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A Foot Massage for Becca

By: Saltyboy69



My stepdaughter was sixteen when I started dating her mother. She was a petite little thing with gorgeous brown hair and the face of a model. Even though she was thin, with breasts that were a large A-cup (if she was lucky), she had a nice little bubble butt, which her long legs accented perfectly. She and I got along fairly well, and for the most part she treated me with respect.

Her mom was a looker as well and was in great shape for a woman in her early forties. We married about a year and a half into our relationship and things were going quite nicely. We knew what each other liked sexually, and I couldn't have been happier.

One of the things I liked to do for Joan, my wife, was to give her foot rubs. She had beautiful feet for her age and I took advantage of every opportunity to run my hands all over them.

Most evenings were spent watching television with Joan lying on the sofa, and her feet in my lap. Tonight was no exception and I sat there in a t-shirt and sweats absentmindedly massaging her feet while we watched an episode of Modern Family.

Becca, who had just recently graduated, walked in the door looking worn out and hung her purse and her Burger Barn hat on the hook by the door. I admired her for the fact that she wanted to work over the summer and save up some money for her freshman year of college, rather than vegetate at home for three months. Joan paused the program and smiled at her as Becca walked over to the other side of the sectional sofa.

She plopped down into the cushion with a groan, acting like no one in the history of mankind had ever been as tired as she was at that moment.

"Hey, sweetie," Joan said with just the right amount of faux compassion that it took to appease a teenaged girl. "How was your night?"

"Ugh. It sucked," she replied as her neck lost all muscle function and her head lolled onto the back of the sofa. "My feet hurt sooo bad."

"Aww, well, your stepdad gives the best foot rubs on the planet," she announced with enthusiasm. She immediately hopped up, encouraging Becca to take her place.

The shock must have been evident on my face for a brief second before I regained my composure. What was she doing? Why was she offering my services as a foot masseur to her eighteen-year-old daughter? Was she out of her mind? She knew I had a raging foot fetish! The only thing I could think was that my wife must have assumed I would react to her daughter in the same way that she would. But, this girl wasn't my biological daughter. She was practically grown when I met her. I may be married to her mom, but let's face it...a teenaged girl is a teenaged girl, and unless she was my own flesh and blood, there was no way I could touch her feet and not get turned on.

"Eww, no, mom. I just worked eight hours in these shoes. My feet are sweaty and they probably stink! I'm not going to let him touch my feet!"

"It's fine, Becca. He's your dad. He's not going to care. Trust me. It will be worth it. You will see."

"It's weird, mom! And my feet are gross..." She glanced over at me questioningly.

I cleared my throat and said, "It's no big deal. I don't get grossed out by feet like some people do. Come on over." I slapped my thigh, indicating where she should rest her feet.

What the fuck was I doing? My heart was beating faster, my mouth was dry, and I was starting to get aroused, although it wasn't obvious yet.

"Are you sure?" Becca asked me, waiting for me to realize how disgusted I must be.

"It's absolutely fine. Seriously. Come on over," I encouraged with a smile. I was trying my best to play it cool, though inside I was anything but.

She slipped off her work shoes and peeled the white booty socks off of her sweaty feet, then took her mom's place on my side of the sectional. She rested her head down on the pillows with a sigh, and placed her feet near my leg with her knees bent in the middle. I grabbed her ankles and gently pulled her legs straight, placing her heels on my lap. As I knew from catching glimpses here and there, her feet were absolutely gorgeous...and they were dangerously close to my thickening cock, which was starting to press against the front of my sweat pants. I was in the habit of not wearing underwear under my sweats when I was relaxing around the house. It had never been an issue until now.

I took her right ankle in my hand and crossed her leg over the other, so her foot was propped up higher, which was more comfortable for me to reach. I wrapped her foot in my hand and started to massage the bright pink heel. Her foot wasn't sweaty to the point of being wet; it was simply a little tacky...but it felt wonderful to me. I noticed a slight odor of feet that had been enclosed in shoes all day, but it wasn't remotely strong and it didn't repulse me in the slightest. I wrapped her foot in my strong hands and rubbed all around it, working my thumbs up the arch toward her toes. She moaned, rolling her eyes up into her head in exaggerated ecstasy, but I knew she really was enjoying it.

"Isn't that the best?" Joan asked her with a smile. She looked at me and winked, mouthing 'thank you'. I smiled back at her, letting her know that I knew she appreciated the gesture of closeness I was giving to her daughter.

"Unnggh...it feels sooo good. Thanks, Tim. I hope it's not gross." This girl obviously didn't enjoy her feet and couldn't fathom the idea that anyone could. Maybe it was due to her age. I was willing to bet that as she matured and experienced more out of life, she might come to appreciate the joys of a man worshipping her feet.

"Your feet are the farthest thing from gross, sweetie," I said and raised her foot up to my face in demonstration. I pressed my lips to the pads of her foot with my nose practically buried between her toes. I inhaled deeply as I quickly kissed her, absolutely savoring the scent of her pretty pink foot. I imagined it in slow motion, but in reality it was over in an eye blink. I was hoping I was coming off as playful rather than pervy.

"Ew!!" she shouted and yanked her foot out of my hands, pulling both of her knees up to her chest. "Don't do that! That's so nasty! Yuck!"

"Relax," I said with a laugh. "I was just trying to show you that I wasn't disgusted by your feet. They are actually very nice. They are smooth and pink. You should be proud of your feet."

"Ugh. I don't know how anyone could think that feet are 'nice'," she said as I pulled them back onto my lap. I continued the massage and felt her begin to relax. I worked on her foot for a couple minutes then switched to the other. I was really starting to have an issue in my sweats and needed a break, when I suddenly had an idea.

"Hey, why don't you get changed out of your work clothes, and I will continue this with some lotion." I grabbed the bottle of lotion that I kept on the end table and showed it to her. Her eyes lit up and she jumped off the sofa and hobbled upstairs on sore feet to get changed.

"She really appreciates this, you know," Joan said with a loving smile.

"It's ok," I replied with a smile of my own. 'I appreciate the opportunity to perv on your daughter's feet,' was my unspoken thought. She hit PLAY on the remote and we watched another five minutes of our show while Becca was getting changed.

I picked up my phone, pretending to look at Facebook. I turned the volume off and then opened up the camera. I started recording a video and propped the phone against a pillow so it would have a clear view of Becca's feet, then returned my attention to the television.

Her footsteps sounded down the stairs and Joan turned down the volume a bit, but left the show playing.

She entered the living room and returned to her place on the sofa, quickly plopping her feet back into my lap. She was now dressed in a white tank top with spaghetti straps and yellow cotton pajama shorts. The tank top was stretchy and hugged her figure. I didn't see any bra straps next to the spaghetti straps, so she was either wearing a strapless bra or none at all. The shorts were thin and gaped around her legs. When she had lain back on the couch, she tucked the shorts tightly around her legs so she wouldn't expose anything to me. Damn.

I rubbed her feet again for a couple more minutes, enjoying the natural scent and feel of them. I imagined lifting her foot to my face and inhaling deeply as I had before...tasting the slightly salty sole from heel to toe in a single, long lick...pushing my tongue between each slender, pink toe...

"Are you going to use the lotion?" she asked abruptly. 

I almost jumped out of my skin, having been lost in the fantasy. "Yeah. Of course!" I said too loudly, and then cleared my throat as I tried to recover. My dick was almost standing straight up in my sweats, so I pulled a small pillow onto my lap to cover it up. I propped her feet up on the pillow, making it seem like I was only using it to get a better angle.

Grabbing the lotion off the end table, I squeezed a half-dollar-sized drop into my hand and then set the bottle back down. I rubbed my hands together to warm up the lotion and grabbed her right foot, crossing her leg over the other as I had done before. The lotion immediately coated her foot and I rubbed it over the top and the sole simultaneously. I made sure to get her ankle and her toes as well. Then I stuck my finger between her big toe and the second one, coating the sensitive area. She jumped and giggled, almost pulling her foot out of my grasp. It wasn't easy, but I managed to hold onto it while I repeated the maneuver between the rest of her toes. She was laughing and screeching and thrashing around like an alligator in a death roll. Joan and I were both chuckling. 

Finally I stopped torturing the poor girl, and started massaging her sole with the heel of my hand using hard, deep strokes. Becca began to moan, muttering things like 'oh my gosh' and 'that feels so amazing'. Her tank top showed two hard little points pressing their way through the material. Hmm. No bra after all.

I looked down and noticed that her thrashing had untucked the loose material of her shorts. I could just see the edge of her trimmed pubic stubble peeking out of the left leg of her shorts. I swallowed hard and went back to my work, but couldn't help glancing over every so often to see if the view had improved.

I ground my hand into her heel, knowing that was probably one of the areas of her foot that was most sore. I then worked my way back up her foot to the pads beneath her toes and paid special attention to that area as well. Lastly, I pinched and pulled on each toe, rubbing all around them. After I was finished with her toes I squirted some more lotion into my hands and repeated the sequence on her other foot. The left one wasn't quite as ticklish, and I started right into the deep massage. I went back to the right foot and then the left, massaging her feet a second time.

My dick was straining against my sweats the entire time I was rubbing my step-daughter's feet. Thank goodness it was covered by the pillow or I was sure I would have some explaining to do. I still couldn't believe that my wife didn't think that touching her daughter's feet would be a turn-on for me. The difference between a man's and a woman's brain is vast.

As I finished up Becca's left foot for the second time I noticed that she was asleep, or at least she appeared to be. My wife was definitely asleep. Her breathing was loud and regular. She could fall asleep at the drop of a hat.

I began to massage Becca's ankle, moving my hand up her shin and calf in long strokes. As I pushed my hands up her lower leg it started to bend at the knee. I glanced down and saw the leg of her shorts gaping widely. I massaged back down toward her ankle pulling her leg straight again. She moaned slightly and turned her face outward, toward the television on the other side of the room. I repeated the movement up her lower leg, once again bending it at the knee. As I did, I moved her knee toward the back of the sofa, spreading her legs as much as possible with the other one remaining straight. Through the gap in her shorts I had my first view of the prettiest little pussy I had ever seen. There was dark, trimmed stubble above and along her outer labia. The lips of her inner labia were small and tight, not extending past her larger lips, and they shone with a slick wetness. As I moved her leg another couple of inches wider, I saw a small string of whitish fluid stretch from one side of her inner lip to the other. I almost groaned out loud but managed to catch myself, exhaling deeply.

She hadn't awakened as I held her leg in that position, so I gingerly let go of her leg with my left hand and picked up my phone. It was still recording. I moved it as close to the gaping shorts as possible and got a nice long video close up. She still hadn't noticed anything so I fumbled with the phone in my lotion-covered hand and switched it over to take a still photo. I made sure the flash was on and the sound was off. I moved the phone back to the gaping leg hole, making sure the flash was under the edge of her shorts and took a picture. The flash went off and lit up the room right through the thin material of her shorts. I quickly dropped the phone between my leg and the arm of the sofa and resumed massaging Becca's calf as both she and her mother stirred from the flash of light.

Neither awoke, but my heart was beating through my ribs. I quickly massaged her other leg so she wouldn't wonder why only one had lotion on it. Both women resumed their deep, rhythmic breathing, so I began to calm down as I continued to massage Becca's legs. I set both feet back onto my lap and started massaging her toes. It didn't disturb her slumber in the slightest, so I lifted her foot to my mouth and took her big toe in my mouth. I sucked on it ever so lightly, then added another until I had all of her toes in my mouth. I did the same with her other foot. It was too bad I hadn't been able to taste them before I had rubbed lotion on them, but beggars couldn't be choosers. I licked her heels and the arches too. I was so close to pulling out my cock and sliding it between her soles, but I figured I had pushed my luck to the limit.

I rubbed her feet for a couple more minutes and after I finished I moved her legs off of my lap. She rolled to face the back of the couch and pulled her legs up into the fetal position, her eyes never opening. I set the pillow aside, grabbed my phone and promptly ran up the stairs to the bathroom.

Once inside, I locked the door and brought up the photo I had taken. There in ultra-bright high definition was my step-daughter's beautiful pink pussy. The flash had lit up every nook and cranny, making every bit of wetness visible, and the thin white line across her lips stood out like a tightrope. I immediately pulled down my sweats, leaned my butt against the bathroom sink and started stroking. The lotion on my hand ensured that I wouldn't last long.

As I stretched my legs out, my toe hit the laundry hamper and I stopped in mid-stroke as I stared at it, a lightbulb going off in my head. I set the phone on the edge of the sink and tentatively reached over and lifted the lid. Inside was the Burger Barn uniform that Becca had taken off earlier. I pulled out the shirt, and then the pants. Inside the pants was the cutest little pair of red bikini underwear. Extricating the panties, I looked inside at the crotch panel and saw a fairly large damp area with a dime-sized spot of white discharge in the center. With a trembling hand I lifted the panties to my nose and inhaled deeply. They were pungent with the scent of eighteen-year-old girl. I began pumping my cock slowly, reveling in the simultaneous stimulation of my olfactory senses and my sex.

Of course I couldn't stop there. I touched the tip of my tongue to the dollop of discharge. The salty taste combined with the strong aroma had me at the edge of release. I pushed the material into my lips and sucked the cream right out of the panties. Like a drop of honey, it had a sticky consistency and I worked it around my mouth with my tongue until it finally dissolved. I then proceeded to lick the entire crotch of the panties while masturbating and staring at the picture of Becca's vagina. As I was about to explode, I turned into the sink and shot copious amounts of semen toward the drain. My balls contracted with each pump and it felt like I was emptying my entire body of fluid. As I came down from the massive orgasm I leaned my forehead against the mirror and thought I might pass out.

After what seemed like five minutes I regained my senses and stood on shaky legs. I inhaled the scent of the panties one last time and threw them into the hamper. I washed the lotion off my hands and then took toilet paper and wiped out the sink. Flushing the paper, I wiped my phone to get all of the lotion residue off. Then I sent the picture and video to my email and erased them off my phone. Opening the bathroom door quietly, I crept into my office and logged into my computer. I downloaded the pic and vid from my email and buried them in a subfolder that would take someone else weeks to find. I logged off the computer and went back down to the living room.

Both women were snoozing away, so I took my same spot on the sofa. Becca switched positions and pressed the soles of her feet against my leg. I lifted them up and set them back on my lap. I kissed each of her big toes lightly and turned my attention to the television. Back to the Future 2 was playing. I tried to watch for a couple minutes, but Marty McFly was no competition for the beautiful pink feet right in front of me. I felt my cock stir and thought to myself, 'Here we go again'...

