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This is one part of an 8-part story. It is a pseudo-incest tale about the burgeoning relationship between a man and his stepdaughter. Within this story I explore certain fetishes having to do with feet, anal, and various bodily fluids and odors. If any of that is not your cup of tea, this probably isn't the story for you. Consider this your warning.
If you like this story and want to follow my characters' adventures within their connected universe, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated.
All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.
This part of The Blossoming of Becca picks up directly from the previous part. You might want to consider starting at the beginning, so it makes more sense, but that's up to you. Enjoy!
*****
Saturday night
"Come in," I yelled a little too loudly in my embarrassment.
Becca walked in with damp hair hanging down over her shoulders. She smelled of shampoo and body wash.
"Hi, honey. What's up?"
She glanced down at the covers and then into my eyes. "Umm..." Her face suddenly turned red. "Uh, nothing," she said as she turned back toward the door.
"Wait!" I exclaimed. "Just tell me what's on your mind, Becca."
She turned back toward me but didn't speak.
"No judgment. I promise. You can tell me anything."
Her mouth moved but the words weren't there. "Uh, this was a bad idea. It's so embarrassing."
"Please don't be embarrassed," I reassured her. "There is nothing you can say to me that I would take badly. I promise."
She cleared her throat and looked at the floor as she said, "I need to tell you something."
"Yes?"
"Umm, last night..."
"What about last night?" I asked.
"Well," she began, but said nothing more. She squeezed her eyes shut, looking like she was working her courage up, then opened her eyes and stood straighter. "Last night, your door was cracked, and I saw you...masturbating."
"Oh," I exclaimed, not knowing what else to say. After a moment, I asked, "How much did you see?"
Becca's breathing was heavy, and I could tell it was hard for her to admit what she was telling me. "I saw all of it. I didn't mean to, but when I saw what you were doing, I just kept watching..."
"So, you saw me come?" I asked, trying to suppress a smile.
She nodded and said, "I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I don't know why I didn't look away."
"I do," I stated. "It's because you were curious. And that's perfectly OK. I'm not mad or anything."
Becca exhaled and I could see her relax. "I thought you might be upset with me."
"Why would I be upset with you, sweetie? After all the ways I have encouraged you lately to explore your freedoms around the house, I would be a huge hypocrite if I were mad about the fact that you saw me pleasure myself. After all, I've seen you do that. It's only fair, right?"
She paused, then smiled and said, "Right," as she glanced at the covers again.
"Was there anything else you wanted?" I asked.
Becca's face flushed as she nervously moved from one foot to the other. "Maybe," she said with half a smile.
My heart skipped a beat. "Yes?"
She breathed deeply. "Umm...were you planning on...masturbating tonight?"
I waited a few seconds before answering. "I was just beginning to do that when you knocked."
Her face turned even more crimson. "Could...could I watch again? Up close?"
Whoa. This was unexpected. My stepdaughter had just come into my room and asked to watch me masturbate.
Everything had changed so quickly. A couple weeks ago I had told my daughter that her mother and I had dabbled in naturism when she was a little girl. After her mom had died, I gave up on that pastime and raised Becca in a 'normal' household, where we always wore clothing in front of each other?underwear being the absolute minimum in coverage. But Becca was eighteen now, and I had suggested that if she wanted to experiment with naturism around the house, I was perfectly OK with it. Much to my surprise, she took to it almost right away, first testing the waters with toplessness and eventually moving on to being fully nude. And she had even taken it as far as tanning with no clothes on in the back yard by the pool, including a daring interaction with a pizza delivery boy.
