I honestly don’t know what came over me.
I’ve been having a lot of strange urges recently..
It started about a month ago, when my 14 year old daughter came to stay for the summer. She’s cute and innocent, and her smile melts my heart. She’s grown a lot, but she’s still my little girl.
The weekend she got to my house, she wanted to go out for a night on the town. I agreed but she told me I had to do her nails first so they matched the teal dress she picked out. I was used to that. She had always made me paint her nails because she wasn’t good with her left hand and always messed up her right.
We sat down on the couch and I carefully painted every nail on her hands. When I was finished, she surprised me by plopping her feet into my lap and demanding they get painted to. She wanted to wear a cut pair of sandals, but wouldn’t even consider it if the toes didn’t match her dress too.
I got an odd sensation when her feet pressed into my lap. They were soft and small, and her perfect little toes wiggled expectantly at me. I instinctively reached out and grabbed them, gently rubbing them as I lifted them to my face.
“What are you doing? That tickles!” My daughter said.
“Hm? Oh. Sorry honey. I was lost in thought.”
I quickly began painting her toes before she could ask another question. It didn’t take me long, and we were soon ready to go out on our date. I tried to forget about the moment.
That night, we went to about a dozen different places around town that my daughter had been craving since her last visit. We went shopping, seen a movie, had a nice dinner, went to a museum, it was like she forgot she got to spend two months with me and wanted to do everything in one night. By the time we went home, she was exhausted.
She leaned her seat back in the car and propped her bare feet up on the dash. She’d taken the sandals off halfway through the evening because her feet hurt. She quickly fell asleep, and I was left alone in dark silence.
For the entire ride home, I caught glimpses of her sparkly nail polish as streetlights illuminated her toes. I tried not to fixate on them, but more and more I found myself distracted by their allure. They were so small and precious. My daughter didn’t do sports or dance or anything strenuous on the lower body, so they were practically unblemished in all her 14 years. In a word, they were perfect.
When we pulled into the driveway, I just sat there. The light shone down into the windshield just right to make her toes sparkle. They were so enticing, I couldn’t help but to lean close to them, breathing in my daughter’s scent. It was intoxicating. For several minutes, I just enjoyed her aroma. Unable to help myself, I finally flicked my tongue out to wrap gently around her pinky toe.
“Hmm? Daddy?”
Oh fuck!
I leapt back into my own seat so fast I thought I left my heart behind. My daughter slowly opened her eyes, stretching. She looked at me with confused eyes.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing honey. We’re home. Let me carry you inside.”
“Oh. Okay,” she said.
She closed her eyes again, waiting for me to get out and go around to her door. By the time I opened it and unbuckled her seatbelt, she was already snoring again. I breathed a sigh of relief as I gently wrapped her arms around me before lifting her from the car. She nuzzled into my chest as I carried her inside to her room.
I gently laid her in her bed and pulled the blanket up to her chest. She started moaning in discomfort almost immediately though.
“Daddy, take my dress off. It’s itchy.”
Well.. that wasn’t something I was expecting to deal with. Nevertheless, I pulled the blanket off her and carefully pulled the straps of her dress off her arms. She rolled sleepily onto her side so I could unzip it, and before I knew it, I was shimmying my daughter’s dress down her body.
Small and perky tits popped free after just a few seconds of work. I hadn’t known she wasn’t wearing a bra. I tried not to admire my daughter’s naked body as I continued to pull her clothes off.
When I got to her waist, she cutely lifted her butt off the bed so I could pull the dress over her hips. I held my breath as it passed her belly button. If she wasn’t wearing panties either, I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself. Luckily, a silky thong soon came into view, though I wasn’t sure that was much better.
With great effort I averted my gaze and pulled the loose fabric the rest of the way off. Her beautiful feet lifted into the air with a cute little wiggle as the dress finally came free. I threw it in the floor and quickly pulled the blanket back over her naked body.
