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My Daughter's Feet

By: bardsy



Okay. She is not really my daughter by blood, but she is my adopted step-daughter. I have been there since day one when she was born, literally. I have the honor of being listed on her birth certificate as the "attending physician." You see, when her mother started going into labor, she called 911. At the time I was a young fireman/paramedic and responded to the call. We rushed her mother to the hospital, and with less than 4 blocks to go, she gave birth to a baby girl in the back of the ambulance. Her mother named her Kayla. About a week later, I stopped by to drop off some presents the guys at the firehouse got her, and to ask her mother to drop by the station for a picture with the newspaper, and the unveiling of the pink stork decal on the side of the ambulance. 

From that day on, I saw Kayla every day. Her mother and I started dating, and eventually we married. By that time, I was so in love with the both of them that when her mother asked me to marry her; I didn't even hesitate to say yes. Her mother was two years older than me. We went to the same high school, so I knew of her, but we never hung out. I was a shy, nerdy, band geek, and she played sports and was a varsity football cheerleader. After she graduated she became a heavy partier; always drunk, always high, always had her legs spread. Alcohol, drugs, and sex with guys and girls was her life. She doesn't remember most of it. She had no idea who Kayla's dad was. After I graduated high school I attended college, got a bachelor degree in fire science and able to land a modest paying firefighter/paramedic job. Since I was nerdy, and a band geek, my experiences with women were non-existent. I wasn't a virgin when I got married though. Kayla's mom took my virginity after our third date. 

In 30 years of marriage, my wife introduced me to all kinds of freaky sex. When masturbating is the only form of sex you had in high school and college, everything is freaky. When I masturbated I only shot maybe three ropes. My wife changed that. I went from no sex to having sex three or four times a day. Before she took my virginity, she measured me. I was just over 10 inches long and just under 3 inches in circumference. It was my wife who got me into the leg and foot fetish. The first time my wife made me cum was in between her shiny nylon thighs. I began to look forward to the week she would be on her period. The week would be filled with nylon and bare feet footjobs. After seemingly teasing me for hours I usually shot about 10 ropes. Once it was 16. On that day I was treated to a slow lazy hand job and blow job that lasted over two hours, while I kissed and smelled her nylon feet. This became her favorite position and her favorite sex activity. 

My wife got cancer and she fought hard, but chemo treatments made her sick for days. We even tried holistic medicine, but the cancer finally took her from me. But that is not the story I'm going to tell. By the time my wife died, Kayla was 32 years old, married and with two children of her own. I was a month short of my 56th birthday. We are going to start long before that.

I adopted Kayla by her 8th birthday after she whined to her daddy constantly that she didn't have the same last name as her mom or two younger siblings. By this time, she established herself as daddy's little girl. After her 8th birthday we started daddy/daughter date night. Once a month it would be her and I going to see a movie or I would take her out for pizza. When Kayla entered high school, she got involved in sports, cheerleading, and played the trumpet. She was constantly busy, but always set aside time for daddy/daughter night. Our dates became longer in duration, as it was now dinner and a movie, or shopping and a movie. Things started to change a little after her 16th birthday. She would hold my hand and kiss me on the cheek on our dates. She started to wear pantyhose almost every day whether she was wearing a dress or jeans. On our way home from our dates she would take her shoes off, slide over in the seat next to me and wrap herself around my arm. She would put her feet up onto the seat or onto the arm rest on the passenger door and tell me how much fun she had being with me tonight. She would tell me how much she loved me and how happy she was that I was her dad. I'm certain she feigned falling asleep on my arm almost every time, but I didn't mind. I liked being with her, and being alone with her. She was growing into a beautiful young woman. In between watching the road, I got to peek at her nylon or bare feet. Only her mother, who did wonderful things to me with her feet, had better looking feet than my daughter. Sometimes I wondered if Kayla was already sexually active, but I would never ask her that. To me, she was as pure as a fresh snowfall. Some nights after her mother would go to bed and I would stay up late to watch the news, she would appear out of her bedroom in just a night shirt to "talk" with me during the news. I was treated to a half hour of watching her put lotion on her gorgeous bare legs and bare feet; definitely inherited from her mother. 

After her 18th birthday, daddy/daughter date night eventually came to an end. She moved out on her own, and would stop in once or twice a month on my off days to have coffee and chat with me. I always looked forward to those days. She would call beforehand to make sure I was home from shift and to also check to make sure it was just going to be us. She always would say she missed just being with her dad. During those times, I was treated to a leg and foot display. She would constantly dangle her shoe off the end of her nylon toes, or when she wore flip-flops or sandals, bounce her bare feet and wiggle her toes. She caught me looking plenty of times, but she never said anything about it. She would just smile at me and continue with the conversation. Once, she held her nylon foot up to my face almost touching it to show me the run in the bottom of her stocking along the sole of her foot, then asking for a couple dollars to buy a new pair since she was broke with payday two days away. I ended up giving her a 50 and told her to buy other things she might need as well. She wiggled her nylon toes at me before putting them back into her shoes. With her little girl voice that she used whenever she wanted something from me; I got a "thank you daddy. You're the best." She finished her coffee and our conversation, put the money in her purse, gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek, and with a "see ya later dad" She was gone. 

Kayla started dating a guy she worked with, and I was impressed with the tremendous amount of respect he showed for her; and towards us as well. Our coffee conversations eventually turned toward marriage and family. It was during one of these conversations Kayla informed me she wasn't all pure like fresh snow. At the time, she was 3 months shy of her 21st birthday. While I would have bet she was no longer pure, she told me she was still technically a virgin. She didn't have actual intercourse with a boy yet, but broke her hymen using one of her friends' dildos when she was a sophomore in high school before cheerleading practice. She proceeded to tell me names of some guys she jerked off in high school, and some girls she fucked with a strap-on after obtaining one by going to an adult toy store when she was underage. 

"All I had to do was give the clerk a twenty and a panty pop. He was old and kind of gross, so I did a reverse on him so I wouldn't get his stuff on me. My girl friends and I, we take turns who is going to be the male. So not only do I fuck them, but they fuck me too."She paused and continued on: "Matt absolutely loves it when I jerk him off using the pantyhose I wore that day. Sometimes I facesit him, and sometimes he smells my feet or sucks on my toes when I give him a handjob or blowjob. When I get a pedicure he practically begs me to use my feet." 

I nearly choked on my coffee. She added on to the shock factor by slipping off her shoes and showing me her pink nylon feet with silver toenails. "You can see them anytime you want dad. I got a pedicure yesterday and Matt must have shot a gallon of his sperm onto my feet last night."

I was in a state of shock. "Kayla. Why are you telling me all of this? These are things I really don't want to know about." 

She giggled at me. "Don't be such a square, dad. I notice when you sneak looks at my feet. Before I come here for coffee I make sure they are pretty for you to look at. I like knowing you think I'm sexy and not just your little girl anymore." I couldn't help but keep looking at her pink nylon feet. Her mother turned me into a foot fetishist years ago, and passed on her pretty feet to Kayla and how to use them to turn her man on as well. 

Kayla softly said to me; "I have pretty feet, don't I dad?" I could only nod my head yes. "I've caught you looking at my feet many times over the years. I asked mom years ago how I could find a man who would worship me like you do her. She didn't tell me everything though, and I figured out what boys like. As much as I love Matt, I love you a hundred thousand times more. You were my first boyfriend. We went on dates. I always hoped you thought I would be attractive. When my girlfriends fuck me with the strap-on, I imagine it's you. They say I make cute chipmunk noises when I orgasm. I want the first real cock in me to be yours. I want a man who is as kind and caring as you. Matt is kind of in the ballpark, but he is not you."

My mouth and throat were suddenly dry, and I couldn't seem to put any words together to respond to this beautiful creature sitting next to me in her chair at the kitchen table where she sat and ate for 18 years. What could I say? She used the shock and awe tactic on me. Shocking me by telling me she wanted me to be her first, and awing me by showing me her nylon feet openly, without embarrassment. She crossed her legs so her foot was closer to me and ran her hand down her blue jean pant legs and rubbed her foot. I know she was watching my reaction as I was taking in the sight of her hand playing with her foot.

"You know," she purred. I could see the look of lust in her eyes. I knew she was trying to play the game her mother perfected and excelled at toward me a long time ago. "A fresh pedicure and a fresh load of sperm keep my feet soft and smooth. If you want dad, I will let you touch them and feel for yourself. I would let you kiss them, smell them, or whatever you want to do to them. I would really love it if you would let me stroke you with my feet. I took a shower this morning so they are all pretty and fresh for you. I used the lotion I've used for years on them this morning that you watched me put on my legs and feet while pretending to watch the news. Would my daddy like that?

My throat still dry, my cock hard in my pants, I covered it with the morning newspaper so she couldn't see just how hard I was becoming. I had to say something and regain control over this situation before it turned into something we both would regret later. 

"No Kayla. You have turned into a very beautiful woman. Just like your mother. But you are still my daughter and I just can't do that to your mom, my wife. Your mom takes very good care of me, and I wouldn't want to lose her for anything in the world. Even for what you are offering. You know I will always love you no matter what, even after the events that transpired today. I never would have guessed you have those kinds of feelings for me. If you don't mind, I would just rather be your dad. Okay?"

She removed her hand from her foot, bounced her foot at me and wiggled her toes. "Dad, I don't want to steal you from mom or break up your marriage. I know you and her are still in love since maybe the second time you met. I love having you as my dad. I love being your daughter. You were my biggest fan at all my events in high school. Other girls were jealous of me because their dad wasn't as affectionate as you were. Always telling me what a great game I had even if I played lousy. You are the first man I ever loved and will always love. Show me you still love me that much. Go ahead. Reach out and touch my foot, dad. Your little girl wants you to. She wants to see your affection and how much you love her." She lifted her left foot onto the table so her pink nylon sole was right in front of me. She pointed her foot at me, flexed it, spread her toes, and began to rub her crotch through her pants with her right hand. 

Not only was she beautiful, but quite the temptress as well. As much as I wanted to, I just couldn't cross that line. "No Kayla. You have got to know without question how much I love you. I shouldn't have to be tempted into touching you. You know I would rather die than to see you hurt. Please don't ask me again. I love the alone time we have and love just sitting here talking with you. Please don't turn this into something we will regret."

Kayla continued on with her attempted seduction by taking her hand and grabbing her foot, and lifting it to her nose. Her other hand made a jack off motion in front of her crotch. She looked at me and winked, while audibly smelling her foot. "The lotion smells good on my feet, dad." She purred and put her foot back in front of me. "Go ahead, and smell for yourself. Show me your cock and smell my feet. Rub your cock against my foot. Put my feet together and make a foot pussy for you."

"No." I croaked out while taking the paper and covering my erection. She unbuttoned her pants and slipped her hand inside. Her left hand started squeezing her breast through her shirt. Then she put her right foot on top of her left repeating the pointing, flexing, and spreading movement with both her feet. Her hand movements made no mistake she was playing with herself. In my mind I kept repeating 'she isn't going to win. She isn't going to win.'

"I would love to be my daddy's perfect little slut."She purred at me, winked and gave me her "daddy smile;" the smile that was reserved only for me. "I could play with myself while you jerk off and play with my feet. You can fuck me too dad, whenever you want. I want you to. I would never say no to you when you want to fuck me. My girlfriends say I'm really good at cock riding. Take your cock out. I can show you how good I am at cock riding and you can hear me orgasm." Her leg shook and she sighed. "You can cum in my pussy. Or pull out and cum on my feet. I don't care where, just let me make you cum for me. I love you daddy. Show me you love me." 

"No Kayla. If you love me as much as you say you do, you would not incite me to perform any type of sex act, and especially not with you. Love is not about sex, Kayla. I hope Matt doesn't love you because you give him sex. I love you so much; it hurts me to even be having this conversation with you. I need you to stop what you're doing, and leave."

Kayla slowed her hand movements. I could tell though she was using one finger pushing it slowly in and out of her. "Tell you what dad. I don't want you to be embarrassed. So here is what I'll do. These are thigh highs, so I will take one off and give it to you. After I leave you can smell it all you want. No one will know. We'll have coffee again tomorrow, and if mom doesn't have sex with you tonight, you can jerk off into it. I'll wear sandals tomorrow so my feet will be bare. Jerk off into my stocking right before I get here. During our coffee I'll wear it so you can see your sperm on my legs and feet. I will do it for you, because I love you that much." 

"No Kayla. You need to stop what you're doing. You need to stop masturbating and end this nonsense. This is totally inappropriate behavior. It's called incest Kayla, and it's illegal. How can you possibly justify doing this? I didn't raise you this way. Are you on drugs or something? No girl as smart as you should be acting like a two dollar whore in front of her father. If anybody found out about this, I would be crucified. Button yourself up and go home."

"But daddy...." Kayla whined.

"No buts Kayla! Get the fuck out!" I yelled and pointed at the door.

Kayla froze in her movements, looked at me and I could see the obvious hurt in her eyes. I couldn't remember any time I have ever yelled at her, much less dropped the F-bomb in any of my children's presence. She uncrossed her legs, took them off the table and put her shoes back on. She pushed out her chair from the table stood up to button her pants and straighten her shirt and slung her purse over her shoulder. She stopped at the kitchen door with her hand on the doorknob, looked up at the ceiling and exhaled a deep breath. 

"I'm sorry dad." She said softly, her back turned to me I'm sure because she was unable to look at me. "I didn't mean to offend you. Please don't hate me. I couldn't live with myself if you hated me because of this. Can we still have coffee tomorrow?"

"Kayla, I love you, I could never hate you." I said in a calm reassuring voice. "We can still have coffee together because I enjoy just being here talking with you, but not a repeat of today. Okay?" 

She walked back to me, gave me a peck on the cheek like she always did when she left, and gave me her daddy smile again "I promise dad. Just coffee." And with a "see ya later dad" she was gone.

My Daughter's Feet Ch. 02



The next day was my last off day before I had to report for shift again. I got up just after my wife left for work. I started to make a pot of coffee wondering if Kayla would be showing up. The house phone rang, and I was greeted by her cheery voice. She was making sure our coffee date was still on, and she would be over in about 10 minutes. Some things never change. I chuckled to myself at how she still called every time beforehand to make sure I was going to be home. I poured her a cup of coffee, and sat down in my chair at the kitchen table, putting her cup on the table in front of her chair. I wondered what she would be wearing today. I liked the pink nylons. I made my wife wear hers last night while we made love. She enjoyed my aggressiveness, and was still walking on bowed legs this morning.

Less than 10 minutes later, Kayla came in through the kitchen door. She was wearing a bare midriff t-shirt advertising Aerosmith. For the first time I noticed she had her belly button pierced. She had on a short jean skirt with a white belt and a belt buckle like the type you find in Texas. It was that big. She finished off her ensemble with a pair of basic black flip-flops. She took her seat at the table, crossed her bare legs toward me and gave me her daddy smile.

"Morning dad. Beautiful day isn't it?" She picked up her cup, and took a sip to test how hot the coffee was. "I tried calling your cell phone first, but of course you didn't answer. What good is a cell phone if you never use it?"

"When in the heck did you get your belly button pierced?" I asked. "And what is with the buckle the size of Texas?"

"I got the piercing about two years ago, you paid for it, and I like this belt buckle." She stuck her tongue out at me and finished it off with her daddy smile again.

"Wait. What? How did I pay for a piercing?" I asked bewildered.

She put on a look like she was really thinking hard. Her eyes were looking at the ceiling, and her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. "I seem to remember this guy giving me fifty bucks to buy a new pair of pantyhose because I had a run in mine. He told me to use the rest on whatever I needed. I didn't need new pantyhose because I have a full drawer of all different kinds at home, but I really needed a belly button piercing. I got it on sale too, only forty-nine bucks." She finished with a laugh.

"Just some guy huh? Any other random guys just happen to give you money?" I asked raising an eyebrow at her.

She gave me the look I long ago dubbed the triple d. The— 'don't be dumb dad'— look. "Really dad?"

"Okay okay." I laughed at her. "Enough with the triple d look."

"You deserve it for that remark." She continued the look for about another 10 seconds before her face returned to normal.

We sat in silence for a few minutes just looking at each other. Almost like a staring contest to see who would blink first, her pretty green eyes looking directly at me. I casually sipped on my coffee. It seemed like we both wanted to make sure that yesterday was forgotten, but neither of us daring to ask. I got up to refill my coffee cup. I turned around to look at her back. Her blonde hair with the strawberry highlights was done up in a ponytail. She was mindlessly slapping her flip-flop against the bottom of her bare foot, like she always did whenever she was nervous. I remembered the day she was born. I think I was screaming as loud as she was. I was genuinely happy her mother chose me to be her surrogate father. When she was little her mom and I would joke about how I could be her real dad since she has green eyes like me. Her mother's eyes were brown. I took my seat back at the table and let out a sigh.

"Are we okay dad?" she asked. Now she gave me the puppy dog eyes.

"I'm fine. You?"

"You know what I mean dad. Yesterday? Remember? Are you and I cool?"

"Yes Kayla. We're cool."

Her breath came out in a rush. "Oh thank God. You have no idea how much that means to me. I was afraid to come over today after all I did and said yesterday. I want to explain to you why I did and said that. Will you listen? And not get mad at me and throw me out like you did yesterday?"

"Kayla, there is no need to explain anything. It is forgotten about."

"I want to dad. Just please listen."

She proceeded to tell me her story. Because she hadn't given up the big prize to Matt yet, he broke up with her. Seems he got quite upset since he found out she has intercourse with her girl friends, and yet she hasn't let him have intercourse with her. She asked him once if he loved her as much as I do, and he told her not to be stupid, he loved her more than I ever could. She knew that wasn't even close to being true. The only place she wanted to be after he left her was alone with me. But I was working. So she went and got a pedicure to make her feel better about herself. She found out about my foot fetish because her mother had a couple extra glasses of wine at Kayla's sweet 16 birthday party, and Kayla heard her tell Connie- one of her mother's friends- that I like to smell her feet when she gives me a handjob. (I guess that would explain why Connie is always giving me the googol eye when she is here visiting with Corinne-my wife.)

From then on she wanted to make sure I noticed her by wearing pantyhose or being barefoot all the time, especially when she knew we would be alone on our date night. She explained if she hasn't seen me in a while, or is upset she gets a pedicure and spends the time when they are pampering her feet, thinking of me, because of how often she has caught me looking at her feet. She sometimes masturbates thinking of me smelling her feet while she would jerk me off, just like her mother does to me. I am the only man she knows without a doubt loves her, and will always care for her. She has practiced her skills on a couple boys, telling them if they want her to jerk them off, they have to smell her feet while she does it. She practices giving her vibrator a footjob, and when she is the "girl" when her friends and her get together she always gives the girl wearing the strap-on a footjob. She wants to practice at giving them so if she ever has the opportunity to do it to the man she really wants to -me- I would think she is better than her mother. Matt is the only boy who has gotten an actual footjob from her. She realized yesterday Matt only did love her for whatever kind of sex she was giving him, and the man who really loves her- without any question- totally and unconditionally- shot her down in flames. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Dad, I love you so much, and all I really wanted was you to hold me and tell me 'everything is going to be okay, daddy is here', just like when I was little and scared of thunderstorms." She paused for a moment and sniffled. "Instead, I end up telling you all sorts of crazy shit you didn't need to hear or know about and practically beg you to touch my feet and jerk off for me or in my stockings. I told you I wanted to give you a footjob, have you make love to me, called myself your little slut, and what I apparently sound like when I orgasm. I played with myself shamelessly in front of you. But when you called me a two dollar whore, I realized just what the hell was I doing trying to seduce you. I hope you really don't think I am, or that I use drugs. You didn't have to be my dad, you didn't have to adopt me, but you did. You never treated me any different than Kenny or Trina. You never used the "you're really not my daughter" card. You may not have always been my dad legally, but you have always been my dad to me. I don't even want to ever know who my real dad is, because there is no way he could be better at being a father than you. You were always there for me, always praising what I did, always making time just for me. Can I just be your little girl again, crawl into your lap for a minute and have you tell me you love your turtle?"

I moved my chair out and turned towards her. "I don't know Kayla. I really didn't need a highlight film of what happened yesterday, or why you feel the need to have sex with me. I am proud of you for using alternative means of practicing safe sex until you find the guy who will make you feel special- more special than I do. I love bragging about your accomplishments, although I'm not going to brag about your sexual prowess, experience, or specialty." I made a funny face at her. "That would just be weird. I'm sure there is some kind of law against me knowing about how and what you do during sex."I smiled at her and she gave a short giggle. "I love being your dad, and the special bond we share. You are a very beautiful young woman; as beautiful as your mother, but in case you hadn't noticed, Trina took over the role of being my little girl after you moved out." I smiled at her holding out my hand in an invitation to come to me, while patting my knee with my other hand. 

"Oh daddy." she laughed, got up from her chair and just like she did when she was little, put her arms around my neck sat down on my lap and snuggled into my chest. "Don't tease me." She sighed into my chest:" I know I'll always be your little girl." 

"Yes you will be." I whispered as I kissed her on the top of her head and laid my cheek against it, just like I used to do when she was little. "Dad loves his turtle very much."



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 03



Kayla sat on my lap for nearly 15 minutes now. She started crying a little after I told her I loved my turtle; the nickname I had for her until she entered high school and informed me her friends would make fun of her. (It was really turtle dove, but I shortened it to just turtle.) My cheek was still lying on the top of her head, my left hand gently petting her pony tail. I smelled the fruity shampoo she uses in her hair. My right hand absentmindedly just as gentle, rubbed her left leg over her knee about an inch in each direction. She stopped crying 10 minutes ago but still held onto me. No words were spoken between us. My shirt was a little wet from her tears, and every now and then she would breathe through her nose to keep her snot in there. Her boney hip cut off circulation in my right leg and it fell asleep, but I didn't care. I was cherishing this moment. 

It had been so long since my little girl, my turtle, had sat on my lap. I was hoping she could feel how much I loved her, without having to say the words. I'm sure I loved her since the moment her mother gave birth, and I was there to catch her before she bounced off the floor in the back of the ambulance. She had become such a beautiful young woman. She stood about 5'1'', maybe about 120lbs. Blonde hair that went to the middle of her back, usually held up by some contraption that girls always wear in their hair. Her mother had reddish brown hair. Kayla liked using different highlights in her hair, and while I was never fond of many of her color choices, I found the strawberry highlights to look the best on her. Her legs were still muscular from years of sports, cheerleading, and marching band. Her breasts were merely a B cup in contrast to her mother who was in the DD category. And to my dismay, within the last 24 hours, I found out my pure as the fresh snow daughter was a freak, just like her mother. Apple doesn't fall too far from the tree does it? 

One of her flip-flops hit the floor. The sound of it almost deafening in the silence we were in. "Sorry dad." She whispered. "I couldn't keep it on anymore. It was falling off." 

"That's okay Kayla." I whispered back.

Less than a minute later, her other flip-flop hit the floor and she giggled; "Sorry again dad, same excuse."

"Well, for that one, I'm going to have to beat you with it." I laughed.

She sat up straight and looked at me with her beautiful green eyes. She gave me her daddy smile again then kissed me very daughter-like on the lips. Nuzzling her face into my neck, she sighed;"I love my daddy so much." She kissed my neck, which sent a shiver up my spine; she giggled at my reaction; then whispered into my ear, "Thank you for being my dad." She then laid her head on my shoulder.

"Can I ask you something Kayla?"

"Sure dad, ask anything."

"Well, two things. If I paid for that piercing, where is my dollar change?" She just giggled. "And what the hell is a panty pop?"

She bolted straight up in my lap. "Really? You have no idea?"

"No clue." I shook my head.

She used her thoughtful face again. "Okay. How can I put this without grossing you out. I know you have heard of CFNM sex right? Anyhow, it's when the naked male lays on his back, or sits in a chair, and the clothed female rubs her panty covered ass or pussy against his hard cock in a fucking motion until the guy shoots his load. Hence, panty pop."

I rolled my eyes at her;"I knew I shouldn't have asked."

She giggled. "Mom has never given you one? I'm surprised. I thought she did all sorts of freaky things to you." She sensuously moved her hips and ass back and forth on my lap. She purred at me seductively "I'm really good at giving them dad; I'd gladly give you one if you want one."

"Let's not start that again. You promised just coffee today." I somewhat laughed at her.

She stopped moving and gave me her pouty face for a couple seconds. "I need a Kleenex, and I'm sure you need this elephant off your lap before your legs fall off. Refresh your coffee?" she got up off my lap, took both our cups and padded barefoot to the coffee pot. I rubbed the circulation back into my right leg.

"Umm dad? When a girl makes a comment about weighing a ton, you're supposed to say, no you're not, light as a feather." I looked over at her. She was diligently pouring a cup of coffee while looking over her shoulder at me. Her left leg was straight and locked at the knee with her foot firmly on the floor. Her right leg was bent at the knee, with just her toes on the floor. She was smiling, and the look on her face was identical to the one her mother gives me right before she pounces on me and fucks us both silly.

Trying not to be intimidated by her stance or look, "Well then tell me, what is heavier? A ton of bricks or a ton of feathers?"

"What are you trying to say dad?" I shrugged my shoulders at her. "Are you saying I'm fat? 'Cause if you are, I'll have you know, I eat healthy, exercise regularly and I'm 115 lbs. you better take that back before I do something to your coffee." She scolded.

The way she was standing, and the look on her face, had me thinking she was more beautiful than her mother. What real harm was there if two consenting adults had sex? (Other than the adultery aspect of course.) She was my adopted daughter, so incest is out. Did she really squeal like a chipmunk when she orgasmed? I could find out and at least make one of her fantasies come true. Well, maybe two. I really did want to touch and smell her feet. Wanted to since she was 16. I watched in seemingly slow motion as she picked up our coffee mugs, flipped her ponytail behind her and walked toward me holding my eyes across the kitchen. She placed my mug in front of me, leaning over and giving me a view of her cleavage, and gave me her precious daddy smile.

"Dad?" I seen her lips move and heard her voice. My eyes darted between her cleavage and the lips I just felt against mine less than 5 minutes ago. She seductively purred at me "Look all you want dad, I don't mind. You're looking at me like you really want to try one of my panty pops. I wasn't lying to you when I said I'm really good."

"What if I do?" I hoarsely said. She leaned forward and gave me another kiss on the lips, softly, and held her lips there. She softly spoke into my lips.

"Then just tell me (kiss). Whenever you want me dad (kiss) you can have me (kiss). I'll do whatever (kiss) you want me to (kiss). I'll gladly be (kiss) your perfect (kiss) little (kiss) slut (kiss with tongue). So take your cock out (kiss) I'll pull my skirt up (kiss) and I'll give you (kiss) the best (kiss) panty pop(kiss) ever (kiss with tongue). She traced her tongue around my lips while moving in between my legs.

Kayla leaned back against the edge of the table, and with her seductive look, staring into my eyes she pulled her short jean skirt up with her left hand revealing plain white panties. "I know, just a basic color. I had no idea you would actually want to play with me today dad. Otherwise I would have worn something sexier for you." Her right hand traced around the lips of her sex, the panties becoming visibly wet. I could detect the smell of her arousal. She lifted herself onto the table and placed her bare feet on the top of my thighs. "Take your cock out dad." She hoarsely whispered." Let me play with it with my feet for a little bit. She put her hand inside of her panties, obviously playing with her clit. "Then I'll finish you with a panty pop. You can cum on my thighs."

I snapped out from under the daze it was I had. When she mentioned her thighs, I had a flashback of Corinne (my wife) making me cum for the first time on her shiny nylon thighs at the wedding of my buddy Randy. Looking at me, she could see my look had changed and knew I was going to tell her to stop. "No dad." She wailed. "Please don't tell me to stop." 

I gave her my "dad look". The look all the kids got when I got serious about wanting them to knock their crap off. It worked too. She stopped and took her hand out of her panties. She doubled over and was breathing heavy desperately trying to hold back her orgasm. "Dammit dad. I thought I was a good tease, but you got me beat hands down. I was so close. All I needed was another twenty seconds. This is the second time you denied me an orgasm."

"Consider it punishment for years of teasing me, Kayla. All those years of you sunbathing with your friends on the patio; friends I found out yesterday you fuck almost regularly. The countless times you put lotion on your legs while I was trying to watch the news. The dates we had when you would kick off your shoes and display your feet. The run you had in your stocking when you conned me out of 50 dollars. Everything you said yesterday and told me today. You need to be punished. You're not going to get off easy either. I like this new chapter we are opening, being able to see you like this. But your true punishment is, as long as your mother and I are married, you will never get to see my cock or fuck me. I'm already taken. Your mother has already staked her claim on what I have between my legs long ago. So get over the obsession of having sex with me. The way I see it, your mother and I will be married for many, many more years. She is looking forward to grandkids. " I looked at my watch. Kayla's face looked sad, her green puppy dog eyes staring right at me. "I have to get ready for a haircut."

Kayla didn't move off the table. Her legs were shaking nervously, bouncing her feet on my thighs. After 30 seconds of silence she pleaded "Please dad. Please. You have never denied me anything in my life." Her gorgeous green eyes looked down at the floor, then back to me. "Please fulfill just this one fantasy of mine. You don't have to touch me at all dad. Just please watch me orgasm." Her green eyes were looking like they were going to spill tears for the second time today. I frowned at her; her eyes went back to the floor. "Sorry dad." She softly whispered. 

Now I was in a pickle. My baby girl was pleading with me as if she wanted me to buy her an ice cream cone, and I was telling her she would spoil her dinner. I placed my hands on the top of her feet, more so to stop her legs from shaking. Her feet were soft and smooth. I ran my fingers underneath the arch of both feet at the same time. I stopped moving them and just held her feet.

"Here is the deal." I said. Her eyes came back up to look at mine, with a touch of hope in them. "We never ever act like this in front of your mother, or anybody else we might even be remotely related to. In fact, we never play like this again. This is a one-time thing between us. You will not make any attempt touch me. I will grant you your fantasy and this will be the end of it. Deal?"

Kayla nodded her head wildly making her pony tail come over the top of her head, and the end of it at the tip of her nose. A smile broke out on her face as I lifted her left foot and brought it to my face. I started kissing the entire sole of her foot, down around her heel, and back up to her toes, inhaling her aroma. She leaned her weight on her right arm and pressed her left hand hard against her panties, moving it in a circular motion. The rubber of her flip-flop and her lotion was what I smelled. The bottom of her feet were soft and I put her big toe into my mouth just for a second before nibbling on the ball of her foot. I then pressed her foot into my face deeply inhaling the space between the ball of her foot and underneath her toes. I smelled her lotion she uses. I took her right foot and did the same to it as I did her left. She shifted, balancing her weight. Kayla's right hand dove into her, as she used her left hand to yank her panties half way down her thighs. She began using two fingers to fuck herself and humping hard against her hand. She kicked her right leg out of her panties, leaving them hang off her left ankle. She began to chant over and over moving her head from left to right repeatedly, and each short exhale of breath had the word "dad" in it. I looked up to see her two fingers pumping in and out of her, with her thumb rubbing against her clit. Now her short exhales of breath became "dad?" Bracing herself with her left elbow locked, shaking; whimpering; Kayla orgasmed just after I inhaled the aroma of lotion underneath her right toes. I could tell --her toes curled around my nose, and the toes of her left foot dug into my thigh. Also because: she did make little squealing noises like a chipmunk. Her orgasmic chipmunk squeals becoming quick and short "daddy ". I stuck my tongue out to taste the wrinkled ball of her right foot, as Kayla continued to hump herself against her hand. When she felt my tongue against her foot, she squirted a little. 

"Oh God dad- thank you thank you thank you thank you." She said quickly in between breaths. Kayla moved her feet back to the floor and fell forward on top of me, straddling my left leg, breathing heavy. I could feel her soft blonde pubic hair and her wetness against my skin. She began rubbing her pussy back and forth against my thigh obviously riding out her orgasm. She began chattering quickly and nervously. "Thank you very much dad. I've wanted you to see me orgasm for a long time. I've wanted you to touch my feet for years. I hope my feet smelled and tasted good. I understand this being a one-time thing, but you can always touch my feet dad, whenever you want. Next time I promise to wear pantyhose. What colors do you like seeing me wear? I don't want to wear a color you wouldn't like. Or if you like my feet bare, that's fine to. I hope I find a man who likes doing what you just did to my feet. No wait. Only you get to kiss and smell them. Just in case you ever want to do it again. Do they smell better than mom's? No wait. I don't want to know that. You can just let me think they do. Did I at least make you hard? Would you tell me if I did? So do I really sound like a chipmunk? Will you ever jerk off thinking of me and my feet? I'd let you. No wait. I shouldn't ask you to do that... but you can. I'd even help you cum." As she was coming down from her orgasm her humping on my leg slowed, and so was her chattering. She finally stopped doing both altogether and rested against me. We sat like that for a couple minutes, in silence, as her breathing returning to normal. 

I reached down and picked up both of her flip-flops. I started to stand up forcing Kayla to sit back onto the edge of the table. I stepped into her making her move further back onto the table until both her feet were off the floor. Leaning down into her, she knew what was coming as she smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed. Open mouthed, tongues fencing with each other. We kissed like we were boyfriend/girlfriend for years. In a sense, we were. We started dating when she was 8. After a minute, I broke away from her. "You're welcome Kayla. You do sound like a chipmunk when you orgasm. Your feet are nice and soft, and I love their smell and taste." Kayla beamed at me like she did when she was a little girl and I was showering praise on her for getting all A's on her report card. I lifted up her flip-flops and showed them to her. Her face was absolutely glowing as she lifted her left leg like she was Cinderella and I was going to put the glass slipper on her foot. I knelt down on one knee on the floor in front of her. She sharply gasped and quickly put her right hand in front of her mouth. 

"Dad?" she nearly cried.

"I'm just going to put your flip-flops on Kayla." I softly said as I put my palm on the bottom of her left foot. Bowing my head to put a kiss on the top of her still silver painted toes, I slid her flip-flop onto her foot. I switched knees, took her right foot and did the same.

"Yes dad." Kayla purred. "Kiss my feet. I love you dad. I love u so much." I inhaled the aroma of her lotion and a hint of a sweet scent of her foot sweat from between the ball of her foot and underneath her toes one last time before getting up from the floor. I stood up making Kayla fall onto her back on the table. Lifting her feet onto my shoulders I gave each flip-flopped foot a kiss on the arch. Her white panties were still clinging to her left ankle. She removed her feet from my shoulders, and put her heels on the edge of the table. I looked down at her and seen her right hand still lightly playing with her pussy lips. 

"Dad that was amazing. My best orgasm ever. First time I ever squirted too. I could sleep." I back up from the table moved to her side a little and put one arm underneath her knees and the other around her back. I lifted her off the table and carried her to the couch. "My big strong daddy." She cooed into my chest. I gently laid her on the couch and went back into the kitchen to clean her mess off the table. Looking at my watch, I was almost late for my haircut. I ran up the steps to the bathroom and quickly cleaned up. Rushed into the bedroom for a clean shirt, and came back to the living room to find my daughter sleeping on the couch. Her jean skirt was lifted just high enough to see she had pulled her panties back on, and her right hand lightly rested on top of them right over her pubic mound. I kissed her forehead, cheek, belly button piercing, the top of her right hand, and the top of each foot, still in her flip-flops. 

"Dad loves his turtle dove very much." I whispered, and could see a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 04



Over the next couple months, Kayla and I met for coffee almost every off day I had except for weekends. My wife Corinne dubbed this time 'the dad/daughter coffee hour.' During our talks together we talked more openly about sex, teasing each other. Kayla and I never repeated our one-time deal we made, but some days she made it blatantly clear she wanted to do it again, and more this time around. Some days it was me, but I was careful not to show it because I knew I she would jump at the opportunity. She would take off her shoes when she sat down and would give me a little show of flexing her feet and pointing her toes, usually if she wore flats. If she wore heels it would be a seductive heel tease tracing the heel of her shoe along the inside of my thigh. I would stop her when she got too close to my package. 

Somedays she would tease me by asking if I wanted to smell her feet; "Wanna smell my feet dad?" or touch her feet; "Wanna take my shoes off for me and play with my feet dad? These nylons are really smooth." or offer sex; "Can I interest you in a footjob dad? Want a handjob while you smell my feet dad? Need a blowjob dad? Can I ride your cock until you cum in me today dad?" When she wore flip-flops it would be; "do my bare feet in these flip-flops look sexy enough for you to jerk off and cum on dad?" Each time I would turn her down, and she would give me a pouty face, stick her tongue out at me and respond with, "You don't love me anymore, do you dad." The tease would only last for a few minutes, usually until I turned down her various offer of the day. Her shoes would then remain discarded on the floor, and our normal conversation would start while she would be smiling at me as I checked out her bare feet or selection of nylons for the day. "You're so cute when you try not to look at my feet dad." She would giggle. 

She would always cross her legs as we talked, usually left over right since she would be sitting on my left, and I would allow her to rub my shin and calf with her foot while we talked. If I was wearing pants, she would lift my pant leg with her foot and just place it against my shin. I think we both mutually agreed without actually saying so, her foot rubbing against my leg was an appropriate showing of affection between the two of us. I no longer got a peck on the cheek when she left; instead we kissed on the lips. When she would be in a frisky mood, the kiss would last a little longer than a normal dad/daughter kiss and she would slip me her tongue.

The teasing wasn't all one way though. I got my shots in on her that would make her blush, or get her wound up just to leave her hanging. On some days when I would be working Kayla would send picture messages of her feet to me on my cell phone with a caption of "coffee tomorrow?" Or of her seductively blowing me a kiss with the caption of "Miss you daddy. Stay safe." I usually just deleted them without answering. The funniest one was a picture of her bare feet in white flip-flops that had a solid five inch heel. Her caption was:"Do these flip-flops make my feet look big?" I chuckled as I texted her back with: "Oh my gosh Kayla, your feet are so sexy in those, I would love to jack off and cum all over your feet while you're wearing those." The next day she practically ran through the kitchen door with the aforementioned flip-flops on her feet. I roared in laughter. The look on her face was priceless; and she started to blush when she realized I was only teasing her. "You mean you were just punking me dad?" she whined. 

Kayla discovered I didn't like black nylons when one day she wore them and I didn't realize I wasn't paying any attention to her feet. Unconsciously, I even moved my leg away from her. Halfway through our coffee hour, she reached up underneath her pant leg and took it off. "There! Happy now?" she tossed the knee high stocking on the table. Startled, I just looked at her dumbfounded. "Don't give me that look dad." She scolded me. "You haven't looked at my feet at all today, and haven't let me rub your leg. Move your leg over so I can rub it." Instinctively I did, and immediately her bare foot started rubbing along the normal path against my shin and calf. "Ugh. You're such a brat dad." Our conversation picked up where it was before her outburst, like nothing happened. Before she left that day, I took her bare foot and kissed it sensuously, before putting her nylon back on it. Then I took both her feet, put them up to my nose and audibly inhaled her foot odor mixed with her lotion. Her head lying against the back of the chair, her gorgeous green eyes looking at me accenting her daddy smile as she cooed; "You do still love me, don't you dad."

Corinne took a week of vacation during the week Kayla turned 21. The day before her birthday, Kayla called to make sure I was home for our coffee hour. I informed her Corinne would be joining us. I could actually hear the disappointment in her voice when she told me she would be there in about 30 minutes. Since it normally took her ten to drive from her apartment to the house I stupidly asked her where she was.

"Gosh dad, you can be such a dork sometimes." She said. "I'm going to have to go back home and change now. I got a pedicure and had my toenails painted silver. I'm dressed up to be your perfect little slut today dad. I'm wearing the gray sheer thigh high nylons I know you like with a garter belt. I was going to tease you mercilessly with my nylon feet until you agreed to finally give me your cock to fuck as a birthday present." I was dumbfounded again. After a few seconds of silence: "Dad? ...You still there?"

"I'm still here." I chuckled. "I get it, paybacks right?" Corinne walked into the kitchen and heard the last part of the conversation.

"Paybacks for what dear?" Corinne asked. I just pointed to the phone against my head, mouthed Kayla, and she put her hand up. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."

"Not paybacks dad." Kayla said into my ear. "I have been so horny lately, my pussy is constantly wet. I've been masturbating a lot thinking of your cock. I was going to pounce on you the second I walked through the door. I need your hot cum on my feet and want to make your cock cum inside me. Now I can't! You have to send her to the store or something. I can ride your cock fast and hard and make us both cum in less than a minute! I want my daddy time!"