A Foot Massage for Becca Ch. 02



Becca was on my radar in a way she hadn't been before I gave her the foot massage. I had always thought she was pretty, and even sexually attractive, if I was honest, but over the past couple of years I had been intentionally conditioning myself to think of her as my daughter even though we weren't related by blood. She had been sixteen when I had met her mother and was now a very sexy eighteen-year-old spending her last summer with us before she headed off to college. All it had taken was one evening of massaging her feet and that conditioning had evaporated like mist in the morning sun.

Becca had come home from her job at the Burger Barn, exhausted and nursing her sore feet. My wife, Joan, volunteered me to give her daughter a foot massage and before the night was over I had seriously indulged my foot fetish, unknown to either of them. And now, it was all I could think about.

After the foot massage I had had to run upstairs and relieve my sexual tension. Upon returning to the living room I tried to focus on the television, but had ended up rubbing her feet some more and even licking and sucking on her toes for a while before she stirred in her sleep and I had to stop. I didn't want to risk being caught by either her or my wife.

It was now the next morning, and Joan had left for work. I was lucky enough to have a job for which I was able to work from home and I was currently in my office on the second floor tapping away on my computer keyboard.

I heard Becca's bedroom door open and her footsteps heading toward the bathroom. After a minute the toilet flushed and her footsteps padded back toward my office door. There was a light knock and I told her to come in.

She walked up to me, groggy and disheveled from sleep, still wearing the stretchy white cotton tank top and yellow pajama shorts from last night. She leaned down, putting her arms around my chest from behind my chair and hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder.

I smiled as I stopped typing and said "Good morning, sleepy head." This was our daily ritual. She hugged me almost every morning, but for some (perfectly logical) reason this morning was different for me. I had to shift in my chair to try and cover the fact that my pants were beginning to tent in the front.

"Mornin'," she replied without moving or opening her eyes.

I turned and leaned my cheek onto her head, smelling her hair. It smelled faintly of shampoo from the morning before with just a hint of Burger Barn fries.

"You going in to work today?" I asked.

"Got the day off," she said. She lifted her head off my shoulder and stood up, stretching. Her shirt crept up, exposing her midriff and her cute little belly button. My eyes were automatically drawn to her pretty little toes. Her feet were rosy and pink with a soft glow from the lotion I had rubbed into them the night before.

I swallowed, acting nonchalant and trying to calm the fire in my belly.

"What are your plans for the day?" I tried to make my voice as normal as possible, feeling less and less normal as the seconds ticked by.

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe I'll see if Cassidy wants to hang out at the mall for a while. Mall Chinese sounds good."

Cassidy was her best friend. She was a skinny blonde girl, even thinner than Becca, and she was a little hottie as well. What was wrong with me? I was suddenly obsessed with teenaged girls! It was like Pandora's Box had been opened and I couldn't put back what had escaped.

"That sounds fun," I replied. 

I was debating bringing up the subject of the foot massage. I didn't want to make it weird, but I wanted to keep in on her mind, hoping that she would give me the opportunity to do it again for her. After thinking about it for a few seconds I just decided to go for it. On pins and needles I asked, "How are your feet feeling this morning?"

I wasn't disappointed by her reaction. Her face immediately lit up as she remembered how I had made her feel the night before. "Oh! They feel great! They don't hurt at all...I guess that's why I totally forgot about it. But, thank you, Tim." She leaned down and hugged me again. I felt her small breast pressing against my shoulder.

"You're perfectly welcome. Any time. I mean that," I said as I smiled.

She studied me for a couple seconds and said, "I hope you weren't lying when you said it wasn't gross. I've never known anyone who wasn't a little grossed out by feet. Because if you hated it, and you just didn't want to hurt my feelings, I would be mortified. Please be honest with me...was it disgusting?"

I laughed at the seriousness in her eyes. Everything was more serious, I guess, when you were eighteen-years-old.

"I promise you, with all my heart, that I was not disgusted in the slightest. In fact, I enjoyed it."

Becca's expression suddenly turned sour. "You enjoyed it? Why?"

I turned my chair out to face her and patted my knee and said, "Sit down." She sat down on my lap knowing there were no other chairs in my office. The warmth of her butt radiated through my pants. Suddenly, I realized I might have made a mistake. Knowing that her hot little pussy was separated from my leg by only a couple layers of cloth had blood rushing to my groin. I had no choice but to soldier on.

"Have you ever noticed that I massage your mom's feet almost every night?"

"Yeah..." she said tentatively.

"Why do you think I do that?"

"I thought it was because mom likes it, and you wanted to make her happy."

"That's part of it," I admitted. "But, I also enjoy it myself. I don't see feet as 'dirty', even when they are sweaty and have a slight odor from being closed up in shoes all day. You and your mom both shower every day. You are clean people. Any odor that comes from your feet is just a natural byproduct from the body when it sweats. It doesn't bother me at all."

I didn't want to use words like 'fetish' or say that it turned me on like nothing in this world, because that would take it to a sexual level that I knew she wasn't ready for. And I would probably lose the chance to ever touch her feet again.

"You and your mom are family to me. I love you both. There is nothing about your bodies that disgusts me in any way."

She appeared to be thinking over everything I had said. "Ok. I guess I won't worry about it so much anymore."

I took that to mean that I very well might get another opportunity to rub her feet and it made me smile. "Good. Because I meant what I said. Any time you want a foot massage or even a back massage or ANY kind of massage, you just let me know. I'm good at it and I like doing it."

Becca smiled brightly, thanking me, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. I turned my chair back around to my computer, but before I could get back into my work my office door opened again.

"Tim?"

"Yes?" I asked, looking back toward the door.

"Umm...I think part of the reason I was so hesitant about you rubbing my feet...was because..." She trailed off, looking embarrassed.

"What is it?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Well, I guess I sort of see it as kind of intimate. You know...how it is between you and mom. Like, if you were my real dad, it wouldn't be a big deal, because you would be my dad. But since you aren't my dad, and I've never really seen you that way, it is like you are just some man who is touching me sort of intimately. Ugh...I'm not explaining this very well." She suddenly looked panicked, like she had said the wrong thing, and wanted to run out of the room.

"Hey, it's ok," I said, standing up and walking to her. I pulled her into my arms, giving her a big hug. It was a revelation to me that she didn't see me as a 'dad', but as a 'man'. That added a new spin to things. I was walking a knife edge. I definitely wanted her to see me as a man rather than a dad, but I didn't want her to feel threatened by me, while also leaving that hint of sexual tension in the air.

I released her from the hug and stood there with my shoulder propped against the door jamb. "I'm not upset that you don't see me as your dad, in case you thought I was. You were almost a grown woman when I met you. And you are correct in thinking that massaging someone's feet can be an intimate thing, as it is between your mom and me. But I want you to know that I would never hurt you. You don't need to feel threatened or worried about me touching you. I will always love you and care about you." I chose my words very carefully, purposefully being somewhat vague about my actual feelings and intentions, but it seemed to calm her down and I could see the tension leave her body as she exhaled.

"Thanks, Tim. You're the best. Love you!" 

"Love you too," I said as I watched her walk back to her room, her little round cheeks bouncing through the cotton shorts as she walked. I shut and locked my office door, intending to take care of the problem in my pants. As I sat down I heard Becca walk back to the bathroom, shutting the door. Within a minute, the shower started running.

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Later that day, when my wife came home from work, she looked upset about something. My heart immediately jumped into my throat, my guilty conscience assuming that I was in serious trouble. Did she somehow find the picture and video I had made last night when I was massaging Becca's feet? I had hidden it deep on my hard drive, and as far as I knew, she never went on my computer. Did she realize what I had done with Becca's panties? I couldn't fathom how she would have known anything about it.

I asked her what was wrong and she told me that her boss needed her to go on a last-minute business trip to the other side of the country for the next three days. I was so relieved I almost passed out. Not that I wanted her to leave for three days, but I was glad I wasn't in trouble. On second thought, maybe I did want three days alone with Becca...

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That evening we took our usual spots on the sofa with me idly rubbing Joan's feet while we watched TV. Becca finally came home at about 9pm, chatted with us for a couple minutes, then headed up to her bedroom for the night. I was disappointed that I wouldn't get to explore my fantasy further, but I consoled myself with finding another pair of panties in the bathroom hamper. They weren't quite as used as the previous night's pair, but I smuggled a Ziploc baggie from the kitchen and sealed them away, stashing them in one of my office desk drawers.

Joan had to leave early in the morning, so we headed upstairs at about 10pm, had a quick, but satisfying lovemaking session and hit the hay.

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The next morning I woke up at 4am, threw on some sweats and a t-shirt and drove Joan to the airport. I rolled her carry-on bag into the airport as far as the metal detectors and we said our goodbyes. She would be back in three short days, she told me. I told her not to worry, that Becca and I would find something to occupy our time while she was gone. I gave her a kiss and watched her go through Security before driving back home. I arrived back at the house at about 5:15 and tore my clothes off and climbed into bed, hoping to catch a couple more hours of sleep.

Sleep had almost overtaken me when a thought crossed my mind that made me sit straight up in bed. There was a freshly used pair of panties in my desk drawer. Not bothering to put my clothes on, I peeked out of my bedroom door just to make sure Becca wasn't up. Everything was dark and quiet, so I crept to my office and retrieved the baggie, then returned to my bedroom with the same measure of stealth.

Climbing back into bed, I opened the baggie and took out the panties. They were pink with white lace around the edges. Happily, I noticed that the baggie had done its job well. There was a slight dampness in the crotch and they had a wonderful musky scent. I was hard almost immediately and I wrapped the panties around my cock while I stroked. The lacy material wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing to rub against my dick, so I changed the position of the panties a couple times, finally settling on using the inside of the crotch panel against the underside of my penis. Knowing my cock was sliding along the dampness where Becca's vaginal fluid had seeped into her panties was all the inspiration I needed. I shot my semen into the lacy underwear and wadded them up, tossing them next to me. I needed to get up and throw them back into the hamper, but I lost that train of thought and was soon fast asleep.

"Tim, are you up?"

Becca's voice jolted me awake and I sat up as she pushed her way into my bedroom. When she saw me her eyes grew wide and she immediately backed through the door, apologizing profusely. My hand shot to the blanket and yanked it up above my waist. Though I normally wear comfy cotton shorts to bed, I had neglected to put anything on after masturbating this morning.

"It's ok, sweetie!" I yelled. I looked around and found my shorts on the floor so I quickly pulled them on. I noticed Becca's pink panties lying on the bed and shoved them in the pocket of my sleep-shorts. I guess it was a good thing she caught me naked, because I didn't think she had given herself the time to notice them...at least I hoped she hadn't.

It was 9:15. Shit. I was normally logged into work at 8:30. I ran to the bathroom, tossed the panties into the hamper, peed and hopped into the shower. I was out in five minutes and back into my bedroom to throw on some jeans and a t-shirt. Normally I wore business casual clothes even though I worked from home, because I often had video conferences with the big-wigs at my company. I was pretty sure I didn't have any meetings today and honestly, I was too tired to give a shit.

I went out to the kitchen to grab a coffee and saw Becca sitting at the table eating cereal. She was in another stretchy night shirt and a pair of blue pajama shorts that didn't gape like the others had. Shame.

"Tim, I'm sooo sorry! I didn't mean to walk in on you like that. I didn't think you would be...you know..."

"Nude?" I asked with a smirk.

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"It's no big deal, Becca. It's just my body. I'm sure you've seen naked guy parts before."

"Yeah, but...I mean...I may have...don't tell mom," she said pleadingly.

"Don't tell mom that you saw my naked guy parts or someone else's naked guy parts?"

"Don't say ANY of that! Eww, this is so weird!" She was waving her hands as she spoke with a look of sheer horror on her face. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. Anyway, forget about it. I wouldn't freak out if I walked in on you naked." I let that thought sit between us while I took a sip of coffee. I could tell she was imagining such a thing. To my surprise, she didn't look disgusted. Maybe a little frightened at the thought, but not disgusted. I kissed her on the top of her head and headed to my office to log in.

An hour or so later I heard the shower running. As soon as it stopped and I heard her head into her bedroom I went into the bathroom and looked in the hamper. The blue pajama shorts were in there, and inside the shorts were a cute pair of green bikini panties. I snatched the panties and went back to my office.

They were still warm from her body heat and the humid shower air of the bathroom, and the crotch was damp from a night spent against a teenager's moist vagina. There was a white sheen of discharge in the crotch and I pressed it to my nose and inhaled deeply. It was so pungent I was intoxicated with lust. I dragged my tongue across the crotch panel and licked the salty, sticky fluid out of her panties. My mouth tasted like morning pussy—it was almost like I had gone down on my stepdaughter. I immediately unzipped my pants and started to pull my dick out, but upon hearing Becca's door open, I jumped out of my chair and fumbled myself back into my pants. I quickly zipped up and threw her panties into my desk drawer right before my office door opened.

Becca came into my office, having dressed for the day in cutoff jean shorts and a pink tank top, and said she was going out for lunch, but would be back in a couple hours because she had to work the 2 to 10 shift.

As soon as I heard her car pull away, I retrieved the panties from my desk and picked up where I had left off. I masturbated twice and licked her panties clean before returning them to the hamper. After that, I was resolved to setting my mind back onto my work. I had to get something done. Becca had been occupying my thoughts almost constantly, and I was falling behind on some deadlines.

Time flew by and I grabbed a sandwich from the kitchen. Becca was back at about 1:00 and she changed into her Burger Barn uniform. She was gone again at 1:30 and I used the rest of the day to get my work done.

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At 6pm I drove over to the Burger Barn and grabbed a bacon cheeseburger and fries, catching Becca for the last ten minutes of her break. When she had to clock back in, I gave her a hug and told her I'd see her at home. I finished up my food and went out to watch the new Star Wars movie.

The movie let out around 9:15 and I made it back to the house in ten minutes. I changed into my comfy sleep shorts and a t-shirt and went out to the couch to sit in my usual spot. I flipped around the channels until I thought I'd go mad. Watching the minutes tick by was torture. I knew Becca should be home shortly after 10pm and if I had my way, she would be asleep by 10:30 and I would have half the night to play.

She pulled into the driveway right when I was expecting her and I automatically pulled a throw pillow onto my lap. Preventive maintenance is the smart way to go.

Becca walked in much the same way she did two nights before. She trudged through the door, hanging her purse and her hat on the hook and letting her legs give out just as she got to the sofa.

"Tough night?" I asked with my eyes on the television.

"Yes. Why didn't I get a job in a pet store or something? I'm exhausted. And my feet hurt."

Out of the corner of my eye I caught her glancing my way as she made the comment about her feet. I let it hang in the air for a minute listening to her moan and groan. Finally, I looked at her and said, "Would you like me to massage your feet?"