“Thank you daddy. You’re the best,” she said without ever opening her eyes.
“Goodnight sweetheart.” I said, but she didn’t answer.
I turned to leave, but before I got to the door, I heard rustling behind me. Looking back, I saw that my daughter had kicked her feet out from under the blanket. Just like me, she hated her feet to get hot while she slept. They glistened enticingly at me, and I almost walked right back to the edge of the bed.
No!
I forced myself to leave the room. I shut the door behind me and went out to the car to bring all our bags in. I did a final check of the car, finding the discarded sandals my daughter had left there. I brought them inside and sat them by the door. I decided to go to bed before any other inappropriate thoughts went through my head.
A few days passed after that with nothing out of the ordinary happening. I took time off from work to spend the whole summer with her, so we were constantly busy. We went swimming, did some more shopping, and also spent a lot of time just hanging out at home.
About a week after our night on the town, we were winding down the day with a movie on the couch. It wasn’t particularly exciting, which is probably why my daughter was falling asleep ten minutes in. She stretched out on the couch, cozied up under her blanket. Her feet popped out of the bottom right next to me.
I spent the first half hour actually watching the movie. After about twenty minutes of my daughter snoring next to me though, my attention wavered. I stole a peak down at her bare toes, finding them just as enticing as the last time I was that close to them. I tried to resist the urge to touch them, but the desire was too great.
I carefully slid off the couch and into the floor. I scooted over so that my face was right next to my daughter’s perfect toes. I took a huge breath in, feeling my pulse quicken at her scent. My hand found its way into my pants before I knew what I was doing.
My tongue darted out to capture one of her toes, and to my delight, my daughter didn’t react. I pulled it into my mouth as gently as I could, sucking it with aroused fervor. I began stroking myself as I carefully moved on to another toe. I practically moaned around them as I took in my daughter’s toes one by one.
She was surprisingly still throughout. I expected her to wake up at any moment and catch me, but she stayed as still as can be while I obsessed over her toes. Eventually, the longing grew too great, and I stood up. My pants hit the floor as I pulled my cock free.
I knelt back onto the couch, positioning myself right over the glistening pair of feet I was so infatuated with. Only inches above my daughter’s toes, I began to stroke myself. My breathing quickly became labored, and tunnel vision set in. All I could see were those perfect teal colored toes.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered as I felt myself approaching the edge.
I crouched even lower, pointing right at my daughter’s unsuspecting toes.
“Daddy, what are you doing?”
My heart dropped, and my eyes flew up to meet my daughter’s. She was looking at me with a mix of fear and fascination. Time seemed to freeze in that moment, and a million thoughts flew through my mind. A dozen emotions. Shame. Dread. Excitement. And before either of us could properly prepare, the frozen moment ended.
“Oh God,” I moaned as I started to cum.
My daughter yelped in alarm as the first hot glob splashed down on her perfect toes. It was quickly followed by several more, and she pulled her feet away, half disgusted.
“Daddy what the hell?” She asked.
“I-“
“Why would you do that?”
“I’m sorry honey. I just-“
“You just what?”
“I saw your toes and-“
“Daddy, I was asleep!”
“I know.. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No. You shouldn’t have. I mean, at least wake me up first!”
“Wait.. what?”
“You can’t take a girl’s choice from her like that dad! If you would have asked, I would have let you do whatever you want to them.”
“Seriously?”
“Of course. I love my feet played with. That’s the whole reason I made you paint my toes.”
“It is?”
“Yeah. It makes me.. really wet.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her panties, which were clearly soaked.
“I.. had no idea,” I said.
“It would have been nice to know it was going to happen. But I give you permission to cum on my toes anytime you want. But if I’m asleep, you have to take pictures of it so I can enjoy it when I wake up. Deal?”
“Uhh.. deal,” I said dumbly.
“Good. Now clean it up!”
She lifted her cum soaked toes to my face expectantly. With a final look at her expression, I knew she was serious. So, I got to work.
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