"Well okay then, I guess we'll see you when you get here. Your mom is already brewing the coffee."

"Ugh. You're impossible dad." And she hung up on me.

"Okay, see you soon. Love you." I said into the dead phone before hanging it up.

"I'm surprised she didn't tell you to get rid of me so she could have her daddy time with coffee." Corinne griped. How could I have almost identical demeanor women? Like mother like daughter?

"Not funny Cory." I snipped at her.

"Oh come on Brady. You're gonna stand there and tell me she doesn't look forward to the dad/daughter coffee hour? Anybody who knows her knows she is daddy's girl. You're the most important man in her life. Especially now since she kicked Matt out or whatever happened there. I'm sure you know more about it than I ever will. Would it actually kill you to show a little more affection to Trina?"

Corinne used the Brady card. She pulled that out at whim nowadays. My real name was Brady, given to me at birth, but the only person who called me by my real name was my mother. Everybody else called me Brad. My dad, in his infinite feisty wisdom, started calling me Brad when I learned how to talk. He was afraid I would get my ass kicked in school if anybody knew my real name. When I was getting my ass kicked in school he told me to buck up, and at least I wasn't getting my ass kicked for my name. 

I gave Corrine a slight smirk. "Jealous?"

"Me? Jealous of my daughter? Absolutely not." She poured herself a cup of coffee. "Well, maybe a little. Especially when Trina asks 'mom, how come dad and I don't do neat things together like Kayla and him do.' Makes me wish I had the close relationship with Kayla you two share."

"Hate the game Cory, not the player." I chuckle sang at her. "No room for jealousy here. And exactly when has Trina wanted to do anything with me? She hasn't called me dad since her grandpa died." I ended a little irately

What Corinne said about Kayla is true. Everyone who knows Kayla knows she is daddy's girl. She has been since she was about three when she would wrap herself around my leg or crawl up on me when she was scared or whenever anybody strange tried to come near her. Sometimes, she even wouldn't let Corinne get near her. Although I'm sure Kayla and her are closer than what she is letting on. I'm positive they have had the sex talk and maybe shared some secrets. After all, they both seemed to have the same freaky sex gene in them, and both could be very bullheaded to each other. More than once, I've had to break up their little yelling catfights. 

My dad however was an old feisty coot, nobody liked. Except my mom I guess, and my daughter Katrina absolutely adored him. The sun rose and set on my dad in her eyes. My dad would yell at Kayla, or scare her, and Kayla was deathly afraid of him. Katrina was renamed Trina by my dad and was grandpa's Pooky Precious since the moment she was born. When she started talking, Katrina demanded everyone call her Trina. "My name is Trina" she would cutely say. "My Bapa named me and I'm his Pooky Precious." Then she would scowl and point her finger at you, "You can't call me that though. Only Bapa can." Corinne, to my dad, was 'the crack whore who can fuck, but never remembers who she fucked.' Kayla was the 'the fraidy cat crying little bitch that came out of the crack whore.' Ken, my son, dad was convinced will be 'sucking cocks for crack, just like the crack whore.' But Katrina, she was always Pooky Precious. 'The most beautiful thing I have ever seen and God created.' My dad would say. Yep. You guessed it. Christmas was always interesting in our family. 

My dad had a lot of medical problems the last year of his life, but he wouldn't take any of my advice or see a doctor. He died in his recliner after telling my mom he was going to rest his eyes for a little while when they were watching television. The next morning, my mother called: "Brady, your father is being stubborn and won't wake up for breakfast." I rushed over there fearing the worst. When I got there, dad died long before mom tried to wake him. I didn't even attempt CPR. Trina was devastated and cried non-stop for days. When I tried to explain to her there was nothing I could do, she called me a murderer for not saving her beloved Bapa. 

"She's going to be seventeen and is much more mature now, and you haven't noticed. I don't think she blames you anymore; at least not as much as she used to." Corinne said.

I just gave her a stern look. "Well, if she can talk to me as if I was her dad, and not an alien in this house, maybe I would know when she started growing up. She shouldn't have blamed me in the first place."

"Whatever." She took her coffee to the kitchen table. "Which chair does Kayla sit in? I wouldn't want to piss her off by sitting in her chair." I just rolled my eyes at her. Corinne actually did sit down in Kayla's chair. I began to mentally prepare myself for the ensuing catfight I was sure might happen when Kayla gets here. I couldn't help but smile and laugh to myself. She caught me.

"What the hell are you smirking at?" she asked.

"Well, you are sitting in the chair she usually does." I paused for effect. "Just sayin'."

"Well for one day she can suck it up and sit somewhere else." She scowled.

"I'm just saying. And if the two of you can't play nice while we all have coffee together, you both will hear the lion roar." I chuckled while pouring my coffee. 

"Ugh. Some days you're impossible Brad. I should have filed divorce papers a long time ago and escaped to Mexico with Don Quixote." As she crossed her legs in a symbol that said she wasn't moving.

I made my way to the kitchen table with my coffee and sat down. "Shoulda, coulda, woulda babe. Instead you're stuck here with me." I leaned into her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "-And possibly a crabby daughter who will be here in...3 minutes. I gave you fair warning." Corinne turned her head toward me; we affectionately put our foreheads together and kissed. Another kiss, and another kiss for good measure. 

"Donny can't satisfy me like you do." She giggled and kissed me again. "I would've escaped with him a long time ago otherwise." She kissed me again and we laughed. "He doesn't have enough money to finance the extravagant lifestyle I would lead, and your dick is way bigger." Kissed me and giggled. "I Love you Brad. Forever." Kiss again, with a little tongue.

"Love you Cory." We kissed again as I squeezed her silver ballet slippered foot and ran my hand along her gorgeous bare leg from her ankle bracelet to the outside of her thigh and back down again.

"Sheesh...get a room you lovebirds. I think I'm going to throw up." We both turned to see Kayla standing at the coffee pot pouring her cup of coffee. She waved a hand in front of her face, and joked. "Yep, I just did in my mouth a little. Eww." She giggled. 

Corinne just laughed at her daughter. "Well listen to you. Kissing is gross to you now since you don't have a boyfriend?"

Kayla picked up her cup of coffee and walked to the table sitting on my right. "Morning daddy." She sang, giving me a kiss on the forehead as she passed by me. "I didn't say kissing is gross mom. I was referring to almost walking in on you guys doing it right here on the table. That's gross. No child wants to see their parents doing that." She laughed. "And what's with you dad? You're looking at me like I have two heads or something this morning."

I had to slap myself to wake up. Kayla showed up in a brown tank top with a white button down blouse. Today, there were no highlights in her blonde hair, and nothing holding it up. Her hair was down. I can't remember the last time I seen that. She was also wearing khaki colored Capri pants, with white socks rolled over her ankles and white Nike tennis shoes. Well, she had to wear socks and shoes sometimes right? I mean she did work in a hospital, and went to school for her LPN. She couldn't wear flats, heels or flip-flops all the time, right? I was used to seeing her feet every day we had coffee together, whether bare or in nylons and feeling her feet rub my leg, that it was a shock to see her wearing socks and shoes. I wasn't going to get to see her feet today, and I wasn't going to get a flex and point show, or a- "want a handjob while you smell my feet dad?" today. Corinne was here, and Kayla knew her role. Today, she was just my daughter. Not my teasing little minx. She couldn't play the role of my perfect little slut today.

"Nothing wrong. I just haven't seen your hair au natural in a long time. I am always in awe when I'm graced by your presence Kayla. You know that." I chuckled and winked at her.

"You're such dork sometimes dad." She giggled and gave me her precious daddy smile. At least I got one of those today.

Kayla and Corinne got caught up with each other while I just sat and listened. From talking like a horny slut to me, to being the prim and proper daughter in front of her mom, she amazed me. Kayla took out her cell phone and texted somebody while having her conversation. After she hung up her phone, mine buzzed on my hip. I ignored it since I knew it had to be from Kayla. When Corinne got up for another cup of coffee, I glanced at Kayla out of the corner of my eye. My intention was to yell at her with my eyes for sending me a text message. Instead, Kayla gave me her bedroom eyes, and crossed her leg toward me. Instinctively I glanced down to look at her foot bouncing in her Nikes'. I wanted to see her feet. I needed to see her feet. She just had a pedicure and her toenails were painted silver. At least that is what she said. She denied me my right to see her feet today. I mean, it is my right to see my daughter's feet, isn't it? She told me so months ago. I could see them and touch them whenever I wanted. She said I could. I wanted to see them and touch them right now! It has been at least two weeks since Corinne has offered me her feet to smell and given me a footjob. It wouldn't have taken too much teasing from Kayla today to get what she wanted for her birthday; especially if she was wearing those gray nylons. Those and the pink nylons she wore made her feet look so sexy, I always got hard and remained hard the entire time she would be rubbing my leg. I always wanted to cum on her feet when she was wearing those. Kayla wanted to give me a footjob; Corinne has given me thousands over the course of twenty years. I was sitting between two beautiful women who both knew they had sexy feet and how to use them. Corinne's feet were dainty with a high arch which added to their sexiness. Soft at the toes, a little rough on her heels, Corinne's feet had a slightly pungent odor and salty taste which drove me wild. Kayla's feet were just as dainty as her moms, not as high of an arch, soft all over, and had a sweet/sour aroma mixed with her lotion smell and hardly any taste. 

Kayla lightly kicked my leg with the toe of her shoe, which made me look at her. She stuck her tongue out at me and motioned with her eyes toward her mother who was walking back to the table with her fresh cup of coffee talking about something I had no idea about. 

"And just why are you sticking your tongue out at your father?" Corinne asked.

"Daddy is giving me the stink eye for some reason." Kayla laughed. Kayla began texting on her phone again, and again when she put it down, mine vibrated.

"He was not."

"You didn't see it, you don't know."

"Ladies please." I interjected. "I did because she kicked me under the table. No big deal." 

Corinne and I decided we were going to give Kayla her birthday present early since my shift was tomorrow. Kayla still has her first car she bought with her own money when she was 17; an older Volkswagen Jetta. The car was starting to nickel and dime her to death. Saturday afternoon on her way to work, it died on her. She called me practically in tears because she was going to be late. I took her my beater car and she has been driving that since. My beater car was a 1976 Ford Granada I bought with my first paycheck in 1977. I got a great deal because it was still sitting new, untouched on the car lot. I handed over my check to my friend who was a car salesman, and he gave me the car. When I got to her on Saturday, her car started, but sounded like it was on its last mile. I tried to think of ways to convince Corinne we should buy her a newer car. When I brought it up, she agreed immediately saying the Jetta was giving her so many problems. Corinne decided we should use some of the equity in our house to buy Kayla a brand new car. On Monday morning when I got off work, I took Kayla's car to the junkyard and got back my fifty bucks for her belly button piercing. Corinne and I went to the bank, got the money, then to my friend who now owns the dealership, and bought Kayla a brand new Dodge Neon. The car was sitting in the garage, unbeknownst to Kayla. 

There was a lull in the conversation, when Kayla let out a little sigh. "So now what could be the matter with you?"Corinne asked. 

"Nothing." Kayla moped. "Well, my car is still in the shop apparently. I didn't see it out front when I pulled up. I have some bills I have to pay this week, and now a car bill too. I need a job where I make more money. Are you guys planning on giving me money for my birthday?" she grinned.

"What makes you think I have money to just give to you?" I smirked at her

"Cuz you're my dad, and daddy's are supposed to always give their little girls money." Kayla grinned before putting her head down on the table. "What a birthday. Dad has to work, and I don't have a car."




My Daughter's Feet Ch. 04



"There is always the weekend." Corinne cheerily said.

"Yeah. Some weekend." Kayla sighed and put her elbow on the table resting her head in her hand. "I don't have anyone to go out with. Don't have a bf, and my friends- the ones I actually hang out and have fun with- aren't legal drinking age. My car isn't fixed yet and I won't have any money to do anything anyhow. And since I don't have a bf, the only other guy alive I would want to hang at a bar with is working Saturday." 

"Well Brad?" Corinne smiled. "Should we give Kayla her present today since you are working tomorrow?"

I let it go for a pregnant pause. "Yeah sure. Might as well. Let me get my keys. We got you a set of golf clubs. I kept them in my truck so the other two children wouldn't find out and bribe you." Emphasizing the two children part, I got up from my chair to grab the keys for the Neon from our bedroom. 

"Golf clubs? You guys..." Kayla whined and threw up her hands. "I don't even golf."

"Well your father and I think you should take up a sport as a hobby." Corinne grinned at her.

I added, "Yep. You and I can go golfing in the mornings now instead of having coffee. We can get out and get some fresh air instead of sitting in an air conditioned house."

I left the room to get my keys. As soon as I was out of sight I opened my cell phone to read Kayla's messages. The first one read: "I need cock dad! I haven't seen or felt a hard cock in months! Your cock WAS going to fuck my pretty pink nylon feet, and it WAS going to fuck me!! I want my birthday present! YOUR COCK!!!" Second message read: "Punishment dad--tennies. You don't get to see my feet anymore unless I get to FUCK YOUR COCK with MY FEET and MY VERY TIGHT PUSSY!" Again I was amazed at Kayla's ability to text me dirty messages while having a normal conversation with her mother. I erased the messages in case Corinne happened to look at my phone. I grabbed the keys and walked back down the steps and into the kitchen giving Kayla my dad look. She instantly knew I read her massages, and looked back at me in defiance. Corinne didn't notice as her back was turned to us, still babbling about the golf clubs.

We all walked outside to the driveway where my truck was parked. I made a show of looking for the golf clubs, cussing about how I must have left them at the firehouse after showing them to the guys. 

"Are you sure you just didn't put them in the garage Brad? I thought you told me you were going to put them in there next to yours." Corinne said, trying to hold back her smile.

I thought for a moment. "Maybe I did, I don't know. I could have sworn I left them in the truck."

I poked the button on the garage door opener. As the door opened, Kayla didn't notice the Neon parked to the left of Corinne's Intrepid. We were standing on the passenger side of my truck which was parked behind my wife's car, the door of my Dodge Ram blocking her view.

"Golf clubs." Kayla muttered. "I can't believe you guys got me golf clubs."

"Well let's go have a look, shall we?" Corinne said, still trying to hold back her smile.

As she made her way around the front of my truck, Kayla noticed the Dodge Neon parked next to her mother's car. "When did you guys get a new car?" Kayla asked.

"We didn't." Corinne said, unable to hold back her smile anymore.

"What do you mean you didn't?" Kayla asked pointing at it before the realization started to set in. She gasped and cupped her hands to her mouth. Excitedly, she started to shake and when I held the keys up to her, tears flowed freely from her gorgeous green eyes.

"Happy Birthday Kayla." I smiled at her.

"Oh daddy!" she cried and jumped into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist. "Thank you so much!" She began showering my face with little kisses, each one accented with a "Thank you!"

"Whoa whoa whoa." I laughed pretending to try and fend off her assault. "You really need to thank your mother; it was her idea."

"Really?" She said as I put her down before my back gave out. 

"Yes, really." I winced at her while rubbing my back. 

Kayla snatched the keys out of my hand, went and gave her mom a thank you and a hug, before running to her new car, getting in and started it up. After driving it out of the garage, she got out again and went to give her mother another hug with a thank you. She then came to me, put her arms over my shoulders, and standing on her tippy toes, gave me her normal kiss on the lips I have grown so accustomed to getting whenever she left me. She put her head on my shoulder, her pretty face turned toward me, and giving me a hug that was tighter and longer than the normal dad/daughter hug, she gave me her precious daddy smile, before softly saying; "I love you so much dad, more than anything in this world." She broke away from me practically running back to her car. With a beep of the horn, a wave of her hand, and a "see ya later dad" she was gone.



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 05



I stood in the driveway still rubbing my back watching Kayla's Dodge Neon disappear with her down the street. Corinne moved closer to me from behind and put her arms under mine, her hands on my chest, as she hugged me and kissed my shoulder blade. I held her hand over my heart.

"I think she likes her birthday present honey." She said. "I'm sure she'll be back on Thursday for the dad/daughter coffee hour, with a special guest appearance by mom." She laughed and kissed my shoulder blade again.

"I know." I sighed. "My little girl is all grown up."

She kissed my back again. "I know you know how much I always hated your dad for calling me a crack whore, and I know you know that was 100 percent true. When Kayla was born I was at rock bottom. Drugs and sex were the only important things in my life."

I turned to face her and with a confused look on my face I said: "I know that. Why are you bringing this up now?"

She put her hands on my chest again, and looking into my eyes she said: "I may not know who her real dad is"--she paused for effect --"But I know who her father really is. I can see how much you love her, and how much she adores and loves you." She gave me a kiss on the lips, turned to walk back into the house swaying her ass at me as she did. 

Corinne still had a smoking hot body even after having three children. She was almost a foot shorter than me. She added a few extra pounds after we were married, but she wore it well. Her breasts were definitely bigger from breast feeding Ken and Trina. She still had a perfect set of legs.

I started putzing around in the garage. I swept the floor where the Neon had been, then started arranging my tools putting them away or hanging them up. My thoughts drifted to Kayla and how she must be showing her car off to her friends. It's amazing how you get so used to things being a certain way, and then when it isn't even just for a couple hours it seems to throw your whole groove off. Kayla wore tennis shoes today, and didn't rub my leg with her foot. That was a given on any other day. I even got used to adjusting my cock in my pants so if she did get me hard, which was usually all the time, she wouldn't notice. Some days I felt guilty about cheating on Corinne, with our daughter no less, but really, I figured it was just harmless flirting. Not a full blown affair where I'm sneaking around hoping to not get caught. Corinne has caught me checking out other women's feet, but she is the one who got me into the foot fetish. I never heard of it until she came along. Corinne never seemed to mind when she caught me, just giving me a smile before flexing her own foot to return my attention back to her. 

I know Corinne was wild when we started dating often telling me stories of her sexual escapades that included lesbianism in exchange for drugs. I was quite sure she didn't play with women anymore, or anyone else. But this is our daughter I am having a verbal sexual affair with. We are texting each other explicit messages. We are teasing each other when we are together. Other than kissing and smelling her feet, I haven't touched her, and she has only masturbated in front of me, three times. I stopped her twice, but allowed the third. I seen her vagina once and that was only after I allowed her to masturbate. Other than the incidental contact with it as she was riding out her orgasm, I haven't touched it. It may not be incest, but how can it be right? If I had Woody Allen's phone number I would ask him to explain it to me. 

I walked back into the house where I found Corinne sitting on the couch with her legs tucked up underneath her watching some type of game show. She patted the spot next to her inviting me to sit down and watch the show with her. She moved her legs out from under her and laid them across my lap. Instinctively I caressed them and found the little indentation on her shin she got when she smacked into the diamond plate bumper on the fire truck when I gave her a tour of the firehouse when we were still dating. I was hoping to be the one who gave Ron Howard an idea for a future scene in the movie "Backdraft", but it didn't go exactly the way I had planned. Our talk was mostly guessing the answers to the game show questions. 

I began to caress lower down her leg and toyed with the ankle bracelet she was wearing. It was the ankle bracelet I gave her when we were dating on our six month anniversary. I looked at her and she smiled at me. "It's the only one I have, you know that honey." She said. The day after I gave her the bracelet, she asked me to marry her, and she hasn't taken the bracelet off since. I knew I was going to marry her since the day of my buddy Randy's wedding. Corinne was wearing very high heels that day so she wouldn't look so short against my frame. We were slow dancing when she felt how big I was. She danced me into a corner because she- "just had to see it"- fished my cock out of my suit pants, looked at it, pointed it down and stuck me between her shiny suntan nylon thighs. While still dancing to the music to create the friction against my cock, I came. She held onto me tightly to keep me from falling over while she purred into my ear. "That's it baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my thighs. Empty your balls on me."-Still slow dancing to the music. When I took her home, she dragged me into her bedroom where she measured me with her tailors tape before taking my virginity.

We continued watching whatever game show it was, making small conversation. I ran my hand lower and caressed the top of her foot, still in her silver ballet style slippers, running my fingers under her high arch. After a little while, I moved my fingers down to rub her slightly rough heel. No reaction from her. I ran the palm of my hand up her entire sole forcing her slipper to fall off her toes. The ball of her foot and toes were slightly sweaty, and I closed my fist around them and gently twisted my hand. I looked at her. 

She was still watching the game show making comments mostly to the television, with a little smile on her face. When a commercial came on, I leaned down and lightly kissed the top of her foot. Her familiar corn chip pungent aroma hit my olfactory senses, and I inhaled it deeply. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. She was looking at me smiling, and when she caught my eye, she winked at me and blew me a kiss. I started kissing her foot all over and inhaling her smell. Her other foot kicked her slipper off and she ran it up my thigh, under the leg of my shorts, and met my rapidly expanding cock. She stopped her foot, and lifted her toes allowing my cock to expand along her sole. I continued kissing and smelling her other foot. "I love you Corinne."

She laughed. "I know. You always say that when my foot is on your big wiener. Does somebody need my feet today?" She trapped my cock between the bottom of her foot and my thigh and began to rub it sideways.

"Yes." I gasped.

"Then go on big boy." She purred. "I know it has been a while since I have given you my feet. Whenever you are ready, just let it shoot." She slipped her hand into her shorts to play with herself and closed her eyes. "This is so much better than a lousy game show."

The phone rang. "Let it go Cory, you can always say you were outside and didn't hear it."

She stopped her movements. "You know I can't do that. I have to answer it."

She got up gave my cock a lustful look. "We'll finish later." She said to me, went into the kitchen to answer it. Dammit! I really needed her feet right now.

Part of getting Corinne cleaned up and off drugs was to find her a job. A friend I had in college agreed to give her a lowly data entry position with the company he worked for. He was kind of a pervert, and when I showed him a picture of Corinne, he practically drooled over it saying "well, she will be some nice eye candy at least." After twenty years, Corinne practically ran the company, became his boss, and the owner's most trusted assistant. Even when she took some days off, she usually ended up going in for a couple hours at least, to straighten out some mess with some client. 

She came back into the living room with the cordless phone in her hand. She handed it to me as she sat on the coffee table in front of the couch. "It's your mother." She smiled at me. 

I started talking to my mother on the phone, staring at Corinne who had a look of mischief in her eyes. I shook my finger at her telling her to behave. She reached down to grab one of her slippers, lifted her right foot to my lap and began tracing her foot along the length of my cock through my shorts. 

I was starting to go soft when she went to answer the phone, but came back to full hardness underneath the sole of her foot. She stopped moving her foot and leaned forward and put her slipper up to my nose. I inhaled the familiar aroma of her feet. Thank goodness my mother was doing most of the talking as I didn't have to think to answer her. She removed her slipper from my face and placed it on the couch, and took her foot off my cock to the floor. Leaning forward she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and began to pull them down with my boxers at the same time. I lifted up so she could get them off of me. When she had both around my ankles, she moved into me and started kissing along the cheek and nibbling the ear that didn't have the phone against it. She put her palm on the head of my cock, closed her fist around it and began to gently squeeze it rhythmically. She was making it very difficult to talk to my mother, but I thought I was doing a fairly decent job of it. After about a minute of this torture, she sat back onto the coffee table, and cutely bit her bottom lip, looking at my cock like she always did, as if seeing it for the first time. She lifted both feet to my cock, put it between her soles and slowly began stroking me back and forth. She shifted position of her feet, putting my cock on the top of one foot, and then stroking the top of my cock with the sole of the other, switched again, putting my cock against my shirt and stroking along the vein with the sole of one foot while the toes of the other foot fondled my balls. I was eager to get off the phone with my mother so I could concentrate on Corinne's marvelous footjob. --Mom was going to be here at six for Kayla's birthday dinner. Yep. Got it. Now shut up so I can blow my load on my wife's sexy feet, --I wanted to tell her. Corinne lifted the foot that was fondling my balls, to my face, and slowly, gently, put her toes to my nose. I breathed in her pungent aroma as she applied more pressure to my cock with her other foot and sped up her stroking. I love it when she makes me cum while I smell her feet. Mom finally ended her conversation, we said good-bye, I hung up the phone and threw it into the couch. Corinne laughed at me as I bucked my hips into her stroking foot, and pressed her other foot into my face, kissing it, smelling it, and licking her salty flavor.

"Does my stallion want my feet to make him cum?" she sweetly asked me.

"Yes!" I snorted like a bull against the foot in my face.

She giggled and asked: "Now? Or later."

I knew what her later meant. Not later as in when the kids are in bed; but later as in she was going to take her time getting me off.

"Later." I snorted into her foot again.

She giggled again: "I was hoping you would say that." She pulled both of her feet away, leaving me kissing and humping air. Reaching out with her right hand, she squeezed hard on the base of my cock stopping the flow of cum about to enter my shaft. 

Leaning into me again with her tight grip still at my base, kissing me, softly saying to me: "Settle down big boy(kiss) don't cum yet(kiss) hold it back baby(kiss) breathe deep(kiss) I will take care of you(kiss) but you have to(kiss) settle down and(kiss) not cum(kiss). She kept her tight grip on my base while laying her head on my shoulder and petting the back of my neck with her other hand. My breathing started to return to normal, my cock still very hard in her hand. "You okay baby?" she purred. I nodded yes. She looked at me and smiled: "If I let you go, you're not going to shoot?" I nodded no. She slowly released her grip around my base as if ready to grab tight again as soon as she would feel my cock get ready to fire. She looked at my cock, still hard and moved her hand away. "So I can do this then?" She laughed as she ran one finger down the length of the vein underneath my cock. The pressure she used was not enough to make me shoot. She stood up and pulled her shorts and panties to the side exposing her bald pussy to me. Her lips hanging down, her thighs wet from her excitement. Biting her bottom lip again, she moved my legs together and sat on my knees, closing her eyes and moaning as she sensually rubbed herself closer and closer to my cock. Reaching between us with her other hand, she placed my cock at her entrance, half-opened her eyes, and whispered, "Is my stallion ready to fuck me?" Again I nodded yes. She put me in her, closed her eyes, and bit her bottom lip again, and started to take me into her slowly, inch by inch. I put my hands on her ass to help her, and she shook her head no. "Don't help me. Let me do it." She whispered. For as many times we have made love, Corinne was still a tight fit, and sometimes she can't get all of me inside her. -Must be because of her small body. She likes to takes me slowly like this, and she usually orgasms before all of me is in her. Sure enough, just as she got past the half-way point, she stopped and breathed out heavy. I felt some of her orgasm leak out of her and run down my shaft, over my balls, and down to the couch. "Towel" she whispered. "Remember a towel next time." She continued her descent, a little quicker now that I was lubed up, and when she had me all the way in her, she stopped moving, slowly fell onto me, and breathed out heavy into my ear. I felt her orgasm again, this time only over my balls. "I love having you in me Brad." She whispered into my ear. "It always feels so good when you're in me." She began to slowly move all the way up my shaft, then down again. She did this two more times before she ground her clit against the base of my shaft and came again. After her orgasm passed, she whispered in my ear again: "I so needed you today Brad. I've been so horny the past couple days, but I've been unusually tired lately." She leaned her cheek against my shoulder face looking at me. "I'm still kind of tired, but I wasn't going to deny you if you wanted me today. I love you Brad."

"I love you Cory." I whispered back at her and kissed her luscious lips. 

"Do you really need to cum on my feet?" she asked softly. I looked at her, and I'm sure she saw the huge question mark on my face. "It's just I'm so content and relaxed right now because I have you in me, I want to feel you throb and pulse inside me and..." she winked..."have a little something of you inside me for the rest of the day." 

She started to slowly gyrate in my lap as she whispered: "I need your sperm inside me right now. I promise later tonight I will put on my shiny nylons and you can cum on my feet as much as you want. What color should I wear for you?"

I didn't get a chance to answer as we were interrupted by a: "Uhm guys? Can I ask why you didn't take this to the bedroom?" Kayla returned and was looking at us from around the corner of the kitchen to the living room.

"Oh my God." Corinne said and buried her face into my neck.

"Kayla....what the hell?" I asked.

"I brought the title for my Jetta mom said you guys needed so you can give it to the junkyard." Kayla was still peeking around the corner, waving the title at us.

"You had to bring it now?" I asked as Corinne's vaginal muscles involuntarily squeezed around my shaft in an attempt to keep me hard inside her. It didn't work.

"Well, I didn't think you guys would be doing the hokey pokey at 130 in the afternoon; and on the couch no less, where people will probably be sitting later tonight."

Corinne started to laugh and got up off me. Since her shorts and panties were only pulled to the side, she could arrange them as she got up so it wouldn't look like I was just buried balls deep in her. "Your father and I were just having a moment Kayla. We weren't doing anything like that, so don't let your mind wander."

"Right..." Kayla drawled out. "I must schedule an eye appointment then, cuz I swear I see dad's shorts around his ankles." She gave us both one of her goofy grins.

Corinne walked past Kayla into the kitchen talking about the title for her car. I sat on the couch because I knew if I tried to pull my shorts up Kayla would get the full monty. I looked to see if Kayla followed her mom into the kitchen, but nope. She was still looking at me with a big smile on her face, arms across her chest, right leg bent at the knee, left leg straight. And she still was wearing socks and tennis shoes. She rose one eyebrow as if to say; well aren't you going to get up and show me something?; before she stuck her tongue out at me, blew me a kiss, and turned to follow her mother. I quickly reached down to pull my shorts up, adjusted myself, and decided to escape out the front door to the garage. As I was walking out I heard Corinne gasp and say something that sounded like. "Kayla Ann, don't be asking questions like that." 

I busied myself in the garage doing something close to nothing. I began wiping my wrenches with a rag just for something to do. I heard the back door open and turned to see Kayla walking toward her car. She got in and left without even noticing I was in the garage. Corinne came out about ten minutes later. She had her purse slung over her left shoulder, keys in her right hand. She had changed into a different pair of shorts, these shorts being longer in the legs, ending above her knees. Her sexy bare feet I was kissing, smelling, and had me so close to eruption thirty minutes ago, were in her high heeled cork wedge sandals. With a sexy smile on her face, she walked right up to me, put her keys in her left hand holding on to the strap in her purse, gave me a lingering kiss on the lips as her right hand went up the leg of my shorts, closing her palm around my cock head, rhythmically squeezing again until I was all the way hard in her palm. She broke off the kiss and turned slightly so her right shoulder was against me, used her thumb and forefinger to make an O underneath the head of my cock and stroked my shaft quickly. Looking down at my cock and the precum she was making drool out of it, she said: "I'm taking the title to that place, and then stopping to pick up a few things for Kayla's dinner tonight. Don't jack off while I'm gone. I want all of it. I'll be back in about 30 minutes. Move your truck please?" She let my cock go, and sexily swayed her ass at me as she took the few steps to her car. I took a minute to compose myself, before backing my truck out so she could get out. I pulled the truck back into the driveway and was again putzing in the garage to settle my nerves down from the constant teasing today from Kayla's text messages, to being balls deep in my wife and making her orgasm like usual, and the quick masturbation without release a few minutes ago. I didn't know how much more I could take. At that moment, a car pulled into the driveway and a horn beeped. I looked and it was Kayla. She beeped twice, and I wondered why she just didn't get out. As I was walking toward the car she poked her head out the driver window. 

"Dad." She said. "I can't figure out how set the radio stations."

When I drove Kayla's car home from the dealership, I took the liberty and set her radio stations for her. Some country, oldies, and even a polka station I happened to find. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Not funny dad." She said. "You snuck away before and I've been trying to call you on your cell, but of course you never answer that damn thing." 




My Daughter's Feet Ch. 05



I was standing by the front left corner of the car, and waved at her in a motion for her to get out. "Why don't you hop out and then I'll show you." 

"Uhm...no dad." She said. "I can't get out of the car. You are going to have to come over here, plus I wanna show you something. Is mom home?" She smiled. Did she emphasize the word "come?"

"What do you mean you can't get out of the car?" I asked. "Your mother left to go to the store but she should be back in a few minutes." 

She smiled again. "Just come here then quick so I can show you something. I can't get out of the car."

I took the few steps to her car door. Put my arms on top of the car and peered into the driver window. "Just why the heck can't you—"

She giggled at me. "I told you so. I wanted to show you this."

Kayla was sitting on a bath towel on her seat. Her Capri pants were pulled down to her knees. Her right leg was out of them, her right shoe on the floor. Her right foot with her sock still on, bent at the knee. She was pushing a pink vibrator in and out of her, her panties pulled to one side. She turned it on, and began humming with the buzzing sound, a smile on her face, looking right at me. "Watch me cum dad?" she asked breathily. 

All reason escaped me. "Better make it quick before your mom gets home."

"I'm practically there dad. Just tell me I can cum with you watching me."

"Take your sock off so I can see your foot." I growled

"Uh-uh dad. No more foot shows until I can play with your cock. I told you that already. I told you I have been so horny lately and watching you and mom have sex really got my motor going." She hummed a little again still pushing the vibrator in and out of her. "Passenger door is open dad. I know you didn't get to cum inside mom. Get in, pull your shorts down, I'll take my sock off and you can cum on my foot." She continued her humming with the buzzing. 

"I'm going to have to go with option B. -stand here and watch you."

Kayla closed her eyes "You're loss." She whispered as she turned the speed up one more notch, humming higher as the buzzing increased, spread her right leg over to the passenger seat and held perfectly still for about 10 seconds before the toes of her right foot started curling in her sock, and her signature chipmunk orgasm squeals made their way out of her tightly pursed lips, Good thing too, nobody but me could hear them then. 

"Thank you daddy." She said in her little girl's voice and started to put herself back together. "I gotta run." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips while pulling her pants up. With a wave, a beep of her horn, and a "See ya later dad." She was gone.



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 06



Kayla's birthday dinner went well. My mother showed up on time, dressed to the nines as usual. My dad worked for the railroad during the depression and found my mother in South Carolina. She was 100 percent southern belle, except she didn't have a lot of money. Mom and dad lived well enough to always have money for things they needed though. Dad told me once when we had a serious talk about life, her family booted her off the gravy train when she fell in love with and married a roughneck. If you got her drunk, she would tell you a story of how her family lost most of their money when the south lost the war. 

Corinne seemed unusually tired, but she chalked it up to not being used to sitting around, since she was on vacation this week. Privately she gave me the lustful look and said she was tired from the afternoon delight she enjoyed. At the time, we had no clue and couldn't know she was cancerous. Ironically, my mother happened to mention to her she should go to the doctor for a check-up. It would be another few years before she would be forced to go, and by that time it was too late. Had she taken my mother's advice on Kayla's twenty-first birthday, she might still be alive today. 

Kayla showed up wearing a different outfit. It still matched of course, and she still had socks and shoes on, giving me her coy little smile when she noticed me looking. Trina told her to get her suit on, and jump in the pool with her and Ken. I told her that was a good idea since it was very hot out today, but she refused to take a swim in the pool with her brother and sister.

My sister Bridgette, of course was a no show. I talked to her on Sunday over the phone and told her to stop in for Kayla's pre-birthday dinner. At least she would have a decent meal in her once. My mother worried about her, funny how mom doesn't worry any other time. Like when we take her to the hospital in an ambulance because she got drunk, used drugs, passed out - and the people she was partying with called because they thought she was dead. Besides Corinne, and more recently Kayla, my sister is the only other female who freely allows me to see her naked body and nylon feet quite frequently. When she was young, she was very pretty. Thus began my masturbation years, with my sister the subject of my masturbation fantasies. Years later, after Corinne took my virginity and got me addicted to sex, my sister would let me bury myself deep inside her when Corinne and I would break up for a while. Bridgette loved feeling my penis pump sperm inside her. If I notice in the logs the ambulance hasn't been at her dump lately, I stop in to make sure she is still alive. If she is drunk when I stop, she gets naked and fondles me through my pants and begs me to fuck her or let her blow me. Sometimes she stops by and asks to borrow money to pay the rent, or other things she needs. She always offers to repay me with sex since she doesn't have money. When I told her Corinne got me addicted to her nylon feet, Bridgette would wear nylons when she came over and added footjobs to her repayment plan. If she is baked when I show up, she doesn't recognize me and has no clue I was even there. She is not as pretty now as she used to be. I promised mom I would stop in by her tomorrow and make sure she was okay.

I jokingly told my mom we were getting Kayla golf clubs, which started the golf club story. Her brother and sister got her each a sleeve of golf balls for a joke, but then pulled out prepaid gas cards. But grandma on the other hand, went all out with the golf clubs story. I don't know what she was thinking. She got her a temporary membership to a very exclusive Country Club, with a fifty dollar bar tab, and a fifty dollar food tab. The temporary membership lasted a month, and costed a thousand dollars. Considering a salad in the place costs twelve bucks and a regular beer about the same, I knew Kayla wasn't going to get drunk in there. She couldn't afford it. Hell, I couldn't afford going there. Corinne and I went there on our anniversary two years ago, and practically had to take a second mortgage on the house just to pay our bar tab. Then, mom gave her the really big surprise. 

"I have reservations for you and that nice Matt boy you're seeing this Friday night. There is a table for two reserved in their main dining room, and they are having an orchestra for dancing during dinner. I'm sure you both will have a fun time there." Mother's southern drawl said proudly. 

"Gee thanks grandma...but I'm not with Matt anymore. He broke up with me." Kayla sighed.

"Oh my lands." The southern drawl again. "I'm so sorry to hear. Surely you must have somebody else to escort you then."

Kayla sighed again. "No, I don't grandma. I've been too busy with work and school to be looking for a boyfriend right now." 

"Oh my lands." Again with the southern drawl. "A southern belle mustn't go by herself-my lands, surely you must have a gentleman friend to escort you."

What? My daughter is a southern belle? When did this happen? She was practically a tomboy until her teen years-then she became all girly. She definitely hasn't behaved like a southern belle lately. Mother must be getting senile. 

"Sorry grandma." Kayla put her elbow on the table and rested her head against her hand. "I'm going to have to cancel the reservation. I'm sure I won't find a "gentleman to escort me" in only two and a half days. I would have to shop for a dress also. I don't have the time or money to do that."

"Well...my lands." The southern drawl said. She thought for a moment then turned to me. "Surely Brady, you can and must escort your daughter to this. A southern belle cannot be held responsible for not having an escort and cancelling reservations."

Kayla perked up when she heard that, Corinne put a hand to her mouth and stifled a laugh, Ken and Trina didn't bother to stifle a laugh, as I stood in front of the grill stuttering for an excuse.

"That would be a great idea daddy." A rejuvenated Kayla said. 

"Absolutely Brad." A stifling laugh from Corinne chimed in. "You could take her there for your official last dad/daughter date. You guys just ended it with no fanfare."

Ken took his shots at me too, while Trina, who added shots of her own building on Ken's, had a scowling, hopeful, distasteful look on her face as if to relay to me, 'If you don't take her, take me.'

"I can't take her. I don't have a suit to wear for something like that." I said, trying to get out of it.

"Lands." Scolded the southern drawl. "You can, you are, and you will Brady Baldwin. No son of mine is not a gentleman. A gentleman could and should be escorting a southern belle; even if she is your daughter." Mom folded her hands in her lap. "I will give both of you money to obtain proper attire."

"But ma—" I pleaded.

"I've spoken my piece, and counted to three." said the southern drawl softly and gave me the mother look. That pretty much meant that was the end of the conversation. 

Kayla beamed at me full of happiness. Corinne continued to stifle her laughter as Ken kept up the pop-shots at Kayla and I. Trina still added hers on to Ken's. Before my mother left, she gave me money for a tuxedo, and Kayla money for an evening gown. I still tried to get out of it by handing her the money back, but she just gave it to Corinne who openly laughed now, and assured her it would be used as her wish.

After my mother left, making me promise again to check on my sister tomorrow, Ken and Trina went to hang with their friends while Kayla and Corinne did the dishes. I covered the pool and cleaned the grill. Looking in through the patio door, I could see Kayla talking excitedly to her mom. I opened a beer and sat down in a deck chair on the patio to relax a moment and take in the night air. Stars filled the cloudless sky, and crickets chirped in the darkness. An occasional slap would end the life of a mosquito. The patio door opened, and Kayla walked out toward me.

"I'm going home dad." I stood up and she put her arms around my waist giving me a hug. "Thanks so much for making my birthday special this year." She sighed. "Everything from the new car to making steaks on the grill, to taking me to that country club Friday night; this is the best birthday ever." She hugged me a little tighter. I put my arms over her shoulder and gave her a hug back.

