straight out, throbbing in time to my heartbeat. I was completely nude, and so was my stepdaughter Becca, lying on the couch in front of me with her legs spread.
For the last few weeks, we had been on a marvelous journey. It all started because I had noticed my daughter's and her best friend's bare feet out by the pool. As I stared at both girls' 18-year-old bodies, soaking in the sight of everything from their cute little toes to their tight, nubile asses, something changed within me. At that point I began to see Becca, not as my daughter, whom I had raised by myself from the age of six, but as a woman?one I wasn't technically related to.
Fully aware of my various fetishes, I gave her a foot massage one night. During that session I told her that her mom and I had dabbled in naturism when she was a child. I had hoped it would spark something inside of her, and it worked. Within days, Becca was walking around the house topless, and soon after that, all the clothes came off.
Along the way, the foot massages continued. I slowly indulged my fetish, getting her accustomed to the idea of me enjoying the smell and taste of her feet. Every time I experienced a part of Becca's body, whether orally or olfactorily, it took me to a place that I had never been. For her, these were just my little quirks. For me, they were fodder for my masturbatory fantasies.
Eventually, I convinced her that not only was nudity acceptable around the house, but sexual self-pleasure was as well. And with my blessing, Becca had shattered that taboo, taking full advantage of it. I had now seen her masturbate numerous times, and it was like I was living in a dream. She had seen me masturbate too, even jacking me off once, and each of us had sampled the other's cum.
Tonight, when she had come home from work, she had seemed different?more confident, for some reason. For the first time in our evolving relationship she took the lead, encouraging me to take her clothes off, and working me up slowly?first by having me smell and lick her armpits, then letting me indulge on her feet and toes, and finally watching as I filthily cleaned the gusset of her messy panties with my tongue. I had fully intended to go down on her when she stopped me. It seemed she wasn't ready for that yet, but at the rate we were going I could imagine it was only days away. What she wanted was for me to get her off with my hand, as she had done for me the other night. Who was I to deny her that pleasure?
I smiled at the sweet, beautiful blond in front of me. Her flushed face wore an expression of wariness, combined with an innocent curiosity. Her full C-cup breasts settled ever so slightly against the sides of her chest, which heaved with nervous breaths. A tiny diamond stud sat above her navel on her flat stomach. And her legs, along with her puffy outer labia, were splayed open, allowing an unobstructed view into the pink inner sanctum of her sex. Her inner lips looked like the smallest butterfly wings, framing a tiny wet vaginal opening that looked both mysterious and inviting.
This was her night. She was driving this interaction and she had stated that she wanted me to masturbate her. So, that's exactly what I intended to do?slowly, lovingly, and passionately.
I leaned between Becca's thighs, pressing her legs farther apart. She gasped delicately as my hand moved up her thigh and touched her smoothly shaved pubis, feeling the bare skin above her pussy. She had the slightest bit of pubic stubble, presumably since she hadn't shaved down there since this morning. The robust aroma of her vagina, which had been closed up in her panties and work uniform for the last eight hours, marinading in her sweat and bodily fluids, filled my nostrils. It was like the nectar of the gods. Nothing smelled like the pussy of a clean, beautiful young woman. My cock izmir escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) was rock hard.
I ran my fingers down the sides of her outer labia. They showed the same tiny amount of stubble as her pubic bone above, but they were puffy and swollen in arousal. The soft flesh moved under my thumbs as I spread her apart. Next, I dipped the tip of my finger into the pool of slippery vaginal lubricant that was slowly leaking out of her vagina, threatening to spill over and run down her ass cheek. I stuck my finger in my mouth as she watched, tasting her essence directly from the source. It was the sweetest ambrosia I had ever tasted, and it took all my willpower not to go against her wishes and bury my tongue in her perfect vulva.
