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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.
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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!
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My heart started pounding in my chest as Becca peeled her shirt off.
My stepdaughter had gotten home from work and immediately went upstairs to change into her night clothes. When she came back down to the living room, she was wearing a long nightshirt that went almost to her knees. After she sat down next to me on the couch, I had asked her if she wanted a foot massage, as had become our nightly ritual over the past few days.
Reminding me of a conversation we had had earlier in the day, she asked me if I was serious about being OK with nudity around the house and I confirmed that I was. Over the last couple of days, Becca had experimented with being topless at home, thanks in no small part to my mentioning that her mom and I had been trying out the naturist lifestyle before she died. I guess I had planted a seed in Becca’s mind, because I could see her warming up to the idea of naturism a little more every day.
Even though I had been introducing her to new ideas and had, in some ways, led her to this point, I still hadn’t been prepared for this. A few seconds ago, she had walked over to the other section of the L-shaped sofa and, with her back to me, began taking off her shirt. When she lifted it over her ass, I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
I hadn’t seen my stepdaughter completely naked in years, since she was a little girl. She had turned eighteen a little while back, and it was only a couple weeks ago that I began seeing her in a different light. There was no doubt in my mind that she was no longer a little girl.
As Becca pulled the shirt over her head, she tossed it onto the couch and smoothed her dark blond hair. She shifted her weight to the other hip, taking her time before turning around, and the movement made her bare ass jiggle. I had seen her in bikini bottoms and panties plenty of times, but this was the first time I was viewing it completely uncovered without even the string of a thong between her cheeks.
Her butt wasn’t overly large, nor was it skinny and flat. It was what I would consider a perfect little peach. It stuck out nicely, and the cheeks were full and round, with just the tiniest amount of dimpling when she flexed her glutes. Her thighs were just thick enough to perfectly compliment her ass, and I could see the light through a small thigh gap in the space between.
I grabbed the throw pillow that usually sat between my hip and the arm of the couch and laid it across my lap. Over the last few days, it had become my saving grace. As quickly as Becca was trying new things, it wouldn’t be prudent for her to know that seeing her body caused me to have an erection.
“Are you sure this is OK, dad?” she asked. She was still facing away from me and I could hear the anxiety in her voice.
“I am more than sure,” I told her. “This is just as much your house as it is mine, and you should feel free to do with your own body what feels right to you. If you want to be naked, be naked. If you don’t, that’s fine too.” I always made sure to give her an out. I didn’t want her to feel pressure from me in any way. It would be better in the long run if she came to this decision on her own.
Becca began to turn and then stopped, facing away from me again. False start.
“You are beautiful, sweetheart. I am not going to judge you in any way. Whatever you decide is totally fine.”
She inhaled deeply, then in a single motion, pivoted on the balls of her feet and turned to face me. I met her gaze and saw that she was on the verge of tears.
“Don’t cry, baby,” I said comfortingly. I stood up immediately and pulled her into my arms. I hadn’t even looked at her nude body yet, and she knew that. She wrapped her arms around me, and I rubbed the warm flesh of her bare back. “I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world, Becca. Don’t be stressed.”
She sniffled on my shoulder, and I stroked her hair. “You are so brave for the steps you have already taken. We are here at home. It’s private. There is no one here but us. There is absolutely nothing to be upset bursa escort or worried about.”
She nodded and wiped her face, then stepped back out of our embrace. I finished drying her tears with my hands and kissed her on the cheek. She seemed to regain some semblance of control and tried her best to smile at me.
“Is it OK if I look at you now?” I asked. A shiver went through Becca’s body as she paused, then she nodded her head, holding her chin up high. I turned back toward the couch and took my seat, replacing the pillow on my lap. My gaze locked on her eyes one last time. Becca blinked and nodded again, granting me permission to look at her body.