"No problem turtle dove. Drive safe home. See you Thursday for coffee?"

"Maybe dad. I'm going to have to hunt to find a dress, it might take a couple days." She laughed.

I gave her a kiss on her blonde hair. "Okay then. If you don't, I guess I will see you on Friday when I pick you up."

Kayla still held onto my waist as she backed up a little, stood on her tip-toes, and gave me her standard daughter good-bye kiss on my lips. She put on strawberry flavored lip gloss before she came out to say good-bye, and I ended up licking my lips on reflex when she pulled away. She giggled at my reaction and whispered in a fake southern drawl: "I s'pose y'all think you're going to see my feet in nylons Friday don't you?"

I whispered back: "Kayla, that is the furthest thing from my mind."

"Well..." she whispered as she let go of my waist and placed her hands on my chest, "Mom said she was going up to bed. So I was thinking...let's take a ride in my new car. You can drive. I'll take my shoes and socks off, and give you a footjob to properly thank you for the awesome birthday present. Or, you can just take your cock out and jerk off while kissing my feet, whichever you want to do. Just one more present daddy; please let me see or feel a hard cock on my birthday and cross the 'kind of' incest line with me."

"Tempting offer Kayla..." I whispered back. "But I've already driven your car."

"Okay." She sighed. "I still need to know how to program my radio stations though. Will you walk me to my car?" She said as she turned from me, sexily swaying her ass across the patio to her car. I had a feeling of what she planned to do, so I stayed put. 

"Read the owner's manual. That will tell you." I called after her. When she noticed I wasn't following her, she gave me a pouty face, stuck her tongue out at me, giggled, got into her car, and with a beep of her horn and a "See ya later dad." She left. 

I walked over to the trash can by the garage drinking the last swallow of beer in my bottle before throwing it away. When I turned around, Trina was walking up the couple steps to the patio. "Hi dad." She said to me over her shoulder. "I see Kayla just left."

"Yep Treen..." I said ..."And I was just heading up to bed. Gotta work tomorrow." 

"I know dad." She said. "Good night." She opened the patio door to the kitchen and stepped inside, leaving me standing there wondering just what the heck happened for her to start calling me dad again? What was in the water she was drinking at supper tonight?

Trina is a pretty girl, at least to me but I could be biased. She has fiery red hair and freckles. She has my vision as evidenced by the fact she had to wear glasses since she was three, but has her mother's beautiful brown eyes. She is a bookworm, and has more dates with books than boys. She is ranked number one in her class. She isn't a jock or a cheerleader like her sister was, but she did join the school band playing the flute. Sometimes I just block everything out and listen to her practice in her room when I'm downstairs with the television on mute. She was upset at the beginning of the school year when she didn't make first chair. When I hear her play, I wonder who could have possibly been better that day to beat her. She did not have many friends, and the ones she did have were very courteous and respectful. She just turned 16 a few months ago, opting out of the big sweet 16 birthday bash for a simple dinner with family like the one we just had for Kayla. She also chose not to get her driver's license yet. She hasn't called me dad in the five years since my dad died, so at least maybe she has finally forgiven me.

I made my way to our bedroom, finding my sexy wife asleep on top of the covers, wearing nothing but shiny nude thigh highs. She was snoring softly. I chuckled to myself as I sat down on the bed next to her. I gently ran my hands over her back, giving her a soft back rub. A little lower and I gently rubbed her still perfect ass. Twisting around, I leaned down and put little kisses down her legs until I got to her feet. I admired her perfect nylon feet for a few minutes. The feet I had shot so much cum onto in the last twenty years, I briefly wondered how many children we would really have if all my cum went into the proper place. I then kissed her foot. She must've taken a shower before bed as all I smelled were perfumed nylons. I stood at the end of the bed, dropped my shorts, lifted her feet to my crotch and put my hardening cock in between them. I held her feet still as I slowly fucked myself with my wife's shiny nude nylon feet. My cell phone rang, it was Kayla. I didn't answer, determined to blow my load. Kayla called again, and again I didn't answer. The third time Kayla called I answered just so I could tell her to stop calling. After all, I was trying to get something done here.

"Dad!" her shaky voice yelled into the phone. "I need help!" My cock immediately went soft.

"Where are you." I said as I pulled up my shorts and began to look for my keys. 

"I'm at home." She let out a little scream. "Dad hurry! I need help!"

Out of instinct I grabbed my portable radio out of the charger, and my firebox keys in case her apartment was locked. This way, I could just open the firebox for the master key to the apartments. Keys in hand, I flew down the steps listening to her pant and whimper into the phone. 

"I'm coming Kayla. Just hang on baby girl I'll be there in a jiffy." I heard a smack and a thud that sounded like her phone got knocked out of her hand and hit the floor. The line went quiet and I shouted her name a few times into my phone. As I got into my truck I looked at my cell phone and realized the call ended. I tried to call her back and got no answer. I roared down the street in my truck making yield signs out of stop signs. It normally took ten minutes to drive from our house to her apartment, I was determined to set a speed record and make it ten seconds. My mind was racing, should I call the police? Does she need an ambulance? What am I going to find when I get there? Would I be walking into a bad situation? Didn't matter to me--the son of a bitch who was hurting my little girl signed his own death certificate. He wasn't making it out of her apartment alive.

I got to Kayla's apartment in just under three minutes. Portable radio and firebox keys in hand, I ran in through the front door and up the steps to the second floor until I was standing in front of her door. I put my ear to the door to listen for any noises. Hearing none, I knocked and yelled her name through the door while turning the knob finding the door locked. I knocked and yelled again, and thought I heard a muffled cry through the door. That's all it took for me. Instinct had me kicking the door in and I backed up to the wall, before I realized I was holding onto the firebox keys. Back down the steps frantically trying to find her apartment firebox key on my key ring. When I found it and opened the box, her apartment key was hanging there. After taking the steps two at a time, I was back in front of her door. I didn't bother knocking. I unlocked her door doing a mental check preparing myself to do battle with whoever thought they could mess with my daughter. Once inside, I closed the door softly while doing a scene size-up. I noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

"Kayla." I yelled alerting her and anybody else who might be in the apartment I was here, and they better be gone.

"Dad! " Kayla answered immediately. "I'm in here, I need help." Followed by a grunt and whimper which made my adrenaline soar.

I gingerly and slowly walked down the short hallway checking the bathroom to make sure I wasn't going to get jumped. "Is there anybody here with you Kayla?"

"Nobody dad. I'm alone."

That made me relax a little. Instead of getting beaten, maybe she hurt herself changing a light bulb or something. Hey it could happen. I slowly turned the knob on the bedroom door, although more relaxed, still preparing for the worst, and hoping for the best. When I opened the door, I soon discovered the mental picture I had of what could possibly be happening, was nowhere near what was happening. Kayla had gotten herself into a mess all right. My pure as the fresh snowfall southern belle daughter experimented in bondage. She was lying face down on her bed wearing only black pantyhose with the crotch cut out of them, her head hanging over the side of her bed facing away from the door. Her right wrist was handcuffed to her right ankle, and left wrist to left ankle. Her legs bent at the knees to accommodate her handcuffs forcing her to keep her legs open. Well, that and a butt plug in her ass. The pink vibrator she used earlier in the day when she masturbated in her car, almost all the way inside her, buzzing at a high speed. Her feet and toes were flexing and curling in a vain attempt to push the plug or vibrator out of her. 

"Kayla....what the hell?" I asked surprised at what I saw.

"Dad...please turn the fucken vibrator off. I can't take it anymore." She panted and whimpered before pushing her pelvis into the bed and releasing her signature chipmunk squeal. Her hips pounded against the mattress as I stood there dumbfounded, my cock rising in my shorts again as I watched my daughter fuck herself on the vibrator. I was moving in slow motion for some odd reason leaning over my side of the bed, watching her feet flex and toes curl in her pantyhose as I reached out to pull the vibrator out of her and left it lay on the bed still buzzing away.

"Thank you dad." She said in a sigh of relief. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you." Her pussy was gaping open from removing the vibrator and her hips moved back and forth as if her pussy was searching for the buzzing vibrator to fill it again. I stared at her open pussy then looked at her wrinkled pantyhose soles when she curled her toes. "Dad can you take the butt plug out too please? It's starting to hurt." I heard her, but I couldn't act on her words except sit on the bed, undo the button and zipper on my shorts and stroke my cock. Kayla heard my zipper go down. "Dad what are you doing?" The bed began to move from my masturbation. "Are you jerking off dad?" She tried to lift her head to watch me, but her position and her restraints weren't allowing her the proper angle. "Oooh daddy." She purred. "Yes. Jerk off for me daddy. You can smell my feet if that will help you cum". I put my face down to her nylon sole smelling previously socked feet and lotion. I lightly rubbed my face against her sole, breathing in her scent. She flexed her foot against my face. I switched to smelling her other foot and she turned her body giving me easier access to it. She began to rub her pussy into the mattress. "Just take me dad. Make me your perfect little slut. My pussy is a little sore from the vibrator, but I need cock. It's my birthday-Fuck me daddy. Please. I'm really good." 

I came back to reality, realizing what I was doing. I had one foot over the incest line she wanted me to cross with her. I wasn't about to step over totally. I stopped my stroking and put myself away. After taking a few minutes to compose myself I asked her again; "Kayla...what the hell?" 

"I know this looks bad, but I can explain." She sighed, hanging her head over the side of the bed.

"I don't want to know." I said with a hand raised. "Just tell me what you need that you had to call me for help and had me thinking you were being raped."

"I dropped the key to the handcuffs and it's underneath the bed." She said flatly.




My Daughter's Feet Ch. 06



I looked underneath the bed and sure enough, the key was laying there up by the headboard. I reached out to grab it, noticing a few other sex toys underneath her bed. There was a double headed dildo, a strap-on dildo, a ball gag, a penis pump, and a pair of clear stripper heels. I shook my head and grabbed the key. Walking around the bed to face her, I said: "Interesting collection underneath your bed Kayla."

She smiled a little and grunted trying to push the butt plug out of her. "Dad, can you please take out the butt plug too? It's starting to hurt."

I chuckled at her. "No I think I'll leave it right where it is. You put it there, you take it out."

She stuck her bottom lip out at me. "You can use any of those other toys on me if you want."

Again I chuckled. "No I think I'll leave them where they are too."

She gave me her bedroom eyes and seductively purred. "I did Matt with the strap-on a few times reaching around to handjob him until he came while he was licking my toes in those heels you saw. I can do you like that too."

"You make tempting offers Kayla." I chuckled. "But I'm still going to pass." I held the key up to her. "I'll unlock a wrist, you do the rest. Okay?"

She put her head down and sighed. "I guess so."

I went to the other side of the bed to unlock her handcuffs. I again admired her feet in the black nylon, her silver toenails just barely visible. "Kayla..." I softly said. "Your feet look so sexy in these pantyhose."

She giggled. "Really? I thought you didn't like black nylons or pantyhose." She flexed her feet and spread her toes for my viewing pleasure. 

"Normally I don't." I softly said again. "It must be the light in here, because they do look sexy on your feet tonight."

"Well dad..." she softly replied. "I shouldn't have to say this again, but if you want to cum on them, you know I will let you."

I walked around to her side of the bed and got down on my knee so she could look at me. "I'm sorry Kayla." I replied. "You know I love you, but I just can't cross that line with you. Please understand where I'm coming from. We have to end this before somebody gets hurt; namely, your mother. She means as much to me as you do. I can't undo what we have done already, but I can't continue this either, especially with you. Understand?"

A tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm sorry dad. I love you so much. I understand. I can only pray I find a man as loving and caring as you. No more teasing. Forgive me?"

I wiped the tear from her cheek and kissed it. "Of course turtle dove. You're my little girl. I will always love you and forgive you...no matter what." I gently ran my fingers through her hair.

She gave a little shudder. "Now you probably think I'm a two dollar whore again looking like this." More tears. "What's wrong with me dad? Am I not pretty? I can't find a decent guy to love me."

"You will turtle dove. You will." I softly said to her. "You're very pretty Kayla. I don't think you're a two dollar whore. I think you're just trying to hard with a guy who is already spoken for. If you would look around, I'm sure there are plenty of decent guys out there. Honest."

She sniffled: "Thanks daddy for thinking I'm not a whore and saying I'm pretty."

"You can stop crying now Kayla." I gently said.

"No I can't dad." She sniffled again. "I told you, the butt plug is really starting to hurt." I laughed at her which forced a little smile out of her. "It's not funny dad. It really hurts."

I still laughed at her. "Well...as I said, you put it there, you take it out. I'll unlock you." I gave her another kiss on her cheek, stopped petting her head and got off my knee so I could go around to the other side and unlock her. As I bent down to put the key in the lock, I put my nose in between her nylon toes and the ball of her foot, smelling her sweet/sour aroma, a little of her sock, and a hint of her lotion. She responded by curling her toes around my nose, and cooing gently.

"You can kiss and smell my feet whenever you want to daddy. I love you." She softly said.

I kissed up the bottom of her foot, before I did the same with her other foot. I inserted the key to her right cuff, turned it and the cuff opened. I whispered to her. "I love you too turtle dove." I got up and left her apartment, returned the master key to the firebox, locked it and drove home. I had enough excitement for one day.



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 07



The next morning I woke up with Corinne half-lying on top of me. Sometime during the night she had gotten up. When I came home from 'rescuing' Kayla, she was still lying on top of the covers. Instead of waking her, I just stripped down to my boxers and got into bed underneath the sheet. My wife was now half-lying on top of me in her nightgown snuggled up underneath my arm. Her right leg was draped over my waist and her leg in between my legs with her right hand on my cock against her leg. This was a normal position for her, although I never really got used to it. I kind of felt violated sometimes. She made a remark once she just liked to hold it when she was sleeping, it was comforting to her. I gently finagled myself from underneath her, gave her a kiss on her reddish-brown hair and headed to the shower. 

After a shower, I got dressed and made my way downstairs the smell of coffee in the air. Funny, I don't remember setting the coffee pot last night. I also smelt bacon frying. I inwardly smiled to myself walking through the living room to the kitchen thinking Kayla was here making breakfast and coffee as a way of saying thank you for her rescue last night. As I entered the kitchen, I was surprised to find Trina being the chef. She was standing in front of the stove pushing the bacon around in a pan. She had on a light bathrobe tied across her waist and came down to her knees. She wasn't wearing slippers and her feet were bare. I walked over to the coffee pot to steal a cup of coffee. 

"Morning Treen" I said to her looking out the window. "Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day again isn't it?"

"Good Morning dad." She answered giving me a small smile. "Yes it does. I hope you're hungry this morning, I thought I would make you some breakfast before you go to work."

I sipped my coffee and told her: "Thanks. I wasn't hungry until I smelled the bacon frying and now I'm famished. Thank you so much Treen." I gently leaned toward her and gave her a kiss on her forehead. I couldn't remember the last time I did that, but I figured if she was being good enough to call me dad again and make me breakfast, I could be good enough to kiss my daughter.

"No problem dad." -Her big smile showing her braces. She was wearing her second pair of glasses which men and women in the armed forces dubbed birth-control glasses. The standard one frame for all, and they were hideous looking. I opened the back door to retrieve the morning paper from underneath the bushes, and took a seat at the kitchen table. Setting down my coffee cup, I glanced over the headlines on the front page, before doing my usual habit of going to the back page and began reading the paper from back to front. She began humming to herself, something I didn't recognize, but with the type of music kids listen to today, I didn't recognize anything. 

"What song you humming there Treen?" I asked her still looking over my paper. 

"Oh nothing really dad. I got this song stuck in my head, and humming to it sometimes makes it go away. Bacon is almost done, over easy eggs dad?"

"Uh...yeah Treen. Over easy is fine." I said a little surprised she actually knew how I like my eggs. As I was turning the page to my paper I happaen to catch out of the corner of my eye, she scratched her left breast. Well, at least what there was of it. I haven't checked because I'm not a full blown perv, but I knew she only had to be an A cup, if not still wearing a training bra. She shifted her weight to her right leg, slightly bending her left leg and turned her left foot out to balance herself.

"So what's on the agenda today Treen?" I asked her trying to make conversation.

She gave me Kayla's triple d look and said: "Duh...school today." 

"Stupid me." I said slapping my forehead. "I knew that."

Trina giggled at me before flipping my eggs and turning off the stove. After a minute, she scooped the eggs out of the pan, put a couple pieces of bacon on my plate and brought it to me. "Toast will be done in a sec dad."

I started chewing on a strip of bacon. "Mmm. Tastes good. Thanks again Treen." I said still chewing the bacon.

"Dad." She snipped which made me look at her. She had a hand on her hip and the spatula pointed at me. "Don't talk with your mouth full. Where's your manners." She scolded with her smile.

I laughed at her. "Sorry sorry my bad." Still chewing my bacon.

Trina filled her own plate, buttered the toast, and brought it to me. She took her seat at her usual chair at the table and we both ate in silence. Trina acted like she wanted to say something, so I just remained quiet afraid if I would say something, she might want to at the same time and then possibly chicken out. I don't know if it was because a lack of communication or affection between us in the last five years, but we both seemed to not have anything to say to each other that wouldn't involve something about my dad. Of course I loved her, she was my daughter, and the tension between us the last five years seemed to slowly dissipate. Corinne mentioned yesterday she seemed to be getting a little soft on me. Trina calling me dad again starting last night and making me breakfast today, I wasn't going to ask questions. I was just happy and excited my other daughter and I were going to start a viable dad/daughter relationship again; I think. I finished my breakfast, wiped my mouth with my napkin, stood up and rubbed my belly.

"Such a good hearty breakfast this morning, I feel like a nap." I laughed. Trina gave me a little smile, still chewing on her breakfast. I took my dishes and put them in the sink, went and got my portable radio and firebox key ring, returning to the kitchen finding Trina putting her dishes into the sink. "Gotta run Treen, have a good day at school. See you tomorrow."

"Hey dad?" Trina asked stopping me in my tracks. I turned around and she came over to me, and gave me a hug. I hugged her tight to me, and bent down to give her a kiss on the top of her fiery red head. "Stay safe today okay?"

"I will Treen. I promise." I gave her another kiss on the top of her head. "I love you." 

I left the house a little earlier than usual. I wanted to check up on my rescue victim from the night before and make sure she was okay. I couldn't help but laugh out loud in the privacy of my truck remembering how I found her in such a compromising position. I had the visual in my head. Kayla being naked, with her head hanging over the side of her bed, wearing black nylons. Not my favorite color, but they looked good on her last night. She definitely was one freaky girl. It must be inherited from her mother. Corinne could be absolutely wild when the itch hit strong. She was a lioness and I was her prey. Those encounters started with her jumping on me from behind using her full weight and momentum to take me down, and she didn't hold anything back; biting and growling, followed by raw uninhibited sex. 

I stopped in front of Kayla's apartment building and walked up the steps to her apartment whistling the remainder of the song I cut off when I turned off my truck. I knocked on her door. As I always did, I put my hand up to the peephole so she couldn't see it was me. She still would answer, and then I would scold her for opening the door to someone who might want to harm her. She laughed at me every time. After waiting about a minute, I knocked again. As always, the deadbolt was unlocked, and I could hear the chain sliding off. The door opened, and I was greeted with a grouchy morning. I stepped inside turning to close the door, and snickering a little, I started the conversation with: "How is my...." Before I turned around and seen what she was wearing. Kayla took a seat at her kitchen table and had a see-through light green night gown on and nothing underneath. Her hair was mussed probably because I just woke her up. Her eyes were half open. Her body was openly on display underneath the nightie. Her breasts stood firm and proud on her chest. She had to be a 36c instead of a B cup like I thought. Her night gown was short and ended just above her vagina. Her blonde pubic hairs on display for anyone to see, her pubic mound looking a little bruised from the punishment it received last night. Her legs were bare crossed left over right, and her pedicured feet with the silver toenails remained still.

"What do you want dad?" she said as if I was annoying her. "Or did you just come here to gloat."

I began to stutter a little and tried to regain control of the situation. So I said what I always did. "I can't believe you opened the door Kayla. My hand was over the peephole. What if I was some lunatic who wanted to harm you? You would've just let that person in." she helped me finish.

"Doubt it." She said still with the annoyed tone. "You're the only person who does that when they come over, I already know it's you." She got up from her chair and went to a cabinet where she took out a pack of cigarettes. Taking a cigarette out, she put it in her mouth, lit it with a match and threw the burned out match in the trash can. Grabbing an empty soda can from the kitchen counter; she sat back down at the table. I could only stand there and stare at her unashamedly expose herself to me. To top that all off, my daughter smokes. She blew out a couple smoke rings before blowing the rest of the smoke out before she looked at me and still in her annoyed tone, "What?! So I like to have a cigarette in the morning. The only one I smoke all day. What's the big deal?"

"Okay." I said finally putting some words together. "I'm just going to leave. You're not in a good mood this morning. I'm sorry if I woke you up. I just wanted to check on you and wish you a happy birthday. That's all." I turned to leave.

"Dad." She said in a little friendlier tone now. "Sorry for being a grouch. I usually am until I have my morning cigarette." I turned to look at her. Her legs were now uncrossed and spread apart a little giving me an unobstructed view of her va jay jay.

"Okay." I said again. "But do you think you should cover yourself up a little so you're not on display for the world to see?"

She just laughed at me. "It's only you dad. You have seen my body before, and after the way you found me last night, I know you're not going to try and fuck me." She gave me a coy little smile: "But I do know if I get you worked up enough, you will jerk off for me." She took another drag of her cigarette. "And you play dirty dad-jerking off while smelling my feet. I was even wearing black nylons. Cuffed like I was, I couldn't lift my head high enough to see you doing it, or lower my feet to touch your cock." She took another drag off her cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly. "Last night was an accident. Honest. I didn't set you up to see me like that." Another drag: "I play like that sometimes, and when I was done and tried to get out, I dropped the key."

I held my hands up. "I really don't need to hear the story Kayla. I've been a paramedic a long time. Believe me when I say I have seen things involving sex toys and sex games which were a lot worse than the situation you were in. At least you called me and not 911." I looked at my watch. "I have to get going or I'm going to be late. Happy birthday turtle dove."

Kayla gave me her bedroom eyes and purred at me. "You so could've taken me last night dad. I've told you many times I would love to be your perfect little slut." She put her cigarette in her soda can, sat back in her chair and spread her legs wider. She began to run her fingers of her right hand through her pubic hair while her left hand tweaked her nipples until they were hard underneath her night gown. Using her little girl voice she said: "My pussy is a wittle sore today daddy; will you come over here and kiss it to make it aw better? Pwetty Pwease?" she put her left leg on the table flexing her foot and curling her toes at me. Switching back to her seductive purr-"Or would you rather kiss and smell my feet dad. You don't have to jerk off while you do that, I'm going to do that for you."

Kayla was very good at being a seductive siren. Where did she learn that? My cock was straining in my pants. I didn't get to cum yesterday and my balls just ached from the amount of sperm in them. I knew I should've woken Corinne up this morning. Thank goodness I normally wear pants that were loose in the crotch so she couldn't see how hard she was making me. I put on my poker face again and sighed. "I just came to check on you and wish you happy birthday." Looking at my watch again-"I gotta go.

Kayla stopped playing, took her leg off the table and jumped up out of her chair. Smiling at me she said: "See dad? You have amazing self-control. I knew you weren't going to do anything. That's why I love you so much. You're not going to take advantage of me." My hand on the doorknob, Kayla walked over to me and hugged me around the waist. "Stay safe today dad. Okay?"

"I will turtle dove." I said to her. I leaned down and gave her a kiss on her blonde hair. "I love you Kayla." She snuggled a little closer into me when I said that, her bare pussy resting against my cock in my pants. If she knew, she didn't show it.

"I love you to dad." Kayla turned her face up to me and puckered her lips to give me her standard daughter good-bye kiss on the lips I have grown accustomed to. She held me there for a few seconds before she snuck her tongue into my mouth. I didn't think anything of it since she has done this before when we were alone, and it normally lasts only a second. This time however, she kept her tongue in there, and started to ride her bare pussy against my cock in my pants. A wave of ecstasy came over me. My cock was being stimulated and after having been teased all day yesterday it was feeling pretty good. 

Kayla backed up from me and looked down, her eyes wide. "Holy fuck dad, is that you?" I nodded my head yes. She looked back up to me with her daddy smile and her eyes were smiling too. I watched in slow motion as she reached her hand out and whispered to me: "I want to feel my daddy's cock for a birthday present." I didn't stop her. She cooed as she ran her palm up and down the length of my cock through my pants. "My daddy has such a big cock." She softly said. "Can I see it dad? And feel it bare? Please? It's my birthday." 

Kayla took advantage of my inability to speak and led me by my cock in my pants to her bedroom. She sat down on the edge of her bed and still rubbed it through my pants. "Please daddy?" She pleaded to me with her gorgeous green eyes. "Please dad? Let me take it out and play with it? I will make you cum good. Please?" I nodded again, and Kayla made quick work of my duty belt and pants button. She pulled my pants and boxers down at the same time slowly, her eyes growing wide as each inch of my cock came into her view. Once she got past the head, my cock sprang up at her hitting her on the chin. She giggled and caught it in her mouth and proceeded to take me deeper as she continued to pull my pants and boxers down. She cupped my balls in one hand, while using her other hand to stroke my shaft not in her mouth. Kayla sucked cock as good as Corinne. She took me out of her mouth and still stroking it, she smiled at me and said "I know what you want dad." She scooted back a little on the bed and brought her feet up to rest on my thighs. Giving me her daddy smile she teased the area around my cock with her soft pedicured feet not touching it. This was driving me crazy and I was moving my hips to try and touch her feet with my cock. 

I grabbed her ankles and rubbed my cock against her feet. I was about to blow. I could feel the sperm traveling up into my shaft. Kayla reached out and grabbed my cock at the base squeezing tightly just like Corinne does when she doesn't want me to cum yet. "Uh-uh. Not yet big boy" she purred. "You're going to cum in me so I have something of you inside me all day. You can have my feet tomorrow." Where did I hear that before? Kayla patted the bed next to her and I got down on it scooting up so my head was on the pillows. She crawled up me, her beautiful brown eyes never leaving mine. "Settle down big boy. Don't cum yet." Geez Kayla even talks and sounds like Corinne. She took hold of my cock and placed it at her entrance. "Go slow please" Kayla whispered. I slowly eased into her, while she bit her bottom lip and pinched her nipples. I couldn't get over how much she looks like her mother right now. She got past the halfway point and I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock and leak out. I knew she came, but there was no signature chipmunk squeal this time. I closed my eyes as her descent was a little faster now until I was all the way in. She fell forward on top of me and whispered in my ear.

"This feels so good." She started moving her hips back and forth on me, softly telling me to cum in her. "Please cum in me. I need it. I need all of your cum today. Please Brad." 

It took a second to register. Brad? Since when does Kayla call me Brad? I opened my eyes to find Corinne slowly riding my cock. A quick scan over her shoulder confirmed I was in our bedroom. My full dress uniform was neatly pressed and hanging on a hangar on the closet door. I grabbed Corinne's waist to hold her still as I emptied deep inside my wife. Each spurt from my overloaded testicles met with a kiss behind, and a whisper in my ear. 

"Thank you baby. Thank you. I love you Brad. My stallion. Unload in me. Thank you."



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 08



If you would ask any couple married for twenty years, most would tell you they don't have sex anymore. The rest would say they still have an active sex life, and would agree sex is no longer a chess game where you're trying to anticipate your partner's next move. Instead, sex becomes more passionate as you know without a doubt what turns your partner on. As much as you may liven up your sex life trying different positions and different things, some things stay the same. 

For Corinne and I, if we have sex at night, I'm usually the worker of our love making session. Missionary, doggie, or side-by-side from behind, I'm the one doing most of the work. The only time it changes is when Corinne is in her lioness mood and attacks me. Those times are when the children are not home and we end up having wild uninhibited no holds barred raw animal sex, complete with sex toys and things too risqué to even write a fictional story about. But in the mornings, it's Corinne who usually is the one on top doing the work. The frequency of our morning sex sessions has dropped off from daily when we were first married to once every week or so. 

As usual, Corinne remained on top of me, gently petting my head and lightly kissing the side of my face during our post-coitus. As my cock slowly deflates out of her, she uses her vagal muscles to prolong my erection and moves her hips to keep me inside her as long as she can. On this particular morning, instead of holding her like I normally do, I stared at the ceiling not believing the type of dream I just had. I don't think I mentioned Kayla's name at all, I'm sure it would've put a stop to everything. But, what the heck just happened? Did I dream the whole thing? Trina making me breakfast? I could swear I was awake already. I had taken a shower and gotten dressed, but why is my full dress uniform out and hanging up? There is just no way I could've dreamt all of this morning. I was conscious and alert, read the paper, had a conversation with my almost estranged daughter. Yet somehow, I have no idea how I ended up with Corinne on top of me, and dreaming of Kayla riding my cock. I didn't want to look at my watch afraid it would look like I want her to get off me. Then again, I had to be late for work so why am I not throwing her off me? Out of the corner of my eye, I tried to read my alarm clock. When I finally read it, it was almost 9am. Turn-over happened more than an hour ago, and yet I wasn't moving a muscle to toss Corinne onto the floor. Besides that, why the heck wasn't the off-going captain lighting up my phone wondering where I am? 

As my cock finally slipped the rest of the way out of Corinne, she moved her body against it. Our mingled juices lubing the route it was traveling across her stomach. As usual, Corinne giggled while doing this; she absolutely loves the feeling of it. She started doing it when she was pregnant with Trina, and hasn't stopped doing it every time we had sex since. Her girlish giggle brought me into reality where I had to know just what went on here. I finally asked-"What the heck just happened?"

Corinne giggled again: "Did I just do my hubby so well I ended up fucking his brains out?"

"I don't think so Cory. I'm not sure however, I'll get back to you later." I responded.

Corinne just giggled again. After a minute of slowly gyrating against my cock-"Thank goodness Renee called or I would've missed you." She softly said reaching between us and lightly fondled my cock against her stomach and purred to me. "I get to feel squishy inside all day today because of this beautiful thing." She giggled again. 

When and why the hell did the fire chief's personal secretary Renee call me? Something else I have no recollection of. 

"I told you yesterday I really needed to have your cum inside me." She softly said while still fondling me. "When you get home tomorrow, I'll give you the nylon footjob I promised you last night before Kayla comes for coffee. Any particular color you're craving?" 

I didn't answer her question. Instead I was trying to figure out why Renee called. After a minute of just laying there, I said again: "No really Cory. What the heck just happened?"

Corinne propped herself up on her elbows and gave me a funny look. "What are you talking about?" 

"Well...uhm...why am I in bed with you on top of me?"

"What do you mean?" Her puzzled face questioned.

"What do you mean what do I mean? I don't think I dreamt this whole morning Cory. What the heck just happened? I feel like I'm in a time warp here. Why the hell am I not throwing you off me because I'm late for work? Did I or did I not have breakfast with Trina this morning? When and why the hell did Renee call me? I'm missing part of my morning, and have no clue what the hell is going on Cory." I didn't mean to sound it, but I'm sure it sounded like I was irritated.

"Really?" Corinne stifled a laugh before she fell onto my chest. "Oh my gosh I guess I really did fuck your brains out." She laughed out loud. 

"I'm glad you find the humor in this. Care to enlighten me with your knowledge of events? I'm really truly lost here." I said trying to lighten the mood from my almost yelling at her. "The last thing I remember is coming in here to get my radio and keys before driving to Kayla's apartment to wish her a happy birthday. It's obvious I didn't do that, so if you can pick up my morning from the radio and keys, I would appreciate it."

Corinne fell off me, lying on her side next to me. She still had her leg in between mine, her hand on my cock, her bare toes lightly brushing my leg. She put on a thinking face. "Well, let's see. I can't confirm or deny if you had breakfast with Trina. She asked me last night about something she could do so she could talk to you alone for a little while. I told her to make you breakfast. So I know it may have happened but I wasn't awake to see it happen."

"Yes that happened. She made bacon and eggs. We talked a little. Then I came up here to grab my keys and radio to leave."

"Okay. When you walked in here, I was just waking up. I heard you talking on your cell phone which surprised me because you never answer that damn phone. Anyhow, you were getting undressed, and taking your full dress uniform out of the closet."

"And why was I doing that?"

"You were talking to Renee. After you got off the phone, you crawled back into bed with me and said you didn't have to be there until 1030. You have a meeting with the fire chief in his office at headquarters. So, Renee told you Captain Tyler is staying on duty until after your meeting and is giving you enough time to come back home and change into your working uniform before you have to report."

"So when do I have to report and what is this meeting about?"

"Noon, I have no idea what the meeting is about. You didn't say or you don't know yourself. Then, we snuggled a little and you fell back asleep. So I woke you by fucking the brains out of you." She laughed and began to stroke me.

Picking up from the start of this chapter, there are things couples married a long time do, without even realizing they are doing it. The entire time Corinne was talking and filling in the part of my morning I somehow forgot about, she lazily fondled me. Now, as she was finished bringing me up to speed, her attention was there. She began to stroke up and down the full length of me with both hands, and my cock was responding to her. A smile spread across her face as I returned to about 85% strength. She took one hand and began to rhythmically squeeze the head of my cock and bit her bottom lip, like she normally does. She stroked from the base to the head and back to the base, each stroke up ending with a gentle squeeze, and each stroke down, a gentle squeeze on the head.

"Should mommy give her big boy a special treat?" I humped my hips into her hand in response. "You have to promise to cum for mommy though." Why the hell is she talking like this? She never talked like this before. It was kind of a turn-on. She shifted her position on the bed and reached to the floor with her squeezing hand, still stroking me with the other. When she got back up, she showed me her discarded shiny nude stocking. I felt her roll the nylon over my cock. When she had it all the way in, she started stroking and squeezing it again. Her right foot began to rub along the base of my cock, the toes of her left foot against my nose. "Smell mommy's feet naughty boy." I grabbed her left foot and held it to my face, smelling a very faint familiar odor I have become so addicted to. "Mommy is going to make her naughty boy cum in her stocking because he tried to cum on her feet when she was sleeping last night. Mommy knows; mommy seen the dry strings of pre-cum on her nylon feet when she got up last night."

I laughed into her foot and put it down. "Okay Cory. You really need to stop talking like that. It was fine to start with, but now it's freaking me out."

She stopped stroking me. "It's called role playing Brad. Where is your sense of adventure?"

"I know what it's called Cory. I don't want to think of my mother in that way." I chuckled.

She giggled, put her foot back into my face and resumed her masturbation of me. "Oh really now. Well then, how about if you pretend I'm Kayla stroking her daddy's big cock into her stocking?"I audibly inhaled her foot involuntarily and began to kiss it and lick her salty flavor. I felt my cock go harder in Corinne's stroking hand. 

"Oh?" Corinne was using a little girls voice: "My daddy likes that?" Corinne began stroking me faster. "My daddy likes to smell my feet while I jack him off into my stocking?" I humped my hips into her hand. The second toe of her right foot rubbing along the vein on the bottom of my shaft. "Smell my feet and cum daddy."

I grunted into her foot. "Oh God, Corinne."

"Kayla, daddy." Corinne answered still using her little girls voice. "My name is Kayla. Mommy isn't here." I looked at her over the top of her foot, and she winked at me. "Cum for me daddy. Cum in my stocking."

It wasn't going to take much longer. Corinne had me on the brink. She was role playing, but it seemed too real for me.

"Come on daddy. Cum in my stocking for me."

"Cory..." I mumbled.

"Kayla..." she responded stroking me faster. "Kayla is stroking her daddy's big cock. And her daddy is smelling her feet."

She definitely had me beat when it came to role playing. "Cory..." I mumbled again.

Corinne squeezed the head of my cock in her stocking and dug her toe into the vein. "Daddy." She scolded. "If you call me mommy's name one more time, I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs." She eased up her toe and resumed her stroking. "Now call me Kayla, and cum in my stocking while you smell my feet, just like you do with mommy."

I came hard from her stroking hand into the stocking. I gritted my teeth so I wouldn't shout either name. As always, Corinne stroked me through my orgasm, each stroke of her hand sending another rope of cum into the stocking. "That's it daddy. Cum for Kayla. Cum in my stocking so I can wear it on my feet all day." Every sentence she said, in perfect time with her stroke, had another rope of cum going into the foot of the stocking. "Say my name daddy. Say you're cumming for Kayla." I just gritted my teeth harder so I wouldn't. I finally stopped shooting and my cock softened, although Corinne's hands were trying to keep it from going soft. "Please daddy. One more. Shoot one for mommy." Miraculously, I did shoot one more. Corinne stopped stroking and took the stocking off my cock sending a pleasurable chill up my spine. She rolled the stocking up and put her foot into it. Smoothing out the stocking on her leg, it amazed me she could still do it since I was still holding her other foot against my face. "Oh Brad." She cooed in her normal voice. "I love having your cum on my feet." She looked at me still holding her foot to my nose and winked at me. "You better get moving baby. You have a meeting with the fire chief."

"I love you Cory."

"I know." She laughed. "You always say that when I have my foot in your face." She pulled away from me turning around to re-position and snuggle up to me. I put my arm around her. 

"I've always loved you Cory. Since the second time I saw you."

"I know Brady. I've always loved you too." She reached down to gently fondle my cock. "Since the first time I seen this." She giggled.

"You're a nut babe." I chuckled at her

"Mmhmm. Interestingly enough, I have a full nut in me, and on my feet." She giggled. "Provided by you, so I'm going to be a happy camper all day today." She smiled at me. I leaned my head toward her and she met my lips. We kissed passionately for a minute before I had to get up and get moving.

Again I took a shower to wash the smell of sex off me. It was going on nine-fifteen, and I better be at the chief's office by 1015. He is very punctual when it comes to meeting times. As long as the world isn't falling apart, you better be there on time. I got distracted by my sexy, still horny wife, who stuck her shiny nylon leg around the shower curtain and sweetly asked me if she could conserve water with me. Without waiting for an answer, she got in and her gorgeous eyes held onto mine as she reached out and took my cock in her hand. She put her left hand behind my head pulling my face down to hers, and stuck her tongue down my throat while slowly stroking me. I ran my hands down her back to her ass and rubbed her ass cheeks. I pulled her into me making her huge breasts almost flat against my chest. I spread her ass cheeks a little which made her clench them tight against my hand. "No." She whispered against my lips. "I don't want any of your sperm to leak out of me. I want to feel it swimming inside me all day." Who am I to argue with that? Corinne kissed her way down my chest and stomach, her eyes never leaving mine, before she put just the head of my cock in her mouth and held it there. With a few gentle strokes, she began to apply suction and ran her tongue around it for a few seconds before releasing me. Standing back up she put her nylon foot on the edge of the bathtub, placed my cock on the top of her nylon thigh made slippery by the water, again pulling me down to her and stroked the top of my cock against it. "You understand it was just a role play game this morning right?" She softly said into my ear.

"Yes I do." I responded taking her nipple into my mouth. Nipple and breast play never really did anything for Corinne unless she was pregnant or while she was breast feeding. They were more sensitive then, and she enjoyed my assistance in emptying them or leaking onto me while we had sex. When they dried up, breast play was no longer a part of our sex games. Sometimes I could still get her started by stroking and pinching her nipples, but once they were hard, she complained I was too rough with them.

"Good." She sighed into my ear. "I see how Kayla practically throws herself at you. It wouldn't surprise me if she has tried to seduce you many times already. I know she knows you have a thing for feet and nylons, but I'm sure she doesn't know I planted the seed of your fetish. She must be doing all the things I did to nurture and grow your fetish, because she sure asks a lot of questions about it." 

I let her nipple fall from my mouth and looked up at her. Corinne looked back at me a little smile on her lips, still stroking my cock against her nylon thigh. "I saw how you looked at Kayla wearing shoes and socks yesterday. You must be used to seeing her feet." As my cock grew against her thigh, the pace of her stroking remained the same. "Call it female intuition if you want, but I'm thinking you already kissed and smelled Kayla's feet, probably during one of those dad/daughter coffee hours." 

I opened my mouth to say something in response, but she cut me off. "Shush, let me finish." Her hand began stroking a little faster. "While I believe you may have kissed and smelled Kayla's feet at least once, I don't believe it has gone any further than that. Otherwise she still wouldn't be asking me questions about your size or how much sperm you ejaculate. She doesn't ask directly, but I've been around the block, I can read between the lines."