Her eyes widened a little bit and she glanced over at me and said, "You don't have to, Tim. Mom's not here to pressure you into it like she did the other night. I've gotten by plenty of nights without one. It's not like it's a necessity."

The corners of my mouth turned up in a grin. She was giving me an out. She had brought up the subject of her sore feet and I knew she wanted a foot massage, but she wanted it to be my idea. Little did she know it was my idea long before she had even thought about it.

"Nonsense. Get over here." I slapped the pillow on my lap and stared at her, daring her with my eyes. She bit her lip and seemed like she wanted to move, but she was frozen in place. I raised my eyebrows at her and pointed to the pillow. I guess she had thought about it long enough, because she started to smile and slipped off her shoes. Standing up, she peeled off her sweaty socks between hops and jumped onto the sofa, throwing her feet up on my lap.

Grabbing her sweaty foot, I said, "There. Was that so hard?" 

She shook her head and settled back into her pillow.

"I'll tell you what. Before you get comfortable, why don't you go upstairs and get changed into your night clothes, so if you fall asleep on the couch again I won't have to wake you."

She groaned at the thought of getting off the couch, but bounced up and ran upstairs. Within a few minutes she was coming back down and I noticed she was wearing a sleep shirt that came to her knees. I rarely ever saw her in it anymore and I asked her about it.

"All of my pajama shorts are dirty," she said with a pout. "I had to dig this out of the bottom of my dresser. It used to be longer on me. Guess I got taller since I've worn it."




A Foot Massage for Becca Ch. 02



She lay back down on the couch holding the shirt to her legs, protecting her modesty. I wondered if she had left her underwear on. I hoped not.

I placed her heels on my lap and began to massage her feet. As I had the other night, I again noticed the slight odor from her feet which had been closed up in shoes all day. It wasn't unpleasant. It was natural. It was actually sexy and I was dying to suck her toes.

"Do you remember the talk we had yesterday morning about how I feel about feet?" I asked.

"Yes. You said you weren't grossed out by them and that you actually like giving foot rubs." Her face was suddenly filled with concern and she started to pull her feet off my lap. "Do they smell bad tonight?" she asked.

"No, they don't. And don't pull them away. There is nothing wrong with your feet." I pulled them back into my lap and continued rubbing them. "If you will trust me, I'd like to show you that your feet are in no way 'gross' or 'repulsive'. Will you let me do some things to prove it to you?"

Becca looked nervous and I could tell she didn't know what to expect. "I guess it depends on what you are talking about," she said tentatively.

"Will you trust me?"

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I guess so..."

"All right. First, I want to show you that they don't stink. They have a slight, natural odor of clean feet that have been enclosed in shoes. I'm going to hold them up to my nose and smell them. OK?"

She grimaced, and I could tell she wanted to skip this exercise and just continue with the foot massage.

"I think this is important," I said. "It's something that we need to clear up between us, and when we do, you will really be able to relax about it."

She swallowed and looked somewhere between resigned and curious. After a moment she nodded her head.

"Trust me," I repeated. I then proceeded to lift her feet to my face. I placed the soles against my chin with my nose nestled in the spaces under her toes and took a deep breath. They felt a little sweaty, and had a nice, musty smell. At the same time, they were pink and smooth, and without callous or blemish. They were perfect eighteen-year-old feet.

I noticed that she was biting her lip, waiting for me to yank them away from my face in disgust. I proved just how wrong her assumption was by exhaling and then inhaling time and again as I stuck my nose in between each of her toes. I smelled every part of her feet, getting harder by the second, and then laid them back down on the pillow.

I couldn't tell what Becca was thinking by her expression, so I asked her.

"Well, how did it feel to have someone smell your feet so thoroughly?"

"It wasn't horrible, I guess," she said. "It was definitely kind of weird. It just seems hard to believe that the smell of feet doesn't gross you out."

"Not at all," I replied. "Thank you for trusting me."

She smiled at my words and closed her eyes as I started massaging her soles again. After a couple minutes I said, "I want to take it one step further and help you understand that there are people like me out there, both men and women, who are not only 'not disgusted' by feet, but who actually enjoy them. Will you continue to trust me?"

She looked like she didn't really understand what I was saying, but she nodded more quickly this time.

"OK. This time, I am going to lick your feet and suck on your toes."

Her face quickly dropped and I could tell that she was feeling threatened and nervous. I recalled the conversation we had had the other morning, and I knew that she was thinking that what I was about to do was a sexual thing. Of course it WAS a sexual thing, at least for me, but I didn't want her to know that.

"Relax, honey. This has nothing to do with sex or anything like that. This is an exercise to prove a point. I need you to trust me. Once we get through this, there will be no more hang-ups about your feet." I did my best to reassure her, and I hoped I had gotten through.

She still looked nervous as hell, but she blinked a couple times and gave a single, quick nod of her head.

My heart was beating a mile a minute. I hadn't actually thought she was going to let me take it this far, but she had just given me permission to bathe her feet with my tongue.

I made direct eye contact with her as I lifted her left foot toward my face. I placed the pads on my lips and opened my mouth, letting my tongue drag upward toward her big toe, instantly savoring the salty, sweaty taste. Her eyes were wide and I could feel her trembling slightly. I continued to lick the pads, making my way toward her pinky toe. I then swept my tongue up into the area underneath her toes, from her pinky all the way to the big one, like I was playing a glissando on the piano. I lifted her foot a little higher and ran my tongue across her heel and then up the entire sole, back to her toes. When I placed my mouth around her big toe she jumped, but didn't yank her foot away from me, which I took as a good sign. I sucked on her big toe and then probed between the rest of her toes with my tongue before sucking and licking each of them in turn. 

After I had tasted every single part of her foot, I placed it in my lap and grabbed the other one. She resisted slightly. I'm sure she thought I had made my point and that licking the other foot was just redundant, but I continued to apply pressure on her foot and she finally relaxed enough to let me get it to my mouth. I enjoyed the taste of that foot just as much as I had the first, and when my mouth had explored it in its entirety, I laid it back on the pillow in my lap.

"Any thoughts?" I asked, and waited for her to respond.

After about twenty seconds of silence, she finally said, "I guess I was wrong. There are people who enjoy feet."

I smiled and asked her if there was anything else she was thinking. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Did you enjoy it?"

She didn't reply, but I noticed her nipples poking through her shirt where they hadn't been showing before.

"It's perfectly normal to enjoy it. It's a very pleasant sensation to have someone lick your feet and suck on your toes. So...did you?"

She nodded and immediately her face turned bright pink. I smiled and winked at her as I gave her thigh an affectionate squeeze.

"I'm glad you liked it. So, from now on I want you to be perfectly uninhibited around me. Don't ever worry that your feet stink, or that they are 'gross' to me. That will never be the case. Any time you want a foot massage, I want you to lie right here and throw your feet up on my lap. You don't even have to ask. I will massage your feet every single night from now until you go off to college, if you want. I enjoy giving you pleasure by touching your feet...and touching your feet gives me pleasure as well. Do you think you can begin to change the way you think about this?"

"I think so," she said. "It was scary at first, especially when you were licking them, but it actually felt really good."

"Good. Is that something you would want me to do again sometime?"

"Maybe...I don't know...it still seems very intimate..."

I grabbed the lotion from the end table and squirted some in my hand. I rubbed my hands together, warming it as it spread evenly over both hands. As I began to rub the lotion into Becca's foot she started to relax and she sunk down into the pillow and closed her eyes.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmm..." was the only reply I received.

"Intimacy," I began, "takes many different forms. I am intimate with your mother in a sexual way. I have been intimate with you on a different level. I wouldn't offer to massage a stranger's feet. They would probably call the police on me. So, to some degree, massaging your feet IS an intimate thing. But, it's not the same as having sex, obviously, which is a much more intimate thing."

She seemed like she understood, so I continued.

"You walked in on me this morning and saw me naked." She blushed furiously and covered her face with her hands. "It's fine. You didn't know I was naked because I don't normally sleep that way. The world didn't end because you saw my nude body. And it wouldn't end if I saw yours either. I'll tell you a secret: I HAVE seen a naked woman before."

She took her hands from her face and half-smiled, half-smirked at me. "You haven't seen ME naked, though. That would be so awkward!"

"Why would it be awkward?" I asked. "How you feel about being naked in front of people is a hang-up, just as being self-conscious about your feet was before our little exercise. If you can get over one hang-up, you can get over another." I left it there. I wanted to give her time to think about the things I had just said. I also didn't want to seem like l was asking her to get naked in front of me. I was playing the long game. Plant the seeds and see what grows.

I spent the next twenty minutes massaging her feet thoroughly, working out all of the aches and pains and making them as smooth as silk. I also rubbed lotion into her calves and shins up to where the bottom of her nightshirt stopped at her knees. 

As she had two nights prior, she fell asleep and her breathing became deep and even. I massaged for another ten minutes until I was sure that my touch wouldn't wake her.

The nightshirt was taunting me. I couldn't help myself. I would never be able to sleep if I didn't take a peek underneath, so I grabbed the bottom edge and lifted slightly, checking to see if there was any change in her breathing. She didn't move a muscle, so I lifted further until I could see the blue panties she was wearing. I had to admit that I was a little disappointed to see panties, but I was so happy with how the night had progressed that I couldn't complain about a thing. I lifted the hem as far as it would stretch and looked all the way up to see the prettiest little breasts I could imagine. The nipples were puffy and rosy pink. I was so turned on. I just had to see how much more I could get away with.

Letting go of the edge of the nightshirt, I lifted Becca's feet off the pillow on my lap. I moved the pillow and set her heels down on my leg, rubbing them some more while my cock reached full mast in my cotton shorts. Lifting her feet again, I adjusted my position, turning so I was facing her directly and her heels were pointed into my stomach. She still didn't show any signs of movement, so I carefully undid the one button that held the fly in my shorts together. My cock sprang out at attention. I continued rubbing her feet. This was it. I was about to do this.

I placed her feet around my throbbing member and moved the heels together, forming a snug space between the arches. I used her feet to stroke rigid member. It was exquisite. Her skin felt like silk against the head of my dick. I turned her feet slightly inward, using her entire soles to masturbate myself. It only took a few minutes for me to begin trembling with the impending orgasm. I thought about stopping and taking off my t-shirt and using it to catch the cum, but nothing in me would let me stop. I was past the point of reason and caution was taking a backseat to pleasure. I started to shake. I looked one last time to see if she showed any signs of waking, but she was fast asleep. I felt the pressure building deep in my belly and it was everything I could do to hold my breath and stifle the moan that was trying to escape my throat. I stared at my step-daughter's beautiful, pink feet wrapped around my angry red cock and it took me careening off the edge. I took a couple of slow, tortuous strokes before my world exploded in pleasure and the first shot of cum rocketed most of the way up Becca's shirt and landed on her breasts. 'FUCK!' I thought to myself as I continued to spasm. The next few spurts didn't go nearly as far, but there was a path of wet, white cum trailing up her nightshirt. 

When I finally came down off of my euphoric high, I realized my predicament. If she woke up now, I was screwed. I wiped the remaining cum off my dick with my finger and tucked myself back into my shorts. I sat there for a moment, wondering what to clean myself up with. Finally I just wiped the cum onto her foot and massaged it into the lotion. The thought that I was rubbing my cum into my step-daughter's feet started to make me hard again. I reached up and got as much of the cum as I could off of her shirt, copping some nice feels of her little tits, and rubbed it into her feet. I stared at Becca's beautiful face as she was sleeping and realized there was a single drop of cum on her lower lip. Before I could decide how to reach it from my position she stirred, licking her lips and turning her head toward the back of the couch. Well, so much for that. My daughter had just ingested my semen. I grew even harder.

I hoped her shirt would dry before she woke up, wondering what had happened, but there was nothing I could do about it. As attractive as the thought of changing her shirt was, I knew she would never stay asleep through that.

I sat there staring at her, wishing I could do so much more, and wishing she could be awake to enjoy this with me. She wasn't ready.

I was treading on thin ice, but I had to do one more thing, if I could get away with it. I pushed her legs up, bending them at the knees and planted her feet into the couch, holding her ankles so her legs wouldn't collapse. I had a gynecologist's view of her blue panties. Moving my face into her crotch, I got close enough to smell her sex. She had a beautiful, natural musky scent. I stuck out my tongue and pressed it gently against her panties. I could feel her folds through the thin material and taste the slight saltiness that I knew would be so much richer on the inside. I couldn't wait to taste them in the morning.

I sat up and carefully placed her legs straight, pulling her shirt back down to her knees and headed upstairs, leaving her to sleep on the sofa. As I lay in my bed, I ended up pleasuring myself once more to the thought of what had occurred tonight.

Becca had to work the same shift again the next day and I fully planned on giving her another foot massage. It was time to up the ante, though.



A Foot Massage for Becca Ch. 03



I awoke at about 7:30 in the morning to the sound of moaning. My initial thought, through the fog in my head, was that Becca was in pain. I sat straight up in bed, suddenly very alert and listened closely. It didn't sound as if she were hurt. It wasn't constant, as you would expect if someone was in pain. It was more like a whimper with a louder moan interspersed throughout. I climbed out of bed and put my sleep-shorts on. The last couple nights I had slept in the nude and I had to admit I was enjoying it. Plus, a part of me was hoping that Becca might walk in on me again.

I walked out of my room and tip-toed down the hallway to Becca's bedroom. I put my ear to the door and listened. I could hear her much more clearly now. The suspicion that had been growing in my mind was correct: my stepdaughter was masturbating.

I started wondering why I had never heard this prior to this morning. Was masturbation new to her or had she just been more quiet about it before? Was she experiencing some kind of sexual awakening because of our conversations and the intimacy of the foot massages? I was intrigued...and horny as fuck.

Becca is a thin, sexy 18-year-old brunette with smallish breasts and a cute little bubble butt. She and I were fending for ourselves for a few days while her mother, my wife, was on a business trip. I had been giving Becca foot massages and it seemed that she was gradually shedding her inhibitions in the process. I saw that as a good thing, although I wasn't sure how we could keep it going once her mother returned.

She began to pant and make rhythmic cooing sounds until finally she let out a scream, which she cut off abruptly. She must have realized how loud she had been. I could still hear some muffled noises as her orgasm wound down and then it was quiet. I quickly tip-toed back to my room, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. Once inside, I shut my door, then changed my mind and left about a six-inch crack. I climbed back into bed, took off my shorts and pulled the sheet over my lower half. I was so unbelievably turned on by hearing her masturbate that I couldn't help touching myself. Within a minute, I was hard and stroking away.

I heard Becca's bedroom door open and her bare feet padding down the hallway toward the bathroom. My bedroom was directly across from the bathroom and when I heard her walking, my first instinct was to stop masturbating and cover up. She was my step-daughter.