Placing my fingertip back into that warm, fragrant pool, I traced a path up and over her urethral opening, spreading lubricating fluid all the way to her clit. Pushing up the tiny hood, I exposed her hard little button. I touched it gently and she jerked, gasping audibly as her eyes fluttered. I worked my finger up and around, moving in circles around the perimeter of her clit, but not stimulating it directly. Becca moaned and her thighs trembled as a reservoir of whitish discharge spilled over the edge and down her ass cheek. I quickly collected it on a finger and slathered it on my tongue, tasting and swallowing the pungent secretion.
I positioned my hand so that my thumb continued to work around her clit as I placed the tip of my middle finger just inside her tight opening. I moved it around, coating it in her fluids, and slowly penetrated her until half of my finger was enshrouded in the warm, wet, tight sheath of my daughter's sex. My finger continued to descend into her depths until I bottomed out at my last knuckle. Becca moaned and her hips gyrated as she lay back into the couch cushions. I withdrew my finger almost completely, then slid it back in with ease, my thumb working under and around her clit. Becca moaned again.
Pulling my middle finger out, I dipped my index finger in her wetness, coating it and penetrating her deeply. When it was sufficiently lubricated, I used both together, stroking her deeply. Becca responded by groaning.
"Ohhh...I'm close..."
Seeing that this wasn't going to last nearly as long as I wanted it to, I concentrated on her clit, my thumb now rubbing directly over the swollen nub. Within seconds, Becca cried out, shaking, and trembling as her pussy released a small gush of warm fluid around my fingers. I continued to massage her tiny button until she bucked wildly, unable to withstand any more clitoral stimulation. Then I slowly massaged the inside of her vagina with my fingers as the orgasm evaporated.
"Oh, god..." she moaned. Leaning up on her elbows she stared at me through sleepy lids and said, "That was amazing. Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet," I replied lustily.
I placed my hand on her chest between her breasts and pushed her back down to the couch as I curled my fingers upward and began stroking her G-spot quickly and firmly. Becca's eyes grew wide, and she groaned deeply as she pressed her hand against her abdomen. I kept up the pressure, stroking the roof of her vagina with almost violent intensity. Becca's low moan became a keening wail and just as I could tell she was about to come I yanked my fingers out of her pussy. A pressurized spray of clear liquid suddenly erupted from between her legs, but I was ready for it. I quickly positioned myself to take it in my mouth. I collected as much as I could before it died out, swishing the warm, salinized liquid around in my mouth before swallowing it in a single gulp. It tasted pure?not as salty or potent as the blend of lubrication and discharge that normally issued from her sex during arousal?and it was like I had tapped into a hidden reserve of fresh feminine nectar.
Becca's eyes were rolled back into her head and she was now practically in seizures, curled up into the fetal position. I licked my fingers clean, consuming the delicious vaginal secretions that were coating them, as I watched her shake and moan. She was pressed up against the back of the couch, and from this position I could see her smooth cleft peeking out from between her thighs, and her tiny rosebud nestled between her ass cheeks. I rubbed her back, her thigh, and her ass, trying to calm her tremors with my warm hands. After a minute or so, Becca's body began to relax. She rolled onto her back and looked at me through fluttering eyelids.
"Oh...my...god..." Becca exclaimed. "What did you do to me?"
I smiled, continuing to massage her thighs and hips. I didn't know that she still needed the physical stimulation on her skin, but I was enjoying it and she hadn't given me any indication that I should stop.
"I gave you a G-spot orgasm. Now that you know what it feels like, and what to expect, it should be more manageable next time."
"Next time!" she shouted, pretending izmir escort bayan (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) she was angry. She was trying to fight the smile that came to her face unbidden. "Holy crap, dad! It felt like you broke something! Am I bleeding?"
My cock bobbed up and down as I laughed. "No, you aren't bleeding," I replied. I was still as hard as a rock from fingering my stepdaughter and I was going to need relief soon. An idea popped into my head. I told her to wait there, and I ran upstairs to grab a bottle of baby oil. I came back down and took my seat on the couch.
"What's that for?" she asked.