Still smiling at me, Corinne used one hand to pull the top of her stocking away from her leg, and stuffed my cock into it. She let her stocking snap back against my cock making me wince a little, before she closed as much of her hand as she could around it, using her thumb to rub back and forth against my perineum. My knees started to go weak and I closed my eyes in response to the intense pleasure she was giving me. Corinne purred at me:"Kayla isn't dumb. I'm sure she's figured out which color nylons look best on her to make you practically drool over her and her feet. You have done very well in hiding your erection from her, and not giving in to her attempted seductions. I know Kayla hasn't seen or felt your cock, bare handed or with her feet, through your pants or shorts. Not only because she asks those innocent questions, but because I'm sure she has no idea you would tear her little, inexperienced pussy apart." Her thumb moved faster and she applied more pressure making me clench my teeth and grunt. "So I have to step up my game in keeping your balls empty. I'm in competition with a girl who thinks the world of you, and I know you love her unconditionally and will do anything for her. I have to make sure she never gets to see or feel your cock. I have to make sure I'm the one who is the recipient of her attempts at seducing you, and if it means making you pretend I'm her so you can release the buildup of her constant teasing, I'll do it."

Corinne practically had me on my tip-toes from the intense feeling she was giving me. I heard every word she said, but right now, all I could think of was how much I loved my wife. "I only love you Cory." I panted and gasped through her manipulation.

"I know." She laughed. "You always say that when I have you in my hand on the edge of eruption."

I shuddered. "I mean it. It's always and only been you. There is no competition."

"Yes there is Brady." She softly said. "You love her too. I know you well enough to know you're trying very hard to make sure you two keep a normal dad/daughter relationship. You should be commended for your successful efforts so far." She planted soft kisses against my neck and ear. "I can only imagine how hard she has tried,(kiss) or what she has done,(kiss) to get you to fuck her."(kiss with her tongue around my ear) Corinne slowed down the pace and lightened the pressure of her thumb as I began bucking against her leg. "You haven't...I know you haven't fucked her. But you have kissed and smelled her feet right?" 

The pressure and pace of her thumb picked up as she asked me the question. I clenched my jaw as a grunt escaped me. Her eyes looked straight into mine. "I'm not trying to trap you Brad. It's okay if you admit it. You're only human, and Kayla is a beautiful young woman who has a thing for her daddy. She knows you have a foot fetish, and she knows how to be a very good cocktease." Her pace and pressure slowed again. "Kayla is a freak, just like her mom. Me. The stuff she told me about what she did for Matt, I suspect is only practice for what she wants to do to you." 

"Cory..." I gasped. "I don't mean to cut this short, but the water is getting cold and I have to get dressed. Can we discuss this later?"

A smile came across her face. "Of course we can Brady." Corinne pulled my face down to hers and put her forehead against mine. Her face had the look that is only reserved for me; mouth slightly open, tongue against her top teeth sticking out just a little. Her beautiful brown eyes, which always made me lost in them, playfully dancing. I learned a long time ago; this was her look of love and affection for me. This look, along with the forehead press, always told me she was happy and content with me. It was never preceded or followed by anger. The pace and pressure of her thumb picked up against my cock trapped between her stocking and leg. "But first..." she giggled. "I have to keep my stallion happy." The tips of her fingers started moving with her thumb. My mouth hung open with the feeling she was giving me and I looked down at her stroking fingers. She wiggled her toes in her nylon making my eyes dart to watch them. She giggled and kissed me, saying against the corner of my open mouth: "Cum in my stocking for me Brad." Corinne raised up on her toes making her foot arch and forced a little more of my cock down into her stocking. "Now I've got you." She giggled again and gave me her look complete with the forehead press. "Show me, your loving wife, I'm the only freak who has the feet you cum for. Better hurry, the water is getting cold and I might stop."




My Daughter's Feet Ch. 08



For the third time this morning, my wife finished the job. "There goes my stallion." She purred. "Shoot everything I didn't get before onto my leg and into my stocking baby."It wasn't much, but not only did I empty out, I felt ready for a nap again. Corinne held me against the wall of the shower so I wouldn't fall. She stopped moving her hand but kept it against my cock in her stocking. She softly said:"I hope you're going to want me most of the time, but every now and then, I can be Kayla to satisfy you and keep your beautiful big cock out of her, and only in me." She kissed me again, "Now get out and get dressed, you have a meeting with the fire chief." 

It took a few seconds to regain my strength before I bolted out of the shower, grabbed a towel to dry off, and hurriedly began to get dressed. Corinne came out a few minutes later with her hair wrapped in a towel, and a towel around her upper body. She was still wearing the stocking and sat on the bed to watch me get dressed with her stocking leg crossed over her bare leg. Each time I looked at her she smiled, winked, and flexed her wet nylon foot at me. In my haste to get dressed I was fumbling with my tie, unable to get it tied right. She giggled quietly at me before getting up, turning me toward her and taking my hands in hers.

"Settle down honey." She softly said. "Let me help you." I watched her hands as she expertly tied my tie. "So..." she began: "How many times have you kissed and smelled Kayla's feet?" I could only look at her while she completed tying my tie. She looked up at me "I'm not mad honey, honest. I'm not going to choke you with your tie when you answer." She smiled at me again: "We haven't kept secrets from each other in almost twenty years. Let's not start now, okay?"

"Three times." I said not sure if I should say more. "I'm sorry. I had a couple weak moments with her."

"Brady..." She continued smiling as she finished my tie and smoothed it out against my shirt. "No need for you to be sorry. I understand. I haven't been taking care of you lately like I normally do." After a brief pause and a little extra smoothing of my tie, "Has she done anything else to persuade you?" She asked with a smile. I hesitated. "It's okay Brad. You can tell me. Honest."

"She has masturbated in front of me maybe six times." I quietly said with my head hung down. "I stopped her at first, but now I let her. Plus once I'm positive was on accident."

Corinne laughed. "I doubt it. The one you think was an accident was more than likely carefully and meticulously planned to make you think it was an accident. Let me guess...last night?" My head bolted up in surprise to look at her. She laughed again. "Oh honey, you are gullible aren't you?" with a smile on her face, she rubbed my chest and said: "I wasn't totally asleep you know. I know what you were doing to my feet. I heard your phone ring three times. I heard her pleading you for help. You took off like a shot. It made me smile just knowing you wouldn't hesitate to help her out of any situation she gets herself into. Just ask yourself this. Whatever situation she was in, how could she have called you practically screaming for help; hmm? She's already told me she experiments with light bondage, so I suspect she probably had herself naked and locked up. Am I about almost dead on accurate?"

"Well..."I began, realizing they have traded some secrets.

"No need to answer Brad." Corinne laughed. "Kayla and I have the same freaky sex gene in us. That's what I was going to resort to if you didn't agree to marry me. I was going to lock myself up and have you rescue me. I was going to look so helpless so you would always want to take care of me." 

"Corinne...." I started but she cut me off.

"Shush. Let me finish." She smiled and stood on her toes to do the forehead press again and her look. "I told her that story a couple years ago when she asked me how to find a man like you. I joked about it, never thinking she'd use it on you." She paused: "I'm okay with what you have done. Me being unusually tired lately and falling asleep on you, I can understand. She is pretty, young, oozes sex out of every pore, and you love her. What man can resist that?" I tried to stutter a response, but she put a finger to my lips. "She looks just like me when I was her age, and I captured the best bachelor in town. I already know Friday is going to be the most special day in her life so far. She gets to dress up, go to a fancy place, and pretend for a couple hours her daddy is her man."

"Cory..." I tried again. "I have never let her touch me or see it. I just can't cross that line. I will admit though, last night was the closest I have been to finally giving in to her wishes."

"Shush." She smiled. "I believe you. I wouldn't blame you either if you would've given in. You took a lot of teasing from me yesterday. I'm not sure how much teasing she added on to it, but I'm sure it was a lot as well." Corinne still kind of smiled at me but looked as if she was going to cry and dropped her head. "I did a lot of stupid things early in our relationship that makes me wonder why you stayed with me." She looked and smiled at me again with a tear running down her cheek. "But you did-mostly for the sake of Kayla. You always made sure she was fed and had a clean diaper when I was too high to take care of her. I can't thank you enough for staying with me, helping me through a low time in my life." I reached up to wipe her tear and she closed her eyes putting her cheek into my hand. "I love you so much Brad." She kissed my palm and opened her eyes to look at me again-"I can overlook a little thing such as kissing her feet. You have overlooked so many of my faults without complaint. Kayla loves you as much as I do. Sometimes I wonder if she thinks she loves you more than I do. Just promise me you won't hurt her or break her heart."

Those words had my head going in circles. What was Corinne getting at? Did she just give me the green light to always kiss and smell Kayla's feet? "Wait...What?"

Corinne laughed at me. "I know it's going to take you a while to figure out everything I said, but the short version would've sounded snotty."

I looked at my watch. "Give me the short version quick."

"Okay." She giggled. "I know she is always going to tease you at least until she finds another boy toy, but don't show her the marvelous cock you have, it would break her heart when she knows she can't have it, and don't hurt her by tearing her little pussy apart if you get pushed over the edge and do show her." Corinne kissed me then turned around and seductively ran her body down along mine. "I don't know what the chief wants you for, but I know what I want you for. I so love the way you look in your full dress uniform. Mmmeeeooowww."

I laughed at her: "You're a freak babe."

She turned and roughly pulled me to her and kissed my lips. "I'm your freak" she growled against my lips. "The only freak you need." She bit my bottom lip before pushing me away from her. "How many times do I have to tell you? You have a meeting with the fire chief. You better get moving before your late." 

Corinne batted her eyelashes, blew me a kiss, and dropped her towel.



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 09



I made it to headquarters with five minutes to spare. I walked into the chief's outer office and was greeted by a smiling Renee. "Good Morning Captain Baldwin. Chief Hall is with County Executive Lawson right now. Have a seat. I'm sure he knows you're here, I reminded him ten minutes ago." She laughed.

"Renee, you know you don't have to be formal with me. How long have I known you?" I chuckled as I took a seat in front of her desk. 

Renee is a heavy set black woman about 325lbs. She is very friendly, has a pleasant way about her, is always smiling and has a contagious jovial laugh. She never married, and has no children, although she has a very pretty Whitney Houston face. She has been the chief's personal secretary since he was hired twelve years ago. She was a fire/ems dispatcher beforehand, and was responsible for dispatching me to a woman in labor twenty-one years ago today. As you all know by now, that woman was Corinne. Had I not started dating Corinne, I probably would've asked Renee out on a date. Every so often, maybe once or twice a year, I take Renee out for lunch on my duty day if I happen to be at headquarters. I have never seen her wear anything but a uniform.

"Oh about twenty-one years I figure." She laughed. 

"Ya know..." I lowered my voice a little. "...I'm here today. That means I get to ask you for lunch. We can go to that place on the beach. Just don't order potato salad." I finished with a smile and a chuckle.

"Sounds good." Renee laughed. "You know I can't resist the potato salad there. I would be more careful this time not to get any on my boobs." She laughed again. "But I'm going to have to turn you down today. I'm buried in paperwork. Next time." She finished with her jovial laugh. 

We talked for a few minutes, while patiently waiting for the chief to finish his meeting with the county executive. She asked how Corinne and Kayla were doing, with a little smile on her face. We talked about a few of the funnier calls she dispatched me to until I tried to get serious on her about the meeting I unexpectedly had with the chief.

"So what is this meeting about Renee?" I asked curiously. "Who did I piss off this time?"

She gave me one of her big smiles and said: "I can't tell you Brad. It would ruin my reputation as the best secret keeper. Besides, this is something you would want to hear from him. Not me." 

The door behind her opened, and the chief poked his head out and told me to come in. I walked in, stood at attention, and was about to salute him when he waved me off. "No need for that in here Brad." He laughed at me. "Have a seat." 

The county executive sat in a chair in front of the chief's desk. He stood up to greet me and offered the chair next to him. Chief Hall asked me how Corinne was, and my children, and ended with my sister. Not much to say about her, but it did remind me to stop and check on her today. I got to hand it to the chief, he knew the personnel under his command. The three of us conversed about fishing, vacations, cars, and politics a little before I asked why I was there. 

"I don't mean to be disrespectful chief, but exactly why am I here today? I wouldn't think you would call me in on my duty day in full dress uniform to have friendly conversation." I was fidgeting a little thinking this was the calm before the storm, made obvious by the fact the county executive was still here.

"Well..." He began and leaned forward on his desk. "We do want to talk to you, but the full dress uniform thing...I got nothing to do with it."

I was still trying to not fidget around too much mentally noting that he said 'we' instead of 'I'. I must have really pissed somebody off. "But when I talked to Renee this morning, she said I had to be in full dress uniform."

"Oh?" His eyebrows went up. "What else did she tell you?"

"Well...nothing." I shrugged my shoulders at him. "She's real good at keeping secrets chief. I'm sure you know that." 

"Yep." He replied. "Sure do."

"I got this one Bob." County Executive Lawson said. 

The county executive turned in his chair toward me and began a short little story and ended it by telling me I am being promoted to battalion chief. The chief handed me a black box which had the gold crossed trumpets in it. After a minute of collecting my thoughts and trying to keep myself from breaking down in tears, we then discussed the promotions to be made as my position would now be vacant. Chief explained to me the shift was already informed this morning of my advancement, and I would probably have new friends looking for a promotion. As usual, nobody said anything beforehand, not even a hint of congratulations. We agreed the official ceremony would take place a month from Saturday, giving me enough time to pick my replacement and advancements down the ranks. After the meeting was over, we shook hands, and they both wished me luck. When I entered the outer office, Renee had three new working uniform shirts, three new t-shirts, and the keys to a Crown Victoria squad car on her desk. There was also a new set of turn-outs sitting on the chair I had just been sitting in when her and I were chatting, a new white helmet on top of them. She looked at me with her big smile, and with a wink, she said: "Congratulations Chief."

As I was carrying my new things out to my truck, I was greeted by many congratulations from headquarters staff, some stopping me to offer advice. Once I got outside, my phone began ringing text message alerts making me wonder if they had a news helicopter in the sky watching me, waiting for me to come out.

I called Corinne, and she was absolutely ecstatic with the news. When I got home and she seen the new work shirts and turn-outs, she did her classic Tigger happy jump. After changing, she drove me back to the fire department motorpool so I could pick up my squad car. I ended up talking with some of the guys there for a little while as they congratulated me on my promotion. I made my rounds to the firehouses, accepting congratulations, and talking with personnel who were going to be my choices to advance, although I didn't tell them yet. In between, I showed up at a few ambulance calls when I was close by to observe and help as I normally would, and stopped at a training session also to observe. By the time I was finished showing off, it was almost 6pm. I decided I better stop by my sister Bridgette before it got too late. If I waited any longer, she might not remember I was even there. I called her, she answered and I told her I would be over in a few minutes.

I pulled up to my sister's apartment building. Looking around, I noticed nobody in sight. Night crawlers we called them. They only come out at night. The majority of ambulance, fire and police calls to this neighborhood happened after 10pm. I took a deep breath before radioing dispatch letting them know where I was, and I would be doing a welfare check. It would now be officially logged with a time stamp we were there. 

I knocked on my sister's apartment door and loudly announced "Fire Department." After 30 seconds, the door opened and a smiling Bridgette invited me in. I gotta hand it to her, she may live in a dump, but at least she keeps her apartment clean. Well, except for the beer bottles on the table from the night before, or this afternoon probably. Guess I'll find out in a minute when she starts talking.

"What brings you here?" She asked

"I can't stop and see my big sister?" I responded.

She looked me over suspiciously as she picked a cigarette out of the pack on the table. "You're in fire department wear. I get it. Ambulance hasn't been here in a while, so you're doing a welfare check." She lit the cigarette. "Right?" 

Guess those bottles must be from last night. "Mom asked me to stop since you were a no-show at Kayla's birthday last night." I took a seat at her kitchen table, moving some of the bottles so I could rest my arm and put my portable radio on the table.

Alcohol, cigarettes, malnutrition and occasional drug use has taken their toll on my sister. Although she is six years older than me, she looks almost fifteen years older. She has light brown hair to the middle of her back; her big blue doe eyes had crow's feet at the corners. If she wasn't wearing makeup, you could see the crow's feet around the edges of her mouth. If she was though, she would wear lipstick which made her lips pop out at you, and with her big doe eyes, it made any man weak in the knees wondering how those lips would feel around his penis with her doe eyes looking at him. Her body was a little on the skinny side, but if she would eat healthy and regularly, it wouldn't look bad. Cigarettes have given her a raspy voice, but when she talks seductively, it is sexy in a Demi Moore kind of way. She was married, divorced two years later when she got pregnant—not from her husband. 

Her husband literally kicked the shit out of her when he found out. She miscarried and her womb damaged so badly the doctors told her she would never have children, so they took everything out. I retaliated by beating the shit out of him. Although she eventually told me who she got pregnant by, at the time I believed she was pregnant from me. My sister and I screwed around a lot when Corinne and I would break up or separate. It started when I asked Bridgette to handjob me again when she took me out for a couple drinks after Corinne broke up with me to lift my spirits. Bridgette wore a short skirt, nylons and heels that day and after a few strong drinks I was so horny I began practically humping her legs like a dog pleading with her to masturbate me until I ejaculated on her nylon legs and feet. Instead, when we were alone later at my apartment, Bridgette wrapped her long nylon legs around my waist to lock me in place, and prodded me with her high heels still on her feet until I ejaculated deep inside her. The last time we had sex was many years ago, after she was divorced and healed. She wanted to make sure she could still have sex and feel a penis pump sperm inside her. Beating up her husband was the last time I ever hit anybody in anger. 

"We don't treat women that way!" I recall yelling at him, each word accented by a punch to the face. I was an engineer at the time, Lieutenant Frazier stayed in the truck, while firefighter Sylvester Joseph, a new candidate and a big black man who stood almost six inches taller than me and 250lbs. of solid muscle, struggled to hold me back. Thus the saga of my troubled sister and her protective little brother started filtering through the rank and file of the fire department. Her husband tried to press charges, but had no witnesses. Years later, a now Battalion Chief Frazier will claim he doesn't know anything about it, he doesn't recall ever being there. A now Lieutenant Joseph --my soon to be aide— and I will privately joke about busting heads, but next time it's his turn. 

"Yeah. Well I'm sorry I didn't show up. I don't have any gas in my car, and probably would not have made it back here." She said while blowing smoke out. "I need a job."

"You could've called. I would've came and picked you up or given you money for gas. You know that Bridge."

"Would you like something to drink?" She asked getting up to go to the refrigerator.

"No thanks. I'm good." Knowing she probably hasn't had a can of soda in her fridge since around circa 1970.

"I didn't want to bother you by asking to pick me up. I know you must get frustrated with me sometimes." She took another drag and blew it out grabbing a beer and opening it. "And I wouldn't want our mother glaring at me if I decided to have a beer." She said as she showed me the bottle and threw the cap in the garbage before she sat back down. 

Bridgette flicked the ash off her cigarette into an empty beer bottle while putting a stray hair behind her ear. She was wearing a blue t-shirt, obviously no bra, and blue jeans Capri style with white ankle socks. She had her right foot on the floor; her left foot had its heel on the end of her chair. She always wore pants a size too small making it look like she had an ass tight as a drum you could bounce a quarter off of. I have seen it naked plenty of times. It wasn't that tight; at least not anymore.

"Well." I said as I put on a smile. "If that isn't the lamest excuse I heard since I left the farm."

"What do you mean?" she asked. "It's true. You know how much I hate mooching off you."

I lightly tapped one of the empty beer bottles with my fingernail while looking at her. She stuck her tongue out at me and flipped me the bird. "So I like to have a beer." She said. "What's the big deal? It's not like you don't drink Brad."

"In moderation and socially." I said while putting my finger up to make my point. "That is the key. And"—I reached out toward her face and she instinctively opened her mouth. I lightly gripped her tongue between my thumb and finger. --"Don't stick this out unless you intend to use it." I wiggled it a little before letting it go. She closed her mouth around my finger and sucked on it as I took it out of her mouth and wiped my fingers on my pants.

She laughed as she took another drag. "I already owe you too much money since you haven't taken my offers of paying you back." She blew out the smoke and dropped her cigarette into the bottle she was using for an ashtray. She stuck her tongue back out and wiggled it at me. "Unless you plan on collecting a little right now." She used her Demi Moore voice. "I would love to have your big dick in my mouth again for a little bit."

I laughed at her. "Nah. I'd wear you out."

"Oh really?" she laughed as she turned a little in her seat. "I would love to have you try to wear me out baby brother." She lifted her left leg and placed her socked foot on my right thigh, and began to rub it sensuously up and down. "I would love to have your big dick pound my pussy into submission again."

I placed my hand on her foot to stop her from moving it. "Not going to happen today Bridge." I rubbed the top of her foot while taking her sock off. Her feet weren't sweaty at all. She wiggled her toes underneath my hand.

"I remember how much you used to like having sex with me Brad." She softly said as she tried moving her toes over to touch my cock through my pants. "I remember being the only girl who could take you all the way to the hilt without a problem." She lit up another cigarette. "I really miss having sex. It's been a long time since I've had a boyfriend, and felt a dick pumping sperm into me." She blew out the smoke and gave me a seductive smile. "I could be your sperm bank again. I wouldn't mind that." She laughed as she took another drag. "You know I can't get pregnant, so we could have a lot of fun trying to make me." She laughed again as she blew the smoke out.

I chuckled at her. "That was a long time ago Bridge. We both are older and wiser now. Maybe you should get one of those dildos that you can put some stuff in so it feels like someone is shooting into you."

She waved her hand through the air to break up the smoke she just blew out. "I already have one of those. It feels fake. I need a real dick inside me."

"Maybe you should find a boyfriend Bridge. Did you try looking at the senior center?" I laughed at her. "I'm sure there are plenty of old guys with a couple dollars in the bank and one foot in the grave, the other on a banana peel."

She gasped and slapped her foot against my thigh. "That's so mean." She scolded me. "I'm not that old." She giggled before she stuck her bottom lip out at me. "All the guys I have been interested in think I'm crazy. And that's before I get a chance to show them my talents." 

I laughed at her as she wiggled her tongue again at me and showed me the jack off signal with the hand not holding her cigarette. "Well, if it's any consolation, I don't think you're crazy Bridge." I winked at her as her toes found my hardening cock in my pants. "Maybe a little off the deep end sometimes, but you're still my sister, and I still love you." I winked again at her. 

"Ah. There you are." Demi Moore said as I allowed Bridgette to run her foot along my length. "You could take him out and show him to me. I would love to see him and become reacquainted with him."

I laughed at her again. "I don't think so Bridge. Be happy I'm letting you do what you're doing."

"Hey!" She stopped moving her foot and leaned forward to look at me closely. "Did you get promoted?"

I smiled at her still rubbing her foot. "This morning." 

She turned her foot a little so I could rub along her sole. They were a little rough and she could use a pedicure. Her red painted toenails could use a fresh coat of polish. "Congrats on the promo little bro. How exciting that must be for you."

I took both hands and rubbed the top and bottom of her foot. "It is." I smiled. "I finally made it to the top of the hill." I lifted her foot to my face and kissed the top of it, then sucked on her toes a little.

"Oh wow Brad." Demi Moore said. "You never did that to me before. I could get used to you doing that. What did I do to bring this on?" Demi asked as she pinched her nipple. "This is quite the surprise. Or is my little brother just horny for his big sister." I nodded yes. "Then let's go to my bedroom Brad." Demi said. 

My portable radio was asking me for a status. I stopped kissing her foot and said the 'I'm okay' code into the radio mike, and it answered me with a 'roger'. I stopped rubbing her foot and put it back on my thigh. I pulled my wallet out and took out the fifty I got for Kayla's car, and put it on the table. "Put some gas in your car." I put my wallet back into my pocket. I put her foot onto the floor, stood up and gave her a kiss on the lips. "I love you so much more when you're sober Bridgette. You're still very pretty to me when you don't drink." I looked at my watch. "I have to go."

She looked down at the floor. "Welfare check over already huh." She softly said.

I felt the sting. "C'mon Bridge. Don't think like that." I pleaded at her.

She looked at the fifty on the table and folded her hands together before looking down at the floor again. "Thank you Brad." She softly said. "And thank you for telling me I'm still pretty. I don't think I am." She paused for minute. "Tell mom I say hi. She won't even talk to me anymore. Everytime I call she's busy and hangs up." She sighed.

She looked so small and meek. She didn't have anybody to love her besides me. I don't think she had any close friends. The only friends she had was when she threw a party. Now I find out our own mother won't talk to her. Mom sure seemed concerned about her last night. I'm going to have to talk to her about it. 

"You will always be pretty to me Bridge. I love you." I got down on one knee and cupped her chin in my hand forcing her to look at me. I gave her a kiss on her cheek. "I'm always going to be here to help you and protect you. You know that. All you have to do is call. Okay?" I smiled at her. 

I held her for a few minutes, kissing her cheek and nuzzling into her light brown hair. "I have to go Bridge, but I need you to do something for me." I looked at her again. "Are you listening?" she nodded her head. "Go to fire headquarters tomorrow morning and fill out an application for administrative work. Okay?" She squinted her eyes questioning me. "I need a secretary. For some stupid, God only knows why reason, you kept your married name. Most people down there don't know you're my sister. The ones who do aren't going to say anything about me giving you a job. Understand?" 

She bit her bottom lip, and smiled. "Thank you so much Brad."

"This also means to clean yourself up." I sternly told her. "The first time you show up late smelling of alcohol, will be the last time. Got it?" Bridgette bit her bottom lip again and nodded her head.

"I promise Brad." She said.




My Daughter's Feet Ch. 09



I stood up and kissed her on her forehead. "Ask to talk to Renee. She knows who you are. She'll make sure your application gets put on my desk. Talk to you soon?" She just watched me walk to the door. I opened it, and looked back at her. "Bridge?"

"I'll go tomorrow bright and early Brad. I promise. I think I even have some pantyhose to wear for you when you interview me." She winked. I smiled at her and proceeded to walk out the door.

"I Love you." She called after me.

After shift was over, and I turned over to the on-coming Battalion Chief Frazier who took some time to congratulate me on finally making BC, and offered some advice; I returned home to Corinne, Kayla, Ken and Katrina holding makeshift congratulatory signs. Katrina also made a congratulations cake. I took a piece, and she jokingly smashed it into my face. Ken and Katrina then left for school, after being called in late by me. Corinne started to make a pot of coffee while I went to wash my face and change. Taking my seat at the kitchen table, with a fresh cup of coffee placed before me, Kayla sat on my right as she did on Tuesday, and crossed her right leg over left. She was wearing jeans and black nylons with flats, letting her shoe dangle from her toes. She winked at me when I looked. I briefly wondered if the nylons she was wearing were the same ones she had on two nights ago when I had to 'rescue' her. Corinne sat on my left and crossed her bare legs toward me as well, lightly touching my leg with her foot.

"Did you check up on your sister?" Corinne asked. "Don't make me tell your mother if you didn't." she ended with a laugh and shook her finger at me.

"Yes I did." I said. "She's fine, so you can give an all clear report to my mother." I smiled at her.

After a brief silence, Kayla said. "I know your promotion is very special dad. Why don't you take mom instead of me Friday night? You and mom can go and have a celebration dinner. I haven't found a dress yet, so it's really no big deal to me."

Corinne got up from the table to refill her cup of coffee. "Don't be silly Kayla." She snipped at her. "That's your birthday present from grandma." 

I needed to end this before it turned into a catfight. I pointed my finger at Kayla: "You get out and find a dress." I turned in my chair to look at Corinne: "You call my mother and give her a status report of all is good with Bridgette. Got it?" 

"Wow." Corinne softly said. "What brought that on?"

"I'm just not in the mood for bickering this morning Cory." I said. I turned back to Kayla: "And you need to stop procrastinating on this dress. Your grandmother gave you money to buy one. If I have to wear a tux, you can find a dress."

"I'm not procrastinating daddy." Kayla whined. "I looked yesterday but didn't find one that would look nice on me instead of making me look like a high priced call girl."

"You mean a slut." Corinne said as she sat back down.

"Mom!" Kayla yelled.

"That was uncalled for Corinne." I calmly said leveling a stare at her. "Just what are you getting at?"

"What?" Corinne asked in surprise. "I didn't mean anything bad..." she looked back and forth between Kayla and I. "I was just saying...." My stare at her didn't change. "Forget it. You both misunderstood what I meant. I'm sorry Kayla."

I turned toward Kayla: "You can't expect to find a nice dress at Wal-mart for something like this Kayla. Grandma gave you money to go somewhere nice. You and I will go together. I have to get a tux."

After small idle talk and finishing my coffee, I got up from my chair. "Let's go Kayla." In a snooty voice I continued: "Let us obtain proper attire."

Corinne laughed at me; Kayla giggled and gave me her daddy smile. "You're such a dork sometimes dad." She said as she got up from her chair and followed me out to my truck.

We went to a few places, explained what we needed, and allowed salespeople to help us. I found my tux at the first place we went to, while Kayla tried on what had to be a hundred dresses. Okay, so maybe I exaggerate a little. Some were nice but too girly, and some straight up screamed 'I am going to get laid tonight.' After trying on the dress, Kayla would do a little catwalk and show it off to me for my opinion. As expected, the ones I liked, she didn't. The ones she liked, I didn't. I was starting to get bored and annoyed. We started this endeavor at 10am; it was now going on 3pm. We would thank the people for helping us and apologize for not having the 'right' dress. The last place we went to, I sat in the chair and muttered to her: "this better be the last store." She stuck her tongue out at me, and I chuckled. The first couple dresses she tried on, she wore strappy high heels with. The shoes made her feet look sexy even in the black nylons she wore today, but they just didn't match the dress. The next couple with closed toe heels, again I didn't like. Frustrated, she bent down and whispered in my ear. 

"Daddy." She said sternly. "Stop judging these dresses by how my feet look in the shoes. All these dresses are pretty."

I just chuckled at her as she pulled away and stuck her tongue out at me for the millionth time today. I took a little nap as the saleslady and her perused the dress racks again. I was awoken by Kayla clearing her throat. She sat on an ottoman legs together feet turned inward wearing peep toe heels. The dress was blue, which actually matched the cumber bund for my tux. No smile on her face, but her head was nodding yes. I smiled at her and said: "Looks good. That's the one." She let out a sigh, and out of the corner of my eye, I seen the saleslady put her hand to her head in a 'thank God' gesture. Kayla paid for half of the dress. I told her I would pay half and pay for the shoes so she had money to get her hair done and accessorize if she needed to.

I carefully put the dress into the back seat of the truck while she got in. We made conversation as I made my way back into traffic. At the first stop light, Kayla grabbed my wrist lifting it off the arm rest, lifted the arm rest up, kicked off her shoes and put her feet up on the seat, her black nylon soles facing me. She put my hand on the top of her foot and interlaced her fingers with mine. I smiled at her and used my thumb to rub the bottom of her soft nylon foot. 

"I've wanted you to do this for years, dad." She purred. "Having you rub my feet while you were driving us home from our 'dates'. I was too scared to ask." At the next stop light, I leaned down and sniffed her nylon toes. She giggled and lightly bit her thumb while wiggling her toes against my nose. Her feet smelled of lotion and shoe leather. Every stop light we had to stop for afterward, she would whisper: "Smell my feet again daddy" followed by a little giggle if I did. 

Kayla put her shoes back on when we got home. Corinne came out of the house as I was taking her dress out to put it in the trunk of her car.

"My gosh." Corinne said with her hands in her pockets. "Where did you guys go? Ethiopia?"

"Where didn't we go would make a shorter list." I muttered.

Kayla let out a gasp. "Dad that's not nice." Turning to Corinne: "We only went to a few places, but he was being too picky over which dress to buy. He's worse than me." She laughed. 

I held up the dress for Corinne to see. She gave a little whistle. "That is pretty Kayla." 

"I paid for half of it." I told Corinne. "She's going to need money to get her hair done and stuff. Don't tell mom. Otherwise, I would hear the southern drawl say something like 'a gentleman should always pay the way of a southern belle.'" I said in my fake mother's voice. Both Corinne and Kayla laughed at me. 

"You're such a dork sometimes dad." Kayla added. After closing her trunk she looked at her watch and said: "Well, I gotta go. I got the graveyard shift tonight." 

"Okay dear. Have fun at work." Corinne smiled at her. "What are we going to do for supper Brad?" She said looking at me.

"I figure I take you to the Japanese steak house and celebrate my promotion a little bit." I winked at her.

"Not fair!" Kayla pouted. "I wanna go too."

Corinne laughed at her and put her arms around my waist. "Kayla?" she said in her mother's voice. "What did I tell you about sharing? I get him tonight, you get him tomorrow night."

"Wow." I chuckled. "If that isn't loaded, I don't know what is."

We all laughed. Kayla gave her mom a hug, before coming to me and giving me a hug. She gave me her standard daughter kiss on the lips and whispered: "Thank you dad. I love you." She got in her car, started it, and with a beep of the horn, a wave, and a "see ya later dad" she was gone.

Corinne and I had a marvelous hibachi dinner prepared by our favorite hibachi chef we long ago nicknamed Fred. As always, he returned the playful banter with us and accidently on purpose screwed up our order so we didn't have to pay. We tip him very well. He made a big fireball when he lit up the grill, amazing the two small children who were with their parents sharing the same table as us. They watched him closely throughout his performance. When they begged him to do it again, he told them he couldn't because the fire chief is watching him, as he shook his spatula in my direction. After dinner we went to the bar where the firemen and policemen hang out. The bar is owned by a sheriff's deputy, and his dad, a retired firefighter before I even was hired, runs the place. I normally don't drink a lot, but tonight I was accepting shot after shot in celebration of my promotion. I bought a few rounds as well, and thank goodness Corinne decided to only drink soda after awhile, because I was in no shape to drive. As we pulled into the driveway at our house, Eric Clapton was crooning on the radio 'Wonderful Tonight.' We both laughed since it mimicked us at this moment in time. I was still singing it way off key as I flopped down on our bed. Corinne undressed me the best she could since I couldn't cooperate with her. Singing to her over and over again how much I love her and how wonderful she looked tonight, she laughed because I apparently always tell her that when I'm drunk and she is fondling me. I passed out smelling the familiar aroma I am so addicted to, while singing 'wonderful tonight' into Corinne's white nylon foot.



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 10



When I woke up the next morning, Corinne was in her usual position on me. Slight change though this time; she left her thigh high white nylon stockings on, and had my penis tucked in behind her knee with her hand still on it, keeping it in place. After gently finagling myself from underneath her so I wouldn't wake her, I couldn't resist, and placed a light kiss on the top of her white nylon toes. I got dressed, left her sleep and went to make a pot of coffee. It was cloudy this morning and looked like rain, but I was hoping to get the grass cut before it did. I went outside and retrieved the morning newspaper from underneath my truck. After cussing about not giving the paper boy a tip for Christmas this year, I made a mental note to make sure he gets one next year. I came back into the house, picked up my cup of coffee, sat down at the kitchen table, scanned the headlines then read the back page and made my way to the front. I'm so predictable like that. Corinne made her way down to the kitchen as I was halfway through the paper. She gave me a kiss on my forehead while tying her robe, and went to get herself a cup of coffee. 

"Where's Kayla?" She asked while looking at her watch. "Isn't she usually here by now?"

Without looking up at her, I answered: "Contrary to popular belief, she doesn't come over every morning." I turned the page. "And especially if she worked the graveyard."

"Well. Guess I didn't know that." She said as she sat down on my left.

I turned the page again. "I'm sure there are some things you don't know, Miss Know-it-all." I chuckled without looking at her. 

"Hey!" she snipped. I gave it a good five seconds before I looked at her without turning my head from the newspaper. "Can you hear this?" she asked with her middle finger pointed down. "Do you need me to turn it up?" She rotated her hand so she was now giving me the bird.

"Gasp." I said looking back at the newspaper. "Such obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl." I chuckled at her: "and this early in the morning too."

"Pristine this." She giggled as she lifted her right foot and placed it between my legs. I opened my legs a little to give her room on the chair. She wore her silver ballet slippers and was still wearing her nylons. Her foot rested on the chair, her slippered toes pushing against my penis. I turned the page again then dropped my hand to rub along the arch and top of her foot.

We sat like this a few minutes in silence sipping our coffees. She lightly moved her slippered nylon foot back and forth along the base of my penis through the shorts I was wearing. I scanned a few stories in the paper.

"I love you Brad." She said breaking the silence.

I turned the page not looking at her. "Well that's good Cory." Using a villain voice: "Otherwise I'd have to kill you since you know all my secrets." I chuckled.

"You brat!" she responded pushing her toes further into me. "You could say it back you know."

"I did Cory." As I turned the page again, "Read between the lines." 

"Read this." She giggled as she removed her foot from me, took her slipper off, lifted her leg and placed her foot on top of the table coincidentally on the story I was scanning. She scrunched her toes open and closed. "Pay attention to me instead of the paper." She said with her giggle.

"You better stop playin' woman." I laughed at her. "You're going to get it if you don't let me finish my paper."

"That's good." She said as she reached over, put her hand up the leg of my shorts and began to stroke my cockhead with her thumb and forefinger. I immediately started getting hard for her. "I'm going to play because I want it." She purred at me.

I closed my eyes and shuddered at the feeling she was giving me. I bent my head down and her foot rustled against the paper and caught my nose between the ball of her foot and underneath her nylon toes where her aroma I have become so addicted to was still lightly present. I breathed deep into her toes. "I love you Corinne."

She laughed at me. "Now you can say it huh?" she laughed again. "You always say that when I I'm stroking your cock and you're smelling my nylon feet." She stopped stroking me and opened her hand allowing my cock to expand in her palm. I continued to smell her foot as she closed her fist around me and began her rhythmic squeeze. I looked at her and she winked at me while untying her robe to expose the valley between her breasts. She snickered at me: "I know how to get you to tell me you love me when you're being stubborn and won't say it." She sighed: "But now that you've said it, I can stop." And just like that, everything stopped. She got up, put her slipper back on and went to refill her coffee mug. I still had the pleasurable look on my face when she came back to the table. She laughed at me and gave me a kiss on my forehead before pulling my face between her breasts. "When your soft and can say it"— She whispered. –"I'm going to fuck your brains out again." She gave me a couple hard strokes through my shorts before she sat back down and took her slippers off. She lifted both her feet and rubbed them into my face making me turn my head whichever way she wanted me to with her feet. "Aren't you going to read your paper?"

Her teasing went on long enough. It was my turn now. I grabbed both her ankles with my hands and turned the both of us out from the table. A squeal escaped her. I spread her legs wide, and ran both my hands down her sheathed legs until I was on my knees in front of her chair. I pulled her thighs further apart, looked at her, and dove my tongue into her bald pussy spelling out 'I love you' on her clitoris. 

"You son-of-a-bitch" she hissed at me. "That is so not fair." I continued to spell it complete with a heart at the end. After the sixth time, she grabbed the back of my head, humped her hips into my face, and orgasmed. I continued to spell it until she orgasmed again, to which I still continued. "Stop!" She panted and yelled at me. "I get it! You love me!" she moved her right foot against my left shoulder and tried to push me away from her. I dropped lower so she had no leverage and began to lick her labia. I took her clitoris in between my thumb and forefinger and began to stroke it. She loves it when I do that. She wailed loudly and arched her back in her chair. After making her orgasm again, I let her fall back into her chair, got up from the floor, and went back to reading my paper. 

I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. She was still panting in her chair, the back of her right hand against her forehead, eyes closed, and a smile on her face. "I think I made my point." I chuckled at her. "Better drink your coffee before it gets cold."

In defiance, Corinne lifted her left hand with her middle finger pointed down, and without saying anything, she rotated it giving me the bird again for a second before dropping her hand. "It wasn't supposed to go like that." She softly said and giggled. "I was supposed to be teasing you so you would stop reading the newspaper." She opened her eyes and looked at me. "But I do like the way it ended."

"So do I." I winked at her and folded the paper. "Ya never know how things end up do you?" I finished the last of my coffee and got up. "I gotta get the grass cut before it rains." I took my cup to the sink. Turning around at her, she had her hand on her stomach and a look on her face as if she was in pain. "You okay?" I asked her.