With my heart beating out of my chest, I fought that instinct and made the decision not to stop. I wanted to be able to make a point later, when we talked. When I didn't hear the bathroom door close, I knew she was watching me through the crack. That thought set my blood on fire and it pushed me toward orgasm. I was completely covered by the sheet, but anyone who saw the movement of my hand would know what I was doing. I purposely avoided looking toward the door, because I didn't want to spook her. I was almost there and I wanted her to watch me as I finished. Within minutes, as I reached my climax, I lay there trembling and bucking as the contractions rocked me. As the last of my orgasm washed over me I stared directly at the crack in the door and saw a quick movement, followed by the sound of the bathroom door closing.

Wow. I had just masturbated in front of my daughter. That was fucking hot.

I wiped myself clean with a t-shirt that I found on the floor and pulled my shorts back on. I walked to the bathroom just as Becca was coming out.

"Morning," I said with a smile, looking her in the eyes.

"Mornin'," she replied, and hurriedly shuffled off to her room, cute little butt wiggling through her night shirt the entire way, and shut the door.

I chuckled to myself and entered the bathroom to pee and get ready for the day.

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I had been out of the shower and logged into my computer for about two hours when I finally heard Becca's bedroom door open again. She was usually up and showered by now. I thought that she was probably avoiding me because she was embarrassed. I was pissed at myself, wondering if maybe I had taken things too far. Her footsteps sounded in the hallway heading toward my office and stopped. To my surprise there was a low knock on the door.

"Come in," I stated, loudly enough to be heard in the hallway.

I was in the middle of reading an email, so I heard, but didn't see her enter the room. She walked up behind my chair and hugged me.

"I didn't mean to be rude to you before, Tim. I'm sorry. Good morning."

"It's okay, sweetheart." I patted her elbow and leaned my head into her hug. When she released me, I swiveled my chair around to look at her and my breath caught in my throat.

My step-daughter, who earlier had been in the nightshirt that went to her knees, was standing there in a white t-shirt that barely came to her belly button. Below the t-shirt, the only thing she was wearing were the blue bikini panties she had on last night. I couldn't believe my eyes.

As I stood there silently for a second trying to process what was happening, it suddenly clicked into place. She had truly thought about our conversations yesterday. The reason she had shut herself up in her room this morning was probably because she was trying to decide whether or not to take this step forward...to challenge herself to get over another of her hang-ups: to be seen in various stages of undress without feeling self-conscious. She was taking a leap of faith and trusting that I wouldn't judge her. And she was testing our newfound level of intimacy.

"And a mighty fine marnin' it 'tis!" I said in my best (but still terrible) Irish accent. It brought a smile to her face, which was all that mattered. "So what's up with you today? Any plans?"

"I don't know. I might just hang out here and watch TV until I go into work."

"That sounds fun. I wish I didn't have to work. I would join you." I smiled and winked at her.

She stood there smiling with her hands behind her back, shifting nervously from foot to foot. I let my eyes drop from her face and took in her new, less inhibited look. Her feet and legs had a healthy glow to them, having been moisturized frequently in the last couple days. Her blue panties were cut a little high in the legs, allowing just the briefest edge of her closely trimmed pubes to peek out the sides. I glanced up again and saw that her cheeks were beginning to color and her breathing was a little heavier. I placed my hands on her hips and gently turned her around so she was facing away from me. Her cute, round ass was breathtaking. As high as the legs were cut in the front, they were cut even higher in the back, exposing a good half of each cheek. My cock responded in my pants immediately. Not wanting her to get too nervous, I continued to turn her until she was facing me again, and looked into her eyes. Her face was bright red and she looked like she might faint.

"Are you all right?" I asked nonchalantly, sending the message that there was nothing at all wrong with the way she was dressed in front of me.

"Mmm-hmm," she responded, biting her lower lip.

"Good. Because there is something I would like to talk to you about. Why don't you sit," I said, patting my thigh. There were no other chairs in my office, so my lap was the only place she could sit while I was in my desk chair.

Her eyes got bigger for a brief second, weighing the idea of sitting on me in only her panties. Tentatively, she sat across my lap, wiggling at the alien feel of my pants against her almost bare behind.

"Last night you came a long way in trusting me. I was able to show you that I don't consider your feet 'gross' in any way, and you even allowed me to go as far as demonstrating that your feet are something that should be enjoyed."

She nodded, wondering, I'm sure, where I was going with this.

"I appreciate your trust in me," I added. "I told you yesterday that I love you and I would never hurt you in any way, and I mean that. Furthermore, there isn't anything you can't talk to me about. Any subject at all is perfectly okay for you to discuss with me—even masturbation, which I heard you doing in your room this morning."

Her face colored again and she looked like a deer in the headlights.

I smiled and rubbed her shoulder, letting her know that everything was fine. "It's okay. Masturbation isn't something that is 'taboo' or 'shameful'. It's a completely normal act. Everyone does it. Even I masturbate...especially when your mom isn't here. But, of course you know that, since you saw me through the door earlier."

She shook her head, looking as if she might be sick. "Tim, I didn't see you—"

"Relax. You don't have to deny it. You did nothing wrong. I must have left the door cracked by accident. I know you saw me, because I saw you through the door."

Her hands flew up to her face and I thought she might cry. I hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek, and then I grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her face.

"Honey. You have been socialized to be ashamed to talk, watch, or even think about masturbation. I'm letting you know that it is a natural, normal thing, and I don't want you to ever be ashamed of it. Everyone does it, as I said. You can trust me on this, just as you trusted me last night. And just as you walked in on me and saw me nude yesterday without the world ending, the same can be said for what you saw today. You saw a natural act that you have done yourself, even this morning. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

She still looked queasy, but I made her look me in the eyes.

"What did you see me doing this morning?" I asked.

She tried to look down again, but I forced her to look at me again and sat there waiting for an answer.

"I saw you..." She breathed a couple of times, trying to work up her courage. "I saw you masturbate."

"Yes, you did. And lightning didn't strike you for seeing it...or even for talking about it." I smiled encouragingly as I held her hands in mine. "And what did you do in your bedroom before you saw me?"

Her chest heaved a couple more times, but she stared me directly in the eyes and said, "I masturbated."

I pulled her close to me and hugged her tightly. When I released her, she had tears welling up in her eyes, so I wiped them away gently with my thumbs.

"It feels good to be able to be so open and honest without barriers or walls between us, doesn't it?" 

She laughed suddenly, and nodded her head. 

"You can always trust me." I placed my hand on her leg, with my fingers on the inside of her thigh, barely inches from her panty-covered pussy. I felt a shiver run through her and her skin instantly prickled with goose pimples. I patted her leg and relaxed back into my chair, signaling an end to our conversation. She stood up, and as she did, I got a slight whiff of her panties. Not only had she slept in them all night, but I'm sure her juices had been considerably worked up from the masturbation this morning. It was strong, but it wasn't off-putting. It was seriously turning me on.

As I stared at her absolutely incredible teenaged ass walking toward the door I asked, "When you masturbated this morning, were you thinking about the foot massage?"

She turned suddenly with her mouth open before sliding into a nervous smile. "You may have gotten me to admit certain things, Tim, but some things are still secret." She walked out and shut the door behind her.

I felt like I might melt into a puddle on the floor.

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After working for a couple hours, I headed downstairs to grab some lunch from the kitchen. Along the way, I noticed that the TV was on in the living room. I poked my head around the corner of the wall and saw Becca lying on the sectional sofa watching a movie. She hadn't gotten ready for the day yet—she was still in the t-shirt and blue panties. What really caught my eye was the fact that she had her hand down the front of her panties and it appeared she was idly playing with herself while she stared at the television. My heart beat harder as I watched. I wanted this girl so badly.

I pondered my state of mind. It's not as if Becca was replacing my wife in my heart. I loved Joan as much as ever. She turned me on and I really enjoyed sex with her. But there was something so exciting about introducing Becca to a different way of thinking. I was enjoying myself. And Becca was definitely responding. I didn't want to 'cheat' on my wife. With anyone else it wouldn't have even crossed my mind. Somehow, though, I was beginning to justify it with her daughter. I was the teacher and she was the student. I was doing her a service. At least that's what I was telling myself.

"Hey, there, sweetie," I said.

She jumped and yanked her hand out of her panties, staring at me with a guilty look. 

"You're okay," I added with a smile. "Don't let me stop you. I just wanted to see if you wanted me to make you a sandwich."

She thought for a second. "No. I'm good. Thanks, Tim."

"Okay." I turned and walked into the kitchen. I made myself a roast beef and Swiss on rye bread with a healthy spread of Grey Poupon. Walking back to the corner of the living room, I peeked in and saw that her hand was back in her panties. She wasn't idly manipulating herself anymore. Her hand was moving with a purpose. She glanced up and saw me watching and stopped for a brief second, but didn't pull her hand out as she had before. She picked up her rhythm again with barely a hiccup. Her eyelids fluttered and she started to close her eyes, but then opened them and continued to look at me. Her face was flushed and she was starting to breathe heavily.

"I've got to get back to work, sweetheart. Have fun." I winked at her and smiled and walked back up to my office. I had wanted so badly to watch her finish, but I was sending a message that what she was doing was truly no big deal. If I could make her feel completely comfortable about it, maybe it would happen more frequently. 'Remember the long game', I said to myself.

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At about half past noon I heard Becca come upstairs and walk to the bathroom. The door closed and the shower started. That was my cue. I'd had to pee for a while now, but I'd been waiting for this very moment.

I walked out of my office and knocked on the bathroom door. A muffled 'YES?' sounded through the door. I opened it a crack.

"Hey, Becca, do you mind if I come in and pee? I didn't feel like walking to the bathroom downstairs."

"Umm...okay..." she said tentatively, and I pushed my way into the bathroom.

The shower curtain was opaque. I couldn't see details, but I could definitely see the outline of her body. She turned away from the showerhead and as she did I saw the blurry form of her bare ass. As I walked in I noticed her t-shirt and blue panties lying on the floor in front of the hamper. I glanced toward Becca and saw that she wasn't looking outward, so I stooped and quickly picked up the panties. I walked over to the toilet, lifted the lid, unzipped my pants and let my semi-flaccid dick tumble out. 

As I began to piss, I looked at the crotch panel of the blue panties and nearly gasped. It was almost completely covered with multiple layers of white discharge...dry and crusty toward the outside and wet and creamy in the middle. As far as I knew, Becca had put these panties on after she had come home from work yesterday, which meant she had had them on for almost sixteen hours. And she had masturbated numerous times in them as well.

My cock began to swell, making it hard to keep the flow of urine going. I also had to step back slightly, as the stream was now pointing more upward than it had been. After adjusting my aim, I held the panties up to my nose. They were absolutely ripe with the smell of pussy.

I glanced at Becca again. She appeared to be washing her hair and not paying me any attention, so I held the blue panties up to my mouth and licked the cream out of the center of the crotch. The salty, musky taste was so unbelievably rich. I had never been so turned on in my life, which was evident, because my piss had stopped flowing completely through my rigid cock, even though my bladder wasn't empty yet. I continued to lick the panties, wetting the dry, crusty part and making it creamy again. The taste was heavenly. My whole face must have smelled like teenaged vagina. After the piss stopped flowing I took only a few seconds to lick up as much as I could, and then I threw them back on the floor where they had been. Awkwardly stuffing my hard cock back into my pants, I zipped up, flushed the toilet, and washed my hands.

"Thanks, honey," I said, drying my hands on the hand towel.

"No problem," she responded as she was rinsing the soap from her hair.

I began to leave when she called me back.

"Tim, could you hand me a new razor? There are some in the linen closet."

"Sure," I responded as I opened the closet and retrieved a new one for her. I wondered what all she might be shaving. I was dying to watch.

She pulled open the curtain a bit and thrust her face and hand out. As it was opening, and before she caught it, I had the briefest of glimpses of her rosy pink nipple. I swallowed hard and handed her the razor.

"Thanks," she said, squinting through the water on her eyelids.

"Any time." I walked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

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At my desk, I heard the shower stop and shortly thereafter saw the bathroom door open. Becca walked toward her room wrapped in a towel. I had left my office door open, hoping to get another glimpse of something, but to my dismay she wasn't ready to be a nudist. All in good time.

After about twenty minutes I heard a soft knock on my door and Becca walked into my office in her work shirt and a skimpy pair of lavender panties.

"Tim, do you know where my uniform pants are?"

"I tossed them in the laundry," I replied. "They should be dried by now."

"Oh! Thanks! I wondered why I couldn't find them," she said happily and abruptly turned and bounced her adorable little ass out of my office. The panties were actually a thong, which showed both of her ass cheeks in their entirety...and bounce they did.

Within minutes she was completely dressed. She came back in to give me a hug, which she held a little longer than normal, I thought, and she was off to work. I spent the remainder of my day catching up on my paperwork...in between furious masturbation sessions and a nap to recover my strength.

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Becca pulled into the driveway right on time, at twenty minutes after ten. I was in my usual spot on the sofa. This time I didn't bother with putting a pillow in my lap. I was in an old t-shirt and my comfortable cotton shorts that I slept in.

As was her routine, she walked in the door, hung her hat and keys on the hook and walked toward the sofa. Only this time, she didn't sit down. She immediately began untying her shoes. When she slipped the first shoe off, I noticed she was wearing cute little pink bootie socks. She peeled the socks off and lay down on the sofa, placing her bare feet on my leg without asking for permission or even uttering a single word. She bit her lip and wiggled and stretched her toes nervously, waiting for me to validate her bold move.

With a proud smile I took hold of her sweaty feet and rubbed the soles. She smiled in return and closed her eyes while she let her head sink into the pillow. She moaned as I kneaded my knuckles into her feet.

"Aren't you going to go upstairs and get changed into something comfortable?" I asked.

She opened her eyes and sighed. "I'm so tired..." she replied

"Well, how am I going to massage your legs with your work pants on?"

"Maybe I could pull them up?" she said as she reached down and started tugging on her pant leg. The tight uniform pants caught on her calf and wouldn't go further.




A Foot Massage for Becca Ch. 03



"I don't think that's going to work," I advised.

"Oh man...I sooo don't feel like going upstairs right now!" She pouted and looked miserable.

I let her stew for a minute, then I said, "Well, you could just take the pants off, you know. I saw you in your panties earlier, so it wouldn't be a big deal if I saw you in them again. I don't know how I'm going to massage your legs with them on. It's up to you." I hadn't forgotten the fact that she had been wearing a lavender thong before she went to work.

Her eyes widened, but I could tell she was thinking about it. "It wouldn't be weird?" she asked.

"Why would it be weird?"

"I don't know..." She turned her eyes away, blushing.