My eyes traveled down to her chest, which I had seen uncovered for a couple days now, but it never ceased to take my breath away. She had utterly perfect C-cup breasts with tiny rose-pink areolae and pencil eraser nipples that stood at attention whenever she was being looked at. I could have stared at her tits for hours. But tonight, there was more to see.
Moving down past her flat stomach with the pierced navel, my eyes settled on her pubic mound. It was shaved completely smooth, with no noticeable hair anywhere. Her bare outer labia were puffy, and they almost completely obscured her inner labia, which barely peeked out of her cleft. Again, the thigh gap was visible below her vulva.
I realized I had been holding my breath and I inhaled deeply, but quietly, trying to hide the fact that I was incredibly turned on. As I looked back up into Becca’s eyes, she sucked in a deep breath as well, and it made me laugh. Becca stood in shock for a moment before a big smile formed on her lips and she began to join me in my laughter. It was a huge mood changer.
Becca’s shoulders relaxed and her diaphragm moved up and down with her laughter, causing her full breasts to jiggle, which made me laugh even harder. That, in turn, sent Becca into hysterics. After about a minute of nonsensical laughter, with tears rolling down both of our faces, I patted the couch next to me. She immediately approached and sat down, resting her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and squeezed her tightly.
“I love you so much,” I said as I continued to hug her. “I’m so proud of you. How are you feeling?”
Becca wiped the tears off her face for the second time in just a few minutes. “Better now,” she said. “I was so nervous.”
“Well, as you can see, there’s nothing to be nervous about. You are sitting here next to me completely naked. I have seen every part of you. And we are laughing and having a good time, just like always. Do you feel good about being naked?”
Becca sniffled and nodded her head. “Yeah. It’s OK. I worried about it throughout my whole shift at work. But now that I’ve done it, it’s like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.”
“That’s my girl,” I said. “Would you mind standing up and letting me take one more look?”
Becca hesitated for just a second, then stood and turned to face me, her body mere inches from the couch. From this distance I could see just the faintest five o’clock shadow on her pubic mound. This morning in the shower was probably the last time she had shaved, but since she was a natural blond, it was barely noticeable. And the barely visible edges of her inner labia were deeply pink. I glanced up into her eyes again and shook my head. “When did you grow into such a beautiful young woman?” I asked.
Becca blushed and bit her lower lip before sitting back down. It was that time, once again, to see if she wanted a foot rub. My cock ticked under the throw pillow.
“Would you like a foot massage?” I asked, hoping I sounded just as normal as I had every night before.
This time, Becca immediately nodded her head and smiled. She began to scoot over on the couch and lie down when it dawned on her that I was going to be able to see right up between her legs at her bare pussy. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen halfway between sitting and lying down. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a throw pillow from the other end and covered her pubic area as she moved into a prone position. I smiled as I took a foot in my hand, rubbing the soft skin on the pads under her toes.
“One step at a time, huh?” I stated with a grin.
Becca nodded nervously.
As I massaged both of her feet, Becca melted into the couch cushions. She cooed and sighed, letting out little moans of pleasure here and there. As I worked on her shins and calves, I kept trying to sneak peeks under the throw pillow in her lap, but I couldn’t really see anything because the area was in shadow.
I lifted one of her feet to my nose and sniffed between her toes without asking. She jerked her head up and looked at me as I smiled and continued the massage. I sniffed the other while she watched, and a grin formed on her face as she rolled her eyes at me. Her feet were still slightly sweaty from her shoes and socks and they were extremely fragrant. görükle escort Immediately, my cock responded under my own throw pillow.
“Becca,” I said, wanting her undivided attention. She glanced up at me dreamily as I worked my thumb into her arch. “People who enjoy the feel and the smell of feet, also usually enjoy the taste. And people who get pleasure from having their feet touched and sniffed similarly find it pleasurable when someone uses their mouth on their feet as well.”
Becca’s eyes grew wide, and she tugged her feet out of my grip and off my lap, curling up in a protective position at the other end of the couch.