She looked at me and smiled: "Of course honey. I' m doing great."

I left the kitchen and went to put a shirt on to cut the grass. As I walked past the bathroom, I thought I heard her sobbing through the closed door. "Cory?" I asked as I knocked. "You okay in there?"

She answered again. "I'm fine honey. Go cut your grass."  

I went out to the garage; made sure the mower was filled with fuel, and began to cut the grass. I truly enjoy cutting grass. It usually takes about an hour to cut it with the push mower. Sometimes, I use the time to solve the world's problems without interruption. Ken usually uses the riding mower. He hasn't figured out yet how enjoyable cutting grass can be. Most of the time, I think about nothing except making sure the tire marks overlap. Today though, I used the time to think about my upcoming 'date' with Kayla, and wondering why Corinne was crying in the bathroom. I finished and put the mower away just in time before big rain drops started falling from the sky. Walking back into the house, Corinne was sitting on the couch with her robe on, watching the same game show from a few days before, with a mug of coffee in her hand. She had taken her nylons off and was sitting with her arm around her shins holding her bare legs almost to her chest. Her heels were on the cushion of the couch and she was mindlessly wiggling her toes. She didn't notice me until I was almost standing in front of her. She smiled at me and her beautiful brown eyes held mine as I knelt down. "I love you Corinne." I said as I reached out to hold one bare foot and kissed the top of it.

Corinne laughed at me. "I know. You always say that when I let you kiss my feet." I kissed her other foot. "It's not going to work on me this time Brady. I'm on to your little game." She set her mug on the end table smiling at me, her eyes glowing as I took her big toe into my mouth and sucked on it. "Okay, maybe it is." She quickly said and just as quickly took her toe out of my mouth, and pushed me backward, forcing me to fall over onto my back on the floor. She got on top of me, pulling up her robe proving she still wasn't wearing anything underneath it. She then sat down on my face and began riding my tongue and nose, bracing herself by locking her elbows with her hands on the floor. "Eat it." She growled at me. 

She's in her lioness mood I thought to myself as I held her hips and worked my tongue on her clitoris. This could be fun. She reached behind her and pulled my cock and balls out over the waistband of my shorts while humping herself on my face. She stroked me roughly a few times before letting me go and bracing herself again. "Pull your shorts down so I have full access to my horsecock." She growled emphasizing the word 'my'. She held my head against her while I lifted my hips and took my shorts down and kicked off my shoes so I could take them all the way off. "Good boy." She growled again letting go of my head and pushing it into the floor when I was finished. A few seconds later her thighs shook as she lifted her upper torso up cupping her breasts and holding still as she orgasmed into my mouth and around the sides of my face. When she finished, she fell forward smothering me. I attempted to lift her off me, but she locked her thighs around my face and positioned herself so my cock was in between the soles of her bare feet and stroked me with them. "I want cock!" she yelled at me. "If I let you go, are you going to give me your cock?" She growled. I tried to nod yes, but her legs were still tight around me. She relaxed them a little so I could. When I could nod yes, she growled again: "Good answer." Holding me to the floor with her hands, she got up off me and positioned herself with her feet firmly on the floor, her pussy hovering above my upright, hard as steel cock. "I love you." She whispered through half opened eyes before she slammed herself onto my cock taking me all the way in one go. "Ouch!" She yelled; eyes wide open now and slapped my face. "That hurt you bastard! You know I have to ease myself onto you!" She began riding me hard back and forth. When she went up and down, she would yelp and slap me yelling at me to stop hurting her. After five minutes of her hard riding, she slammed herself against my thighs and ground her clit into me as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I tried to move her, but she slapped me again then beat her fist into my chest as she orgasmed. Her fist pounding was starting to hurt and irritate me and I was about to throw her off when she stopped and purred softly with her eyes closed. "You feel so good baby." How did she always know when I was about to throw her off? I sat up and she smiled with her eyes still closed as I kept going until she was on her back and I was on top of her. A little moving around for comfort with my cock still buried all the way in her before I pounded my hips into her.

"You like that?" I grunted as I pounded into her. "You wanna play rough today?"

Corinne locked her ankles behind me and pushed herself further onto me. "Yes baby. Now cum in me." I moved faster and broke her ankle lock. "Ouch!" she yelped as I pounded harder. She put her hand against my face. "You're really hurting me. I'm not kidding." I looked at her and could see on her face she wasn't joking. I slowed my movement until she sighed. "Thank you. Now cum in me." I lifted her feet to my face and kissed them.

"I'm sorry Cory. You know I don't mean to hurt you. Even if we are playing." I said into her foot while looking at her.

"I know." She softly said. "Just cum in me now." She closed her eyes again. One last thrust into her and a deep smell of her feet, and I came. After my third pulse in her, she practically screamed at me. "Pull out! Pull out! You're hurting me!" I quickly did and she curled up into a fetal position. I fell behind her, and held her to me, my penis quickly softening.

"What's the matter Cory?" I softly asked. "Are you going to be okay?"

Her sniffle and a shake of her body answered me. "I don't know Brad." She breathed through her nose, her mouth tightly closed when she wasn't talking. She moved again to lay flat on her back. I put my hand against her face.

"I'm so sorry Cory." I softly said. "I should know better."

"No Brad." She breathed again. "It was me. I should know better than try to take you like I did."

I lied down behind her, cradling her best I could into my arms in the position I was in. As she whimpered quietly, I whispered how sorry I was for hurting her and how much I loved her. After a few minutes, Corinne moved a little to put her hand on my arm, turned her head and gave me her look with the forehead press. "My stallion." She cooed at me. "I'm going to be fine. Been a while since I attacked you and been forceful with you. I'm not used to doing that anymore." She giggled and kissed me. "Let me go. I have to get up and move." As I released my hold on her she said: "And you need to take a shower, you smell like a lawn mower." She laughed as she got up. She stutter stepped away from me, and made her way into the bathroom off the living room, shutting the door. I heard the lock click. I got up and went to the bathroom door, gently putting my ear to it, and heard her crying. It made me angry she wasn't being truthful to me about hurting her, and I lifted my hand to pound on the door and force her to open it. Instead, I bit my fist to hold back my own words, and went to take a shower. I took a longer shower than needed, until the water went cold, hoping Corinne would come in and want to conserve water again. She didn't, and I got out. As I walked into the bedroom, Corinne was lying on the bed fully dressed with socks and shoes on, legs crossed, hands folded across her stomach, eyes closed. 

"Cory?" I asked. "You alright?"

She opened her eyes and smiled at me as she sat up. "Of course you goof." She scooted to the end of the bed, put her feet on the floor and braced herself by locking her elbows against the mattress. "I was just waiting for you to come out so I can tell you I was going to run to the doctor quick."

"Well I'll take you then." I said as I started to get dressed.

She laughed and held her hand up. "You don't need to honey. I'll go. I just wanted you to know where I was going so when you came out of the shower you wouldn't worry when you couldn't find me."

"I'm serious Cory. Let me take you." I said as I pulled a shirt over my head.

"You just stay here." She said as she got up and kissed my cheek. "I'll be home in an hour or so." Corinne gave me a soft kiss on the lips and whispered: "I think I really hurt myself doing you hard this morning. Just going to have them check."

"Dammit Cory." I said as I moved away from her. "Let me take you then. It's my fault too ya know."

Corinne laughed at me. "Oh honey. Just settle down. I'm sure I'm fine. I'm a big girl. I can go to the doctor by myself." She moved into me and wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you for offering though." She softly said. She turned her face up to me and gave me another kiss. "I love you Brady." She kissed me again. "My stallion." She whispered into my lips before she pulled away from me and walked out of the bedroom. 

After she left, I found myself somberly looking for something to do. What if I hurt her really bad? I couldn't let myself worry too much about it. It probably was nothing. We've played like that before without any problem. Still, if I did hurt her badly, I would force myself to be gentle with her during playtime. I decided to change oil in my beater car to take my mind off it. It hasn't been moved since Kayla returned it a few days ago, and even if it didn't need an oil change, doing something was better than doing nothing. Since it was no longer raining out, this would be a good thing to do. As I was underneath the car taking out the drain plug, I heard a car pull into the driveway. Corrine must be home already I thought. Nope. It was Kayla. She got out of her car, and seeing my legs from underneath my beater car, she came into the garage.

"Whatcha doin' dad? She asked. "You think I put too many miles on your jalopy and it's time to change oil already?" she laughed.

"That's not nice to say Kayla." I chuckled at her as I removed the plug and oil started to drain into the pan. I pulled myself out from underneath the car and found myself looking up the leg of her loose shorts. She wasn't wearing underwear today. I shielded my eyes like somebody would do if the sun was in them. "What you doin' here? I woulda thunk you'd be getting ready for our date already." I looked at my watch. "It is one-thirty, you sure you have enough time to get ready?" Kayla was wearing a white tank top with no shirt over it like she usually wears. Her nipples were sticking out at me, proving she wasn't wearing a bra either. She had on the white flip-flops she sent me the picture of with the big feet caption. There was no polish on her toenails. She bent down, giving me a peek of her cleavage. 

"I was going to start daddy." She said to me. "But I have a question for you and since you never answer your damn cell phone, I had to come over here and ask." She smiled seductively at me when she caught me checking out her cleavage.

"Okay." I said as calmly as I could. "So ask."

"Well, I have a few questions." She said. "I'll ask them all at once, then you can answer all at once. Okay?" She wiggled her toes in her flip-flops. "What color polish should I wear on my toenails? What color nylons should I wear? Sexy panties? Push-up bra? And how many times do I get to make you cum?

I sighed and gave her a stern look. "Your answers, in order, are: whatever, whatever, no, no, and none." I went back underneath the car, not saying another word. I put the drain plug back in taking my time. I watched from underneath the car as her flip-flops turned and went back to her car. I heard the door open and close, the car start, and she left.

Corinne returned about an hour later just as I was finishing making myself a sandwich. She had a bag of groceries in her hand. She walked in through the kitchen door, smiling at me when she saw me. "Everything okay?" I asked her

"Of course." She said. "No problems." She gave me a one arm hug and a kiss. "Love you."

"I love you too Cory." I said to her. "But if I'm hurting you, I need to know if it's serious."

She smiled at me again. "It's not. Everything is good. You better start getting ready for your date." She let me go and put the bag she was carrying on the table. I watched her closely while standing at the sink eating my sandwich. She puttered about the kitchen putting groceries in the refrigerator and emptying the coffee pot. I was standing in her way, so I moved, but still watched her. Something seemed fishy to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. She started to do the few dishes in the sink, before looking at me over her shoulder. "What." she said. "Why are you watching me so close?"




My Daughter's Feet Ch. 10



"Admiring your beauty Cory." I smiled at her. "You saying I can't look at you?"

"That's not what I meant Brad." She snipped. "You're watching me way to close and it's creeping me out. I can handle you looking at me, but not watching me like you are."

"So then..."I paused. "What's really going on here Cory? You sure you're okay."

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph." She muttered. "Yes. I'm fine. Okay?"

I left it be and went to check my email. This nagging feeling I had just kept telling me something isn't right, but I just tried to ignore it. Years from now, I will find out she lied to me and never went to the doctor. Another missed opportunity at discovering she was cancerous. Instead, she went to wash her car and clean the inside of it for me to use on my date with Kayla tonight. As I sat at the desk, looking at a blank computer screen, pondering what could possibly be wrong with my wife, which was giving me a gut feeling something was wrong, Corinne came up behind me and draped her arms over my shoulders. I grabbed onto her arms and rubbed them. She bent down and put her head on my shoulders and told me she loved me very much followed by a kiss on my cheek. 

"If there is something wrong Corinne, you would tell me right?" I asked her.

"Of course darling." She assured me and gave me another kiss. "I would never keep secrets from you, especially if it deeply concerns you such as this has."

"I love you Corinne." I said I as I turned my head to kiss her.

"Love you too. You better get ready for your date." As she kissed me back. 

I again took a shower, realizing I must be the one who uses the most water in this house. The first thing I was going to do when I got by Kayla was to apologize for being rude to her this afternoon. For the last couple months, we have been verbally sparring with sex, and today should've been no different. She had no idea I was feeling worried about possibly hurting Corinne. I shouldn't have taken it out on her. I got out of the shower, trimmed my moustache, put on the standard deodorant, some Sean Jones cologne, and walked into the bedroom. Corinne had my tuxedo laid out on the bed ready for me. I chuckled to myself as I noticed a new pair of black socks in my shoes. I once wore a suit with white socks, and she has never let me forget it. I never know how she always does this to me, but as I was finished putting on the tux, and adjusting the cumber bund, she walked into the bedroom. Never fails. She always shows up just as I'm finishing getting dressed. She came over to me with a big smile on her face, and began rubbing her hands all over my upper torso.

"Mmmm." She purred. "There is my handsome stallion. I'm jealous I'm not the one who has a date with you tonight." She sniffed me. "And you're cologne is turning me on."

I chuckled at her. "Cory don't start."

"What?" She said as she unzipped me and put her hand inside my pants. "Start what? Whatever are you talking about?" She batted her eyelashes at me as she pulled out my hardening penis from my pants. She looked down at it, bit her lower lip and began to gently stroke me.

I chuckled as I pulled away from her, my half-erect penis swinging in the breeze. "Stop it woman. Stop playin'." I scolded her. "I have to finish getting ready."

"Okay okay." She laughed. "C'mere. Let me put you away since I got you out." From behind me, her left hand came around my left side and gently gripped my penis at the base. Her right hand came around my right side and gripped just under the perineum, and she began her signature rhythmic squeeze. Leaning around my right arm, she smiled seductively at me and whispered: "Need to soften you up first." She winked:"You're too stiff right now." Her right hand began to pump me short and quick. The fingers of her left hand began to pet my testicles. This was her classic reach around handjob, and it never failed to get me off fast. "Oooo look at that." She purred. I looked down at her French manicured fingers coaxing precum out of my penis. She bent her head down and licked it off swirling her tongue around the head. I grunted and pushed into her mouth. Her left hand let go of my penis and she scooted around my right side onto her knees still stroking me with her right hand, into her mouth, in front of me. Using another one of her tricks on me, she used her tongue to trap me between it and the roof of her mouth and began running it back and forth underneath the head. I started snorting like a bull over her and fell forward to brace myself against the wall. She looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes, and once she held mine, she used her finishing move on me. I know it sounds lame, but after twenty years, she still makes me whinny like a horse. She never fails to make me cum right after she uses it. She does it to me multiple times, every day, when we are just sitting around and having a simple conversation. But when I'm in her mouth, it's different somehow. Her finishing move, plain and simple—she winks at me. And thus, commencing immediately, I become her stallion. Sometimes, like right now, my leg even kicks out.

"Corinne." I whinnied and grunted. She held my legs to keep me up. I'm shooting too much for her, and she can't swallow fast enough. Her mouth is overflowing and my ejaculate is running down her chin onto her shirt. She quickly pushed my penis down into her shirt so I ejaculated in between her breasts. Still looking at me and smiling, she pushed her breasts together, and moved them up and down against my penis. As my orgasm ended and my breathing started to return to normal, she gently removed me from in between her breasts.

"Don't move." She giggled. "I'll be right back. Stay just like that." I heard the water running in the sink, and she came back with a wet washcloth and a towel to clean me up, minus her shirt and bra. Her breasts still had some sperm on them. "Naughty boy." She smiled and cooed at me while wiping my penis with the washcloth being careful not to get my pants wet. "What were you thinking? Look what you did to me. What if you would have spermed the front of your fancy tuxedo pants? Good thing I'm here to take care of you." She giggled as she dried me with the towel. "I must've really emptied you. You're not even getting hard from me touching you like this." She finished drying me, then put my penis back into my pants, and zipped them up. She placed a kiss on my package, and lightly patted it. "See you later." She said to it. As she stood up, she ran the towel over her breasts. I was still holding the wall up, feeling like I should take a quick nap, or at least a bowl of Wheaties to get my energy back. 

"I love you Corinne." I softly said not trusting my voice by saying it louder.

"I know." She laughed from behind me. "You always say that when I make you cum hard." She spanked me. "You better get moving. I have to shower. When I get out, you better be long gone, or I'm going to tie you to the bed and we are going to have a marathon fuck session with children in the house, and you wearing that tuxedo." She swayed her ass at me as she made her way to the bathroom. When she got to the door she looked at me over her shoulder. "As much as I want you here when I get out of the shower, Kayla would be very disappointed if you stood her up."

"I know." I replied. "I was just debating that."

She giggled again. "You can let go of the wall now goofball." I let go of the wall to try and stand on my own. "I left my keys on the table if you want to use my car."

"Nah." I replied. "I changed oil in the Granada. I'm thinking I'll take that. Kayla would love it."

She gasped. "You are so not taking that car. Just take mine." She watched me put my tuxedo coat on. I walked over to her and bent down to give her a kiss. She put her hand over her mouth. "I didn't rinse yet." Her eyes smiled at me. I placed a kiss on top of her hand over her mouth.

"I love you Cory." I gave her another kiss on the cheek. "Don't wait up if I'm past curfew." I chuckled as I scooted away from her outstretched hand trying to swat me on the ass.

"You better run." She laughed. "And not one minute past midnight or you're grounded." 

I laughed at her as I dropped my keys onto the bed. "Just in case you need to go somewhere. I'll be taking your car. This way your boyfriend will think you're not home so he won't stop."

"Way ahead of you honey." She laughed. "I already told him you were taking my car."

As I walked down the steps, I chuckled to myself. Corinne knew exactly what she was doing. She was making sure I was taken care of just in case Kayla pushed me over the edge. As I made my way through the kitchen, Katrina and one of her friends were sitting at the kitchen table. Both looked up as I came in. Katrina was wearing a plaid skirt with a white shirt, her hair up, suntan pantyhose, not wearing shoes, sitting on her left leg her nylon sole facing me. Her friend was dressed almost the same minus the pantyhose.

"Wow dad." Katrina whistled. "You sure clean up nice when you have to." A giggle escaped from her friend. "Can I paraphrase you and tell you I want to snuggle up to you for a minute."

I smiled at her and opened my arms. "Of course Treen. I got nothing but love for you." I chuckled. She got up from her chair and practically curled up into my torso. I held onto her and smelled the shampoo in her fiery red hair. What a lucky guy I am. I have two very beautiful daughters. I gave her a kiss on her hair and looked at my watch. "I have to go Treen. Otherwise you're mom and big sis will be mad at me."

She squeezed me. "Have fun dad. Can we do something together Sunday?"

Her asking had me stuttering a little. I can't remember the last time she wanted to do something with me. "Sure. Whatever you want to do. You can help me clean the inside of my truck and I'll take you for an ice cream cone." I laughed.

"Just take me for an ice cream cone dad." She laughed.

I left the house and got into Corinne's car noticing how clean it was. I also couldn't believe how nervous I was. I felt like I borrowed mom and dad's car and was going on my first date without a chaperone. When I got to Kayla's apartment, I stupidly sat in the car for a minute cussing about how I should have gotten her a corsage. Then I was thinking it's not like I'm taking her to prom. It's just dinner. I got out of the car, made my way to her apartment door and knocked. I held my hand over the peephole so she couldn't see it was me. I'm kind of predictable like that. She didn't answer the door, instead just yelled for me to come in. I stood inside the door and asked if she was ready. Kayla gracefully appeared from the hallway, and my jaw hit the floor. Her dress hugged her body accenting every curve, before flaring out a little to give her legs walking room, slit up the right side and stopped just above her ankle. Her hair had the strawberry highlights and was up in a bun with a couple strands down each side of her face. She wore a black choker type necklace with a ruby pendant which fell to just above her cleavage. She wore pink silk gloves just past her elbow, a small pink carnation in her hair, pink nylons and the blue peep-toe six inch heels. Her make-up was done perfectly, complete with shiny cherry red glossy lips. She softly laughed at me.

"Pick your jaw up off the floor dad...and tell me how pretty I look." She smugly said.

I looked her up and down, then up and down again. "Sweet Mother of Jesus." I muttered. "Kayla. You are absolutely gorgeous."

Her smile lit up her face which absolutely glowed. "Thank you daddy." She blushed.

"I'm going to have to go home and change." I chuckled at her. "I can't go wearing this tux."

"Why not?" Kayla nervously said. "What's wrong?" she cupped her hands to her mouth. "Dad, don't stand me up."

I laughed at her. "Oh no. I'm not standing you up. I won't let you go anywhere by yourself dressed like that. The way you look, I'm sure I'm going to be dishing out black eyes to guys who can't keep them in their head; and bloody noses for guys who come sniffing around. If I get this tux bloody, they'll make me pay for it."

"Well dad." Kayla said as she came closer to me, reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. "The only guy allowed to look at me is you." She gave me a peck on my lips. "The only guy allowed to undress me with his eyes is you." She gave me another peck on the lips. "After dinner and a little dancing, I'm hoping you're going to want me... to undress for you and make me your perfect little slut." 

After clearing my throat, I looked at her. "Let's not get carried away here Kayla. Let's just go and have dinner, maybe a little dancing as dad and daughter. No to any extra-curricular activities."

Kayla stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. "It's not like this is our first date you know. We've been on plenty. Don't you think it's time your date puts out when you take her home?" She looked up at me with her gorgeous green eyes: "And I am so ready to put out and give it up to my man."

Corinne knew it, and told me so. Kayla is thinking at least for the next couple hours, I'm her man and not her dad. "Let's just get going. Shall we?" I held out my arm for her to put her hand into and escorted her out to the car. I opened the car door for her and she rewarded me with a flash of her stocking tops and garter belt strap as she got in. The drive to the country club is going to take about a half-hour depending on traffic. Kayla made use of the time by shifting in her seat and crossing her right leg over her left exposing her entire pink stocking leg through the slit in her dress. Throughout our idle conversation she lightly smiled at me as I watched her dangle her shoe off the end of her toes, and watched her gloved hand graze along her stocking thigh occasionally snapping the garter belt against her bare skin. As traffic started to clear around us on the highway, she uncrossed her legs and took one of her gloves off dropping it in my lap.

"Daddy lookit." Kayla softly said. I quickly looked down at the glove then back to the road. "Silk gloves so my hand will feel real good stroking your cock. My lipstick won't smear, so I can stroke you until you cum in my mouth." I tightened my face and looked out the driver window. She took her shoe off, crossed her leg and put her stocking foot on my thigh. "Daddy lookit." Softly again. I again quickly looked at her pink stocking foot with the cherry red glossy toenails. She wiggled her toes. "Silk stockings so my soft feet will feel really soft stroking and rubbing your cock."

I tightened my face and looked out the window again. "Kayla I really wish you would stop trying to seduce me and focus on having an enjoyable time as dad and daughter."

Kayla shifted again in her seat removing her foot from my thigh. "Daddy lookit." I couldn't help myself and looked at her. She had her legs spread, her dress open at the slit, her ungloved hand pointing a finger at her pink lacy panties. "Silk panties for the best panty-pop ever...if you want one." I shook my head and looked out the window again. "I wasn't going to wear any, but my pussy has been constantly wet and drooling since you rescued me the other night. I had to. Otherwise, there would be a wet spot on my dress. And lookit daddy..." again I couldn't help but glance. Her panties were pulled to the side and she had one finger inside her. A little moan escaped her lips. "I shaved too, so my pussy is soft and smooth for your cock to be the first in there. " I looked away and concentrated on driving. We only had a few miles to go. She shifted in her seat again, and put her left arm around my shoulders, snuggling up to me. "I love you dad." She cooed into my ear. "I love you so much. You have no idea how much it would mean to me if you would take my virginity. Especially tonight, the most special night of my life." I could see out of the corner of my eye her right arm moving. Obviously she was still playing with herself. This was confirmed by little moans and whimpers that escaped her. "You don't even have to take it; I'm willingly giving my virginity to you." She shuddered a little. "I'm not going to make myself cum. I've done that many times already. Tonight, it's you who is going to make me cum. And I'm going to make you cum. In my mouth so I can taste you, on my feet so I can play with your sperm, and in my pussy so I know what it feels like to be all 'squishy' inside."

In an attempt to regain control over her, I humphed, chuckled and looked out the window again. "You think so huh. Don't get your hopes up too high. Those are grandiose visions—" Before I could finish my sentence, Kayla put her two fingers which she used to play with herself into my mouth. Instinctively, I sucked on them tasting her sweet, tangy flavor.

"Taste me dad." Kayla whispered into my ear before she gently bit my earlobe. "Don't I taste yummy?" I continued to suck on her fingers not saying anything. She took her fingers out of my mouth, put them back inside her for a few seconds, then back to my mouth. "Here you go." She said as I opened my mouth. "Have another taste." She whispered as she licked my earlobe and kissed my neck. "Savor the taste of my virgin pussy." She repeated the process again as we were driving past the rolling hills of the golf course. A couple hundred more yards and we would be there. "The taste of a virgin pussy that is ready to have your cock inside it." She looked up as I was slowing down to make the turn into the country club. She removed her fingers and reached into the glove box for a napkin to wipe her hand on. She took another napkin and wiped my mouth. "Are you hard for me?" She asked as she put on her silk glove.

"Kayla. You have no idea." I breathily said.

"Good." Kayla smiled. "I'm very good at making cocks hard for me wouldn't you say so?" she said as she crumpled up the napkins and put them on the floor. She straightened her dress as I drove around to the valet. "Especially the one I want to and going to fuck." I pulled up to the valet and looked at her. Her face was glowing with accomplishment. "You could park the car yourself dad. Somewhere in the back so we can make out a little bit." She gave me her daddy smile. "You can kiss my feet while I give you a silk glove handjob." The valet appeared at her door. "Too late." She smiled. 

The valet opened her door and Kayla was careful not to show him any leg. She took my arm and we walked into the country club. I had a feeling we were going to look stupid dressed like this. The maitre'd looked at both of us like we were crazy. After telling him of our reservation, he looked in his big book, and a smile spread across his face. His French accent told me he was delighted to have us here this evening. He then escorted us to a table. Looking around the huge dining room, I discovered we weren't the only ones dressed like this. All the women were either wearing cocktail dresses or evening gowns, and the men all wore tuxedos. He pulled out Kayla's chair for her, and gestured for me to sit. The table was small, and I briefly wondered how our dinner plates would fit on it. It was definitely a table for two. Or maybe a table for one if you planned on having appetizer, entrée, and dessert at the same time. He lit the candle and with a clap of his hands, a wine steward appeared at our table with a bottle of house wine. Complimentary of course, since it is Mademoiselles' birthday. Kayla accepted the wine, and he poured her a glass and left us with the bottle in a bucket of ice. I decided to have a mixed drink since I'm not a wine drinker. We made idle chat between us of the place and the orchestra which was playing a Benny Goodman tune when he returned with my drink. A waiter then came over and left us with a hors d'ouvers menu, and when we were ready; "just snap your fingers and I come running." When he left, I couldn't help but chuckle at his comment. I picked up the menu and realized it's a good thing I have my credit card along. Maybe I'll be able to get out of here without spending a thousand dollars. The fifty dollar food tab my mother got her was not going to go far. I set the menu down. Kayla's eyes just glowed at me.




My Daughter's Feet Ch. 10



"What?" I asked her. "Why are you so bright eyed and bushy tailed?"

"This place is awesome dad." Kayla responded. "And I get to be here with my favorite man. The man I love more than anything in this world." I felt myself smiling, and she giggled. "Did you notice how long the tablecloth is?" I looked around and noticed they all went to the floor. 

"So?" I shrugged my shoulders. "They all go to the floor. Big deal."

"Gosh dad. You really are a dork sometimes. You know that right?" Kayla's eyes glowed as she giggled again at me. "And I mean that in a most loving way." She picked up her glass of wine and looked at me over the top of it. I again shrugged my shoulders and put my hands out quickly in a 'what' gesture. "Dad...I could give you a footjob under the table and nobody would know." As she said it, I felt her nylon foot creep up my shin under my pant leg. "Are you still hard for me?" she whispered and took a sip of her wine.  

"Kayla. We have to put a stop to this. This isn't right." I pleaded to her. "I thought you understood me the other night."

Kayla put her wine down and leaned toward me over the table. My eyes were drawn to her shiny cherry red lips which she licked just before she spoke. Meatloaf was playing their song in my head:"You were licking you're lips and your lipstick shined..."

"I do understand you dad." She softly said. "But you have to understand what mom said. She said her and I have to share... and I get you tonight. Remember?" She quickly licked her lips again. 

"I'm positive that is not what she meant, Kayla." I said as I pulled my leg away from her foot.

"Well dad, here is my analogy." Kayla said as her foot found my shin again. "We have been playing a cat and mouse game for the past couple months. I'm the cat...you're the mouse. The cat loves her mouse and loves to play with her mouse, but when the cat is away, the mice play. Tonight, the cat isn't going to let her mouse get away."

"Kayla, I don't think you even have a clue to what you are talking about." I said as I tried to stop her foot creeping up my leg without arousing suspicion of anyone near us.

"Oh yes I do dad." Kayla's eyes danced and glowed at me. Her foot found my hand trying to stop her, my palm against my leg. Her daddy smile spread across her face as she used her toes to lift my hand to place her foot under it. "Is your cock under there dad?" she whispered as she scratched her toes against my thigh. She was close, but wasn't touching it. "Guess not." Her pouty lip came out for a second before the daddy smile again. "Don't worry...I'll find it...eventually. Anyhow...as I was saying...I know for a fact when I left after our coffee hour some days, you were hard as a steel bar. Fact is: I have been making you hard for me since I was sixteen and already sexually active- jerking off boys and fucking girls. Problem is: You won't let me take care of it. You let the cat play. Second problem is: Mom has always gotten all the benefit from my work of making you hard. The cat's away, the mice have played. Not tonight though dad. Tonight the cat gets her mouse." 

Kayla lifted her wine glass for another sip. My hand was lightly rubbing her stocking foot. Her eyes watched me as she set her glass back down and I took her foot in my hand, moved it off my leg, and placed it on the chair in between my legs. I looked down at her pink nylon toes peeking out from underneath the table cloth and used both hands to rub her gorgeous foot. Her eyes smiled at me and her daddy smile returned as she took her other foot, still with her heels on and sensuously rubbed up my other leg. "That's it daddy." She whispered. "Surrender to me. You can still rub my foot as it plays with your cock through your pants. Just put my foot on it...I'll do the rest."

"Kayla...you know I love you very much." I sighed.

"I know daddy." She giggled. "And I love you just as much."

"I would rather just enjoy having dinner with you tonight." I said as I looked at her, still gently rubbing her foot. "This is definitely not the time or place to be acting like this." I reluctantly stopped rubbing her foot. She gave me a pouty face and moved her foot onto the floor. 

I looked over the appetizer menu and ordered a combination plate. Once our appetizers were placed in front of us, we munched on them while having a nice quiet conversation. We then ordered dinner. Kayla stopped her constant teasing and sexual banter, and I settled in for a nice evening with my daughter. Although her stocking foot still found my shin on occasion hidden beneath the table, and she would give me her daddy smile when it would, it was no different than the affectionate rubbing she gave me while having coffee in the morning together. After dinner, we each ordered an after dinner drink. I asked the waiter to bring our bill. Kayla noticed nobody got up to dance at all the entire time we were there, and asked me if I would cut a rug with her. 

"Kayla..." I quietly chuckled at her. "I don't think you have any idea how to dance to this type of music. This isn't like high school where you hold each other and move your feet back and forth."

Kayla gave me her classic triple D look. "Duh. Don't you think I know that?" Kayla said. "I've watched you and mom dance to this kind of music many times. I think you would be surprised at how quick I learn and how talented I am." She leveled her eyes at me. "I'm very talented..." emphasizing very "...at everything." She ended with a wink and a lick of her lips. Meatloaf started playing in my head again.

I looked straight back at her. "Do you have any clue as to the music they're playing? This is 40's music." I have always prided myself in being a connoisseur of sorts when it came to music. Anything past the 80's though, I was lost. In a different ploy to get Corinne off drugs and get her interested in other things, I would drag Corinne to places where big bands played and enjoy a wonderful night dancing to Benny Goodman and other popular artists of the big band and World War II era. She liked it so much she enrolled us in a formal ballroom dancing class. Although she and I haven't gone out dancing in a long time, we would occasionally grab each other for a dance in the living room, in full view of delighted and clapping children. 

Kayla didn't give me the triple D look, but it was pretty close to it. "Really dad? I wasn't in band just for a credit you know." She put on her thinking look only for a second "Such an appropriate song too...the lights are low, perfect for this song. Dancing in the Dark by Artie Shaw."

"Impressive." I remarked by nodding my head at her. The orchestra ended the song and started another Artie Shaw song. The one he apparently hated the most, and became his most popular. 

"C'mon dad." Kayla said as she stood up. "Let's Begin the Beguine."

I led Kayla out to the dance floor and as we danced, I noticed a few people watching us. It seemed as if everyone was waiting for someone to start the dancing, and Kayla and I were it. She smiled and softly giggled as three other couples joined us on the dance floor. When the song was over, I caught the eye of the conductor and motioned for a livelier number. He nodded and the orchestra started a faster version of Jimmy Dorsey's Tangerine. Kayla laughed as I grabbed her and swung her around as the same three couples joined us, plus three more. I was impressed Kayla actually knew dance moves. It wasn't like dancing with Corinne where we both flowed with the music, but given the circumstance, it was good enough to give the impression we have danced like this before. 

We sat down and I motioned for the waiter to bring another drink. With no warning this time, Kayla put her nylon foot on my semi-erect penis. "I told you I would find it eventually." She winked and giggled as she moved her foot up and down my penis that was above my belt. "I love you dad." She said and blew me a kiss as her other foot joined in, sandwiching my penis in between them. I dropped my hand to hold her feet against me as I noticed the waiter coming back with our drinks. He set them on the table and left us be. She apparently wasn't interested in exploring further, or she would have discovered she was only rubbing maybe a third of my penis. I looked down at her gorgeous nylon foot watching her toes rub my shaft through my tuxedo shirt.

"I love you to Kayla." I smiled at her. "More than you will ever know." I looked down again at her nylon feet gently rubbing up and down along my shaft. Well, you can say we finally crossed that line. Looking at her again, a smile was on her face as she sipped her drink. I rubbed the top of her feet with one hand, while I used my other hand and fished out the part of my penis that was in my shirt. When it was out, I put it between her feet and she immediately began stroking it between the balls of her feet. I shuddered slightly at the feel of her silky nylons.

"Daddy..." Kayla gasped. "...I finally have your cock in between my feet. I hope they feel real good for you." She let her breath out in a rush. "Oh my God. I want to see my feet on your cock." She tried to peek under the table with no success. "Dammit!" she whispered. She still lightly stroked me as she fanned her face. "I'm finally giving you a footjob. Let's leave. I want to make you cum on my feet."As much as I didn't want to, I took her feet off my penis and put it away. Her look of shock became a pout.

"Not here." I said to her. "Drink your drink." Kayla practically slammed her drink down, while I casually sipped on mine. Her foot remained against my shin as my erection finally deflated. "I need to adjust. I'll be right back." I told her which was answered with a giggle. 

When I was in the men's room, I adjusted myself so if I got another erection, it would go in the proper direction and be unnoticeable. My mother showed me how to do that when I had my first erection in the third grade. Now before anybody starts thinking I had an incestuous affair with my mother, I'm telling you I didn't. When I got my first erection all the kids laughed at me and called me a freak. After crying my eyes out to my mother, she bought me bigger pants and showed me how to 'wear' my penis so nobody would see if it happened again. Since then I have always worn pants that were baggier in the crotch area. After Corinne took my virginity, she bought me a chastity belt so other woman wouldn't ogle my erection. I wore it a few times for her. When we broke up the first time, I let Bridgette use it on me. I threw it out in the trash a long time ago.

When I returned to our table, Kayla was talking with a man who was wearing a full dress military uniform. He was standing rigid with his hands behind his back, but bent forward slightly so he could hear her talking. Her eyes caught mine, and her face lit up in a smile when she seen me return. I cleared my throat as I approached the table and the man turned to me. "Good evening sir." He said as he put his hand out for me to shake. "I am Second Lieutenant Daniel Erwin." I shook his hand. "May I have permission to dance with your daughter?" I looked at Kayla, and she blinked once, purposely. 

"Well lieutenant, did you ask her?" I said as I let go of his hand.

"Yes sir." He responded. "And she advised me she is here with you, and I should ask you."

Again I looked at Kayla, and again she purposely blinked once. "Alright then. Since you asked properly, you may have one dance with her."

"Thank you sir." He turned to Kayla and reached out his hand for her to take to lead her to the dance floor. "May I have this dance Madame?" he politely asked.

I watched Kayla dance with him while sipping on my drink. I could tell the conversation they were having was a 'getting to know you' type of conversation. Everytime Kayla seen me watching her, she would smile at me and turn so I wouldn't see her face. A drink was brought to me, compliments of the lieutenant's table, I was told. When the band stopped, he escorted her back to our table on his arm and held her hand for balance as she sat back down. "Thank you Madame for the dance." He said to her. Then he turned to me. "Thank you sir for allowing me to dance with your daughter."

"You're welcome. Thank you for the drink." I nodded at him, and he turned and walked away. I looked at Kayla and gave her a 'well?' gesture with my eyes.

"He seems nice." Kayla giggled. "I got his phone number if I want to call him." She gave me her seductive smile. "I have unfinished business with you though dad, and I intend to finish it." She put her foot on my knee and rubbed up my thigh. I stopped her with my hand, and quickly scanned the room noticing he sat at a table with two other men who were dressed the same. His eyes were glued to Kayla.

"He's watching you. I think he likes you." I smiled at her. "Maybe you should have another dance with him?" I said as I moved her foot off my leg to rest on the edge of my chair. 

"No." Kayla answered nonchalantly. "I told him we were getting ready to leave. Besides, I kinda like him and I wouldn't want you to give him a black eye for looking at me or a bloody nose for sniffing my perfume." She smiled. "I can check his package out some other time." She laughed.

Was I getting used to Kayla's vulgar language and sexual prowess? "You're so bad." I chuckled at her. I'm sure had we not been verbally sparring the last couple months, my mouth would have been wide open in astonishment at what my pure as the fresh snowfall daughter just said.

"No I'm not daddy." Kayla said as she sat up straighter. "I'm very good...and you're about to find out." She purred as her foot gently rubbed into my groin. Her bottom lip came out. "Where did your cock go?" 

"It's put away." I said to her. "Not to come out again until I'm home and with your mother."

I finished off my drink, grabbed our bill and got up. I held out my hand to her and she took it to stand up. She turned toward the table Daniel was sitting at, gave a little wave, kissed her gloved hand and blew it at him. I put my hand in the small of her back and gently pushed her in front of me. I looked at Daniel's table and gave him a scowling look. Isn't that what dad's are supposed to do when some guy hits on their daughter? His smile instantly vanished from his face. I smiled at him while giving him the phone signal with my hand against my ear, nodded and mouthed to him 'she'll call.' His smile returned and he mouthed 'thank you.' 

Kayla put her hand in the crook of my elbow as I was paying the bill with the credit card. As I was handing the valet the ticket to bring the car up, she reached over and crumpled it in her gloved hand. "I could use some fresh air. Do you mind if we walk to the car?" The bewildered valet shrugged his shoulders at me.

"I guess we could." I answered her. After the valet gave me detailed directions and a complete description of the type of car we were looking for, I thanked him. After all, I don't know where I'm going, or what my car looks like. 

Our date ended as it always did. She took off her shoes and put her feet up on the seat and wrapped herself around my arm. She told me she had a fun time with me, how much she loved me, and how happy she was because I was her dad. This time however, I knew she feigned falling asleep against my arm as she had a faint little smile on her face and always flexed her pink nylon feet or wiggled her toes when I looked over to take a peek. She invited me in for a nightcap, which I turned down. With her standard kiss on the lips I have grown so accustomed to, and a "see ya later dad" she was gone.



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 11



Although it happened gradually, and not often enough for me to notice right away, the infamous dad/daughter coffee hour started to decrease in frequency. I started to stay longer at work taking on more responsibility with the training of paramedics, and on my off days I taught two firefighter classes at the local college. Kayla also started taking on more responsibility where she worked, and since she was working toward her Registered Nurse license, her hours increased almost ten-fold between school and internship. When we did have coffee, Kayla would still take her shoes off, and even though the banter and foot show stopped, she would still affectionately run her foot along my shin as we talked. One morning, around two months after our official last date, Kayla excitedly told me about Daniel, the guy she met at the country club. She did call him, and they had been on a few dates. After she left, I realized she wore socks and shoes, and didn't rub my leg.