"Tell me. Why would it be weird? I've already seen you in the panties you have on now...unless you changed them before you left the house. Did you change them?"

"No. That's what I mean, though. I'm wearing a thong. I know you saw them briefly earlier, but to just lie here in my thong, which barely covers anything...it seems like it would be going too far."

"Too far? We're just talking about your body. I already told you that I've seen naked women before, so your thong isn't going to give me a heart attack or anything. Anyway, it's up to you. I just wanted to try to make it easier to rub your legs, but if you want, I can just stick with your feet for tonight."

She curled and uncurled her toes as she thought. Then her hands reached for the top of her pants. She unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper. Lifting her butt up off the couch, she slid the pants down below her knees and quickly kicked them off of each foot. I tossed them on the other side of the sectional and took in the vision in front of me.

Becca's gorgeous legs were long and tanned. Where they met in the middle, her tiny thong barely covered her mound, leaving visible stubble along the sides and a slight camel toe in the thin material in front. It formed a 'V' that covered her pubic area and connected to a string that encircled her waist. I knew from earlier that the back was nothing but a string that disappeared between her ass cheeks. She was nervously playing with the bottom of her shirt, waiting for my acceptance. I smiled and nodded and resumed the foot massage.

I could see the relief on her face and I felt the tension leave her body as she embraced the 'new normal' of our relationship. I rubbed her feet for a few more minutes, enjoying the natural feel of them, and then I turned my body so I was facing her, with the arm of the sofa at my back and her heels pointed toward my stomach. I stretched out my right leg between her and the back of the couch, with my left leg hanging off and my foot resting on the carpet. She stared at me, wondering what I was up to.

"Just getting more comfortable," I said as I rubbed her arch with the heel of my hand. I encircled her ankle with my hands and began to massage up her lower leg. She moaned slightly as I kneaded her muscles. I then lifted her ankle up onto my shoulder and worked on her thigh. This was the first time I had massaged the upper part of her leg and I felt goose pimples appear. Her breath came more rapidly. "Is this okay?" I asked.

She nodded her head and said in a barely audible voice, "It feels good..."

I nodded and smiled, then looked down to ogle the real reason I had done this. With her leg resting on my shoulder, I could see the entire left side of her outer labia which had slipped outside the bounds of the thong. Also visible was the area where the bottom of the triangle of material met the string that continued up into her backside. I could almost see her puckered butthole peeking out over both sides of the string.

I placed her left leg back down to rest on my thigh and picked up her right leg, working the same muscles, first in her shin and calf, and then continuing on to her thigh. Again, I stretched her leg, drawing it outward until the other side of her labia was sticking out of the thong. When I set her leg down again, the bottom of the triangle completely disappeared, with her outer lips touching around the material. I was getting really turned on, and there was now no way to deny my arousal. My shorts were tenting, my cock at about half-mast. Thankfully, it wouldn't be visible to Becca unless she sat up.

Without warning, I picked up her foot and touched it to my nose, inhaling the sweaty aroma of a foot that had been closed up in a shoe for most of the day. I stuck my tongue out and licked her sole. She jumped slightly, her eyes opening suddenly and stared at me in surprise. She didn't pull her foot away, however. My eyes held hers and I continued to lick the sweat off of her foot, jamming my tongue between her toes. I sucked her toes and made sure they were as clean as the rest of her foot. As I picked up the other foot and began to bathe it with my tongue, I noticed her eyes were squeezed shut and she was breathing heavily. Her hand kept creeping downward toward her panties, only to catch herself and draw it back before she got there. This happened a couple times before I reluctantly pulled her toes out of my mouth and said, "It's okay, you know..."

Her eyes shot open and she nervously said, "What?"

"What you want to do right now. It's perfectly okay. I'm just trying to give you pleasure and I can tell you are feeling it. You want to touch yourself right now. I'm telling you that it's okay. Do what comes naturally. Make yourself feel good like you did this morning when I saw you."

Her eyes were as wide as I'd ever seen them and she was shivering. "But...you are right here with me..." she responded.

"You saw me watching you earlier. I was standing just over at the corner. This is no different. After I walked away, I assume you finished. Just do what you would do if I wasn't here right now."

Her breathing became even heavier, to the point that she was nearly hyperventilating. I smiled at her and continued to rub her leg as I kissed and licked her toes. Finally, she settled back into the pillow again, her body twitching as I touched her. Her hand had pushed the bottom of her shirt up above her stomach and she was rubbing around her belly in circles, each time getting a little closer to her panties. Suddenly, and to my surprise, she sat up and reached around her, pulling her uniform shirt over her head. She lay back down in just her lacy little A-cup bra. Her hands continued rubbing her belly as I made love to her feet with my tongue and mouth.

She gradually got her breathing under control and some sort of calm washed over her. Her right hand crept slowly under the front of her panties until I could see her fingers sticking out underneath the bottom of the triangle. She adjusted her thong to give herself more room for her hand and then she drew her fingers back up and began a rhythmic movement beneath the lavender triangle of cotton.

I looked up and her eyes were shut. She was in her own world right now. Her left hand reached under the right cup of her bra and pushed it over the top and out of the way, rubbing and pulling on her pink, puffy nipple. I was rock hard, straining against my cotton shorts. I had to take care of myself. I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Becca," I whispered. I didn't want to break the spell she was under, but I felt I needed to ask her permission for me to take this next step. If she wasn't ready, I could bring this whole house of cards crashing down on my head.

Her eyes opened and she fixed me with a glassy stare.

"Would it be okay with you if I also give myself pleasure?" 

She nodded so quickly that I wasn't sure if she understood what I was asking. 

"You know that I will have to be exposed while I do that, right? I can't do it inside my shorts..."

I saw clarity in her eyes for a moment and she stopped masturbating, her hand unmoving under the front of her panties.

"Are you all right with that? I won't do it if you are uncomfortable. I just thought that since your eyes were closed anyway, you wouldn't mind if I took care of myself..." My heart thumped in my chest, waiting for a response.

Finally her hand began its rhythmic movement again and she closed her eyes and nodded a definite 'yes'.

I couldn't believe it. My step-daughter was masturbating in front of me, and had given me permission to do the same. I popped the button on the front of my shorts and my cock sprang out and pointed toward the sky. I grabbed the lotion from the end table behind me and squirted some in my hand. Rubbing it onto myself, I grabbed her foot and continued licking the smooth, pink skin. I was in heaven. I couldn't remember ever being so turned on.

I was close. I had to slow down. I didn't want to come before Becca did. With excruciating self-control I took my hand off of my dick and grabbed onto both of her feet, bringing them to my mouth. I licked the arches of her feet and popped both of her big toes into my mouth simultaneously. Her legs were already slightly bent at the knees, so I spread her legs, allowing me to press the soles of her feet flat against each other. The rhythm of her masturbation increased to the point that her fingers were strumming over her clit like she was playing a banjo. The vigorous movement had pushed her thong to the side and I had an unobstructed view of her extremely lubricated vulva, which was beginning to pulse with the beginnings of her orgasm. There was a line of white discharge running from the opening of her vagina down over her asshole, and pooling beneath her on the sofa cushion. Her bra had been pushed up off of both breasts and her tiny pink nipples stood out like pencil erasers. Her left hand alternated back and forth, pulling and rubbing on each of them in turn. Her eyes had remained closed the entire time.

I could tell she was close, so I placed her left ankle on my right shoulder and grabbed my dick and started stroking again. Suddenly, her breaths came in a short staccato, and she started to whimper. Her left hand shot down to her crotch and she jammed two fingers inside herself, stroking in and out, while her other hand was flicking across her clit. The skin around her asshole began to pulse in strong contractions and her eyes flew open. She held my gaze and moaned loudly as her eyes squinted and her stomach muscles tightened up, forcing herself off of the pillow each time she had a contraction down below.

The scene was too much for me. I exploded and the first shot of cum rocketed into the air and landed on my leg.

Becca gasped as I ejaculated. She lay back into her pillow, coming down from her orgasm, and watched as my cum spurted out, covering my hand and my chest. I had wanted to shoot it on her, but I didn't want to freak her out. Baby steps.

After my orgasm, we were both panting, trying to catch our breath. Reality suddenly set in and she pulled her legs back, curling into a tight ball on the other side of the sofa and grabbed a pillow to cover herself.

"Are you all right?" I asked through labored breathing.

She shook her head and it looked as if she was going to cry. I pulled my t-shirt off and wiped the cum off of myself, then I shoved my dick back into my shorts and buttoned up. I scooted closer to her and took her hand in mine.

"Talk to me. Be open. What are you thinking and feeling right now?"

"I can't believe I did that," she said with a shaky voice.

"You didn't do anything wrong," I replied.

"You saw EVERYTHING. And I masturbated in front of you—my stepdad! It FEELS so wrong..."

"It shouldn't feel wrong. You were born naked. Your body is your body, and it is absolutely gorgeous. You masturbated...so what. That is a natural act, which all humans partake in. And frankly, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever witnessed. To see you in your purest form, naked and in a state of bliss...I will never be ashamed of that. It was an honor, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

She chewed on her thumbnail and I could see the wheels turning in her head.

"Did you really think it was beautiful?" she asked.

"Oh my god, yes. Are you kidding me? You are the most beautiful girl I know—certainly cuter than any of your friends. Your body is spectacular. Any guy would be incredibly lucky to have you as his girlfriend. And as far as masturbation goes, like I said, it's purely natural...and yes, it was BEYOND beautiful. This is your house. You live here, and you should be able to feel free to express yourself any way you want—even sexually. You will never be judged by me. Now, your mom...that's another story. We're going to have to work on her to get her to see things the way we do. But, whenever it's just you and me? You can be as open and relaxed as you want to be. So...what do you think?"

"I think..." she began. She paused for a few seconds as she collected her thoughts. "I think...that I like being naked around the house..." She smiled mischievously and blushed.

"I like being naked around the house too." I smiled back. "And...I like YOU being naked around the house. It shows that you trust me and that you understand that I won't judge you for it."

She smiled brightly at that and stopped biting on her nail. Taking a deep breath, she took the pillow away and tossed it on the other side of the sectional. Her bra was sitting above her breasts anyway, so she reached behind her and took it off. She threw it on top of the pillow she had just discarded. Then she stood up and began to slide her panties down. The string caught in the middle for a brief second and then snapped out like a bowstring. The panties joined her bra in a pile and she stood there for my inspection, waiting for me to say something.

Her figure was amazing. Her little breasts sat high and firm on her chest. The nipples were still hard on top of her puffy, pink areolas. Her stomach was perfectly flat and had a small piercing in the navel. Her pubic hair was a small triangle atop her mound, trimmed short, with razor stubble around the sides. Her vulva, which was red and puffy, was still engorged from her vigorous masturbation.

"Absolutely stunning. You should definitely do this more often," I said with a grin. She smiled back and I said, "How did you feel about masturbating in front of me so openly?"

She started to fidget and her eyes darted around. Her face became red again. "I...I was really turned on when you were licking my feet. I don't know what it is, but it's like a switch flipped in me. Just a few days ago I was really disgusted by the thought of someone even touching my feet...and now it's all I think about. I LOVE it. Every time I think about it, I want to masturbate. And doing it in front of you was an even bigger turn-on. Just to know that someone is watching me do something so private...my heart was pounding so hard that it felt like I might pass out. And watching you...was..."

"Was what?" I asked, though I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

"It was...really hot." I hadn't thought her face could get any redder, but it did.

I chuckled and patted my leg and said, "Sit down."

She hesitated for a couple seconds and then came over, planting her bare ass on my lap. Her feet were still on the floor, but her torso was turned inward so that she could look at me. I had a great view of her ass and breasts. My dick was already stirring.

"You know how I feel about feet, right?" She nodded. "I think it has to do with the fact that I am so in touch with my senses. I love smelling and tasting things...even things that some people might consider 'gross'." She nodded again.

"For instance, this morning when you came into my office and sat on my lap, I could smell your panties after you had masturbated in them."

A worried expression washed over her face and she covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, no...was it gr—"

"Don't even say it," I said, cutting her off. "It was NOT gross. I actually liked it a lot...it was a huge turn-on." All of this talk with Becca's bare ass on my lap, had me almost fully engorged.

She thought about what I said and seemed to come to a decision. She nodded and shifted a bit in my lap. She had to have felt the pressure of my hard cock trying to launch her off of my lap.

"I enjoy your various scents very much, Becca. And it has me wondering what we are going to do about that." I pointed to the silver dollar-sized spot of white discharge that had oozed out of her pussy onto the sofa cushion.

She must not have noticed it, because there was a look of shock and embarrassment on her face. She spread her legs slightly and reached down, drawing her finger up through the folds of her vagina and ending up with a dollop of sticky, white fluid on her finger. She looked disgusted and I felt her start to stand up. I wrapped my arm around her waist, keeping her firmly planted on my lap.

"Wait... May I?"

It took her only a couple seconds to understand my meaning, and she began to shake her head.

"It's part of you. It's not 'gross' or 'repulsive'. Smell it. It's a byproduct of your pleasure. It smells of ecstasy."

Tentatively, she held her finger up to her nose and took a whiff. She pulled it away quickly. Then she smelled it again. Her lips parted ever so slightly and I could tell what she was thinking.

"Taste it," I coached. "You should know what you taste like, so you won't be self-conscious about your scent anymore."

Becca stuck her tongue out and barely touched the tip of her tongue to the white fluid. She grimaced a little and said, "It's kind of salty...and it smells funny..."

"I think it's wonderful," I said, taking her hand. I brought her fingers to my nose and drew in a deep breath. The pungent musk from not only the discharge, but also from her masturbation was like an electric jolt to my balls. I stuck it in my mouth and sucked the cream off of her finger. It was sticky and the taste was out of this world. She stared at me like I had two heads. 'Uh oh', I thought. I hoped I hadn't taken it too far.

"Wow, Tim." She was shaking her head in disbelief. "There is really not much about my body that disgusts you, is there?"

"There is NOTHING about your body that disgusts me. Any scent or odor that comes from your body is natural and clean. As I said yesterday, you shower every day. If you were a dirty person, I might be disgusted, but, that's not the case."

She glanced over to the discharge on the sofa cushion.

"Try it," I said.

She stood up and immediately my cock sprung straight up. She couldn't help staring and smiling for a few seconds, which was perfectly okay with me. She knelt in front of the sofa and bent down, sniffing the white spot. Her tongue poked out and touched it, then drew back into her mouth. Again it snaked out and this time she took a large lick, scooping up most of the discharge. Moving it around in her mouth, tasting it, she had a neutral look on her face. Finally she swallowed. Then she bent over and licked up the rest of the spot. As she did, I noticed her hand move down between her legs. I reached down and gave my cock a quick stroke through my shorts. Holy shit. I couldn't believe I was ready to go again so quickly.