"Well," I started, then simply looked at my dick. Becca smiled shyly as she realized that I needed to come.
"Are you going to masturbate?" she asked.
"I am, with your help. If you're game."
Becca blushed, then held her cupped hands out to me, ready to receive the baby oil.
I shook my head. "Lie back down."
Becca complied and I set her feet on my thigh. I squirted some oil into my hand and began to massage it into the soft skin of her feet. After a couple more squirts, they were covered in a copious amount of oil. My cock was slightly less engorged than it had been while my fingers were buried in Becca's pussy, but as soon as I placed it between her slippery toes, it surged with renewed blood flow.
Becca's feet were the prettiest I had ever seen in real life. They were incredibly smooth to begin with, but with the oil on them, they felt almost as good around my penis as a warm vagina. Her face was red and her breathing heavy as she watched me use a part of her body as my fuck toy.
I stroked myself slowly, running my thickening member between her smooth arches, until I was back to full mast. The head of my dick was swollen and throbbing as I watched it slide between her beautiful feet. I had her move closer to me so she could bend her knees outward, which enabled me to use her entire soles around my cock. I moved my dick up into the area between her toes and the pads underneath, and held her feet tightly together around me, thrusting as I got myself off. I began to shake as I felt the orgasm approaching, that familiar tightening in my balls signaling the impending explosion. I glanced into my daughter's eyes and time slowed down.
Orgasms had always been equal parts physical and mental for me. Depending on what was in my head at the time, my thoughts could make or break an orgasm. If my fantasy suddenly turned weird or my addled brain shifted to something else at the last moment, my orgasm could simply die. Alternately, if I thought about something really sexy and exciting, I could give myself an incredibly potent finish. And in front of me were all the tools I needed for a mind-blowing orgasm.
As I slowed my thrusts between Becca's toes to almost a crawl, I took in the view before me?my absolutely stunning 18-year-old stepdaughter, completely nude with her knees spread and her hairless pussy unselfconsciously displayed, my cock tightly sandwiched between her pristinely sexy feet, and an expression on her face that lay somewhere between curious innocence and eager sexuality. The image burned itself into the animal part of my brain and that was all it took.
I felt every muscle in my body tighten up, my face included, as my orgasm reached its climax and my balls released with thundering contractions. The first shot of cum flew past Becca's ear and onto the couch as she flinched. I closed my eyes and groaned as I continued fucking her oily feet. I heard Becca exclaim through the euphoric haze, but I wasn't sure what she had said. After half a minute of unbridled bliss, I opened my eyes to see Becca's face, hair, neck, breasts and stomach spattered with my cum. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was hanging open as she stared disbelievingly at the orgasmic carnage that I had unleashed all over her body.
It was actually pretty hilarious, and I couldn't help but laugh. It didn't take long for her to join in, the perfect globes of her breasts bouncing and jiggling. I slowly continued to stroke myself between her feet as her toes curled around my girth. She swiped a finger along her breast, scooping up a thick rope of cum and popping it into her mouth. I watched as she sucked it off her finger and swished it around in her mouth before swallowing. Her tongue snaked out and licked her lips as she smiled, then bit her lip shyly. Holy fuck. She was so incredibly beautiful and suddenly my heart swelled with love for her.
"Come kiss me," I whispered, releasing her feet as my semi-flaccid member slapped against my abdomen.
Becca hesitated, the smile evaporating off her face. "I'm kind of a mess," she said.
"I don't care," I said, looking at her with love in my eyes. "Kiss me."
I'm sure the wariness I saw on Becca's face was because she knew the kiss that I was wanting wasn't one we had ever shared. She could tell that this kiss was going to be intimate escort izmir (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) in a way that was beyond anything we had done, even counting the foot job she had just given me.
Becca's eyes blinked as she swallowed nervously. She went to her knees and crawled toward me, the cum running down her body in rivulets. Then she climbed up over my legs and lay on top of me with her wet breasts and stomach pressed against my chest. We were inches apart as we studied each other, breathing into each other's face. I placed my hands around the sides of her head and drew her in, tilting to the right as our lips met.