Bridgette did as I told her to, and she became my secretary. She took to the job like a fish to water. She was never late, or showed up under the influence, and I steadily became increasingly dependent on her to keep my fire department affairs in order. We did joke about having sex on my desk to keep me stress free, but never once did we fool around while on-duty. Having a steady paying job, she began to eat healthier and regularly and began to look more like my pretty sister, instead of the old hag she was becoming. She ended up moving out of her dump of an apartment to a much nicer place, and started casual dating a guy who lived in the same complex. Neither of them wanted to get into a serious relationship, but somebody to go see a movie or have dinner with was fine. Mom even talked to her when she called now. 

Corinne started to slow down as well, not feeling good some days, and the frequency of our sexual encounters decreased. Some days, she looked like death warmed over, but would still force herself to go to work. I always asked her to go get checked out by a doctor, and she would always tell me she did and nothing was wrong. After conducting my own little investigation, I confronted her one morning before she left for work, none of the doctors I knew had ever seen her in their office. She laughed at me and told me she didn't go see any of the doctors I knew because she knew I would check up on her. Some mornings I could clearly see she was in extreme pain or nauseated, and I repeatedly told her I was taking her in. When she caught me watching her, she would smile at me and tell me nothing was wrong.

A week before Christmas, some 8 months after Kayla and I had our official last date, she formally introduced me to Daniel. She wanted to make sure it would be okay for him to spend some of his holiday with us since Daniel would be home on leave. He showed up in full dress uniform and while I gave off the impression I didn't like him, and reluctantly gave Kayla permission to bring him around so he can meet everyone else—I instantly liked him. He was very respectful and courteous, called me sir, and after a while I noticed he always talked speaking full words instead of using shortened, apostrophe words. Such as cannot instead of can't. I liked him because he reminded me of me at his age. He knew Kayla from high school, but was too shy to talk to her because she was popular and he wasn't. They graduated in the same class.

After the holidays, Kayla got into some trouble with the law and ended up getting kicked out of nursing school. After my initial anger at her I stood by her side as she pled not guilty in court and was able to work a deal with the deputy district attorney for a hefty fine. 

Our coffee hours whittled down to once a month. The second to last one we would have, Kayla informed me she might be pregnant with Daniel's child. She was too scared to tell him, and too scared to tell me, but she figured she was around two months and finally decided to tell me first. It should not have been, but it was a shock to me. After getting her a home pregnancy kit which came up negative, I took her to the doctor for a second opinion. He also confirmed she wasn't, but added the switch in her birth control pills may have sent her menstrual cycle into a different pattern. I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't ready to be a grandpa yet.

A few weeks later, Corinne mentioned Kayla seemed to be lovestruck by Daniel, and I had been replaced as number one in her heart. I admit I was jealous. But at the same time, I was also proud of her for finding a decent man. Daniel was always courteous to Corinne and I. Ken decided to join the Navy after having a long talk with him about military life. Daniel informed him he wished he would have joined the Navy instead of Army. Katrina also liked him, and whenever he was around, she stumbled over her words. It was kind of funny as my normally shy, reserved daughter, who never had a boyfriend, had an obvious crush on Kayla's. He never treated Kayla badly, always respectful. I'm sure she would have told me otherwise.

Daniel came home on leave just before he was going to be reassigned to a different company, and asked me to have a few beers with him. It was my duty day, and I turned him down. The next morning, he was at the house with Kayla for coffee. The last one I would have for many years with my daughter. He was fidgeting in his chair, and I noticed.

"Danny boy..." I leveled a stare at him, "...it better be proper. Nothing less."

"What be proper?" Kayla asked taking a sip of her coffee. "What are you talking about dad?" 

He instantly knew what I was talking about, and knew I knew why he was fidgeting. "I want it to be sir." Daniel answered. "I think that is why I am so nervous. I have everything I need for it, except your... opinion sir."

"What are you two talking about?" Kayla asked. I continued to look at him, and he looked at me. 

"On you right now?" I asked, and he nodded. "Grow a set..." I smiled at him. "...and do it."

"Hellllloooo. I'm over heeeerrreee." Came Kayla's voice. "Want to tell me what's going on?" I held my finger up at her.

Taking a deep breath, Daniel stood up and Kayla asked him again what he was doing. Without looking at her, and directly at me, he asked: "Mr. Baldwin... May I have Kayla's hand in marriage?" Kayla gasped and cupped her hands to her mouth. As I continued to stare him down, I felt Kayla's suntan nylon foot gently place itself underneath my pant leg and she scrunched her toes once against my shin. 

"Daniel..." I responded realizing Kayla used her foot as a signal for me to please say yes. "I'm going to say it like this here. You may, but if she ever...and I mean EVER, calls me crying for something you have done wrong to her, and it is legit... I will find you...and kill you." I smiled at him. "There. I have finally given you the standard father threat every father must give to their daughter's boyfriend. I hope you understand she is always going to be my little girl..." I looked at Kayla and her eyes were welling up. "... and my Turtle Dove." I looked back at Daniel, and he nodded his head at me. "I'm always going to take her side first until proven otherwise."

"I totally understand sir." He replied. "I only have love and respect for Kayla. That is why I wanted this to be proper." He reached into his pocket and took out a small black box. He opened it and showed me the ring he bought her. I felt Kayla's foot shake against my shin as it usually does when she is nervous. He took the ring out of the box, put the box back into his pocket, then went over to Kayla and got down on one knee. I watched him like a hawk the whole way.

"Kayla Ann Baldwin..."Daniel held the ring up to her and reached out to take her hand. "...will you marrying me?"

In a classic Baldwin move which made me proud of her, she replied: "Do you understand my father is always number one in my heart? You can never replace him or even share that spot with him? I will always love him more than I love you?"

Daniel nodded his head at her: "Yes. Of course. I would not want it any other way. I do not mind being number two. I love you, respect you, and want to keep you happy. I promise never to make you cry and I will always protect you for the rest of my life. I love you Kayla."

Kayla nodded her head wildly. "Yes. I'll marry you. I love you too baby." Her tears spilled from her eyes as he placed the ring on her finger. He got up and thanked me. Kayla jumped into my lap and showered me with thank you kisses. They both finished their coffee and left, hand in hand. After they left, is when I broke down and cried. My little girl, all grown up.

Kayla found work as a secretary for a parochial school. They both were saving money for the wedding and honeymoon when plans got put on hold a couple months later. Daniel was called to active duty to Afghanistan in the aftermath of September 11th. Despite Kayla's pleas, and my blessing, Daniel refused to get married by the judge. A few days before he left, him and I went to the firefighter's bar and we had the 'if anything happens' talk. Even though he won't be married to Kayla, he had her listed as the majority beneficiary, and the Army was going to tell me before his parents. He wanted to make sure I was present when they told them and could be there for Kayla if she happened to be with his parents at the time. I was working the day he left, but he did come to the station to say good-bye. We both saluted each other and Kayla broke down when we did. I gave him a hug and whispered to him.

"Stay safe son. My little girl needs you to come home alive and in one piece."

"I will sir." He whispered back to me. 

Bridgette handed him a box full of little snacks and things from home. "Your first care package..." She said to him. "...from of all of us here at house 14."

Wedding plans started in motion again when Daniel was half-way through his deployment. When we were informed he would be home, they were solidified for a March wedding. A jittery Kayla drove all of us nuts with her increasing excitement as his arrival day was approaching. Daniel and I had exchanged email on a normal basis, and we both had a surprise for Kayla. She believed she was going with his parents to pick him up from the airport. But instead, she would be at work and I would be taking him to her after his welcome home from his family. 

The day after Daniel's actual arrival, which was a full week before Kayla knew it was—myself and a very surprised Corinne, welcomed him home. Unnoticeable to me at the time, he asked Corinne how much weight she lost while he was gone. After she joked with him to stop hitting on her, I did notice she had lost maybe twenty pounds. After letting Corinne in on 'Operation Surprise Kayla' she called in late to work because she just couldn't miss the look on Kayla's face when she saw him. Just before we left, Katrina came through the door with her law books in her hand. The second she seen him, she dropped her books and gave him a big hug. Katrina brought tears to my eyes as she quietly sobbed against him and told him she was happy he was home. If Kayla was going to have Katrina's type of reaction, I knew I was going to lose it. Katrina begged us to take her along, and we did. She sat in the back seat with him and held his hand the whole time while babbling on about law school. Besides more recently toward me as her and I started doing more things together, it was the first time I seen Katrina show affection toward any man other than my father; a fact that will elude me for a couple more years.

As we arrived at the school Kayla worked at, I phoned the principal to make sure Kayla was occupied and not able to see us coming in through the door. Mrs. Rahjes- the principal- gleefully told me Kayla was sorting files and would never know we arrived. When we got there, Mrs. Rahjes led all of us to the room Kayla was in. She was sitting in a chair with her back to us putting the files in order. Daniel lightly put his shaking hand on her shoulder as Mrs. Rahjes gently said her name. Kayla turned to look. Priceless is the only word I can use to describe. The surprised look on her face lasted all of ten seconds. She bolted out of her chair, knocking it out of the way before she bowled him over. Corinne put her arm around me laughing and crying, and so did Katrina.

Under the possibility of Daniel being called up again before the wedding, his parents along with Corinne and I, held our breath in hopes it wouldn't happen. The week of, Corinne would use a week of her vacation and spent most of it sick. She refused to see a doctor however, and promised me again she would go after the wedding. The day of, I could tell something was not right with her, but she still put on a smile and trudged through the day. Kayla's wedding was huge with seven couples standing up, and around 450 invited for dinner. Surprising to me, Ken was best man, and Katrina was maid of honor. Ten minutes before the ceremony was to start, a panicked Corinne pulled me to the back of the church.

"Kayla wants to see you." Corinne told me in a hushed and quick tone.

"Right now?" I said looking at my watch. "What the hell?"

"I know I know. I asked her about it too." Corinne nervously responded. "She said she wasn't coming out until she could have a few minutes alone with you."

"For the love of Pete." I said as I threw my hands up. "What's her problem?" as I checked my watch again.

"I don't know." Corinne said as she pushed me toward the bride dressing room. "She wants to see her daddy. I hope it's not for a cup of coffee." She huffed. I made my way to Kayla's dressing room. I knocked gently on the door and she opened it. Her face lit up in a big smile when she seen me standing there and she pulled me into the room.

"Daddy." Kayla said as she embraced me in a hug. "I love you so much."

"Turtle Dove..." I softly said to her returning her hug. "...you do realize in a few minutes a lot of people expect to see you walk down that aisle right?" Kayla nodded her head against me. "What is so important that you needed to see me right now, this instant, and it just couldn't wait until later?" I gently pushed her away from me so she was at arm's length.

"I just wanted to say..." Kayla softly said. "...thank you for being my dad. I still love you more than anything in this world." I gave her the eyebrow just knowing there was more to the story. "You were right dad. I would find a guy who would make me feel special, more special than you." I gave her the eyebrow again with the keep going motion. I knew there was more. "Sorry. I just wanted to tell you that. I love you dad. Plus I wanted to just be alone for a few minutes with my daddy on the most special day of my life. It's all spotlight from here on out... and I needed to just be your little girl for a few minutes."

I hugged her again. "Don't be sorry Kayla. No need to be sorry. I will always love you, no matter what. You look very beautiful in your wedding dress, but you will always be beautiful to me. I love you Turtle Dove." I held her for another minute in silence. "You ready?" she nodded her head, and we left the room together. 

It seemed to take forever in a minute to walk down the aisle with her. Her face was glowing, her hand in the crook of my elbow. As we approached Daniel in his full military dress uniform, her grip on me became lighter with each step until we stopped. She gave my arm one last squeeze before a kiss on the cheek, and a whisper of "I love you dad," her hand slipped from my elbow, into the elbow of her husband to be. After telling the priest I willingly give this woman to be married to this man, I sat down. Throughout the ceremony, her childhood flashed before my eyes. All those 'daddy watch me' moments. The one-on-one games of basketball in the driveway playing fire truck instead of horse. How much she hated me when I let go of her on her bike and she fell scraping her knee; her copying and stealing Corinne's Tigger happy jump when she was little and I came home from work; her first day of school when I had to pry her off my leg; her first time sitting in the driver seat of the fire truck by herself; First communion; graduation from high school; prom night when I secretly stayed awake waiting for her to come home. My little girl was all grown up.

During the dinner, her friends thought it would be better if people told a funny memory of Kayla or Daniel instead of clinking glasses if we wanted them to kiss. When the microphone was put in my hand, I stood up and smiled at my little girl. She smiled back at me before she put her hand to her forehead and her face down just waiting for what I was going to say. 

"I can think of many funny memories I have of my daughter. At what age should I start? How many kisses can I make them do?" the crowd broke out in laughter, a whole lot of hoots, hollers and whistles, before I put my hand up in a quiet down gesture. I told the crowd: "I had them all flash in front of my eyes earlier today when she was standing at the altar." I looked at Kayla who now was looking at me with her hand over her mouth, her eyes smiling at me."But for today, they are going to remain mine. Sorry all. I'm not going to share them." I set the microphone down and sat back down. I got a rousing ovation from the crowd, Kayla and Dan still kissed, before she came over to kiss me on the cheek.

"Thank you dad..." Kayla whispered. "...for not embarrassing me. I love you." 

By the time the Grand March came around, I was feeling buzzed from the amount of beer I had. Corinne was feeling good too, even though I could tell something still wasn't right with her. She would affectionately rub me under the table with her hand or stocking foot depending where she was sitting at the time. If I was standing at the bar, I was getting an ass rubbed into my groin by either Corinne or Bridgette, who didn't bring a date. Bridgette's hand groped me once, and her suntan nylon foot from under the table once. It surprised me Bridgette was being so affectionate in that way in front of friends and family. During the Grand March, there was a song dedicated to the parents, so Corinne and I took the dance floor with Daniel's parents. I seen Kayla whisper into the DJ's ear, and he played Benny Goodman's In the Mood. Corinne and I started ballroom dancing and within seconds, Daniel's parents were too. After a standing ovation, we tangoed, complete with switching partners—and another standing ovation. Then came the daddy/daughter dance. A nod from Kayla, and Amy Grant's My Father's Eyes filled the room.

"Dance close and slow with me dad." Kayla softly said as she wrapped her arms around my back and put her head onto my chest. As we moved around the dance floor, I held my little girl tight. "I love you so much dad." She whispered. "I wouldn't want anybody else. I love being your daughter."

"I love you too Turtle Dove." I whispered back. In spite of myself, I started to become erect, and I purposely moved my hips back away from her to create some space between us so she wouldn't feel it. Why was this was happening now? She hasn't done anything to provoke it like she had so often many months before. The memory of my first orgasm with Corinne while we were dancing at a wedding flashed through my head. I could not let it happen again here and now, and especially with Kayla. 

"Oh no you don't." Kayla whispered as she moved back into me. "You're not getting out of this dance with me dad. It wouldn't look good. Not to mention I would be embarrassed, and very pissed off at you." She ended with a soft giggle. When Kayla moved back into me, my erection was at half-mast. What kind of father gets an erection dancing with his daughter on her wedding day? I realized she could probably feel it rubbing against her thigh as we moved. Again I tried to put a little space between us as I was now at full mast. 




My Daughter's Feet Ch. 11



"I wouldn't want my little girl mad at me." I chuckled at her thinking of past Super Bowl scores so my erection would go away. It didn't work. My full blown erection was now pressing into her thigh.

"Well then..." Kayla sighed as she moved with me."Keep dancing with me or—"

"Crap." I muttered to myself as Kayla's half closed eyes when we were dancing flew wide open and looked down at the tent in my pants. She snapped her head back up to look at me, total surprise on her face. 

"Oh my God dad." Kayla slowly and softly said so nobody else could hear her. "Is that you?" I felt my face flush and beads of sweat break out on my forehead. She quickly looked down again, then back up to me. "I never knew you were so big dad. Holy shit. No wonder mom smiles for days after you guys have sex."

I tried to move away from her again, but Kayla moved with me. "I'm so sorry Kayla. I didn't mean for this to happen." I couldn't look at her. I was embarrassed. Even though I didn't want her to see or feel it, her moving with me and pressing into it, did block the view of everybody watching us from seeing it.

"Dad." She softly said. I couldn't look at her. "Dad...Daddy look at me." I finally did. A big smile was on her face and it glowed. "There is no need for you to be sorry or embarrassed. I've felt it once before, I'm enjoying feeling it again. I'll help you. We need to get you off the dance floor and sitting down before everyone else sees." I nodded my head at her. "Or I can just make you cum in your pants so it goes away." She looked down at it again quick, and moved her groin back and forth against it. "Holy mother fucken shit dad. You're hung like a horse." She whispered and giggled. "Or should I say standing up like a flagpole?" She moved her arms to around my neck, took another quick look down then back at me. "Good to know I can still make you hard for me. Been a long time since that happened I bet." She giggled again. "And you haven't even seen my feet today. I'm wearing blue stockings too. You know— something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. What do ya say after our dance you and I go make out for a little bit?" She laughed. "Kiss my feet while I give you a handjob dad? Or the panty-pop offer is still good too." She laughed again and smiled. "Whatever you want dad. Just let me play with your big cock for a few minutes. I'll never tell a soul."

My face still red, trying to keep a sense of decency, I danced her toward the table Corinne and Bridgette were sitting at. "Let's just dance over this way shall we?" I said to her.

"Whatever you say dad." Kayla breathily replied. Her heels she was wearing made her tall enough to line her slit up with my shaft. As I danced her toward the table trying to look inconspicuous, I knew I was dry humping her. "Holy shit." She breathed. "I'm fucking my daddy's big cock through my wedding dress."

"Settle down Kayla." I growled into her ear. "We have to time this right so we can sit down without looking suspicious." 

"Dad..." Kayla's eyelashes began to flutter. "...don't stop. Please don't stop." I had to think of something quick. I couldn't have her chipmunk squealing on the dance floor. "I'm dry fucking my daddy...the man I love the most...and on my wedding day." She softly said and held onto me tighter. "Please let me cum dad." 

I looked at her face which was flushed, and realized she wasn't going to make it. She was humping herself harder into me, amazingly in time to the music. "Kayla...are you going to make it?"

"No." She grunted. "I'm going to cum."

"No tongue." I whispered to her.

"What?" Kayla breathily responded as the music stopped playing. I leaned her backward at the waist and kissed her. The added pressure sent her over the edge. She wrapped one leg behind mine tightly as her signature chipmunk squeal fell against my lips. I heard the audience clap, and hoped it wasn't because they all knew what just happened. I was praying it looked like I was dipping my daughter, my dance partner, and giving her a kiss. As I stood her back up she dropped her leg, opened her glowing green eyes and gave me her daddy smile. I quickly looked away from her and sat down holding my hand in front of my pants. Bridgette had a suspicious type look on her face, and Corinne had the knowing look. Kayla kissed me on my cheek. "Thanks daddy. I owe you one."

After Kayla walked away with her face glowing, and the music starting for the remaining games of the wedding party, Corinne asked: "Are you...?" her voice trailed off and she nodded her head in the direction of my groin. Bridgette heard, and put her hand to her forehead. I looked at Corinne and quickly nodded once. "You got to be shitting me Brady." Corinne practically hissed at me. "What the fu—" she tightened her lips. "--never mind." She got up and walked away from the table. Bridgette's look was replaced by a smile.

"I think it's funny." Bridgette smirked at me.

"Haha. Very funny." I replied. My erection was gone. "I'm fine now, gonna have to go adjust."

Bridgette laughed. "Need any help?"

"No." I said as I got up. 

A few hours later, Corinne sat and I stood at the bar. Her shoeless foot was against the back of my leg. She hasn't said anything to me since the dance with Kayla. Not that I tried to distance myself from her, but I have had many drinks with friends, Daniel's father, and a couple with Bridgette who felt me up. So I can say I was just being social. Corinne on the other hand, has not been feeling well. Our dance and the tango on top of it, wiped her out. Standing at the bar talking to my aide Sylvester and my favorite paramedic Diane, who I nicknamed Cough Drop many years ago when she was a candidate and I was training her on the ambulance, a pair of hands ran up my back, over my shoulder and clutched my chest. At first I thought it was Corinne as she pulled me back toward her to nuzzle into my back. 

"Daddy come dance with me now." Said Katrina into my back. Stunned, I looked over my shoulder and saw the fiery red hair of my youngest daughter. She looked up at me with a smile on her face. "Pwetty pwease?" 

"And just how much did you have to drink?" I laughed at her as I turned putting my arm around her tiny waist.

"Not much." Katrina giggled. "But I wanna dance with you befowe I faw asweep." When she was young, Katrina had a speech impairment and couldn't say her R's or L's. I used to affectionately call her Elmer until Corinne told me she was very hurt when I would call her that. Since she demanded everyone call her Trina, I called her Treen. Every now and then the impairment would return. Especially if she was tired and struggling to stay awake. I set my drink on the bar already knowing it was going to be lost when I returned. I don't think I had the same glass twice tonight.

"Well come on then." I said as I kissed her on the top of her fiery red hair. I turned back to Syl and Cough Drop as I walked away. "Excuse me guys, my other beautiful daughter wants to dance with me." Katrina led me onto the dance floor just as the Grand Funk Railroad ended and the Electric Slide started. I laughed and tried to pull away. "I can't dance to this Treen. I don't know how to do it."

"Awe c'mon dad." Katrina pleaded and pulled me with both hands. "I'w teach you." I stood in the line and watched her as she smiled and laughed at me. "See? It's easy. C'mon you twy." Before I knew it, I was doing the Electric Slide. Laughing, I had Katrina on my right gently holding my hand guiding me, and Kayla, who made her way through the crowd, on my left encouraging me on. Ken and his girlfriend Stephanie started a "go dad" chant from behind me, and Dan started sliding on Kayla's left. Looking around, Dan's parents started sliding two rows up, and Corinne sat in her chair with her legs crossed smiling at me, while Bridgette slided in her seat next to her. This must have been the extended version as we went on sliding forever. Or so it seemed. When the slide finally ended, and I checked my carotid, Corinne and Bridgette ran out and sandwiched me between them for some Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'. Although Corinne did the touching and the squeezing while Bridgette restrained herself, Katrina looked upset that she got cut in on, and danced by herself while lip syncing. When that ended, 'Late in the Evening' started. I kissed Corinne and told her I had to dance this one with Katrina. Katrina was trying to get off the dance floor when I grabbed her.

"Uh-uh Elmer." I said as I grabbed her arm. "You started this, you're going to finish."

"Dad!" Katrina gasped as she turned in to dance with me. "I can't bewieve you just cawed me that! That wasn't nice you know!"

I pulled her close to me and chucked into her fiery red hair. "I mean that in the most loving way. I love you Katrina. Very much. Always have. I hope you knew that."

"I did." Katrina giggled and snuggled into me. "I'm sowwy dad fow being such a witch to you aw them yeaws. Do you weawy think I'm beautifuw?" 

"All is forgiven..."I chuckled and kissed her hair. "Of course I think you're beautiful...Elmer."

Katrina lightly slapped my chest with her hand, then snuggled back into me. "One mowe time cawing me that dad, and you wiw wegwet it."She giggled. "I wiw become a witch again." I danced with her into the next song which was a much slower tempo. I didn't recognize it.

"We can stop dancing if you want Treen." I whispered to her.

"I don't want to." Katrina whispered back. "I just wanna snuggwe dance with my dad wight now." She turned her head upward to me so her big brown eyes, just like her mother's were smiling at me. "You can caw me Ewmew dad." She softly giggled. "If that's youw pet name fow me, you can caw me that. As wong as nobody ewse finds out." She kissed my cheek. "I wuv you dad. Mom is smiwing at us. Must be because aw the time we have spent togethew watewy...and now dancing."I still held onto her not believing what she was saying to me. My almost estranged daughter was telling me I can call her Elmer again. Worse, my erection was coming back, rising in my pants against my nineteen year old daughter and she grinded lightly against it. "Kaywa isn't good at keeping secwets you know."

"What?" I stuttered.

"Kaywa..."Katrina began and looked at me. "...she hasn't pewsonawy towd me, but I wouwd keep bettew secwets than hew. It wouwdn't wook so obvious. " She kissed me on my cheek again then whispered in my ear. "I'm weawing nywons daddy, in case you haven't noticed." My cock flexed as she said that. She giggled. "Youw wienew just fwexed against my weg. I noticed you have a nywon foot fetish. Mostwy fow mom and Kaywa's nywon feet..." She smiled at me through half closed eyes. "...maybe fow Aunt Bwidgette's too. But now I know fow suwe. You do, and fow mine too." I couldn't say anything. She had me surprised and my erection proved her right. "Don't wook so suwpwised dad. Aw giws fwiwt with theiw daddy to see how boys weact. And you can see mine too whenevew you want dad. Nywons or bawe. Just ask." The song ended and she turned to lead me off the dance floor, walking close to me, rubbing her ass against it. I put my arm around the front of her stomach so nobody could see it. "I wike feewing it against me dad." She whispered. "Onwy youws though." She giggled and pried herself away from me as I stepped right in between Corinne's legs. Katrina walked away from us. Corinne felt my erection against her leg. She gasped and looked at me as she used her hand to cover it.

"For Trina too?" she aksed

"Sorry." I said as I sheepishly looked at her. "They both look as beautiful as their mother today." Corinne looked more surprised than angry. She gave my erection one of her affectionate squeezes.

"Such a horn dog you are." Corinne giggled. "It better stay in your pants though until I take it out to play with." She leaned forward on her chair and gave me her look complete with the forehead press. "I know I told you once before I don't mind as long as it only goes into me. Now I guess I have to be Kayla or Trina sometimes." She giggled again and kissed me.

An hour later, the party was winding down. The wedding party loaded the back of my truck with the gifts and leftover food. There was still some bar time left, so we went to the firefighters bar. Not everybody of course, but the wedding party, Dan's parents, and a few firefighters who were still able to stand. I sat on a stool in between Corinne and Bridgette and drank my beer. Both had their shoes on their feet bumping against my leg. Corinne got up to go to the bathroom and Bridgette turned to run her hand up my thigh.

"Damn." Bridgette said as she didn't find what she was looking for. "I was hoping you were wearing it toward me. Guess I sat down on the wrong side." She laughed. When the bar closed, we made our way to our vehicles. 

"I'm not feeling good Brad." Corinne finally said when I got into the car.

"You drunk?" I smiled at her.

"I would like to think so, but something is wrong. I didn't have that much to drink." She replied

"Well then maybe you should drive." I chuckled.

"No. I just want to go home." She sighed. "I'm sorry for getting mad at you earlier."

"Don't worry about it." I said as I pulled out into traffic. "We got another big day ahead of us tomorrow. You going to be okay?"

"I hope so." she sighed and held onto her stomach. "I feel like I'm going to throw up. And I'm so tired." She yawned. "We haven't ballroom or tango danced in a long time. It wore me out."

We made it home and Corinne went up to bed. I just started to unload all the stuff from the truck so it was in the house for the gift opening tomorrow, when Kayla and Dan showed up with Dan's parents to help unload. We stacked the presents in the living room and the leftover food on the kitchen table. Bridgette arrived and started putting the food into the refrigerator and arrange the living room so there would be room to sit. Afterward we all had one more drink together. All of us had bags under our eyes. Kayla, Dan and his parents left, Bridgette asked to stay in one of the empty bedrooms. She didn't want to drive home after drinking so much and then come back here in the morning. She went out to her car and brought in a duffel bag which had her change of clothes in them. I checked on Corinne and she was out like a light. Katrina was flopped face down on her bed still in her bridesmaid dress snoring lightly. I positioned her on her bed so she would be lying comfortable, and gave her a kiss on her forehead. After a stop in the bathroom, I slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and went to make sure the house was locked up. Bridgette was sitting on the loveseat in her nightgown, the only piece of furniture that didn't have presents on it. She was sitting sideways on her left leg. 

"One more." She said. "Then night-night time." Her nightgown was bunched up a little to show her garter strap attached to her suntan nylon stockings. She wasn't wearing shoes. She held up a drink she made for me.

"Bridge..." I chuckled and waved my finger at her. "...you are being so dangerous right now."

"I know." Bridgette giggled as I sat down next to her and took the drink from her hand. "Alcohol has that effect on me." She said as she raised her right leg to drape it over my right leg, and put her foot against my left thigh. We clinked glasses and my left hand ran down her stocking leg and rested on top of her nylon toes. She moved her foot and my hand instinctively rubbed it. "That feels nice. So relaxing." I didn't answer her, just looked at her foot I was rubbing in my hand. She put her chin on my shoulder. "Love you Brady." She whispered. 

"Love you too Bridge." I said as I moved her foot onto my growing erection. My sweat pants were tented out, and Bridgette lightly moved her foot back and forth against the tent. We silently sipped our drinks until Bridgette finished hers and set her glass on the floor. She reached over and palmed my erection above her foot. I sharply breathed in when she put her hand into my sweatpants, closed her fist around my erection and began to stroke me slowly.

"I got you baby brother. You can cum." Demi Moore whispered as she sped up her stroking hand. "You look like you need to cum on my foot." Her expert manipulation was definitely going to make me orgasm, I was powerless to stop it or pull away from her. I clenched my jaw to keep from crying out as she stroked, squeezed, and stroked again; I ejaculated on her nylon feet.

"That's it little brother." Demi whispered again. "Let it all out. I remember how much you used to cum. Get all your sperm on my feet little brother. I always loved stroking your sperm out of you. Keep cumming on my stocking feet little brother; I love how your sperm feels on them." She kept stroking me and talking through my orgasm like she used to do. The memories of my young, pretty, sexy sister sneaking into my room once or twice a week after mom and dad went to bed, stroking me to orgasm while whispering how much she loved me in my ear, filled my head. After I shot six ropes across the top of her foot, she opened her palm of her right hand. She wiggled her toes against my balls and I shot one more rope into her palm and up her arm. She giggled as she laid my cock on the top of her foot and gently rubbed the entire length with her hand until I was soft. Whispering to me and looking into my eyes, she said: "I'll always take care of you if Cory can't. I'll never say no to you. Just please take care of me, protect me and love me."

"I will. I love you Bridge." I sleepily responded.



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 12



February 2012: I sit in my chair watching a blank television screen while sipping on a Captain Morgan and Pepsi. The first three, I slammed. I just returned from the Vet after putting to sleep our seventeen year old Shetland Sheepdog. How do you gage if a year is going to be good or not? Every year since I was a child, I sang that stupid song on New Year's. You know the one. The one you sing then kiss everybody and wish them a happy and prosperous New Year. Bah humbug. In a few minutes, I will get up and refill my drink before I sit in front of a blank computer screen and start typing a story for all to read. The house is quiet. So quiet I bet you could hear a pin drop. If I had one, I would test the theory. Funny thing though, last year at this time, it was quiet in more of a hushed tone. Relatives and close friends were here. Corinne was upstairs sleeping. Kayla and Katrina were putting out food for all who was here. Ken and Dan were mingling in the crowd. Bridgette and I sat on the couch holding hands. We just buried our mother. How much can change in a year? Well let me tell you. Keep up with me now.

February 2011: Everyone here is munching on some kind of snack, or drinking some kind of drink. Well almost everyone. I'm not, nor is Corinne. In fact, Corinne hasn't been out of the bedroom since Kayla brought her home from her chemotherapy appointment four days ago. Tomorrow she will start to feel better, the next day she will get out of bed and do some work from home, the next day she will be fine, then the next day she will go to chemotherapy again, and knock her down for another week. While on vacation in Wisconsin three years ago, she collapsed. At the time I thought it was from heat exhaustion. When doctors told me they were flying her to University Hospital in Madison, I knew it wasn't from the heat. When I finally made it there, the doctors at UW-Hospital told me she had cancer. When I asked what kind they scratched their heads and said it was global. More tests had to be done. While there, Corinne admitted she never went to see a doctor. It will be discovered through many different types of tests Corinne started out with ovarian cancer which spread to her stomach and intestines. Now, cancer has overtaken her body. She has no hair from treatments, and you would swear she snacks on Black Cat firecrackers. They won't take her remaining teeth out, she would bleed to death. So it's better if she looks like a bald witch. On her good days, she will put on a wig to sit out on the deck. She doesn't smile anymore. We were at her chemo appointment four days ago when the assisted living staff called and said my mother died sometime during the night. 

My mother fell and broke her hip in August. Or should I say broke her hip and fell. She had hip surgery, and her health steadily declined from there. In November, Bridgette and I decided the assisted living was the best option for her. She lasted six months post-surgery. 

Bridgette has offered repeatedly to take care of me since Corinne can't. I have mostly used her for help and support. At my age, and going through all this, sex is really the furthest thing from your mind. It's no longer important. I don't know what I'd do without her today. We have become best friends. 

Kayla is still the secretary at the parochial school; got a degree in school administration; and her two sons Trevor and Trenton are in the fourth and first grade at the school she works at. Trent is making a get well soon card to his great-grandma. Trev is outside doing something. 

Dan has gone on two deployments to Afghanistan, and two to Iraq. He hasn't made major yet, and is seemingly stuck at captain. When he is home, he works as a security guard for a hospital. Within two months, he will be called up again. 

Ken is currently a Lieutenant in the United States Navy, assigned to a ship in the Mayport basin as the Chief Engineer. He married his longtime girlfriend Stephanie four years ago, and they have a daughter who is two, and currently needing a nap. 

Katrina got her Juris Doctorate, and was the assistant to the assistant district attorney for a year before she took her brains and degree for a corporate attorney position in Miami. Last year she made close to a quarter-million dollars. She lives with her life partner Meredith who she met in college. It took Corinne whapping me upside the head (literally) at Christmas five years ago after I said something stupid, for me to realize Katrina was a lesbian. I never would have guessed it otherwise. I just thought they were good friends living together in a studio apartment. Meredith specializes in civil law and is a strong supporter of same sex marriages. Both are pretty, but I could be biased toward Katrina. I think the term is lipstick lesbian. Neither of them looks nor dresses masculine.

In mid-March, I will take Corinne to her chemotherapy appointment. She had two good days this week, and up until fifteen minutes ago, it was going on number three...in a row too yet. She was chipper this morning and we enjoyed coffee together. Well, she drank water, but she made the coffee. She was even a little frisky, something I haven't seen in her in almost three years now. The closer we got to the clinic, the more subdued she became. By the time I pulled into the parking lot, her hands were folded in her lap, her head was hanging down, and a tear streaming down her cheek. I parked the car, turned it off and cupped my hand under her chin turning her head to look at me. I forced a smile at her.

"You ready?" I asked. Her seemingly hollow eye sockets stared me back, her sunken cheeks trembling. The eyes which always made me lost in them while they smiled and danced at me were gone. She forced a smile back and nodded her head. "I love you Cory." Her small smile wasn't forced this time. I got out of the car and walked around the back of it to her door. I opened it and gave her my hand to help her out. She sat with her head down, hands folded in her lap yet. "Cory?" I knelt down by her door and put my hand on her bony shoulder. "You ready?"

"No Brad." She said in a frail voice. "Please don't make me go in there."

"But..." I didn't want to argue with her, but I didn't know what to do. "...you have to."

"Please Brad." She turned her head. "I don't want to. I can't anymore."

"Cory...what are you saying?" I didn't understand.

"Please take me home Brad. Please." Her sobs went through her whole body. "I don't want to be sick for days anymore Brad. Please just take me home."

"I'll do anything for you Cory." I said to her. "If that's what you really want, then I'll do it." 

Corinne put her frail hand over mine on her shoulder. "That's what I really want Brad. I don't want to be sick anymore. I'd rather have another good day with you, and suffer the consequences later. Please take me home."

I smiled at her. "You got it babe. We're going home." As we left the parking lot, I called in to the clinic. "Corinne and I won't be in today. ...fine. ...don't worry about it. ...do what you have to do. ...cancel all future appointments as well. ...have a nice day." The further we drove from the clinic and the closer we got toward home, her face brightened and her happy mood returned. 

The next day while I was at work, I consulted with a doctor friend of mine and he referred me to a friend of his who specialized in holistic medicine. "He's a little off the cuff Brad, but I think you'll like him. He tells it like it is. No bull." I set up an appointment with him for the following week. After convincing Corinne she won't be sick after seeing him, she agreed to go. His staff was very friendly, helpful and knowledgeable. They ran a few tests and a couple hours later he came into the exam room.

"Well..." the doc said as he slapped his knee after he sat down on his stool. "No bullshit. You definitely got cancer. Bad too." I started to like this guy. No medical mumbo jumbo here. "Problem is: you waited way too long before you decided to do something about it. I don't think we can fix ya." Corinne put her head down. "Now you just hold on a gosh dang minute. I didn't say we weren't going to try. We aint gonna use any of that high tech baloney that has done nothing but made you miserable."

"What's the plan doc?" I asked him.

"Don't know son." He responded. "But I think we gonna audible in most of the plays."

I liked this guy. He had me reeling backward shaking my head in surprise. I knew instantly he was going to tell it like it is, not sugar coat it. And calling me son? Well, let's just say I had thirty years on this kid. I knew I had to reel him in a little.

"Okay. I don't mind your bedside manner, but you won't call me son again. We clear?" I leveled a stare at him. "You won't offend me, and you can speak freely, but you will respect my wife. Got it?"

He held his hands up. "Alright. Now we getting somewhere. I know where I stand with you" He put his hands back down. "Let me say it like this here. We gonna start out trying some different kind of shit to see how it's going to go down. I'm not saying it's going to put all or any the cancer in remission, but my goal is to improve her quality of life." He looked around her head to look at her face which she was still hanging down. "What you have left of it."

"How long do you think she has?" I asked

"Don't know" he shook his head. "But I didn't see any expiration date on Corinne either. Even after all those tests we ran. It isn't stamped on the bottom of her foot or across her forehead." He smiled. "I can say a week and you sue me because she lives for six months." He shrugged his shoulders. "Or vice versa." 

"Okay okay." I chuckled. "How are we going to improve her quality of life?"

"Well. ..." he rubbed his chin. "...Corinne aint gonna be sick no seven days a week from chemo anymore. Improvement there aint it? Maybe she can grow some hair back. That would be good too right? And maybe I can make her smile without embarrassment. I'm sure Corinne had a very pretty smile before all this shit started. Work for you?"

"Works for me." I grinned at him.

"Me too." Corinne said trying to hide her smile.

"I notice your eyes as well Corinne." He dropped his joking demeanor. "I may be young, but I can tell your husband loved looking into your eyes." He lifted her chin with his hand so she would look at him. "If I ask him, do you think he would tell me your eyes always danced at him?" I turned my head and looked at the wall. Hell yes I wanted her eyes back. I wanted those eyes with her look complete with the forehead press. "I'm going to try real hard so he can see them dance at him again. Okay?"      

 Corinne nodded. "Please doctor." Her meek voice spoke. "I would give up all I have to be able to give him the look he loves. The one that is only for him."

"Well then..." he slapped his knee again. "Let's get started shall we?"

Whatever he started giving Corinne, it worked. We went every week for continuing care. Within a month, Corinne started growing hair back. The toothpaste he gave her didn't make her teeth white, but it didn't look like she snacked on firecrackers either. There was a pep in her step, a little of her friskiness returned, and best of all she wasn't sick most of the week. We did try a few times to have intercourse, but she just wasn't able to. "We can work on that next." Our new doctor joked.

In April, Dan was called up again for deployment to Iraq. This time, he didn't have to, but if he did, the Army would promote him to major. The week he left, him and I sat at the firefighters bar and had the 'if anything happens' talk for the fifth time. It was always the same. I was told first so Kayla wouldn't be alone when they knocked on her door. We did a little bar hopping and ended up at a very seedy hole in the wall strip club. By this time, we were so far in the bag it didn't matter to us. All the two's looked liked tens. A few hours, a couple dollars at the strippers, and many drinks later Dan texted Kayla to give us a ride home. That went over like a fart in church. An hour later as we were going to stumble to the car, Kayla and Bridgette walked into the place. Since Dan and I were the only ones who had money, or who were willing to give it to the strippers, most of them who weren't dancing were standing around us. 