After she was done cleaning up the sticky area, she sat back down on the sofa, extricating her hand from between her legs. She brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed, then stuck them in her mouth. She looked as if she had found a brand new toy, and she couldn't play with it enough.

I stood up and walked to the other side of the sectional, grabbing the lavender panties that she had been wearing since she had left for work. I sat back in my usual place. Her eyes were big and her face was flushed. She knew what I was going to do.

There was a good amount of wetness and even a small spot of white cream in the middle. I held them up to my face and breathed in the intoxicating scent. Becca had lain back down on the sofa and her hand was once again between her legs, which were bent at the knees. Since she was now completely nude, I had a gynecologist's view. I turned my body sideways, facing her on the couch as we had been before, popped the button on my shorts and took my dick in hand. I stuck my tongue out and licked the panties clean. I even smelled and licked the back string, which had been snugly nestled against her anus. It tasted equally as wonderful.




A Foot Massage for Becca Ch. 03



I wrapped the damp panties around the head of my cock, using them to masturbate with. Becca wasn't holding back anymore, strumming furiously on her clit. As I was concentrating on my cock, her foot planted itself on my face, covering my mouth and nose. It caught me by surprise. But, not being one to let an opportunity pass me by, I grabbed it and began sucking her toes for all I was worth.

Within a couple minutes, Becca was close to orgasm, and a new trail of white cream was running down her ass onto the sofa. I was almost there, myself. Her body became rigid and her toes curled in my mouth. As I watched, her asshole puckered with contractions and she practically screamed. To my surprise, she actually squirted a little bit, the wet stream landing a few inches away from her pussy. I came into the thong with such force that it actually hurt. I had to push her toes out of my mouth for fear of biting them. I bucked as I held the thin lavender material to my dick.

Afterwards, we both lay there panting and Becca began to laugh. There were so many emotions wrapped up in that laugh that it made me laugh too. I saw true happiness in her eyes. There was relief also, at being so free and not being judged for it. I could only guess at everything that was running through her mind.

She sat up and looked between her legs, exclaiming, "Oh my god!"

I cleaned myself off with the panties and put my dick away. Then, I turned and knelt between her legs, smelling the spot of cream and the fluid that she had squirted out. I couldn't help but lift my eyes to the exquisitely beautiful vulva right in front of me. The deep pink folds were so wet, and the scent that was emanating from her sex was intoxicating.

She sat up and got on her knees to smell the area with me. I stuck my tongue out and licked the wetness, which had a distinct sweetness to it, and scooped part of the creamy spot into my mouth. She finished it off by licking up the rest. Her gorgeous brown hair was plastered to her sweaty face as she breathed heavily in and out. I kissed her forehead, tasting the sweat.

"That was amazing," I said. "Thank you so much. Your beauty far surpasses anything I have ever seen. And the fact that you trust me this much; that you can share your most intimate moments with me...it fills my heart with love for you."

"Thank you, Tim. For opening my eyes to new things, and for helping me to get over some of the hang-ups I had about my body. She kissed me on the forehead as well, and then stood up, grabbing her clothes from the other side of the sofa. She held out her hand, and I realized I still had her thong, which was now covered with my cum, wadded in a ball in my palm. I handed it to her and she said, "I think I need to sleep."

I nodded my head, taking in her beautiful naked body, and stood up. She walked over and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a long, lingering hug. My hands were on her warm, bare back and I rubbed it as we hugged. I dared to let my hand drop and I could feel the curve at the top of her ass. She let me go after a moment and walked upstairs. I heard the bathroom door close.

I took a minute to gather my thoughts about everything that had happened. The progress that had been made today was immense. She had gone from barely being able to admit that she had masturbated, to actually doing it right in front of me while she had no clothes on. That was huge.

I remembered that we only had one more night together before my wife returned from her business trip the following morning. I was sad. Not because I didn't love my wife. I did. But, I knew that when she came back it would completely change the dynamic in the house. I hoped that we could slowly acclimate Joan to our new way of thinking. I knew it would take her a lot longer than it had Becca, and the thought depressed me.

I walked up the stairs and saw that Becca was done in the bathroom, and her bedroom door was closed. I went into the bathroom and took a piss. When I was done, I looked in the hamper and found her uniform shirt and pants. The socks and bra were in there as well. But, the lavender thong was missing. She must have taken it back to her room. Suddenly, I realized why she had taken the panties and it brought a smile to my face. She was taking her sense of taste to the next level.

I couldn't wait to wake up in the morning. Since it was our last day alone together, I was going to make the most of it.



A Foot Massage for Becca Ch. 04



For the second day in a row, I awoke to the sound of moaning. Unlike yesterday, I knew what it was and sat up in bed with all the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. I threw my shorts on and walked to the door. As I opened it, I could clearly hear my step-daughter, Becca, lost in the throes of pleasure. As I walked down the hallway toward her bedroom I saw that her door was wide open. When I got there, the sight in front of me filled me with lust. The sexy eighteen-year-old brunette before me was lying on her bed without a stitch of clothing. Her legs were spread and her hand was jammed into her crotch, moving furiously. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed while her other hand tweaked her nipples. She hadn't noticed me so far.

I stepped into the room and walked up to the foot of her bed, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. The bed squeaked when I sat down and she opened her eyes. When she saw me she jumped and reached for the covers, purely out of instinct. I could tell by looking in her eyes that she was fighting a lifetime of social conditioning that had trained her to be modest. After a few seconds, her hand went back between her legs and she continued rhythmically stroking her clit. Her legs flattened out and her toes began curling and uncurling as she stared me directly in the eyes. She raised her left foot and it stopped right in front of my face, the toes wiggling at me. I knew what she wanted. I took her foot in my hand and started sucking on her toes. Her head fell back and she began moaning again. Within a few minutes her orgasm was almost there. Her toes began clenching again and her breath came in short gasps. Without warning, her foot was yanked out of my hands as she pulled her knees up to her chest, her fingers rubbing her clit like she was trying to start a fire. Her entire pubic area was exposed to me, including her pink, puckered little butthole. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath as her vaginal muscles contracted violently. She let out a scream that would have awakened everyone in the house, if there had been anyone there but me. A thin stream of liquid squirted out of her vagina as she bucked, riding her orgasm to completion.

Her legs dropped to the bed and her eyes closed in exhaustion. I smiled to myself. She had certainly come a long way. Just a few short days ago, she was extremely inhibited and self-conscious about her body. She worried that she smelled bad and it had been holding her back from enjoying some of the more pleasurable aspects of life. Through patience and trust, she was shedding those inhibitions to the point where she could walk around without clothes on and even openly masturbate in front of me.

"Bravo!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands.

She smiled weakly and playfully kicked me in the leg. I stood and walked around to the side of the bed, sitting down where I could reach her face.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I said as I stroked her shiny, dark hair. "Are you actually getting up this early?"

She shook her head and said, "I'm still tired." She flipped over onto her belly, burying her face in the pillow.

I was suddenly faced with the beautiful skin of her bare back and behind. How could I resist? I placed my hands on her back and began to give her a massage. She groaned happily as I began to work her trapezius muscles, between her neck and shoulders. I pinched the back of her neck, then moved down her back in long strokes with the heels of my hands, working my way outward from her spine toward her sides. I did this all the way down to the top of her butt, then worked my way back up to her neck. I massaged her arms from her shoulders, down to her hands.

Touching her nude body was already working on my cock and I was pitching a pretty good tent in my shorts.

She seemed completely at ease with my touch so I decided to push the envelope a little further. I stood up, walked back to the foot of the bed and knelt at her feet. Placing each knee on the outside of her legs, I massaged my way up her calves and thighs, almost to the crease at the bottom of her ass. She hadn't shown any signs that I should stop, so I dared to continue. I crawled up the bed so that I was straddling her thighs. Using the heels of my hands, I started at the top of her ass, rubbing outward toward her sides. I worked my way down incrementally, spreading her cheeks farther and farther apart with each pull. I restarted from the bottom, pushing upward and outward, and her pink, creamy pussy and tight little butthole were fully on display.

I was now rock hard.

I couldn't believe she hadn't stopped me. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was normal, but not heavy, as if she were in a deep sleep. She had to have just fallen asleep, though. She was unresponsive to everything I was doing.

Pushing my luck even further, I stopped all pretense of a massage and just pulled her ass cheeks apart and stared. Her sexy, puckered little asshole looked so tight and inviting. What I wouldn't give to bury my tongue in there. Moving my thumbs down, I spread the skin around her labia, pulling her pussy wide enough to gape her vagina. If I had had a flashlight, I probably could have seen her cervix. What I could see was wet and creamy with lubrication. She would have taken my cock with ease. I wanted so badly to save her the trouble of a shower and lick her entire body clean.

Realizing that if I made one wrong move and crossed a line she wasn't ready to cross all of this would end, I let go of her and crawled backwards to the foot of the bed. I quietly walked to the door ready to head back to my room.

"Tim..."

My head jerked back to my naked step-daughter, who I thought had been sleeping. "Yes?" I asked, suddenly panicked.

She lifted her head off the pillow and looked at me with bright, beautiful eyes. "Thanks for the massage."

"You're welcome," I said, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice.

Becca let her head fall to the pillow and closed her eyes again.

I walked quickly back to my room, leaving my door open. What had just happened? Had she been awake for that last part or did I wake her when I crawled off the bed? The uncertainty was worrisome, but also exciting.

I yanked my shorts off, jumped onto the bed and jacked myself off in record time. Unfortunately, Becca must have truly fallen asleep, because she didn't catch me masturbating as I had hoped. I made my way to the shower and got ready for my work day. Since I worked from home and had been enjoying the newfound freedom that Becca and I had established, I made the executive decision not to get dressed after my shower and work in the nude.

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A couple hours later I heard Becca's footsteps in the hallway. I had left my office door open, so I glanced out and saw her naked form enter the bathroom and start the shower. She left the door open. I had to admit...I was loving this.

I stood up and walked into the bathroom without knocking. Standing in front of the toilet, I relaxed my bladder and the piss began to flow, making a loud splashing sound as it hit the water. The shower curtain flew halfway open and Becca gasped.

"Jeez, Tim! You scared me! I didn't even hear you come in!"

"Sorry, sweetie. I had to go. I didn't mean to scare you."

We stared at each other for a moment and her eyes dropped to my dick, watching me piss. It was something she had probably never seen before. After a few seconds, her eyes met mine again and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly as she pulled the curtain. She closed it far enough that most of the water wasn't spraying out, but she left a gap large enough that we could still see each other. As she showered, she continued to glance at my dick. I couldn't complain. I had eye-fucked her with a vengeance this morning. Adding to all of the attention she was showing my cock was the fact that she was wet and nude which was having a thickening effect on me. I was glad I was almost done pissing, because I wouldn't have been able to finish if it had lasted much longer.

After the flow stopped, I shook off, then tore off a square of toilet paper to dab the tip dry. I wouldn't have normally done that, but I wasn't wearing anything and I didn't feel like getting piss drips on my legs. I gave her a wink and headed back to my office.

I was trying to catch up on some emails when I heard the shower stop. I glanced over my shoulder through both doorways and saw Becca drying off. As she rubbed the towel vigorously through her hair it made her little breasts jiggle back and forth. Everything about this girl was erotic to me. I went back to my computer, pretending to work. I was stroking myself.

After a couple minutes her bare feet padded into my office and as was our morning custom, she leaned over from behind my chair and gave me a hug.

"Good morning!" she said, more alert than was normal for her in the morning.

"Good morning, gorgeous." I responded. I could feel her nipple poking into my shoulder. After she released me I spun my chair around and smiled at her, drinking in her nudity. When she saw my fully erect cock, her expression nearly made me laugh. She was holding her breath and her eyes were as big around as saucers. She couldn't take them off of my dick.

"What are you up to today?" I asked. She looked into my eyes and I made sure she saw me glance down and ogle her breasts, continuing my leer to her freshly shaved vulva. There was no longer any pubic hair above her slit and the stubble around her labia was gone. Her lips looked swollen and bright pink. My cock twitched in response.

"Were you..." She couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence.

"Was I what?" I asked.

"Were you...masturbating?" Her face turned a deeper shade of pink. I thought it was funny that it was harder for her to talk about masturbation than it was to do it in front of me.

"I was," I answered. "I've been very turned on the last few days. Enjoying your feet as much as I have and seeing your exceptionally beautiful naked body, not to mention watching you masturbate...I've barely been able to keep my hand away from my dick for days."

Hearing my frank, explicit words made her blush even more, but she smiled too. She stared at me and bit her bottom lip.

"I've masturbated more in the last few days than I have for months," she admitted.

"How are you feeling about everything?" I asked with genuine concern. I loved this new aspect to our relationship, but I didn't want to leave her with regrets, if she wasn't completely on board with this.

She stood there and shrugged her shoulders slightly, looking a little sad.

I slapped my thigh and said, "Have a seat." There were no other chairs in my office. My lap was the only other seat available.

She looked back at my twitching erection, unsure if she could actually sit on my lap nude.

"Let's talk," I said as I patted my thigh again, daring her to be bold.

She eyed my dick one more time and slowly sat sideways on my lap, her moist lips making contact with my thigh. She had sat closer to my knee, making sure my penis wasn't touching her.

"Come a little closer," I encouraged. "We are both simply human beings covered in freshly-washed skin. There is nothing about either of us that is dirty or scary."

She nervously scooted herself up until my throbbing member was resting alongside her hip.

"See? Nothing to fear. My penis is touching you, and your vagina is touching me. The sky didn't fall on either of us," I said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes and smiled.

"So, tell me what's wrong."

"I don't know," she began. Her eyes were suddenly downcast. "I guess...I've just been thinking about how things have been...here in the house with just you and me...and I know that mom comes back from her business trip tomorrow morning...and..."

"And?" I asked.

"And I'm sad that everything is going to be the way it was before. Being naked around the house makes me feel free. I've NEVER felt that in my life! And I never would have dreamed I could be comfortable enough to masturbate in front of ANYONE, let alone my step-dad. You have made me feel so relaxed and secure with my body. I was so self-conscious before and now I don't feel that way. I don't want to lose this feeling."

Her words were breaking my heart, because in truth, I was feeling the same way. I loved my wife dearly. She turned me on like no other, except maybe for her daughter. I didn't want this newfound freedom to disappear either, but I knew it would. At least until we could ease Joan into our new lifestyle. And it was a possibility that we might NEVER get her to go along. That was something I didn't want to think about.

I pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her breasts into my chest. My dick was squeezed between us.

"I love you, Becca. I wish I could tell you that nothing would change tomorrow, but I can't. We just have to do our best to carefully show your mom bit by bit how these changes could benefit our family."