“Don’t worry,” I assured her. “It doesn’t have to be a sexual thing. For me, it’s as much a sensory thing as anything else. I love the feel, smell, and taste of feet. I can’t help it. It’s just something that brings me pleasure. And there are many other people like me out there, as well as those who enjoy receiving the attention of people like me.”
Becca listened, but made no move to put her feet back on my lap.
“I just brought it up as another way to explore something new. Just like when I mentioned that you could walk around the house without clothing, and now you are totally nude. Being nude isn’t necessarily sexual, and neither is a foot fetish. Sure, it can be. But if you simply want to experiment with something you haven’t tried before, then it can be just that.” I smiled again. “Do you want to give it a try?”
Becca seemed stuck—like she didn’t dare move a muscle for fear of what she might agree to.
“Why don’t I rub your feet a little longer while you think about it?”
I lay my hand on the couch, palm up, in a beckoning gesture. Becca stared at my hand for a moment, bit her lip, then slowly relaxed her legs, placing her heels in my hand. She made sure to keep the throw pillow in place over her private parts. Then I placed her feet back in my lap and rubbed them until Becca was once again relaxed.
“Do you think I could smell them again?” I asked.
Becca tensed a little but nodded and watched as I sniffed between her toes for the second time. I drew in deep breaths and reveled in the musty smell of her sweaty feet, which was making my mouth water. After a moment, Becca got to the point where she actually seemed at peace with my activity. I even caught a smile forming at the corners of her mouth as she watched me.
“What do you think?” I asked as I sniffed between each one of her toes. “Do you want to try a new experience? Would you like to see what it is like to have your toes sucked on?”
Becca’s partial smile disappeared, and I could see her chest rise as she took a nervous breath. She half-shrugged and said, “I guess. It seems weird to me, but if it’s not weird to you, then I guess it would be OK.”
I smiled and winked as I picked up her left foot and began peppering her toes with light kisses. Sticking my tongue out, I licked the bottom of her big toe, causing her to flinch. It was salty and the taste, combined with the aroma, set my head spinning. Becca gasped when I licked each of her toes in sequence. Then I opened wide and stuck her big toe in my mouth, sucking on it and experiencing the full flavor on my tongue.
Becca was a picture of innocent beauty. Lying there, her long blond hair falling over, but not obscuring, her magnificent breasts, with a look on her face that was somewhere between fear of the unknown and insatiable curiosity. Becca wasn’t chubby, but neither was she rail-thin. Her figure was perfect, in my opinion. There wasn’t any fat on her stomach and her thighs were just thick enough to drive me crazy. And her tits—holy fuck! Her mother had had amazing breasts. But Becca’s far surpassed anything I had ever seen. Every time I had seen her topless so far, it made my insides turn to liquid fire and my cock instantly responded. And now she had finally taken that next step into full nudity. Thank goodness for throw pillows.
I sucked each of her toes in turn, then licked the pads beneath. Exploring further, I ran my tongue down her arch, which made her giggle, and began to lick and suck on her heel, enjoying the fresh burst of salty flavor. Beneath the pillow, my dick was well on its way to becoming fully erect. I was in heaven. I had thought about doing this since that day in the pool a couple weeks ago when I lusted over her and Sydney’s feet, and I was not disappointed in any way.
Becca’s eyes fluttered and then she squeezed them shut. Her thighs pressed tightly together, and the throw pillow almost wobbled off her lap. Her hands kept trying to move between her legs, but each time she would pull them back. As I sucked each toe in succession, then began to lick the entire bottom of her foot, Becca moaned. I felt a shiver run through her body as goosebumps popped up all over her flesh. By the time I had cleaned her foot with my tongue, Becca was legitimately trembling. I couldn’t believe the escort bayan effect it was having on her, but if she wasn’t calling and end to it, I was going to finish.