We kissed deeply and passionately, our arms finding their way around the other's back. I probed playfully into her mouth and was greeted halfway by her warm, wet tongue. As my hands moved down the smooth bare skin of her back and cupped her succulent ass cheeks, she moaned in my mouth. Our pelvises ground into each other, her smooth pubis resting warmly against my junk. My cock responded immediately as we explored each other's mouth, rising and nestling snugly against her warm, wet sex.
Becca must have felt it because it broke the spell. Her lips withdrew from mine and she pulled back, her eyes wide and her breath heavy in my face. I cupped her cheek in my hand as I whispered, "It's OK. Whatever you are feeling is perfectly OK. I will always love you no matter what."
She sat back on her heels and studied me for a moment, trying to reconcile this new development in our relationship. Then she looked at the wet mess of cum and sweat on both of our bodies. She stood up and said, "I'm going to get a shower." With a shy smile she added, "You can join me if you behave yourself."
I looked at my semi-erect cock and said, "Now, see what you've gotten us into? Bad boy!"
Becca laughed and ran upstairs, and I quickly trailed behind. By the time I arrived on the second floor and stepped into the bathroom, she was already running the hot water. We stepped in together and washed each other's bodies, our hands soaping and exploring. We kissed one more time, but only for a minute or so before Becca broke the kiss and shut off the water. After we dried off, we each retired to our own rooms. I wasn't sure what my stepdaughter thought about before she fell asleep, but I could think of nothing but her. And it wasn't just sexual either. It was more. Much, much more.
* * * * *
Becca's heart was beating a mile a minute and she couldn't keep the smile off her face. She lay on her bed and ran her hands over her freshly washed skin, the smell of body wash infusing the room with a floral scent. Her skin felt electric. It still vibrated from the orgasms her dad?her stepdad?had given her tonight. She thought about masturbating again, but she was satisfied, and she wanted to fall asleep with the memory of his touch.
She had been so nervous about her plan to be the aggressor tonight, initiating their interactions. She had spent her whole shift at work thinking and worrying about it, but now she was glad she had done it. The payoff had been worth it. She felt so incredibly close to him right now. He was so gentle and loving. And that kiss! She hadn't expected or been ready for that at all. But it was beautiful.
Holy shit, she thought to herself with no small amount of trepidation. I'm falling in love with my dad. And she was pretty sure he felt the same.
* * * * *
Tuesday
Becca stood naked in the kitchen making breakfast as she recalled the previous evening's escapades. Her dad was upstairs working, but she figured she would treat him this morning. Something had changed inside her, and she suddenly felt this need to take an equal part of the housework and chores upon herself. She was grown, and he shouldn't feel the need to take care of her every need anymore. As a matter of fact, she needed to step up and show some initiative around the house. This was her house too, and the dynamic of their relationship was changing. If things kept heading in the direction they were, Becca would quickly need to shed the daughter persona for that of a...partner.
The thought made goosebumps rise all over her skin and set her heart aflutter. She shook her head to clear away the daydream and get her mind back on the task at hand. After a few more minutes, breakfast was done, and she loaded the plates onto a tray and took everything upstairs. She walked down the hallway to her dad's office and peeked around the corner. He didn't sound like he was on a call.
"Knock, knock," she said.
* * * * *
I turned around in my swivel chair and saw Becca peeking around the corner. "Come in! Good morning. I didn't know you were up." I was shocked when she walked in. Not because she was naked?I had come to expect that?but because she had a tray of food. Becca wasn't normally one to cook, even though I knew she knew how.
"I made you breakfast," she said with a smile. She set the tray on the side table and gave me a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, another plate with two pancakes, and a glass of orange juice. When she had delivered my food, she sat in my lap and gave me a hug. Then she leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. "Good morning," she whispered.