I stroked her hair as she began to cry. With our bodies so tightly together, her shaking and sobbing was rubbing the underside of my glans against her hip. As much as I wanted to console her, I suddenly couldn't concentrate on anything but my dick. After a minute she began to calm down but I couldn't help letting out a groan. She sat up and stared at me with her tear-streaked face. It was everything I could do not to come. I squeezed my eyes shut and pictured Rosie O'Donnell and my orgasm backed off.

When I opened my eyes, Becca was staring at my cock. The head was swollen and red and there was a drop of pre-cum that had begun to run down the underside. Slowly, her hand reached for my dick. I almost didn't believe what I was seeing. She wrapped her slender fingers around my erection and wiped the pre-cum away with her thumb. My cock twitched and throbbed at her touch and I groaned again. She looked at me and then at her thumb. She raised it to her nose and sniffed, then licked the pre-cum off of her thumb.

I sat there in disbelief, watching this previously shy, self-conscious girl tasting my semen. What she did next shocked me even more. She stood up from my lap, spread her legs slightly, dipped her middle finger as far into her vagina as she could and drew it back out with the tip covered in creamy, white discharge. She held her finger in front of my nose and I inhaled her feminine musk deeply into my senses. Then, she pressed the tip to my lips and I opened my mouth to accept her beautiful gift. I licked and sucked her finger clean, savoring the taste.

We stared at each other silently for a moment and she said, "It was only fair."

I smiled and said, "Thank you."

Becca smiled back and wiped the wetness off my leg where she'd been sitting. She licked her hand clean and walked out of the room.

That did it. I HAD to come.

I gripped my erection and within thirty seconds I was spewing gobs of cum all over myself. As I came down from my orgasm I suddenly became very depressed and secretly wished my wife wasn't coming back tomorrow.

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After cleaning myself up and trying to concentrate on work for another hour or so I went to look for Becca and make sure she was all right. Her bedroom door was open, but the room was empty. I walked down the stairs to the kitchen and then the living room, but she wasn't in either of those rooms. Glancing out the window I noticed that her car was gone. I wondered how long she was going to be out. I had hoped to spend some more time with her before she left for work, which shouldn't have been for another couple hours. The cloud that had been hanging over my head suddenly got darker. I shuffled back up to my office and buried my head in my work.

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Becca didn't come home before her shift started, which meant she must have taken her Burger Barn uniform with her. I didn't know what to think. Had I made some gigantic mistake? Was she rethinking this whole thing? Was she trying to prepare herself for her mother's return in the morning by putting some distance between us? I tried to remain positive, but my doubts kept creeping in and I began to get angry with myself.

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At around 6pm I went to the Burger Barn hoping to catch Becca on her break, but she was nowhere in sight. I asked one of her co-workers what time her break started and he said that she had already left and would probably be back in about fifteen minutes. I sat in the lobby eating a greasy burger and fries for which I had no appetite. After twenty-five minutes I had still not seen her. I walked to the front counter and peeked into the back area. She was back to work, pulling a basket of fries out of a vat. She must have come in the back door, because I definitely hadn't seen her walk past me. She glanced out toward the front counter and I raised my hand trying to get her attention, but she quickly looked down. She either hadn't seen me or was ignoring me. I didn't want to think about the latter and what that might mean, so I drove back to the house feeling more miserable than ever.

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At twenty minutes after ten I was in my usual spot on the sectional sofa dressed in my night shorts and a t-shirt, nursing a glass of iced tea. I had hoped to be dressed in nothing, intent on taking our relationship even further, but after the events of today I was thinking that I would be lucky if she even spoke to me.

I glanced at the clock to see it was around the time she almost always got home. After waiting for twenty more minutes I began to worry. Just as I was thinking of making phone calls to some of her friends, I heard her tires in the driveway.

Becca walked in and hung her hat and keys on the hook beside the door. She walked into the living room looking upset. Her face was red. Her hair was tousled and her makeup had run, as if she'd been crying. She slipped off her work shoes and for the first time this week, she wasn't wearing socks.

"Are you okay?" I asked, not really wanting to hear her answer. My glass was empty, so I set it on the end table next to the bottle of lotion that I always kept there.

She said nothing and instead walked directly over to me, straddled my thighs and kissed me hard and deeply, jamming her tongue into my mouth. I was so stunned for a moment that I started to back away. She was persistent, however, and before I knew what was happening I was making out with my step-daughter.

Something had changed. She was different—hungry. She was asserting herself in a way I had never seen. Her hands were holding my face on both sides and she was trying to shove her tongue as far as she could down my throat. I allowed her the freedom to explore every part of my mouth. She was in control tonight, there was no doubt.

She pulled back and said, "Sorry I was late."

I had to catch my breath. "I was starting to get a little worried."

"Worried? Why?" she asked.

"I...I kind of thought that maybe you were mad at me..."

"Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you, silly?" A devilish grin suddenly spread across her face and she whispered in my ear. "I masturbated after work in my car...right there in the Burger Barn parking lot."

I smiled and said, "I stopped by to see you around the time of your break, but I didn't see you then either. I thought you were avoiding me."

Her face turned pink and she said sheepishly, "I masturbated on my break, too."

I smiled again and relaxed as the anxiety left my body. "In your car?"

She shook her head, playing coy.

"Where?"

She leaned into my ear again and whispered, "Behind the dumpster."

I laughed and she playfully slapped my chest a couple times, telling me to stop laughing at her.

"I couldn't help it!" she said with a pout. "It's all your fault!"

I grabbed her face and sucked her pouty, pink lower lip into my mouth. We kissed for a couple more minutes and then she yanked my t-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. I gladly reciprocated, tossing hers away as well. She leaned back in my lap, bringing her legs up in front of her and shoved her bare feet in my face. I immediately grabbed them and began to drink in their extremely pungent odor. They smelled much stronger than they usually did when she got home from work—most likely because she hadn't been wearing socks in her shoes. I didn't care in the least little bit, as I inhaled their powerful perfume and began washing them with my tongue.




A Foot Massage for Becca Ch. 04



All my doubts and worries had been forgotten as I lifted her to the side and dropped her on the sofa, grabbing for her zipper and pulling her pants off inside out. I tossed them on the floor and began to crawl on top of her but she stopped me with a foot against my chest.

"Wait," she said, suddenly seeming nervous. "Suck my toes."

I ran my hand back through my hair, trying to regain my composure, and sat back against the arm of the sofa, facing Becca, with her feet in front of me. I was breathing heavily, eyeing her in her matching black bra and panties, which had a dark, wet spot of considerable size in the front. Even with her messed up eye makeup, which had run and streaked, she had never looked more desirable.

I lifted her left foot to my mouth and gently began to lick her soft, pink heel and sole. I covered every inch of her foot with my tongue, making my way up to her cute little toes. I sucked each one thoroughly, running my tongue between them as I went.

Becca's hand went automatically between her legs and started softly rubbing her clit through her panties.

After I finished with her left foot, I did the same with the right, showing the same gentle, loving care. Most of the odor was now gone, because I had given her feet such a thorough tongue bath.

Becca's fingers had picked up the pace and she was close to orgasm already, so I continued to lick and suck her toes until they curled in my mouth and she came with a wail. The damp spot in her panties grew before my eyes.

I was sporting a major erection in my shorts and wanted nothing more than to yank them off and fuck her madly. But, this was her race. She was the driver. I was just along for the ride.

After she recovered, she stared at me with a lust that surprised me. Lifting her butt off the couch, she pulled off her panties and held them up to her nose. She turned them around for me to see the entire black crotch covered in a layer of creamy, white fluid. Her eyes drew into mischievous slits and she jumped up and crawled on top of me, shoving the panties into my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked and sucked the sharp, tangy discharge out of the panties, breathing in the exotic, musky scent of eighteen-year-old vagina. She wasn't exactly being careful and my face was now wet with her cream. Tossing the panties on the floor, she began licking my face clean. I grabbed her head and kissed her passionately. She was straddling me, and my cock was sticking straight out in my shorts. Her creamy pussy was sliding around on my cotton covered erection.

I reached behind her and unlatched her bra. She quickly pulled it off of her arms and discarded it with the rest of her clothing and moved her puffy, pink nipple to my mouth. I lovingly opened my mouth to accept it. This was the first time I had actually gotten to play with her nipples and I enjoyed every moment. I wrapped my lips around the puffy areola, sucking gently, and flicked the nipple with my tongue. She threw her head back and moaned. I moved to the other one, sucking a little harder, and she yelped and grabbed my face, pushing it away.

She lay back down and placed her foot on my crotch, stroking me through my shorts with her bare sole. I couldn't help squeezing my eyes shut and moaning. She stuck her big toe inside the fly, next to the button, trying to release it, so I gave her a hand and popped it open. When I did, my cock sprung out, angry and red.

Becca's wide eyes fixed on it and she gripped it between both of her feet, in the area just beneath her toes. Agonizingly slowly, she began to stroke, getting used to the feeling. As she began to find a rhythm, she spread her legs wide, using more of the bottoms of her feet. I wanted to lean my head back and succumb to her touch, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her hands moved down to her vulva and she spread her lips open with her fingers, showing me every part of herself. She stared into my eyes, her little breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily.

I was in heaven. I felt a buildup of the fiercest orgasm I had ever felt. This was the pinnacle of my fantasies: my gorgeous, naked step-daughter, spread before me and stroking my cock with her pristine, pink feet. I began to tremble. I tried holding back as long as I could, delaying the inevitable end of the most erotic moment of my life. By the time I reached my climax I was clenching my teeth and shaking like a fat hooker on a cold night. A growl issued from my throat and the first shot of cum blasted from my dick and hit Becca right in the chin. She jumped and her mouth gaped in surprise at the distance I had achieved. I bucked and moaned as the contractions hit my balls like a hammer. It felt like someone was literally squeezing the cum out of me. I rode my orgasm all the way to the end and collapsed against the arm of the couch.

I'm not sure, but I might have lost consciousness for a moment. When I looked up I saw Becca with a huge smile on her face. She was chewing on her bottom lip with a huge gob of cum hanging from her chin. The remainder of my seed was spread from her belly to her pussy, with some landing on the couch between us.

I nervously waited to see what she would do. I didn't know if she had fully thought through what might eventually happen when she began to stroke me with her feet.

She reached up with her hand and wiped off her chin. She looked at the thick gob of cum, spreading her fingers and watching it stretch in between. Then, to my surprise, she stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. She glanced at me, to see my reaction. When I simply smiled, she began to collect all of the cum off of her belly, licking her fingers each time. Then, she brought each of her feet to her mouth and cleaned off her toes with her tongue. Lastly, she sat up and cleaned the few spots that had dropped onto the sofa cushion.

Becca was now kneeling between my legs with her ass in the air and her face within inches of my cock. She shot me a look and then stared at my dick, which was still semi-rigid and twitching at her. She had looked as if she wanted to finish her clean up job. I had thought that she would wipe me off with her hand, but to my amazement, she wrapped her petite hand around my cock and lifted it to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head. I could feel her tongue cleaning me off, up and down and swishing around in her mouth. She was making sure that every last drop of cum was thoroughly cleaned off of me.

I groaned, and my cock went from semi-rigid to rigid in no time flat. Her eyes widened as she realized what she had done. She stared up at me and began to suck, taking more of me in her mouth. Unfortunately, I was still really sensitive from the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and I had to stop her.

"Give me a few minutes, sweetie." I leaned back against the arm rest and she crawled on top of me and straddled my lap.

She looked me in the eyes and said, "You want to hear a secret?"

"Sure," I replied.

"That wasn't the first time I tasted your cum."

"It wasn't?" I said, playing along. The fact that she said 'your cum' instead of 'you' was hot.

She shook her head, smiling naughtily. "When you came in my panties last night, I took them to my room and licked them clean."

I smiled and said, "I know."

"What? How do you know?" she said, shocked and slightly embarrassed.

"When I went to the bathroom, I saw all of your clothes in the hamper except your panties. I knew what you were going to do with them."

She smiled and her face colored.

"Do you want to know how I knew what you were going to do with them?"

She nodded and looked genuinely curious.

"Because I've been licking your panties clean for days...since that first night I gave you a foot massage."

As she thought about what I had said, her eyes got huge and she looked like she might be offended at the violation.

"Don't be upset," I said. "I was simply enjoying myself, the way you are now. I just knew before you did how pleasurable it could be to smell and taste another person."

She still looked like she might be mad. Her eyes were boring a hole into my head. "You're bad."

"Tell me something I don't know," I replied with a smirk.

"You want to hear another secret?" she said.

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled.

"I was awake this morning."

This time I wasn't sure what she was talking about and gave her a quizzical look.

"When you were giving me the butt massage...you were spreading me open down there...and I let you...I wanted you to smell me and lick me down there so badly..."

So, she had been awake after all. I suspected, but hadn't been sure. And now, to hear her admit that she wanted me to eat her pussy... "I wanted to. More than you know," I replied.

"Why didn't you?"

"I wasn't sure if you were ready. I didn't want to make a mistake and hurt you..."

"I don't think you could ever hurt me. You have shown me more love than just about anyone in my entire life." She began to tear up and I kissed her lips gently.

"I love you more than I've ever loved anyone," I said, realizing I meant it.

She lay down onto the couch, pulling me on top of her, kissing me the whole way. Through her tears she asked, "Will you taste me?"

Hearing those words was like a jolt to my heart. I was truly in love with this girl. "I would love nothing more."

I kissed her face, and then her neck, and made my way down her chest, stopping to gently suck on her nipples once again. She grabbed the back of my head, holding me to her breast, and moaned. Finding it hard to break free from her breasts, I eventually kissed my way down her belly and stuck my tongue in her navel, making her giggle. I bit down on her belly button ring and tugged gently, playing with her skin, then continued down and noted as the peach fuzz on her belly stopped and the smooth, shaved area of her mons pubis began.

I drew back and studied her. Her stomach was flat and smooth, with a tiny diamond navel piercing. Her angular hips flared out and tapered down as her creamy thighs continued toward her knees. With her legs together the only part of her vulva that was visible was the thin, straight line where her outer labia met in the middle. Her pubic area was pink and shiny from her depilation this morning. She was more than beautiful. She was perfect.

I looked up to see that she was staring at me, almost holding her breath. I placed my hands between her knees to open her legs. She didn't offer any resistance as I spread them as wide as I could on the sofa. Her sex opened up to me like a time-lapse video of a blossoming flower. Her eyes were wide and she was trembling.

Her inner lips were the deepest, darkest pink and engorged from her arousal. She was wet with lubrication and white, sticky discharge, and her small clitoris was clearly visible.