"Uh-oh Dan..." I said to him. "...We're in trouble. Hide!"

"Oh shit!" He responded.

We didn't hide too well. Kayla and Bridgette shooed away the strippers from around us. Bridgette picked my money off the bar and stuffed it down her shirt. Kayla slammed down the rest of our beers. I guess it was time to go. We all piled into Bridgette's car, and instead of taking us home, we went to another bar. It was then I realized this was a well planned and coordinated temptress attack. They both wore short skirts and tops that revealed a lot of cleavage. Both wore nylons, Bridgette suntan and Kayla black. Kayla wore the stripper heels I saw underneath her bed many years ago, very glossy cherry red lipstick, and her hair hung over her right eye. Bridgette almost looked the same except for the shoes. Bridgette wore very high glossy black closed toe heels. Bridgette and Kayla shoved us into a half-circle booth in the corner where the lighting was low sandwiching us between the two of them. When Dan got up and went to the bathroom, Bridgette put my hand between her legs. She was not wearing panties, and she was wet. Kayla lifted her leg onto the seat as Bridgette pulled my erect penis out. With a soft "daddy lookit" I noticed she wasn't wearing panties either and using the pink vibrator on herself. Bridgette sure knew how to use her hands, and when she told Kayla I was going to blow, Kayla took her shoe off and placed her foot on my thigh. "Cum on my feet daddy." Bridgette aimed my penis at it, and I did.

"Wake up sleepy head." Bridgette's voice was in my ear. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I was in Bridgette's apartment. How the hell did I get here? Bridgette laughed. "You passed out the second Kayla shut the car door." I was still trying to get my bearings. "I called Corinne and told her you were here sleeping it off. When you're ready, I'll take you home." I was still fully clothed. Bridgette wasn't wearing anything close to what I thought she was wearing. "Must've been a hell of a dream." She laughed at me. I looked down and my pants were still tented out.

"Bridge..." I said groggily. "...what the hell happened?"

"Kayla and I found you and Dan in something you guys call a stripper bar." Bridgette said lightly laughing at me. "You passed out in the car and I dragged your heavy ass here. You've been asleep about two hours now." I looked at my watch, and it wasn't even one-thirty in the morning. "I know." She said. "Sad. You were passed out long before bar time." She laughed at me again. "You're definitely not the partier you think you are."

"So why did you wake me up?" I said with a still groggy voice.

"Really Brady?" Bridgette gave me a funny look and laughed. "I'm trying to watch tv, and you're over here on the couch moaning and groaning. You were playing with yourself through your pants." She got up and sat on the end of the couch. She was wearing jeans and a sweater. Not the short skirt and revealing top I thought she had on. She crossed her left leg over her right. I instinctively looked. No shoes, but she was wearing the suntan nylons. "I had to stop you before you woke my neighbors with your moans and you spermed your pants." She shifted a little and my hand grasped her foot. She looked down at it for a minute then smiled at me. "Must've been a hell of a dream." She winked. "Was I in it?"

"Holy shit Bridge." I said as I put my arm over my eyes. "It was. And yes you were."

"Oh really." Bridgette said flatly as she leaned back against the arm of the couch. I brought her foot to my face and kissed her sole. Her foot smelled like shoe leather. "Was I any good?" she gently said as she placed her other foot on my left thigh. I nodded. "May I?" I nodded again, and her other foot began gently going up and down over my erect penis still in my pants. 

"Oh Bridge..." I gasped. "...that feels so good. Been a while since I felt that." She lightly laughed as I clumsily unbuttoned, unzipped and took out my erect penis for her. Her foot gently rubbed it again when it was out. A minute later, she stood up.

"Take your pants off Brad." Demi Moore huskily said. "Jack-off while you watch me." I did as I was told and she started a strip-tease for me. "If it's a stripper you want...I can be that for you." When she got down to her pantyhose, she ripped a hole in the crotch. She sat down on my lap and put my erect penis against her vagina. "May I Brad? Please? It's been so long." I kissed her and said yes against her lips. She lifted up on her knees and put me in her. She closed her eyes as she took me all the way to the hilt. For the first time in twenty some years, I was balls deep in my sister. The only other female I have ever had sex with. "Oh God Brad." Her voice quivered. She fell forward and began to bounce up and down. "It's been years since I had a cock in me." She growled into my ear. "Fuck me good little brother." After her second orgasm, I stood up and carried her to her bedroom. I laid her down on her bed, lifted her legs over my shoulders, and entered her again. As I slowly picked up speed, I put her stocking feet into my face and kissed and smelled them. As I felt my orgasm approaching, I lay on top of her and held her tightly to me. Her stocking legs locked behind my back, her feet bouncing against my ass spurring me on keeping me inside her. With a grunt, I ejaculated deep inside her as she cried out in her own orgasm. After we shared a cigarette, she performed Corinne's favorite activity. She masturbated me to orgasm while I kissed and smelled her nylon feet. After cleaning up, she put on a short skirt and heels to drive me back to my car. She fished my penis out as she drove giving me a lazy handjob until we got there. Demi asked me to fuck her again, and I entered her from behind over the hood of her car. We shared another cigarette before I gave her a goodnight kiss. I made it home and flopped down on the couch. I didn't want to disturb Corinne, plus I had a splitting headache from too much alcohol.

Corinne, Kayla, Bridgette, myself, and Dan's parents all stood at the airport at 3am to say good-bye to him. It was the end of April. Corinne was having up and down days, but she still wasn't as sick as she was with chemotherapy. When we got back home, Corinne went back to bed. A half-hour later, Bridgette and I made love in Kayla's old bedroom. As she always used to pull on me, Corinne came in just as I was finishing up and gently rubbed my back as I ejaculated inside Bridgette. Corinne was calling me her stallion. It startled me she was there and caught us fooling around, and I woke up with my erect penis in between Corinne's chicken legs. I was spooning my wife. She had a faint smile on her face, still sleeping, her hand underneath my penis full of my sperm. I need to stop dreaming like this.  

Corinne did grow some of her hair back, and while it wasn't the reddish brown it was before, nor a full head of hair, some grew and it was gray now. There was enough hair to style, and her hairdresser did the best she could with what she had. More importantly, the eyes I always got lost in as they smiled and danced at me returned. I thanked the good doctor profusely. While Bridgette kept me in line with my fire department affairs, I was able to finally go to work and not worry if Corinne would be okay or not. We tried to have intercourse again, but she still wasn't able to. She felt like a failure since I was raring to go, but she couldn't perform. I would lay with her in bed and snuggle with her until she would fall sleep. Just like always before she got sick, her hand would hold my penis against her leg. 




My Daughter's Feet Ch. 12



One morning in June, just after turnover, Bridgette told me she was going to hit the beach to soak up some sun tomorrow. She asked if Corinne and I would go along with her. It would be good for Corinne to get out once. I told her we would wait and see what kind of day Corinne would have. Unfortunately, it would be a bad day for Corinne. The first one she would have this month. When Bridgette called, I told her we won't be making it to the beach with her. After chatting with her for a few minutes, we hung up telling each other 'I love you' and 'see you tomorrow.' The next day, Bridgette didn't make it to work. I called her cell and her house phone repeatedly and got no answer. By the afternoon, I was starting to get worried. It wasn't like Bridgette, especially lately, to not have called me. I tried both her phone numbers again. No answer. An hour later, I was making my way to an ambulance call and help out, when I spotted her car in one of the beach parking lots. I quickly wheeled around and started to walk the beach. I found her beach towel, a dead radio, and her cell phone. Nobody saw Bridgette alive again. Since she didn't belong to any church, and we had nothing of her, we didn't even have a funeral. 

A new county executive was elected and the fire chief retired. Renee tossed my name into the ring to be the next fire chief. She was my secretary now. Battalion Chief Frazier was named the interim chief until a permanent replacement was to be appointed. In August, the county executive, a woman fifteen years older than me, who still had a nice pair of legs I noticed, sat in front of my desk at house 14. She was there to discuss my promotion to chief, when Renee came rushing in.

"Sorry to interrupt chief..." an out of breath overweight Renee said. "...Kayla is on the phone."

"What's wrong!" I bolted out of my chair and shouted into the phone at Kayla.

"Dad!" Kayla cried. "You need to come home! Mom can't breathe!"

"Be right there!" I slammed the phone down. "I havta...I gotta..." I was stumbling over my words while fishing for my keys.

"It's okay Brad." A calm county executive said. "I understand."

I ran out to my squad car still fumbling for the keys, when a big black hand reached in to grasp my hands. "I'll take you chief." I looked up at Sylvester, my aide. "Get in, I'll get you there." His calm deep voice assured me. I ran around the front of the car and got in.

"Light 'em up Syl." I shouted at him. When he pulled into my driveway, I was out of the car before it came to a complete stop. I ran in through the kitchen. "Kayla! Corinne!" I shouted.

"In here dad, hurry!" Kayla answered. I could hear the shallow labored breathing from Corinne when I took my first step into the kitchen. She was lying on the couch struggling to breathe. I picked her up from underneath her knees and behind her neck.

"I got you babe." My shaky voice tried to assure her, it wasn't doing much convincing for me. Sylvester opened the back door of the squad car and I darted into the back still carrying Corinne. He shut the door and ran to the driver door. "C'mon Syl let's move!" I shouted at him.

Sylvester wheeled out into the street and hit the siren. I knew he was talking into the radio because I heard his deep voice maybe an octave higher than normal, but my attention was entirely focused on Corinne. I looked up only when Sylvester came to a screeching stop, the front tire up and over the curb as he cut the siren. He jumped out and opened my door, before I noticed the ambulance, sirens wailing and air horns blasting, pull a U-turn and stop right behind us. The accompanying engine which is always sent with the ambulance for respiratory distress or cardiac calls, its Federal Q winding down, blocked the lane of traffic. 

I got out and carried her to the ambulance, her labored breathing much worse. Sylvester ran in front of me and opened the curbside door. My favorite paramedic Cough Drop was in the back going through the oxygen bag pulling out supplies. I set Corinne on the cot and started to bark orders. I didn't notice Diane had a student with her, and the student's eyes went wide as I shouted at him asking why the hell he wasn't doing what I was ordering.

"Chief!" Diane yelled at me as she gripped my upper arm. "She's my patient now! This is my ambulance! Not yours!"

Hours later, I sat at the side of Corinne's hospital bed holding her hand. Her breathing returned to somewhat normal. It wasn't labored anymore, but still shallow. She was resting. She had an IV bag hooked up to her, oxygen flowing through a non-rebreather mask at ten liters, the cardiac monitor, and her blood pressure was being taken every twenty minutes. I had already contacted Katrina who was currently on her way up from Miami with Meredith. Ken was the Command Duty Officer today, and after getting a hold of Stephanie to relay the message, he called. When he finally found somebody to relieve him, he called again and said he was on his way down. Both Katrina and Ken were going to meet at the house, where spouses and children would stay, then all three were going to come here. Corinne opened her eyes and turned her head toward me. 

"Hey babe." I said to her as I kissed her frail hand. "How do you feel?" She shook her head no. She reached up with her other hand and tried to take the oxygen mask off. "No no babe. You gotta keep that on so you can breathe easier." She again shook her head no and tried to take it off. "Okay. Let me help you." I took the mask off and she lightly smiled at me. 

"Drink." She whispered through a raspy voice. Well, she did have a endotracheal tube in there. Not caring about the rules, I poured some ice water in a Styrofoam cup, put a lid on and a straw through, and held it for her as she drank half of it. "Thank you" she mouthed. She closed her eyes again and fell back asleep. I put the oxygen mask next to her face so she would have some blow-by. I put my hands on my head and leaned back into the chair. Her hand dropping onto my leg jarred me awake. Her eyes were wide open, but they weren't dancing at me. She motioned for me to come closer to her and put her finger to her mouth. I put my ear close to her mouth and she hoarsely whispered. "Home. Please."

"You sure?" I whispered back to her. She nodded her head yes, and put her finger to her mouth again. I put my head back down and she reached up to hold the back of it.

"Don't....want....to....die..." I turned to look at her, but she patted the back of my head, signaling to stay. "...here...home...please." She finished. 

I choked back my tears before I sat up. "You got it babe. I'll get us a ride. Be right back." As I stepped out of the room, Diane was handing Sylvester a cup of coffee. "What are you guys doing here?" They both turned to look, Sylvester stood up.

"Orders Brad." Diane said. "Orders from the county executive. We are to get you whatever you need."

"Well." I chuckled. "I don't s'pose you have an ambulance waiting out front do you?"

"We can get you one if you really want one." Sylvester said.

"I do." I nodded my head. "I'm taking her home. She doesn't want to be here."

Diane went to get the reserve ambulance while I called home and gave them an update. Kayla was happy Corinne was being released, until I mentioned she wasn't, and she wouldn't be at home for long. When Diane came back, Sylvester and I went into the room and started to disconnect Corinne from the machines. A nurse came running in and yelled at us to stop. We couldn't do what we were doing without doctor's orders. We both ignored her. She went to call the police. I carried my wife to the elevator despite protests from the nurse's desk. As we reached the front door of the hospital, a sheriff's deputy arrived with his lights flashing and siren blaring. When he seen who was kidnapping a patient, he turned his flashing lights off, and helped guide me to the waiting ambulance.

All the children and grandchildren had time with Corinne. Katrina and Meredith arrived just as Ken was going up, and he let Katrina go before him. I was the last to go. As I walked into the bedroom, the baseball game was on the television, sound muted. Corinne smiled at me and shrugged her shoulders. I shook my head and went to turn it off. She hoarsely told me to leave it on. She patted the bed, and I laid down next to her. She snuggled into me and I pet her hair while we watched the game. During a commercial she asked me to announce the game for her. I put on my best Bob Uecker and started to play-by-play complete with a few jokes which would make her giggle lightly. In the top of the sixth, she whispered "I love you Brady. Forever." Bob Uecker made a little joke of it before he answered the guy loves her too and kissed the top of her head as she giggled. It was the bottom of the sixth with two outs and a runner on first, 2-0 was the count. She coughed gagged and wheezed as the pitcher checked the runner, she began to seize as he wound up, and her body went rigid as the batter sent the ball foul to some smiling kid in the left field bleachers behind third base. Her body went limp, and Bob Uecker took a commercial break. I knew I didn't have to check for life. Mr. Uecker never came back from commercial. Instead, some guy who sounded a lot like me except you could obviously tell he was crying did the play-by-play for the remaining two and a third innings for her. I hope the network fired him. He was horrible. I gently finagled myself from underneath her so I wouldn't disturb her, just like I had done so many times throughout our thirty year marriage. I haven't slept in our bed since she died. I haven't touched any of her things, or given any of her clothes or jewelry away either. Her ankle bracelet is on the table by my chair when it's not in my pocket. I have to stop myself from yelling when somebody touches her things.

I will turn down the offer from the county executive, and Battalion Chief Frazier became the new fire chief. In September I was notified the forensics lab in Fort Lauderdale positively identified the body of a middle aged woman who washed up on shore back in June. Bridgette drowned, foul play wasn't suspected. I spread the remains of her ashes in Julington Creek where she liked to waterski and sunbathe topless on my boat. No ceremony or fanfare and I did it by myself with a couple beers. 

Strange things started to happen around the house. For example, I would be looking for my keys, swear I put them on the table, go look somewhere else, return and there they would be, in plain sight on the table. The same thing happened with shirts. If I was looking for a particular shirt, I would rummage through the dresser drawer or closet swearing I washed it. I would go down to the washer and dryer, not finding it there, but it would be lying on top of the other shirts in the drawer or be the first one hanging in the closet when I looked again. When I found whatever I was looking for, I would shake my head and mutter: "Dang it Cory, stop playin'." When she was really sick, I jokingly got her a small bell for her to ring and set it on the coffee table for when she would lie on the couch. "When you need me Madame, you just ring this bell and I will tend to your needs."I told her in my best English butler accent which made her laugh. She didn't laugh much those days. She never rang it. But as I'm sitting in my recliner and in between consciousness and dreamland, sometimes, the bell rings. "Stop playin' Cory. Trying to sleep here." I would sleepily mutter.

In November, it was my off day and when I was doing the breakfast dishes, I looked out the window and seen a government car pull up. Three men got out of it in full dress Army uniform, one of them carrying a bible. "Crap." I muttered to myself as I threw the dishrag into the sink. I met them at the kitchen door. As soon as they saw me standing there, they snapped to attention and saluted. One of them started the prefabricated speech I'm sure has been spoken to thousands of parents and spouses throughout the country.

"Stop." I held my hand up as the voice trailed off. "I'm not the one you're supposed to say it to." All three looked bewildered. "I'm the father of Major Erwin. I'm supposed to take you to his wife, my daughter, so she won't be alone when you tell her." After a little more explaining so they understood their orders, I got into the car with them and took them to the school Kayla worked at. On the way, I called Katrina and gave her the bad news. She and Meredith were going to take the next flight to Jacksonville. Ken was out to sea, and Stephanie would get word to him right away. Kayla was on the phone with her back turned and didn't see us come in. "Give me a minute guy's okay?"

"No problem sir." The ranking man said. I walked through the open office door, wondering to myself how I was going to tell Kayla. Mrs. Rahjes seen me enter through the window in her office, and gave me a smile and a wave. I tightened my lips, shook my head no and her smile slowly vanished. She got up from her desk, put her hand to her mouth, and slowly walked into the main office. Kayla put down the phone just as she came out of her office. 

"Mrs. Rahjes..." Kayla said to her. "...You okay?"

"Kayla." Mrs Rahjes softly said. "Your father is here." She pointed to me. 

"Dad?" Kayla said as she turned around with a big smile on her face. "What are you doing here?" I couldn't say it. I put my head down for a second before I looked at her again. "Dad?" I looked at the ceiling this time for a quick second. "Dad are you okay?" Kayla's smile slowly disappeared and she looked at me strangely.

"I'm sorry Kayla." I finally said.

"For what dad?" Kayla asked. I motioned with my eyes to the window. She put her hands to her mouth. "Dad...no." I moved in closer to her "Daddy please no." I caught her as she collapsed to the floor and held her as she cried heavily and repeated the 'daddy no' into my shoulder. From behind me I heard them snap to attention and salute.

"Mrs. Erwin. On behalf of a grateful nation, the President of the United States—"

It has been a long day. As word has spread about the death of a local soldier, friends have come by all day wishing Kayla condolences. The local media showed up too. Bad timing for them as Sylvester was here. "Get rid of them Uncle Syl." Kayla pleaded with him.

"Consider them gone Kayla." His deep voice assured her as he placed a kiss on her forehead, before his big black frame and voice went ghetto. "Uncle Syl got your back. They aint gonna mess with baby girl today uh-uh." He swiped his nose with his thumb. "Know what I'm sayin'? Bust some heads for you baby girl. Don't be getting all jiggy if you see some asses flyin' by the window. Know what I'm sayin'?" He lowered the volume of his voice. "Unless it's me. Better send your dad out if you see me flyin' by. Know what I'm sayin'?" It was the only time I heard Kayla laugh today. I don't know what Sylvester said to the media, but when I looked out the window thirty minutes later, they were gone. 

Now it was going on eleven thirty at night. We all sat around the kitchen table not saying anything to each other. Kayla sat on my left in her normal chair, Katrina across from me, Meredith to the left of Katrina, and Stephanie across from Kayla. Ken wasn't going to be able to get here until tomorrow when his ship would pull back into port. Tomorrow we would be going by Dan's parents and figure out the funeral arrangements. Kayla held a sleeping Trenton in her lap. Her eyes and nose were red and swollen from crying all day. I took the last swallow from my soda. "Dad I have something to tell you." Kayla quietly said. A minute later, she continued. "I'm pregnant." Which started her crying all over again, and she let Trenton slip from her lap. I was able to catch him before he bounced off the floor. Nobody else moved. "I didn't want Danny to know so he wouldn't worry about me. The only person who knew I was pregnant was mom. I had an ultrasound and it's going to be a girl." 

Even with the breaking news of Kayla's pregnancy, it was finally consensually agreed it was time to get some sleep. Meredith and Katrina, the only couple here, would sleep in the master bedroom, the boys in Katrina's room, Kayla in her room, and Stephanie in Ken's room. I of course stretched out in my recliner and stared at the wedding picture of Corinne and I on the wall. Like I did every night since she died. As I slipped from consciousness into dreamland, for the first time in two weeks, Corinne's bell rang. "I need you too right now Cory." I sleepily said.

I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn't wake myself up. I was sitting in the backseat of Corinne's Dodge Intrepid, in the middle, by myself. She traded this car for a Chrysler 300M four years ago. The Chrysler now sat in the garage on jacks with a car cover over it. Like most of Corinne's things, I couldn't part with it. Not yet anyway. Corinne was driving, and we were on our street. She was wearing a blue dress, but not the dress we buried her in. She saw me looking at her through the rear view mirror. She turned around to look at me. "There's my stallion! I love you so much Brady." She was as beautiful as she always was, long before cancer ravaged her body. In the passenger seat sat Bridgette. She was my young pretty sexy sister, wearing the last thing I seen her alive in. She turned to look at me as well. "Hey little brother! I miss you. Love you." Corinne reached over the seat and gave me her look, complete with the forehead press "We have a special surprise for you. We both love you." Bridgette put my arm in her lap and rubbed it. "It's in the house baby brother."Corinne expertly parked the intrepid in the garage still giving me her look; in the spot she always parked it. The Chrysler wasn't there. My Granada was parked sideways. I was lying in my chair. Corinne was on top of me riding me slowly like she ualways did when she was on top. I kissed her cheek. "Cory I love you." I mumbled into her red hair. She laughed. "I know. You always say that when I'm riding you." I held her close to me. "I miss you, love you, need you, and wish you were here with me right now."I said again into her fiery red hair. She sat up taking my entire length into her. "Awe that's sweet. I wuv you too dad. I'm hewe." Corinne's bell rang.

"Holy Mary Mother of God!" I said aloud as I kicked my legs and flailed my arms until I was sitting upright on the edge of my recliner. I was awake now. I looked around to see if I had woken anyone else up. The stairs was illuminated from the night light at the top, the kitchen from the light on the stove. The only sound in the house came from Corinne's most favorite innate object. The pendulum on the grandfather clock swung back and forth. I chuckled to myself as I put my head in my hands and rubbed my face. "Where the hell did that come from?" I got up out of the chair, looked at my watch, then the grandfather clock. They both were the same. "Why such a weird dream Cory?" I whispered to myself. "Bridge? Care to explain?" I got a glass of water and stood leaning against the doorway between the living room and kitchen staring at the grandfather clock. I again checked my watch, the grandfather clock, my watch, the clock on the stove, and the grandfather clock again. I guess it must really be two thirty-seven in the morning. I raised my glass of water to the grandfather clock. "Who the hell wound you?" I said out loud to it. Like most of Corinne's things, I haven't touched it since she died, and the clock stopped a week after.

I awoke to the doorbell. It was the local media wanting to talk to Kayla. I closed the door on them. It was six-thirty in the morning. I started to make a pot of coffee and checked my breakfast supplies. As the coffee was brewing, Stephanie came down in her bathrobe and a pair of slippers. 




My Daughter's Feet Ch. 12



"Morning Tomato." I said to her as she filled her coffee cup.

"Morning dad." She said in response and gave me a little peck on the cheek. "Ken is going to call the minute his ship gets in. Then I'll go get him." I nodded at her. Next to come down was Meredith. She had on a light purple short robe just above her knees and barefoot. She poured herself a cup of coffee, and returned our morning greeting. I checked her up and down. First time I had seen her in sleepwear. Nice set of legs I noted. No polish on her toenails. 

The doorbell rang again and I went to answer it. It was another news station and another closing of the door in their face. I should get Sylvester back here. It was almost seven in the morning. I glanced at the grandfather clock. The pendulum had stopped swinging at six minutes after three. I stared at it with a confused look on my face. Each attempt I made to move, I stopped and stared at it again. I was sure I didn't dream that. 

"What's the matter Mr. Baldwin? You okay?" Meredith's voice made me jump. It took me a minute to answer her. 

"Nothing." I said to the clock. "Nothing." I said again as I turned to look at her. I looked her up and down again. Her blue doe eyes reminded me of Bridgette. I had a brief flash of Meredith on her knees looking up at me with my penis in her mouth. I blinked several times and shook my head.

"You sure you're okay?" Meredith asked with a concerned look on her face.

"Yeah." I stuttered. "I'm fine Meredith. Didn't sleep well."  The smell of bacon filtered through my senses. My stomach grumbled. Meredith looked down at it then laughed.

"Sounds like somebody is ready for breakfast." She gently and quickly patted my stomach. She turned and I followed her back into the kitchen. Katrina was standing at the stove frying bacon. She wore a beige short robe. Her butt cheeks stuck out from the bottom of the robe. Barefoot, left foot on top of right foot, each toenail painted a different color. Her robe was open far enough to see the valley between her breasts.

"Morning daddy. Sleep well?" Katrina asked smiling at me. I set my mug on the counter and hugged her from behind, wrapping my arms around her stomach.

"Morning Elmer. I love you." I whispered to Katrina. I kissed her fiery red hair. She tilted her head, exposing her neck to me while her free hand held the back of my head against her as I kissed her just below her ear, one on her neck, and one more on the top of her shoulder. She arched her back and pushed her bare butt cheeks into me a little when I kissed her neck. My soft penis fit into her butt crack.

"Mmmm. Love you too dad." Katrina purred. "I need to come home more often if I get this type of response just for frying bacon." She gently wiggled and briefly slid her butt crack up and down against my penis. I let her go and picked up my coffee mug to refill it. She gave me her little smile and batted her eyelashes at me before she leaned in and gave me a return kiss on the cheek. Meredith and Stephanie both gave a little laugh.

"You need to teach Ken how to be more loving in the morning dad." Stephanie laughed. 

Trenton and Trevor entered the kitchen. Trevor sat in my chair and asked for a bowl of cereal. Trent crawled into Meredith's lap yawning and rubbing his eyes. The doorbell rang again and Stephanie got up and announced she would get rid of them this time. 

"Guess we need Uncle Syl back over here." Katrina laughed. 

"You can say that again." I laughed, she did. "Smart alec." I laughed at her. "I'll go wake up sleepy head." I said as I poured a fresh cup of coffee for Kayla. I gently knocked on Kayla's bedroom door before I opened it to peek in. She was still in bed, awake, looking at the ceiling. Her left leg below the knee was sticking out from the bed sheet, her bare sole facing me. The rest of her was covered and she was rubbing her stomach with both hands over the blankets. "Morning Turtle Dove." I softly said as I entered the room. "I brought you some coffee."

"Thanks dad." She softly answered still looking at the ceiling. She made no attempt to move and continued to rub her stomach. I stood there holding onto her cup of coffee. Her eyes were still red and puffy, her nose still red and raw, and she sniffled every now and then. Nothing was said between us, she never looked at me only the ceiling, she never moved, except her hands rubbing her stomach. I decided it was time to leave and went to place the coffee cup on the desk. "What am I going to do dad?" she finally said. "This doesn't work without Danny. This was going to be his last deployment. He promised me that." I pulled out the chair and sat down. She continued to talk still never looking at me, rubbing her stomach. I just sat and listened as she told me all about what they were going to do when Dan retired from the service. She babbled on about everything, including sex. Her hormones running wild being pregnant; a car she wanted to buy; a house she was looking at. What life is like being pregnant and horny with only her Battery Operated Boyfriend as a surrogate husband. She segued into things she told Corinne the night she died when it was her turn to spend time with her. My ears perked up when she mentioned Corinne said she could have the grandfather clock when I was ready to part with it. She stopped talking, continued to rub her stomach, and I gave her a few minutes in case she wanted to say more.

"Speaking of that, you didn't wind it very good." I said. For the first time, she looked at me and stopped rubbing her stomach.

"I haven't touched it. It needs to be dusted though." She looked back at the ceiling and went back to rubbing her stomach. "I know how you are about mom's things. I looked at it, yeah, noticed a layer of dust on it, but I wasn't going to touch it. I didn't want you yelling at me if you seen me." She sighed. "I definitely didn't need you yelling at me yesterday."

"Well who wound it then?" I asked her after a minute of silence.

Kayla shrugged her shoulders still looking at the ceiling. "I don't know." She paused for a moment. "I seen Trina look at it too, but I don't think she touched it either. It read the same time it always has since I noticed it stopped about a week after mom died. Six minutes after three." I closed my eyes and felt myself shake my head as if I had some kind of tic. "You okay dad?" I opened my eyes and blinked at her. She had a concerned look on her face.

"Yeah." I shortly said. "Didn't sleep well last night." I smiled at her. "You need to get up and get dressed. We have to go by Dan's parents today." I took her hand off her stomach and kissed it before I rubbed it with my hand. "Everything will be fine Kayla. You have to believe God needed Dan for some reason right now." I kissed and rubbed her hand again. "Congratulations on making me a grandpa again. Don't keep secrets like that from me next time." I chuckled. "We're all here to help you through this."

"Haha very funny dad." She gave a little smile. "There won't be a next time. I'm done having children. My due date is January 17th. I'm hoping for a new year's baby though."

I smiled and winked at her. "Good luck with that. Good Houdini trick hiding it from everyone. I'm sure Dan's parents will be surprised. We all need a little good news."

She laughed at me. "I had to tell you eventually. Otherwise you'd be taking me to the hospital and I'd be having a baby in the ambulance." I chuckled as she put a finger to her head. "Or have you seen that one already?" I laughed as I shook my head at her and gave her a kiss on her forehead "Kiss my baby bump for luck dad?"

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at her. "Sure. Why not. I could use a little luck." Kayla lifted the covers, swung her legs out, and sat up on the bed. She only had on black panties cut high on her thigh. Her breasts were bigger than I remember and the tan lines showed me how little of her breasts didn't get sun. Her nipples stuck out like pencil erasers from bright pink areolas. She opened her tanned legs slightly, gave me her daddy smile while rubbing her right hand over her baby bump, and motioned with a finger of her other hand for me to come closer. I got on my knees from the desk chair and moved between her legs. Her hands held the back of my head against her as I kissed her baby bump above her belly button. Her right leg came over my shoulder, the back of her knee resting on it, her lower leg across my back her heel against my spine. She guided my head lower, I kissed her belly button and she let out a small gasp. Still guiding me lower I kissed her exposed skin above her panties, before I turned my head and started to kiss the inside of her right thigh, all the way down her leg. I kissed behind her knee as her left hand went inside her panties, continued down until her foot was on my shoulder and I kissed her ankle.

"You better not stop dad." Kayla whispered and looked down at me with half-closed eyes. "A pregnant woman is very horny. I won't be held responsible for my actions if you continue." 

"We need to stop Kayla. I'm not going any further." I said to her as I put her foot down and got up from the floor. "When you're ready, come down for breakfast. Bacon is already cooking."

We spent the day at Dan's parents house. His father gave a brief statement to the media, and they left us alone for the rest of the day. Kayla, Katrina, Ken and I sat at their kitchen table with them and discussed the funeral arrangements. Meredith, Stephanie and the grandchildren watched a movie and played Wii in the other room. The army told Dan's father his company was ambushed, and he went down shooting. Kayla started crying again and held my hand as she leaned into and sobbed on my shoulder. Katrina wrapped her arms around my upper arm and sobbed into me as well. The good news of course, Kayla was pregnant. When Dan's parents smiled, hugged her, and talk of the baby shower began, I felt guilty for taking advantage of her emotional state this morning. Kayla wore socks and shoes today, and every now and then when her leg would start to shake, she placed her foot on top of mine until she calmed down.

Kayla stayed by Dan's parents. Tomorrow they were going to be visited by the Army to give them all the details of what happened and when his body will be returned to the United States. Trina and Meredith took the master bedroom again, Ken and Stephanie slept in his room. It was an early night, the house dark and quiet by ten-thirty. I stretched out in my recliner and stared at the wedding picture of Corinne and I on the wall. Like I did every night since she died. "You and Bridge going to visit me and explain what the heck that was all about last night?" I whispered to it. Corinne's bell didn't ring tonight as I fell asleep. No weird dream but I woke up anyway. It was one in the morning. The pendulum on the grandfather clock when I looked was still and silent. The clock still read six minutes after three. I heard somebody in the kitchen, so I went to investigate. Meredith was making two sandwiches.

"I'm sorry if I woke you Mr. Baldwin." Meredith said. "I'm starved."

"No, you didn't wake me." I said as I yawned. "I don't think I slept a full night since August." I looked her over. She was wearing the short light purple robe she was wearing this morning, socks on her feet. 

"Well I can understand why." She said as she handed me one of the sandwiches and hopped up on the counter. "Sleeping in that chair can't be good for you. I don't mind sleeping on the couch. You could sleep in your bed." I was chewing on a fabulous sandwich leaning against the counter looking down at the floor. She crossed her legs at the ankles and gently swung them back and forth.

"Nah." I said with a mouthful of sandwich. "You and Trina can have the bed. I'm used to the chair. It's kind of comfortable." I swallowed and took another bite. "Fabulous sandwich by the way." I shook the sandwich at her.

"Thank you Mr. Baldwin." She replied and gave me a little smile chewing on her own sandwich.

"I know..." I said before I swallowed. "...I've told you repeatedly to call me Brad." I took another bite of the fabulous sandwich.

"Well..." she said before she swallowed. "...I don't think you like me, Mr. Baldwin." She took another bite. "Since I'm a lesbian and with your daughter. You don't have any pet name for me."

"Don't be silly Meredith." I said as I finished the sandwich and reached into the fridge to grab a bottle of beer. I held one up, and she shook her head no. I popped the cap and took a swallow. "I like you. I wouldn't tell you to call me Brad otherwise. Just because you're lesbian...so what." I shrugged my shoulders and took another swallow of my beer. "I admit, it took me a while to figure it out but...I'm okay with it." She finished her sandwich and reached over lightly trailing her fingers along the back of my hand as she grasped the beer bottle.

"May I?" Meredith's big blue doe eyes looked at me as she smiled. "Just a swallow to wash the sandwich down." Her light touch and doe eyes had an effect on me. I simply nodded at her, and by the time she took a swallow and handed me the bottle back, I was fully erect in my sweatpants. They were tenting out obscenely. Her doe eyes, which never left mine, now looked down at it. "Wow." She softly said, her eyes looking up again. "Trina told me you were huge. I thought she was just bragging you up."

I stuttered at her for a couple seconds, but I couldn't move or cover my erection. "I'm sorry Meredith." Stuttering again: "I don't mean to offend you."

Meredith gave a light laugh. "It's okay Mr. Baldwin. You're definitely not offending me. Even lesbians like to see a hard cock every now and then instead of a fake one." She looked back down at it and gave it a little kick with her socked foot. "Trina told me you like feet." She reached down and took her sock off. Her doe eyes looking at me as she lightly trailed the back of her hand she had the sock in, up the length of my erection still in my sweatpants. It made me shudder. "Do you like mine?" I looked down at her bare foot. No toenail polish, but they looked clean. Her foot was a little wider than I would have expected a little bigger gap between her first and second toe. Her second and third toes were the same length, her fourth and fifth toe a little shorter than each other. She wiggled her toes, and I gave her a little nod. She gave a little laugh. "Trina said you would." She shifted on the counter and lightly placed my erection in between her first and second toe, her bare foot against my length through my sweatpants and held it there. "Elmer loves to kiss my feet and suck my toes when he fucks me. Trina loves to give me a footjob before I fuck her. I have never given a footjob, but sure wouldn't mind having you teach me. She attacked me after you put your cock in her ass crack this morning. She wasn't wearing panties you know." She removed her foot, put her sock back on and jumped down from the counter. "You should have a talk with her. She doesn't think you love her as much as you love Kayla."

"That's not true." I said, finally able to speak. "I have always loved her. I have always—"

Meredith held her hand up to stop me. "I know. You always tell her you love her. I have never seen you treat her like a red-headed step-child. I've only seen you treat her like a father would treat the daughter he loves. I wish my father would be more loving and understanding with me like you are with her. I understand there was a couple rocky years in there, and it wasn't all your fault. But..." she held her finger up. "...she sees how different you act with Kayla. Kayla always seems to be touching you, and you react." She looked down at my semi-erect penis then back at me. "Trina wants the same reaction that Kayla gets... the one I just got."

The tic in my head returned. "I don't understand." I shook my head again. "Why. Tell me why."

"She loves you." Meredith gave a little laugh. "You're the only man she loves. Well, besides Ken and Dan." She gave another little laugh. "Ken or Dan wouldn't stand a chance with her though. She'd treat 'em like all the other guys."

"What?" I shook my head again trying to process all this. "Other guys? Isn't she lesbian?"

"Bi." Meredith replied. "We both are." I had the tic again. "When the mood strikes us for some real cock, we go get it from the club. She is very cruel, heavy into cock and ball torture and orgasm denial. She loves to have a guy tied down, fucking him in the ass, then punch his balls and twist his cock just before he shoots his wad." I gasped and gave a little jump. It sounded that painful. "Or she punches his balls when his cock is in me."

I held up my hand. "Stop." Meredith gave a little laugh. "I don't need to know. Too painful to even hear about." Meredith's doe eyes bored into mine and she smiled. She looked down again and seen I was soft, my sweatpants back to normal. She gave a little smile. She held my face in between her perfectly manicured hands, and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Her doe eyes looked straight at me. "Kayla's wedding ring a bell?"Instantly, it popped into my head.

"I wike feewing it against me dad. She whispered. "Onwy youws though."      

"Wow. I guess I never really caught it." I said. "Never knew she was serious about it."

"That's okay." Meredith gave a laugh. "It took Mrs. Baldwin to slap you alongside the head for you to see she preferred women. I keep telling her if it has nothing to do with fires or people being hurt, you're a little naïve about things." She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Now you know. I better get back up to bed. We have a long day again tomorrow." She opened my sweatpants, put her hand in and gently held my soft penis. She looked down at it and gently squeezed me again. "Elmer wouldn't care if I seen or played with it, but Trina would be jealous if you came for me first. I better stop before I get too carried away." After taking her hand out, she started to leave the kitchen, stopped and turned. She gave me a little smile. "Talk to her. You might be...surprised...at what she tells you." 

"Meredith." I said and she stopped again to look at me. I looked at the floor for a minute. "Thanks." She politely nodded her head and turned away. "Meredith..." she looked at me again. "...Aren't you going to make her a sandwich since I ate hers?"

"Really Mr. Baldwin?" Meredith gave a little laugh and looked at the ceiling before her doe eyes settled back on me. "You really are naïve aren't you?" I held my hands up in a 'what' gesture. "I wasn't making a sandwich for her. Never said I was." She winked. "Goodnight dad."



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 13



The funeral procession which awaited Dan's return was nothing short of marvelous. The local VFW had arranged the whole thing. It was a surprise to see all the people who lined the streets to show their respects until his funeral ceremony at the high school gymnasium. Sheriff squad cars led the procession and our two ladder trucks held a huge American flag between their fully extended ladders when the motorcade slowly passed through the main intersection in town. Kayla no longer hid her pregnancy and looked radiant even in a totally black widow's outfit, periodically rubbing her stomach. Dan's final resting place will be in Arlington National Cemetery. 

Stephanie decided on her own, since there was so much tragedy in the family this year, everyone should come home for Christmas. I balked at first since Christmas Eve was my duty day, and I was secretly planning on taking a mini-retreat with my church group to solidify my decision of retiring or not. However, since everyone thought Stephanie had a great idea, I put my plans on hold and started to get into the Christmas spirit. Katrina and Meredith arrived on the 21st, and stopped in at the station to let me know they were here. They both were going to return to Miami on the second. Ken, Stephanie and their daughter Julie, and Kayla with Trenton and Trevor would be there on Christmas Eve. Dan's parents were going to stop in on Christmas day for Christmas cheer. When I got home the next morning, Katrina was making breakfast, coffee already made. She was fully dressed wearing jeans, shirt, socks and shoes. I gave her a kiss on her cheek.

"Morning Treen." I said into her fiery red hair as I placed a kiss on top of it. 

"Morning dad." She responded. "Have a cup of coffee and a seat. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." I poured myself a cup, looking at her out of the corner of my eye. She caught me. "What?" she smiled.

"Nothing." I said to her. I turned with my coffee mug in my hand and took a sip out of it while looking at her. She had that 'I just got laid' look on her face.

Katrina looked at me again and smiled. "What is it?" I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head at her. "Don't give me that look dad." She said as she pointed the spatula at me. "What's up with you?"