As I started on the other foot, sucking once again on her toes, Becca was visibly struggling, her face screwed up into a grimace and her entire body shaking. Her nails were dug into the throw pillow on her lap. When I began to take long licks down her foot, all of her toes curled tightly. Her eyes shot open wide, and she let out a loud staccato moan, bucking and crying out as she pressed the pillow tightly to her pubic area.
My jaw dropped and I froze as I realized what had happened. Simply by sucking on her toes, I had just given my stepdaughter an orgasm.
The orgasm lasted only seconds and when she came to her senses, the magnitude of what had happened dropped on top of her like a bomb. Becca jumped off the couch and ran straight up the stairs. I heard her bedroom door slam shut at the same time I noticed a wet spot on the couch cushion.
I put my hands over my face, realizing I may have taken things too far too quickly. I sat there trying to figure out how to spin this and do a little damage control. I peeked out between my fingers and saw the wet spot again. I felt like a douche, but I knew I was going to lick that spot.
* * * * *
Becca felt like she was going to throw up. She had just had an orgasm in front of her dad. Lying on her bed, she bawled into her pillow, shame and embarrassment crushing her entire being.
Why had she let him suck on her toes? It was so filthy—literally and figuratively. And after she had agreed to it, why didn’t she put a stop to it?
She knew why. It had felt amazing. She didn’t want to admit to herself how good it had felt. It had taken a lot of concentration to push off the orgasm as long as she had. She should have stopped it before she lost control.
It had been a couple days since she had masturbated, and the foot massage itself had already been making her feel warm inside—it made her horny, if she was honest. Then when he began licking her feet, she could tell it was going straight to her sex. She had thought she could control it, but it was too arousing, and she wasn’t strong enough. Plus, she thought it would be embarrassing to make him stop without explaining why. But letting him do it until she came right next to him on the couch turned out to be far more embarrassing.
How was she ever going to leave her room again? She couldn’t even imagine looking him in the eyes right now. Becca cried even harder.
* * * * *
I knew Becca had to be mortified. That would have been embarrassing for me at that age, for sure. I knew she wouldn’t talk to me right now, though. I walked upstairs and went into my office. Grabbing a blank sheet of paper out of the printer, I wrote her a note.
Please talk to me.
I know you are embarrassed,
but you really don’t have to be.
As soon as you are ready to
talk, I’m here for you. I love you
more than anything. -Dad
I walked down the hallway to Becca’s door. I could hear her crying, and I felt awful about it. Bending down, I slipped the sheet of paper underneath her door, then went back to my office. I had been done with work for the night, but I thought it might be a little easier for her to approach me in my office, than in my bedroom.
I worked until midnight, but Becca never came in. On the way to my bedroom, I stopped and listened outside Becca’s door. It was silent and I figured she must have fallen asleep. I wasn’t even sure if she had seen my note yet. Feeling a little dejected, I went to bed and tried to think of the gentlest way to handle this situation.
* * * * *
The next morning, I took my shower and went directly to work. I heard the bathroom door shut and knew that Becca was getting ready for the day, but I didn’t approach her. She needed to come to me in her own time. After she was done in the bathroom, she returned to her room.
At lunchtime, Becca’s door was still closed so I went into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. A couple hours later, she was no longer home. I knew she had work today, so I wouldn’t see her until this evening. The fact that she hadn’t said good morning or goodbye to me, which was her usual habit, made me a little sad.
I got as much work done as possible and wrapped it up at about 8:30pm. I went down to my usual spot on the couch and caught up on a Star Wars spinoff show, which was better than most of the movies lately. At about ten minutes after nine, Becca walked in and kicked her shoes off by the door.
“Hey, sweetie,” I began, trying to break the ice. “How was work?”
“It was fine,” she said, not meeting my eyes. She walked past me and up the stairs.
I tried to get back into the show, but I had lost my mojo. About five minutes later I was pleasantly surprised to see Becca come downstairs. She had changed into a long nightshirt that covered everything to her mid-thighs. She took a seat directly next to me and leaned slightly into my side. I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a hug and she rested her head against my chest.
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