I licked my lips as I looked her in the eyes one more time. She swallowed nervously and I lowered my face to her. I stopped about an inch away and breathed in her natural aroma that previously I had only enjoyed second hand, from smelling her panties. It was the most exquisite scent and I drank it in deeply.

I could wait no longer. I stuck out my tongue and took a long, slow scoop right up the middle of her, like I was licking the entire length of an ice cream cone. I heard her inhale quickly, and then exhale with a sigh. Finally, I buried my face in her sex and began to eat her out. My tongue darted in and out as far as I could get it. She tasted even better than I had imagined. It was a familiar taste, from the musk at her entrance, to the richer, slightly sharp tanginess deep inside. Her panties had been a sample of the delicacy between her legs, but they couldn't compare to the real thing. Her warm, musky scent filled my nose and made my mouth water. I made my way up to her clit and flicked my tongue over it as I sucked on it gently.

Becca moaned loudly as her hand shot to the back of my head and her fingers entwined themselves in my hair. She was alternately pushing my head down and pulling my hair up. Ultimately, her indecision ended as she added her second hand and pushed my face into her vagina. I continued to suck and stroke her clit with my tongue until she was moaning continuously and mumbling unintelligible words.

I could tell she was getting close, so I pushed my first two fingers inside her opening as far as they would go. They slipped right in and I felt the ridges along the roof of her vagina, imagining how good they would feel on the head of my throbbing cock. I curled my fingers upward and began stroking her G-spot as I sucked her clit. Her voice rose in pitch and volume as I milked her to orgasm.

She let out a howl as her vagina clamped itself around my fingers. I opened my mouth just in time as she ejaculated a small stream of fluid that flew down my palm and across my tongue. Her orgasmic nectar had a slightly sweet flavor. I kept stroking inside her pussy as her contractions came, wave after wave. Her head was thrown back and she was crying out in ecstasy. It was music to my ears.

After her body relaxed I licked her clean, carefully avoiding her sensitive clit. I also cleaned off my hand and the couch, which had a rather large wet spot on the upholstery.

I couldn't take my face away from her beautiful pussy. I didn't want to stop, so I used my tongue to massage her entire area, from the creases of her thighs to her delicious vaginal opening. I couldn't get enough. Her scent, her taste...it was sexier than anything I had ever experienced.

Finally, she sat up and lifted my face to hers. She kissed me hard, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Tim..." she panted into my mouth.

"Yes?" I replied between kisses.

"That was so much more than I imagined..."

I smiled as she continued to pepper me with kisses, cleaning my face of her juices. I reached down and stroked my erection—not that it needed any help getting harder—when I felt Becca's hand over mine. I released my dick and let her take control. She pumped me with long, slow strokes as she jammed her tongue into my mouth. Eventually, she broke the kiss and pushed me back so I was lying against the arm of the sofa. She stared at me lustily and moved herself down until her face was near my cock. I waited with bated breath as she moved the throbbing head of my dick closer and closer, teasing me mercilessly. She stuck her tongue out, touching it to the tip of my cock and drawing it back with a sticky string of pre-cum stretching between.

Finally, she stopped teasing and lowered her pouty lips over the head of my dick, sucking it in. Her mouth felt warm—hot even—on my penis as she slid about half of it inside. I had been so aroused for a while and just the feel of her tongue on the underside of my shaft had me almost ready to blow. She bobbed her head, sucking me in and out and caressed me sensually with her tongue.

I could sense the familiar feeling in my balls and I knew my boys were not long for this world. As I began to get close, I grabbed Becca's head, readying myself to push her off as I came. I didn't want to force her to swallow my cum if she wasn't ready. She could tell what I was doing, though, and shook her head as she started sucking hard on the head of my cock. My stomach muscles tensed up and I could feel myself go over the point of no return. I threw my head back and groaned as my balls clenched up and contraction after contraction forced my seed into my step-daughter's warm mouth. Throughout the orgasm, she had been continuously sucking and stimulating the head of my cock, only stopping once she realized it was over.

As I came down out of the euphoria of my climax I looked to see and feel Becca's lips gently ease up over the head of my dick, careful not to let any of the semen escape. She sat there with a curious expression, moving it around in her mouth and tasting it. After a few moments she swallowed, and then looked at me and said, "I want more."

The serious expression on her face when she said it made me laugh. She smiled and punched me playfully and I grabbed her and threw her down on her back, climbing on top of her. Her legs instinctively moved apart and wrapped around my thighs. The top of my semi-erect cock snugged up between her lips and her eyes widened.

"I don't know if I'm ready for that, Tim..."

"It's okay. There's no rush. Have you enjoyed yourself so far?"

She smiled and nodded her head. I could feel her warm breath on my face and her hard nipples pressed against my chest.

"You know," I said, "there is one last place on your body that I haven't smelled or tasted."

"What place is that?" she asked with curiosity.

"Turn over," I commanded.

She thought for a moment and then she realized what I was talking about and her eyes got wide. I could tell that part of her was hanging onto her old self-conscious ways, thinking that what I was about to do was taking it too far.

"Tim...I haven't showered yet..."

"Turn over."

"But, after I ate lunch and got to work I had to go to the b—"

"I don't care. Turn over."

She was scared, thinking that I couldn't possibly enjoy what I was about to do. I applied pressure on her hips, trying to flip her over, but she was fighting me.

"Becca. I will say it again. There is absolutely NOTHING about your body that disgusts me. There isn't a single part of you I wouldn't lick clean any day of the week. I love you beyond measure and I want to show you another aspect of pleasure that you have denied yourself up until now. Will you trust me?"

She looked more frightened than she had at any point during the last three days. With a great leap of faith, through teary eyes she nodded her head.

I turned her over gently, pulling her up onto her knees and had her crawl closer to the other end of the sofa. I crawled up behind her, pushing her head down toward the cushion and sticking her butt up in the air. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her little pink, puckered hole was displayed before me like a ripe raspberry. It appeared clean, with no visible dirtiness around it.

I lowered my face to her ass and breathed in. She didn't smell clean. It was obvious she had been telling the truth about going to the bathroom at work. I moved my nose in closer, almost touching it to her sphincter and breathed in again. The slightly dirty, earthy smell was intoxicating. She began to shiver.

"Becca, the scent of your asshole, even when it isn't clean, is beyond wonderful. Everything about your body is beautiful to me...even your smell."

I focused my attention back on her ass. I couldn't stop staring at it. The anticipation was killing me, but I wanted to savor every second. Finally, I lowered my face and stuck my tongue out, sweeping it into her crack and running it over her orifice. She jumped as if she had been shocked by static electricity.

I licked her crack a second time, stopping when I got to her pink hole. I let my tongue linger there. Even though it smelled dirty, it didn't taste like anything, although I noticed a slight waxiness on my tongue. It was heavenly. I worked my tongue farther in, pressing my way past the tight sphincter until my tongue was as deep as I could get it. I swished it around and drew it back out, licking and smelling her crack again. I shoved my tongue in and out of her, masturbating her asshole orally. Becca started moaning and her hand reached up and began rubbing her clit.

I spit some saliva into her little hole and touched it with the tip of my index finger. I worked it around a little and spit into it again. Then I applied slight pressure with my finger and watched it slide into her ass up to the first knuckle. As I pulled it out, she moaned louder, clenching her ass.

"Relax, sweetie. Open yourself up to complete relaxation. When I apply pressure there, bear down like you are going to the bathroom. Then, when I pull it out, resist the temptation to clench up. Just bear down again. After a couple times, you will get the hang of it."




A Foot Massage for Becca Ch. 04



I applied some more spit to the area and slid my finger in up to the second knuckle. She groaned and began to shake. As I pulled it back, I felt her muscles forcing me out. Good girl.

When I tried it again, I pushed my finger all the way in, as far as it would go. Once inside, I held it there for a bit, then began to stroke it in and out. I could feel the pressure of her muscles pushing on my finger. As I increased the speed, her asshole started to loosen up and her fingers began to fly across her clit as she moaned in ecstasy. I started pulling my finger almost all the way out and then shoving it back in. Her ass was now accepting the intrusion completely. Her sphincter was loose to the point of almost gaping and her voice was making a ululating noise that told me she was close to coming. I spit on my fingers and added a second finger into her ass. She cried out, but didn't stop stimulating her clit. With two fingers now sliding in and out of her asshole she began to shake and her pink toes were clenching so hard they were white. I reached behind me and grabbed the empty iced tea glass, holding it under her pussy. I jammed my fingers into her ass as far as they would go and felt her orgasm take over. The contractions of her sphincter were so strong I thought they would cut the blood off to my fingers. She screamed and a huge spray of fluid rushed out of her vagina and into the glass.

She fell forward into the couch and I slowly withdrew my fingers. They came out mostly clean, with just a couple specks of brownish discharge at the tips. I stuck them in my mouth and sucked them clean.

She turned around on the couch and grabbed my face, kissing me again. She broke the kiss and said, "Oh...my...god..." The smile on her face was bigger than I'd ever seen. "Tim! That was amazing!"

"You're amazing," I said.

She noticed the glass, which surprisingly was almost a third of the way full, and asked, "Is that from me?"

I nodded and held it up to my nose. It was clear and it didn't really have much of an odor at all. You could tell it wasn't piss. She watched in amazement as I placed the glass to my lips and took about half of it into my mouth. It was warm and tasted like Becca's delectable teenaged vagina. It was extremely erotic to think that mere moments ago the fluid in my mouth had been in this beautiful eighteen-year-old's body. I swished it around in my mouth, savoring the taste, and swallowed.

I handed Becca the glass and she smelled it. She carefully tilted it up and tested it with the tip of her tongue. Apparently she didn't find it repulsive, because she tipped it up and took the remainder of it into her mouth. She held it there for a few seconds and swallowed.

"That wasn't bad. It tasted like me."

I nodded and smiled. "Not bad at all."

Becca reclined on the sofa and put her sexy, bare feet in my lap. I grabbed her foot and began to massage it. It was second nature now. I could tell her mind was working and I asked her what she was thinking about. She shrugged and stared off into the distance. I continued rubbing her foot, giving her time to sort out her thoughts.

"What happens now?" she asked wistfully.

"What do you want to happen?" I countered.

She was silent for a moment, and then said, "I can't go back to the way things were. Maybe I could for a short period of time, but I think I'll go crazy if I have to pretend nothing has changed when everything has."

I nodded my head, understanding her predicament perfectly. I picked up her other foot and began working it with my hands.

"Like I said, we will just have to be patient with your mom. Maybe we can start by wearing a little less around the house...get her used to the idea. As she becomes accustomed to it, we can take it a little further. I don't know what else to do."

I could tell that Becca understood, but I also could see that she didn't like it.

"I guess I should get to bed," she said, glancing at the clock. It was almost two in the morning. I had to pick up Joan at the airport at 7am, so I needed to get some sleep as well.

I picked up both of her feet, and we locked eyes. I kissed each of them on the soft pads underneath her toes and said, "Have a good sleep, sweetie."

She smiled and sat up, reaching her arms around my neck and pulling me into a kiss. It was long and tender. She broke the kiss and whispered, "Goodnight, Tim." Then, she walked out of the living room and up the stairs, her sexy hips and bubble butt bouncing as she went.

I couldn't resist watching her leave. You wouldn't be able to resist it either...trust me.

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I awoke suddenly from a deep sleep to the feeling of someone crawling into bed with me. When I got my bearings, I realized it was Becca.

"It's just me, Tim," she whispered.

I stretched my arm out on the pillow and she curled up to my side, swinging her leg over me. Neither of us were wearing anything and I could feel every inch of bare skin contact...including her warm, moist pubic area resting against my hip. I felt a tear drop fall from her nose onto my chest.

"Are you okay, Becca?" I asked with concern.

She shook her head and hugged me.

"What's wrong?"

"We only have a few hours left," she said, sounding as sad as I had ever heard her.

I lifted her chin so that she was looking up at me and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded immediately by returning it hungrily. She crushed her lips into mine and probed my mouth with her tongue. I wiped the tears from her face with my thumbs while I returned her kisses.

I was already halfway engorged when she reached down and began to stroke me with her soft, cool hand. Her touch drove me wild and had me quickly standing at attention.

Becca broke our passionate kiss and began to climb on top of me. As she swung her leg over my hips and settled into position, she pushed my cock up against my belly and began to slide her sex up and down my length. She was so unbelievably warm and wet. She was practically leaking all over me. She began to moan and play with her nipples as she reached down and touched her clit. We stayed like that for so long that I began to think that was as far as we were going to take it.

Something changed in Becca's eyes. I could see more than desire. She appeared to have a feral need that she was determined to sate.

She slid back and grabbed my soaking wet cock, pointing it upwards, and crouched overtop of me.

Everything in me coveted this. I couldn't stop now if I wanted to.

She took the head of my dick and began sliding it around her pussy, pushing it up and back, between her folds, and moving it around her warm, wet opening.

I felt dizzy with desire. My head fell back to the bed, waiting for that enveloping heat that was sure to come when the phone rang.

My head jerked up and I looked at Becca. She had frozen in place, with the head of my cock almost inside of her, looking like a deer in the headlights.

I glanced at the phone, then the clock on my nightstand. The time was 4:13am. It was highly unusual for me to receive a phone call at this time of the morning.

Becca moved herself back, squatting on my thighs. My dick was still in her hand. She began to shake her head 'no', as if she didn't want me to take the call.

I would have ignored it. But Joan was away. It could have been an emergency. I gave her a look that said 'I have to take this.'

I reached over and grabbed the receiver. "Hello?"

"Hello. May I speak to Timothy Schultz, please?" the soothing, male voice on the other end asked.

"This is he," I said. "Who's this?"

"Mister Schultz, this is Kevin Standish with American Airlines. Are you the husband of Joan Schultz?"

I looked at Becca, who stared back at me with a curious expression. I was getting a really weird feeling from this phone call and my stomach was beginning to tighten up.

"Yes...what is this about?" I asked.

"Mister Schultz, I'm very sorry to have to call you at this hour, but there's been an accident—" The rest of his words became a buzzing of white noise and I could feel the blood drain from my face.

Becca, with that sixth sense that comes at those life-altering moments, grabbed the remote off of my nightstand and turned on the television facing my bed. She flipped it to CNN and a live news story of a plane crash in rural Indiana. American Airlines Flight 1282.

Becca collapsed to the bed screaming, but I couldn't hear it. I couldn't hear anything but the blood pounding in my ears. Our lives had just changed forever.

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This is the end of "A Foot Massage for Becca". Thank you to those of you who stuck with it through all four parts. This is, however, not the end for Tim and Becca. Follow Becca into her first year of college with my new story "Becca's Freshman Experience", soon to be posted.

Honest comments and criticism are appreciated. Thanks!