"Really it's nothing." I replied as I took another sip out of my coffee. "Just glad to see you and have you here. I haven't seen you since Dan's funeral." I gave her another kiss on her exposed cheek and took my seat at the table. "Where's Meredith this morning?"

"She's upstairs doing some work on the computer." Katrina replied while pushing around the scrambled eggs in the pan. "We took the master bedroom again. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not." I replied looking her over. "Put the bed to use."

"Dad!" Katrina gasped. "I can't believe you just said that!"

"That's not what I meant." I said laughing at her. "I don't sleep in it anymore. You two can sleep in the bed. I'm used to sleeping in the recliner."

"Oh. My bad." Katrina laughed as she put some scrambled eggs on a plate and brought it to me. "Duh. Where is my mind this morning?" she finished with a laugh setting the plate in front of me.

"Yeah Elmer." I slyly said deciding to spar with her a little. "Where is your mind this morning? Don't tell me you did more than sleep in it last night."

Katrina slowly turned her head at me while putting scrambled eggs on another plate. She gave me her little smile. "I wasn't Elmer last night dad." She winked. "Or this morning." She finished with a giggle. 

I fake gasped at her. "Didn't I just tell you not to tell me that?"

She laughed as she sat down with her plate. "I couldn't resist."

Katrina and I ate breakfast together after she explained Meredith didn't want any this morning. We talked about projects she was working on and what she planned on getting everyone for Christmas. "Don't tell Meredith..." she whispered to me. "...I'm getting her a wedding ring." I raised an eyebrow at her and stopped chewing on my breakfast sausage. "What!" She looked at me surprised. "It's illegal for us to marry, but I can still get her a ring." I forked the remaining eggs into my mouth. She dropped her fork on the plate and crossed her arms. "I love her dad. She makes me feel special." 

I finished chewing and swallowed. Katrina scowled at me. "I'm sorry Trina. I didn't mean to react like that. I'm just surprised. That's all. I know you love her. You both have been together a long time, and I've accepted her as more than just your friend. If she makes you happy, then I'm happy." I got up from my chair to take my empty plate to the sink. I leaned down to kiss her on her fiery red hair. "Honest. Make sure it's a very pretty ring." I kissed her again. "I love you no matter what, and I love her for making you feel special. You deserve it."

Katrina unfolded her arms and reached up to hug me around my neck. "Thank you dad." She whispered and placed a kiss on my cheek. "You have no idea how much it means to me that you love her too." She let me go and I took my plate to the sink. She reached around me and put her plate in the sink as well, then hugged me from behind. "Can you do me a small favor though dad?" I held her hands against my chest and leaned back into her.

"Of course Treen." I softly said. "How much do you need?"

"I don't need to borrow any money dad." She lightly laughed into my back. "Will you...please come up with a pet name for her? She doesn't think you like her because you don't have a pet name for her."  

I turned around to hug her and kissed her forehead. "She knows I like her." I chuckled. "We've talked."

"I know." Katrina sighed, glanced down at my crotch for a second, then back at me. "She told me everything." She gave me her little smile again. 

"Everything?" I asked her and Katrina nodded her head yes. "Even what we talked about?" She nodded her head yes again. 

"Dad." Katrina softly said as she reached up with her hand to touch my cheek. "Meredith can be very...promiscuous." She gave a little laugh. "I know...I'm in love with her because of it." She put her arms around my shoulders again and looked into my eyes with her mother's beautiful brown eyes. "It doesn't bother me what happened, or what was said over a sandwich in the kitchen. I found it quite... exciting." She quickly glanced down and back. "We're soul mates and don't keep secrets from the other. Just like you and mom." She gave me a soft kiss on my cheek. "I love you dad." She let me go, picked up her purse off the kitchen counter and slung it over her shoulder. "I'm going to go get some rib eyes for you to grill out for supper tonight. I'll be back in a little bit."

"Oh really." I flatly said to her. "And what makes you think I want to grill steak tonight?" I chuckled at her.

"Because you're my dad." Katrina gave me her little smile again. "And you love me." She laughed as she swayed her ass a little at me while walking out the kitchen door. 

I went upstairs to the bedroom to get a change of clothes and a shower. I lightly rapped on the bedroom door which was halfway open, and cautiously peeked around it. Meredith was on her cell phone, smiled and waved for me to come in. She was sitting on the bed in her pajamas, sitting on her right leg. Her left leg was fully extended and she was barefoot. Her pajamas look like silk pajamas, pink, with a top and pants. Her brown hair was up in a ponytail, and she wore large red framed glasses like the ones that were popular in the 80's. She continued to talk on the phone, talking to somebody at the firm her and Katrina work at. I motioned I was just getting some clothes. She smiled at me and nodded her head. I took my clothes and watched her wiggle her bare toes at me as I left the room. 

After my shower and a change of clothes, I went out to the garage to get all the boxes of Christmas decorations. I had the boxes stacked three high, and struggled a little bit to get them into the kitchen. As I set them down on the kitchen table, Meredith entered the kitchen. She was still in her pajamas wearing slippers.

"Good morning Mr. Baldwin." She sang as I placed the boxes down. "Oh my. Why didn't you ask for help?"

"Morning Meredith." I said to her. "Well...you were on the phone and Trina went to the store. No biggie. I got it. I have a few more boxes to get if you would hold the door for me."

"Of course Mr. Baldwin." Meredith responded and smiled at me. I went out to the garage to get the other three boxes. We sure had a lot of Christmas stuff. I don't remember putting up this much stuff. Then again, Corinne always put it up because I couldn't do it right. "Watch your step Mr. Baldwin." Meredith sang again as I came back into the kitchen. 

"Well." I said as I rubbed my back. "Guess I can start with making sure the lights work. That was always my job before Corinne would take over the decorating."   

Now it was Meredith's turn to tell me all about her exciting projects she was working on. She continued to rattle things off about her job, boss, co-workers, and a big sexual discrimination suit she took pro bono involving a mother vs. gay father for child custody. She was helping me untangle the jumbled mess of lights and I noticed out of the corner of my eye, she dangled her slipper off her toes. I made small comments while she was talking nothing for her to respond to, just to show her I was listening. I was too busy untangling the endless cords of lights and plugging them in, marking with tape which lights were burned out. It's not that I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying, just not paying close attention. She put down a string of lights in her lap and gave me a pleading look.

"Mr. Baldwin..." she lightly whined at me. "...you haven't heard a word I said have you."

"Don't be silly Meredith." I responded without looking at her continuing to untangle the string of lights. "I've been hanging on the edge of every word." I lightly chuckled.

"If you were, you would've answered with something different than 'sure' when I asked what I should get Kayla's boys for Christmas." Meredith responded.

"You were talking so fast Meredith..." I said with a slight smile on my face continuing to untangle the endless string of lights. "...I was catching up and didn't get that far yet." 

Meredith laughed at me. "Way to cover your ass, Mr. Baldwin." She lightly kicked me with her slippered foot.

Katrina returned with the steaks, and as I started to marinate them, her and Meredith started to put up most of the Christmas decorations. Meredith doubled as a bartender and was mixing some very strong Captain Morgan and Pepsi's. The both of them were joking about how Corinne would be so serious putting up the decorations. I found myself laughing a lot watching them and their goofy antics. I didn't notice right away, but Katrina and Meredith seemed to be a little more touchy feely with me. Whenever Katrina was near me, she would reach out and lightly touch my hand or rub my arm. Meredith always gave me a light peck on the cheek when she returned with a freshly made cocktail for me. As the day wore on, and we all became more inebriated, the impromptu party started to get out of hand. Both girls started showing affection toward each other, kissing and rubbing each other and making sexual innuendos between the two of them. Meredith was the first to take it further. While I was in the kitchen preparing the salad, she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"What the...." I jumped, a little surprised. Her right leg hooked around mine and she ground her crotch into me.

"Oh my goodness." Meredith growled. "Your daughter is making me soooo horny." She pulled me down to her a little and bit my earlobe. "Can I fondle your cock again before I pound her pussy?" she breathed into my ear and kissed me behind it. Until then, only Corinne knew where my weak spot was. She lowered her hand and began to stroke my cock through my shorts. The brashness of what she said, her warm breath against my ear, and the way she stroked me practically turned me to jelly. 

"Corinne, forgive me." I whispered. Meredith gave me another kiss on my cheek, followed by her little laugh as she stopped her handjob.

"Just foolin' ya Mr. Baldwin." Meredith let go of me and I turned to look at her. "I just figured it was time you were included in the little sex games her and I are playing today." Her manicured hand lightly patted the cheek she just kissed and she gave me one of her big smiles as she picked up my glass. "I won't make them so strong anymore we have to get a tree yet tonight." She looked down at my shorts tented out. "Better control that before somebody else sees it. " She giggled. I was still speechless as I tried to continue to slice the cucumber I was working on. She placed my refreshed drink on the counter next to me and I instinctively jutted my cheek out at her preparing for the light peck I had gotten every other time today. "Uh-uh." She whispered before she cupped my chin and turned my head toward her. Her doe eyes smiling at me as I accepted a lingering kiss on my lips. As she pulled away from me, and wiped the side of my mouth with her thumb, I noticed movement in her other arm. We both looked at the same time at the cucumber I was slicing. She was stroking the remaining part of the cucumber with her thumb and forefinger. We both started to laugh but she didn't stop stroking it. Looking back at me she raised an eyebrow. "Later? I will finish you off and milk your balls empty." I shook my head and again we laughed at each other. Katrina walked into the kitchen.

"What's so funny?" Katrina asked with a smile on her face.

"Ohhh...."Meredith drawled out. "I was just showing your dad how I stroke cock using a cucumber as a prop." The way she said it, just made me bust a gut and I couldn't help laughing again.

Katrina simply replied: "Weird." After another round of laughter from Meredith and I, she added: "Ok you two.....I think you both had enough." 

Meredith and Katrina went back to hanging Christmas decorations leaving me alone in the kitchen trying to concentrate with a few less brain cells on preparing the perfect salad.

"Hi dad." Kayla said as she put her arm on my shoulder and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"What the heck...."I started to say: "When did you get here?"

"My little sister texted me." Kayla laughed slightly at my reaction. "She told me I needed to get over here because you were grilling steaks tonight and apparently you're too drunk to get a tree."

I laughed at her. "Well. That explains why Trina bought the family pack."

Kayla took a seat at the kitchen table and removed her flats after taking a pair of slippers out of her ridiculously oversized purse. She continued to ramble on about Katrina's text message and how she was able to drop the boys off by Dan's parents for a little while so she could help Meredith and Katrina with the remaining decorations, and laying out a plan for obtaining the perfect tree for Christmas this year. I couldn't help but admire her suntan nylon toes, and begin to get a semi in my shorts so soon after my encounter with Meredith. Her pregnant belly was in the way of allowing her to put her slippers snugly on her feet.

"God! I am so sick of being pregnant." Kayla slightly whined. She looked down at her pregnant belly. "Aren't you ready to come out of there yet?" She said to it.

Kayla placed her foot on the floor and used it to snug her slipper on her foot before doing the same with the other. "Now now..." I said to her as I turned away so she wouldn't see my slight hardness. "What do you have? Less than a month? Not much further to go."

"Yeah I know." Kayla sighed. "I guess it wouldn't be so bad if Dan...." She trailed off. I turned to look at her and she wiped a stray tear off her cheek. "The last time I talked to him he was going to put in for leave so he could be home for Christmas." She wiped another tear. "I argued with him and told him to take leave in mid-January." Her hands fidgeted in her lap and her leg started to shake like it always did when she was upset or nervous.

"I understand." I softly said to her. "You wanted him to be home for when you gave birth."

"Yeah. Well. 'nuf of that." Kayla said as she stood up. "I better start helping with decorations before Trina thinks I'm ducking out of responsibilities." She gave me a little smile and hugged me the best she could with her pregnant belly in the way. "Thanks dad." She softly said. "I think I really need this today, getting out of the house and away from my rowdy boys for a little bit. Can I ask you for a small favor though?

"Sure." I answered her. "What time should I be available to watch my little grand-hellions." I laughed at her.

Kayla laughed back at me. "That's not what I was going to ask dad. It will take an hour of your time." She sweetly said. I need a replacement coach for tomorrow night. It's my last night of Lamaze class and my normal coach can't make it."

"No problem." I said as I kissed her forehead and let her go. "What time?"

"7." Kayla answered. "I'll pick you up at 630."

Katrina entered the kitchen. "Oh you are here." She said surprised. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show." 

"And miss out on dad grilling steak?" Kayla laughed. "Not a chance."

They both went into the other room, Katrina explaining to her what she needed Kayla to help with. I busied myself with getting the grill set up and setting the table, laughing to myself whenever I heard Katrina and Kayla fighting over which decorations had to go where. I propped myself against the doorway between the kitchen and living room watching my girls argue like they did when they were little. Both of them would end the current little spat they were having with; "you're so like mom." Meredith cut in only once by asking if that meant the other was so like me, which made them both groan. A laugh escaped me and Katrina looked at me sharply. "What are you laughing at father of mine?"

I put my hands up. "Nothing." I chuckled. "I'll be in here if anybody needs me." I laughed as I ducked back into the safety of the kitchen. 

Kayla and Katrina stopped their bickering for a little while when we all sat down to eat. After supper we went to find the perfect Christmas tree and the sibling bickering started again when Kayla and Katrina could not agree on a tree. After a little while I just picked one out and announced the family Christmas tree was found. The girls behaved themselves while trimming the tree and after I put the angel on the top, Kayla turned the lights off and we all basked in the glow of the tree. 

"Girls." I whispered, being careful not to ruin the moment. "Such a beautiful tree. Corinne would be proud. Thank you." Katrina placed her arm around me, Kayla held my hand, and Merdith draped her arms over me standing on her tip-toes to peer over my shoulder.

Meredith whispered back first. "Merry Christmas Mr. Baldwin." Then she lightly pecked my cheek.

"Merry Christmas dad." Katrina followed suit copying Meredith.

"Merry Christmas daddy." Kayla copied Meredith and Katrina. "It was so nice to see you laughing this afternoon."

"My strong drinks might have something to do with that." Meredith chimed in causing us all to laugh.

After the amazement wore off, Kayla left after reminding me of the Lamaze class. Meredith led Katrina up the steps to the bedroom they were sharing, and I settled in to my recliner. Holding Corinne's ankle bracelet and staring at the wedding picture of us on the wall like I did every night since she died, alcohol induced sleep finally found me.



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 14



Meredith sat on my lap slowly and casually stroking my penis against her left thigh. My hand fondled her left foot. She had on her light purple short robe with nothing on underneath it. Her breasts were covered but when she was on the upstroke, I could almost see her nipple. Every now and then she would stop stroking and wiggle her toes in my hand while giving me her big blue doe eyes. "You wanna see my pussy Mr. Baldwin?" I nodded yes and she opened her legs a little bit for me. I only get to see it for a second before she quickly closed her thighs trapping my penis in between them. She then just stroked the head lightly between her forefinger and thumb. "You gonna cum for me Mr. Baldwin?" My penis drooled pre-cum and she rubbed it back into my penis head. "I think you are Mr. Baldwin. In fact, I think you're gonna cum very soon." She opened her legs a little and began to stroke my entire shaft with just her forefinger and thumb putting pressure on the vein before she wrapped her hand around my penis. She gripped it tighter and began to stroke faster. She whispered in my ear: "I told you I would milk your balls empty. I meant it." She picked up the pace of her stroking. "Cum for me Mr. Baldwin." My hips bucked into her hand. "That's it. Don't hold back. Let it go. I want all of it." I grunted and tightened my grip on her foot. "That's it daddy. Hold onto my foot and cum." Just before I exploded she held the base of my cock tightly in her hand. I whimpered as she lightly laughed into my ear and denied me my orgasm which at this time I needed so badly. When the impending failed explosion died down, she put me against her wet pussy. "I need you in here." She whispered. "I want daddy's cock to impregnate me. Kiss me daddy." 

Those words jolted me awake. I was in my chair as usual, the house completely silent. The only thing really different was the hard-on the size of Florida I sported. And, to my surprise, I was jerking myself. I stared at the wedding picture of Corinne and I. I don't normally masturbate, but this dream had pushed me too far. Her eyes danced at me and I stroked myself faster. All the memories of Corinne taking care of me flooded into my brain, including her voice as her eyes danced at me, and her smile seemed to grow wider. Her voice in my head was keeping time with the swinging of the pendulum.

"That's it baby. Jack-off to me." 

I couldn't stop myself. I exploded all over my shirt. My ejaculation seemed like it went forever. My toes even curled and each stroke I was shouting her name in my head. Each stroke of my hand pulled out another stream. Each stream I could hear her new mantra.

"Yes baby. Cum for me. I'll take care of you. Trust me."

My orgasm eventually came to an end. I stared at her in her wedding dress remembering the nylon footjob she gave me at our wedding when she sat across from me as I was talking to Sylvester. The wedding picture on the wall was taken about 10 minutes later as my cum was still drying on her white nylons. Coming down from the orgasmic high and my breathing returning to normal, I tried to figure out when the last time was I had an orgasm so intense. I couldn't pinpoint a time since both Corinne and Bridgette died. In fact, Bridgette probably did the job for me the last time I came. I put my arm over my eyes, my hand still on my penis and chuckled to myself. I jerked it to my dead wife. Wanked; stroked; jacked; masturbated; played pocket pool; and how many other names were there? Couldn't I at least have thought of somebody alive? I looked over at the grandfather clock which was still. What the heck was up with that? I wondered to myself. 

"Wow Dad. " My head whipped around to find Katrina looking at me standing against the doorway which leads into the kitchen. She had on her beige short robe and holding onto a glass of water. Her mothers' brown eyes locked onto mine. I was horrified she caught me masturbating, yet I was unable to move a muscle. I couldn't speak either without it coming out as a high-pitched trumpet. "Been a while since I seen a man cum." She said before taking a sip of the water. "I usually don't let them. Remember? Meredith told you that." She strode across to me and sat down on the arm of the chair. Her fiery red hair covered her right eye, but her left eye remained locked onto mine. She brought her glass to her lips which had a coy smile and took another sip of the water. "But I do have to say..." she said as she put the glass onto her bare leg. "...you do have the biggest cock I've ever seen." I looked down briefly at my penis, my sperm still clinging to my hand. She looked down also and took her finger to swipe some of my ejaculate from my hand. She rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. "No, I don't like when my men decided they can cum whenever they want to. I prefer to be in control of their orgasms." She looked back at me with the coy smile still on her face. "But even I can tell you definitely needed to get rid of some sperm." She licked her lips quickly. "Such a big load dad, that can't be good for your prostrate." She giggled. "I'd tell you to put it away, but it looks like some cleaning up is necessary."

"Trina..." I gasped. "...please—"

"Please what dad?" Katrina chuckled. "Looks like the job is done. You don't need me to do anything for you." She chuckled again.

"I'm.....looking for the right words here...." I started to say. "You kinda caught me in a very embarassing situation."

"Psh." Katrina waved her hand at me. "All guys masturbate, even dads." She set her glass of water on the floor.

"Yeah but I never thought I would be caught, especially by my daughter." I said a little too hastily.

"Really dad." Katrina's gaze locked back onto mine. "Is that so?" I only nodded. Still looking at me, she used her finger to swipe a little more of my sperm from the back of my hand. "So who were you thinking of? Mom?" She studied the glob for a second. "Meredith?" She put her finger and thumb together. "Kayla?" She looked back at me. "Or me." She put her finger in her mouth and sucked my sperm off of it. "You taste good dad." She smiled. "I bet it would taste even better if it was still warm." With that, she bent over and took the head of my penis into her mouth. She ran her tongue back and forth underneath the head forcing me to let go of my penis and holding onto the arm of the chair from the intense pleasure. Once I removed my hand she took as much as she could into her mouth while wrapping her hand around the rest. She slid to the floor and got in between my legs, took her other hand and began to fondle my balls. She began to jack me, coupled with her suction and tongue movement, I was humping into her mouth. Corinne always gave me world-class head but either it had been so long since I had a blow job or Katrina was just that good, I felt myself on the edge of eruption in just a few minutes. 

I gasped at her. "Oh my God Katrina. What are you doing?"

She took me out of her mouth long enough to say: "Just let it go dad. Let me make you cum." She took me back into her mouth and doubled her efforts. I came. I came hard into my baby girls' mouth. She swallowed my load while looking at me through her left eye, since her right was still covered by her fiery red hair. She continued to hold me there letting me throb in her mouth for a few minutes while I came down from my orgasm. When I finished, she let me go and lovingly stoked my cock which was losing its hardness against her cheek.

"I was right." Katrina softly said. "You do taste better warm." 

"Katrina..." I just as softly said while regaining control of my breathing. "That was incredible. Thank you."

"No need to thank me dad." Katrina giggled. "Any one of us would've taken care of you. All you had to do was ask."

"What?" I asked with a little confusion in my voice

"Well dad..." Katrina started to say. "...let me tell you a little secret. There are two girls in this house right now who wants to fuck you. Another girl who doesn't live here, who is currently pregnant, also wants to fuck you. We all want to make sure you get the sexual release you need, the kind mom and Aunt Bridgette gave you." She chuckled as she turned around and lifted her foot into my lap. "You don't have to jack off dad, or whatever you want to call it." She put her toes against my soft penis and gently wiggled them against it. "All three of us are more than willing to do that for you." She removed her foot then stood up and leaned forward to kiss me on my forehead. "I'm not telling them what happened here. But just so you know, whenever you want, we will give you whatever you want. None of us want to be in any type of relationship with a man, but we wouldn't mind fooling around with, or teasing or even fucking a cock every now and then. Process that dad." She laughed. "See you in the morning." She got up off the floor and looked down at my soft penis against my thigh. "Better put him away..." She winked at me. "...at least until later." 

It did take me quite a while to process this new found information. After I cleaned myself up and stared at the wedding picture of Corinne and I on the wall, I started to fall back asleep. Corinne's words replaying over and over in my head. "I'll take care of you. Trust me." As I was falling asleep I could swear I seen her wink at me. As I passed from consciousness to dreamland, for the first time in about a month, Corinne's bell rang.



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 15



The next morning after retrieving my newspaper from the paper box, and so glad I gave the paperboy another gracious Christmas tip for delivery next year, I took my cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. After scanning the headlines, I turned the paper over and proceeded to read from back to front. I'm so predictable like that. Meredith came down first this morning and poured herself a cup of coffee. She had on her pink silk pajamas, hair in a pony tail and wearing socks.

"Morning Mr. Baldwin." Meredith sang cheerily as she took a sip from her coffee cup. "You look so cute with your cheater glasses." She laughed.

I looked at her over the top of my glasses. "Good morning Meredith..." I sighed. "...still can't call me Brad I see." I smiled at her.

"Well...ya see..." Meredith took a sip of her coffee. "There are a whole bunch of names I would like to call you." She smiled. "Lover...sugar daddy...or just plain dad. But you haven't given me permission to use any of those, and Brad just isn't on my list of names to call you." She finished with a laugh. "I'd like to stay and chat but I gotta get some computer work done." She left me after giving me a brief peck on my forehead. 

Katrina was next, already dressed. "Morning dad." She just as cheerily sang pouring a cup of coffee.

"Where you going all dressed up already?" I asked. Katrina took a seat on my left. 

"I want to get some last minute shopping done." She said as she took a sip. "But I got a minute to hang with you." She finished with a laugh after drawing out the word hang. "Is there something you need me to do for you today?" 

"Cheeky." I replied. "Very cheeky." We both had a laugh at that.

Katrina reached out and grasped my hand. "You okay with what happened last night dad?"

I nodded at her. "Surprisingly, I am." Katrina squeezed my hand tight but lovingly.

"So am I dad." Katrina quietly said. "So am I." She let my hand go. "Another secret dad..." She whispered. "...I'm glad I was the first to break the taboo. Don't be afraid now." She smiled at me. 

After she finished her coffee and left to do her remaining shopping, I went upstairs to get some fresh clothes before I took my morning shower. I had lots of things to do today including some last minute shopping myself. I knocked on the partially opened bedroom door before I peeked around it after hearing Meredith's voice. She wasn't responding to me, but talking on the phone. She peered over her shoulder at me and motioned for me to come in. She was lying in her stomach facing toward the headboard, her computer in front of her. She remained talking on her phone seemingly not paying attention to me or what I was doing. As I was getting my clothes for the day, she reached behind her and took both of her socks off. When I turned back around, she was scrunching and pointing her feet and toes at me while still talking on the phone. I took a minute and watched her foot play, it was that erotic. I slowly moved toward the bed and she turned her head to smile at me. I thought to myself, 'what the hell' and put my clothes on the bed then leant down to put my face into the soles of her feet. She audibly inhaled and quickly covered her surprise to who she was talking to. Her feet only had the smell of clean skin. I lifted my head after giving each sole a kiss, and lowered my shorts revealing my semi-erect penis. She still only smiled at me as I placed my penis in between her soles and moved them up and down against it. I was getting my first footjob in such a long time I almost lost control. When I became fully erect and Meredith started playing with herself a little, I stopped. She was hastily trying to hang up on whoever she was talking to, but instead I picked up my clothes and left the room. After my shower, being surprised she didn't barge in on me, I went downstairs to find her on the couch watching television. She smiled at me.

"You're such a tease Mr. Baldwin." She giggled. "But I do know someone who would be jealous if I made you cum before she did." She finished with a laugh. She obviously didn't know that had already happened. 

Later that night I sat in the kitchen waiting for Kayla to pick me up for her Lamaze class. Meredith and Katrina were both in the living room watching something on television. I had just come from there and both were sitting on the couch, already in sleepwear, in for the night. Both girls and I had made a quick joke about how comfortable they were and Katrina slyly stated they would be more comfortable with me between them. We all had a laugh at that even though Katrina gave me a sexy wink. A knock at the door before it opened, and Kayla walked in.

"Hi dad." Kayla cheerily said. "You ready to go?"

"Yup." I replied. Kayla was wearing black Capri style pants with suntan nylons and flats. Ivory colored top and a sweater vest. She was pulling her hair back into one of those scrunchy-type things into a pony tail. 

"I need a haircut and new style." She giggled as I watched her do her hair. 

"I'll take you to my barber on the way back." I laughed at her. "I'm sure he's still open and you can tell him you want a two and half all the way around."

"I don't think so dad." She laughed and stuck her tongue out at me. 

The act alone made me flashback to years ago when she mercilessly teased me for months when she was in between boyfriends. As she turned to walk out the door telling me what I should expect at her Lamaze class, I wickedly grinned to myself as I watched her ass jiggle in front of me. What was that she told me a while ago? A pregnant woman is very horny? My devious mind answered: Guess we are going to learn tonight! I got into her car and she drove to the place her class was at. On the way we chatted about mundane things while my mind was going a thousand miles an hour. Corinne used to work me up this much when she was putting on the 'tease play' which would make me think of nothing else but to have sex with her afterwards. Kayla wasn't really doing anything provoking, but after last nights' unexpected encounter with Katrina, sex was the only thing on my mind. I was able to keep myself under control for the time being. Once we got inside and the class began, my devious mind began to think of ways to tease Kayla and to keep her hanging there. There were some very pretty women in the class all with their husbands, and all had removed their shoes to comfort their swollen feet. Only Kayla had worn nylons, the rest were barefoot. I wasn't introduced as Kayla's dad, just as her replacement coach. I knew the instructor of the class however and she acknowledged me. At one point during the class I was behind Kayla with her sitting in between my legs. She backed herself right into my erection. She inhaled sharply and turned to look at me. I just smiled at her. Game on. When nobody was looking, I would casually rub across her swollen breasts making her shiver or gently rub her stomach making her rub into my erection. I did everything possible to heighten her arousal, and it seemed everything I did worked. After the class was over we walked hand in hand back to her car. I took her keys and opened the passenger door for her.

"Dad?" Kayla softly asked. "Are you...?"

"Shh turtle dove." I gently replied and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Just get in and we'll see what happens from there." I drove out of the parking lot and she took my hand and placed it on her stomach. I felt the baby kick.

"I'm sure it's the baby..." she giggled. "...but maybe some butterflies too."

I laughed at her. "Where should we go?" 

"My house." Kayla said quickly. "The boys are at their grandparents." I simply nodded at her and began to drive toward her house. I kept my hand on her stomach while she rubbed my arm. After our first stop light she lifted my hand to her breast and I began kneading it. She sighed and shuddered. "My breasts are so sensitive right now dad. You could make me orgasm and milk me at the same time."

"Milk you?" I laughed. "What are you, a cow?"

"Moo." Kayla replied with a laugh as she reached down to take her shoes off. I let go of her breast as she turned in her seat and placed one of her suntan nylon feet onto my erection in my pants. She slowly rubbed it up and down. "I've waited so long for this dad." She said. "I need this. Please don't deny me." 

"I won't Kayla." I replied as I unbuttoned my pants and took my cock out for her.

"Daddy!" Kayla gasped. "I'm finally seeing it! So big and hard for me!" I took her nylon foot and brought it to my nose to inhale the sweet/sour scent I remembered from long ago. Her lotion she uses present at well. She audibly inhaled and began to knead her own breasts as I put her foot against my erection and held it there. She gently rubbed her foot against me as she moaned. I pulled into her driveway. "Not yet dad." She gasped. "I'm almost there."

I took her foot off of me and gave it a kiss. "Let's take it to your room. Okay?" as quick as she could, she put her shoes back on. I laughed at her. "Settle down Kayla. There is nothing wrong with waiting a little while longer." She stopped what she was doing.

"Okay dad." She replied as she gave me her daddy smile. "I'm so ready for this. I need this." 

"I know turtle dove." I replied. "I think we both do." 

After putting myself away, I got out of the car and went around to open her door. I helped her out by her hand and we both entered the house together. No words were necessary as she kicked off her shoes and took me to her room. I watched her undress admiring her pregnant belly and unbelievably still slightly perky swollen breasts. She held me to them as I suckled at them a little, as she sighed and cooed. I unbuttoned her pants and she pushed them down herself showing me her thigh-high nylons. I gently pushed her to sit on the bed and proceed to lift her nyloned leg and kiss my way down it to her feet. I took down my pants and began to fist my erection while kissing her foot. Her other foot began to gently rub me while she laid back and lazily played with herself. I got up off the floor and asked her if she was ready. It took her a few seconds before she shook her head yes. I wiped her juice on my cock, placed it at her entrance, and slapped the head of my cock against her clit. She lifted her head and let out a squirt and her signature chipmunk squeal. I began to push into her. She was tight around my cock head. She started to howl like a dog and I put my hand to her mouth. I put her left leg over me opening her up and stuck my cock back into her going in as far as I could without hurting her. Her mouth was wide open, eyes screwed shut, and she stopped breathing in a silent scream. When I met resistance, I looked to see how far I was. Only the head and maybe an inch of the shaft was in her. She flooded my cock squirting again breathing through her chipmunk squeal. I rubbed her leg and foot with my hand gently, softly telling her to relax, trying to get her to uncurl her toes.

"I can't dad." She panted back at me. "You're too big for me. I can't believe how big you are."

I began moving my hips back and forth in and out of her, while rubbing her foot. Eventually her toes loosened up a little and my cock went further into her. She began squirming to get away from my cock, but it kept going a little further into her. I got my finger in between her toes and the ball of her foot. Pressing my cock into her a little further, I heard the chipmunk again as her pussy spasmed around my cock. She tried curling up into a fetal position and I moved right along with her, keeping my cock in her and sawing in and out through her orgasm. Her blond hair was matted to her head, her body a glistening sheen of sweat. As she started to come down from her orgasm, I adjusted my angle a little making her a chipmunk again. Now her body flexed and stretched through her orgasm forcing more of my cock into her. I held still while she inadvertently fucked herself on my cock. On her final stretch she wrestled her foot away from my hand becoming stiff as a board and she became a chipmunk again. Her body seemed suspended off the bed being held up by my cock as I remained still inside her. She flopped back to the bed as limp as a rag doll and panting as heavy as a dog who was outside in the heat too long.

"Please dad." She panted in between gulps of air: "No more. I can't take no more."

I flexed my cock inside her forcing her to claw the sheets. I continued flexing it and little no's escaped from her mouth each one getting a little higher in pitch until the sheet was bunched up in her hand, and she bit into the mattress releasing the chipmunk within yet again. I pulled out of her with a pop and an audible sigh of relief from her. Her ass and pussy pushed back into me searching out my cock. I got off the bed and slowly scooted around to the foot of her bed. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored.

"Oh God dad, I have never cum as many times or hard as I have like that, even when I'm playing with myself." She breathily said. "Nobody has ever done anything like that to me. I never imagined you were so big and so good in bed. I know why mom smiled for days after you guys made love. My pussy is throbbing right now. I don't think I can orgasm again for weeks. I surely won't be able to play with myself. " She laughed gently to herself, her soft feet flexing casually.

I reached out and grabbed both of her legs pulling her toward the end of the bed to me. She yelped in surprise with a smile on her face, but didn't open her eyes. "I'm sorry Kayla, were you talking?" I opened her legs wide from behind her knees and put the head of my cock into the opening of her abused pussy. She lifted her head off the bed, her eyes wide and mouth agape watching my cock enter her. "Did you think we were finished here?" I gently pushed further into her as her head rolled on her neck and her eyes went up into her brain. "I was merely pausing. I'm not done with you yet." Her head flopped back onto the bed, as I slowly moved in and out of her a little deeper on each stroke. I brought her feet to my face and began to kiss and smell them. Her sweet/sour odor was stronger than her lotion. After a few minutes, I put her feet over my shoulders and leaned down toward her face, her eyes still shut and her breathing through her nose. I gently kissed her lips and got no response. I kissed her again and she kissed me back. I pushed as far as I could into her and she responded by lifting her hips and putting her hand behind my head to keep me against her lips and began to French kiss me. I held still and flexed my cock making her jump and moan against my lips. Three more flexes and she went limp.

"Oh God daddy." She panted while I kept flexing. "I can't. I can't. Oh God daddy." And with a strong flex of my cock, the chipmunk returned. 

I kept flexing through her orgasm while whispering in her ear: "I love you Kayla. I love you so much." I stopped flexing for a minute to let her come down, before I started again. She started to mumble daddy and again the words became higher in tone with each one. I whispered again into her ear: "Dad loves his turtle very much." She squirted a little and the chipmunk escaped again. This time I stopped flexing and remained inside her until she came down. I began to pull out of her, thinking she had enough for one day.

"No dad." She whispered. "Stay still. I can't take anymore. I'm totally wiped out. Please dad, not again. Just let my pussy throb against your cock for a while." I looked between us and a good seven inches of my cock was out of her. 

"I thought you wanted to be my perfect little slut?" I softly asked. "Isn't that what you asked for all them years ago? "

Kayla locked her ankles behind my back and through clenched teeth she said: "Then give it to me dad. Give me all of it." To test her, I pushed back in just a little bit. "Ow dad. No. Stop. I can't." I pulled back slowly, breaking her ankle lock until I was all the way out. She held her breath the entire time until I was no longer in her then let it all out in a rush. I held her legs open by her ankles and gently covered her pussy opening with my heavy nut sack. My cock, still hard, stretched against her stomach, over the spot where her belly button piercing was, almost touching the bottom of her breast. Kayla lifted her head to look at it before taking her hand and tried to close her fist around the shaft. "How did mom get this all inside her?" she wondered aloud.

"Years of practice Kayla." I said. "Just remember that." I looked at her as she took her other hand and closed her fist below her first hand and began jacking me off.

"Daddy." She whispered. "Please let me make you cum?"

I rubbed my face onto her soft nyloned feet. She began stroking me a little faster as I breathed in her foot odor. Just as I was getting ready to ejaculate, I slightly pulled away from Kayla and put my cock in between her nylon feet. Kayla gave me her daddy smile: "That's it daddy." Kayla softly said. "Cum on my feet." I closed my eyes and as Corinne's words filled my head of her taking care of me, I came for the first time on My Daughter's Feet.



My Daughter's Feet Ch. 16



I started writing this story as an assignment for my Creative Writing class in college. Being kind of a class clown I thought I would shock and awe my professor with a fictional tale of incest. Imagine my surprise when not only did she not bat an eye at my story category, but I also received high marks on it. The story originally was planned for six chapters. I had so much fun with it I continued on even after the class ended. I decided to post on this site as I have been a fan of reading stories from here. However, it became a lot of work I was not expecting. A lot of chapters were written only to be cast aside in favor of a different chapter. Then in different chapters I had to backlog the story to make it understandable--Katrina's lisp for example. Then, I did get a case of writers block on how to end this story the most believable way possible and set the story aside and started to write other stories. Someday maybe I will submit those, but I just couldn't leave this story hanging out there without a decent ending. I really did not have a good idea how to end the story once I mixed and meshed chapters to keep the story believable in a fiction sense. I strove to make the story as real as possible and tried not to introduce things to make it go stupid or make it a quick jerk story. I wanted it to be a loving story most of all. I finally decided to take a chapter I had originally rejected and turn it into the final chapter. The chapter I selected was originally chapter 5, heavy on BDSM, with Brad and Katrina. Yep, I said Katrina. If you read the final chapter, you know how different it turned out.

I thank all the people who commented on the series either on the site or via e-mail. Some of them were mean, but most were encouraging. I would like to take a little time here and explain some things that have been questioned.

1. The story IS a fictional story. All names used are NOT implied to mean anyone in my family or anybody else's family. FICTION! I have mentioned more than once throughout various chapters this story is fiction. So stop sending hate emails about how sick I am to have sex with my daughters. Don't like it? Don't read it. And if the only thing you can comment on to call the story stupid is a spelling error, don't comment. 

2. Yes, I originally posted the beginning chapters in the incest/taboo category. That was before this story ballooned to 15 chapters.

3. I developed the story around the Baldwins living in St. Augustine, Florida. I have been there many times and absolutely love it there. In the story I mentioned places such as Julington Creek and the Mayport Basin but never where they actually lived. 

4. The grandfather clock has a much larger role in the story than what was actually submitted. When I was hacking and chopping, a lot of it came out. But I left a little in there just because I'm the author and I can. 

5. Corrine's ankle bracelet also has a larger role in the original story. The bracelet and the clock go together in a whole different branch of the story where Corinne is punishing Brad by haunting him after her death because of his incestuous relationship with Katrina. There also was a whole chapter on why the ankle bracelet is the only one she has, and involved Bridgette who also has an ankle bracelet. It was intended to be a type of collar to show ownership. But I felt it went too far off the storyline I was trying to pursue

6. Originally, Corinne never confronted Brad about Kayla or any type of incestuous relationship. After Corinne's death, Katrina was going to take her place. Notice how I kept writing about how much Katrina looked like Corrine, and the dream involved Katrina after Dan's death. I first brought it out in Kayla's wedding and repeated it again in the conversation with Meredith. That was intended to be a big hint on how the story was going to end.

7. Bridgette was originally planned as Brad's drugged out sister and she met a horrible death in which Brad couldn't save her. A whole chapter was about Bridgette and her demise but ended up getting thrown out. The beginning of the chapter was actually very witty and my proofreaders were rolling in laughter. Again, I felt it went too far off the storyline I was trying to pursue. So instead I gave Bridgette a "second chance." There was a back story to it but after I submitted to the site I had sex involving a minor in the chapter. Of course the folks at Literotica rejected it and after I reread my chapter I realized my error and deleted it all. You will find that in chapter 6 and as you go through it you will see there are parts in there that just doesn't make sense. After it got approved I discovered that a little imagination was going to have to be used for some parts to make sense. 

8. Originally Katrina was going to be the daughter that actually pushes Brad over to the taboo and ends up carrying his grandchild/child to complete the family her and Meredith want. Kayla wasn't supposed to be pregnant at all, and Dan was just supposed to be a one chapter deal. (The date chapter) The story was intended all along to be about Katrina, the shy lesbian daughter; using Kayla as a setup and pull a switcheroo at the end. Kayla's fans however convinced me to end the story the way I did. 

9. Meredith was originally planned as a pre-op transsexual. I hinted towards it a few times, but in the end never brought it out.

10. Brad, Brady is a little anagram for me, the author-- Bardsy. Not Tom Brady the Patriots quarterback. Yes I am a fan of the game of football, but I did not intentionally use his last name for my main character. 

11. There will not be a sequel. The Baldwin story is done.