In addition to the idea of naturism, I had also been pushing the boundaries physically with her. It began with foot massages, which, because of my foot fetish, quickly incorporated the smelling of her feet and the licking and sucking of her toes. An unforeseen side effect of this was that it made Becca just as horny as it did me, and she had had a spontaneous orgasm in front of me. It took a bit to work through the awkwardness of that incident, but once we did, I convinced her that orgasms and masturbation were natural and beautiful, and that she shouldn't be ashamed or nervous about self-pleasure?even izmir escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) in front of me. The last time I had given Becca a foot massage, which was last night, she had masturbated to orgasm in front of me, fighting her instinct to hide in her room afterward, which enabled us to talk through it. Tonight, after she had come home from work, she stripped off immediately and sat with me on the couch. I had asked her if she wanted a foot rub, but she declined, instead choosing to shower and retire early for the night. In my disappointment, I shut myself in my own room and had just begun to stroke one out before I went to sleep. And now here my stepdaughter stood, looking as naked and beautiful as I had ever seen her, asking to watch me pleasure myself. How could I refuse?
"Of course, you can, Becca. I would be a complete hypocrite if I told you that it was fine for you to be naked and to pleasure yourself in front of me when I wasn't willing to do the same. Are you sure, though? I know you saw me last night, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable being right here in the same room." My heart was beating a little faster at the thought of letting her watch.
Becca's face was beet red, but to her credit, she didn't back down. She gave me an almost imperceptible nod and quietly said, "I'd like to see, if you don't mind."
I smiled at her and patted the bed next to me. She approached and sat gently on the edge, turning toward me so her right knee and thigh were on the mattress, while her left foot was still on the floor, bracing her weight. I wasn't sure if she even realized that this position opened her legs up and allowed me to see her partially gaping vulva right there on my bed. Becca wasn't a virgin, but she was still so innocent and naïve in so many ways. I felt my cock stir under the covers I had hastily pulled over myself when she knocked.
I stacked some pillows up between me and the headboard, which allowed me to be in more of a sitting position and I searched her eyes for permission as I grabbed the covers at my waist. Becca's eyes darted between the covers and my face before giving me a nod. I pulled the covers down and my semi-hard dick ticked upward. Becca's eyes grew wide, her chest heaving with each breath, causing her amazing C-cup breasts to rise and fall.
Grasping my dick in my hand, I slowly squeezed and stroked it, pumping it until it reached its full engorgement. I began a rhythmic rubbing all the way up the shaft, ending each stroke with a little twist at the head. Becca appeared to be fascinated as she leaned a little closer and studied my technique. The fact that my 18-year-old stepdaughter was watching me masturbate was unbelievably erotic and I knew it would only be a few minutes before I was done.
As I felt the pressure building in my balls I began to pump faster, clenching my stomach muscles with each stroke. Becca's eyes met mine and I watched as the barest hint of a smile turned up the corners of her sexy lips. I looked down and studied her full breasts with the tiny pink areolae and erect nipples and wished like hell that I could suck one into my mouth. There was a heart-shaped diamond stud in her navel that was cute as fuck. And her shaved vulva was slightly open, revealing the tiniest butterfly wings of her inner labia. I thought I could actually see a glint of wetness between those lips in the low light of the bedside lamp.
As my self-pleasure progressed, my inhibitions and self-control began to dissipate. I stared at Becca with a hunger that I'm sure she felt. Her face lost the smile and took on a look of insecurity, bordering on fear, and I could see by her body language that she was closing in on herself?she leaned back slightly, and her legs began to close in slow motion. I stopped touching myself long enough to grab her thigh and I shook my head. I put gentle pressure on it, letting her know that I wanted her to open her legs. Becca swallowed nervously but allowed me to position her thighs so that they were farther apart. Her vagina opened like a blossoming flower, and I could see the wetness inside her vaginal entrance. Still not satisfied, I sat up and pulled her fully up onto the bed, so she was sitting in front of me. Becca gasped as I pushed her knees far apart, graphically spreading her pussy in front of me. Her breaths were loud and raspy, and she trembled visibly as my hand returned to my ticking cock.
I rapidly stroked my dick with my eyes glued to the object of my desire between Becca's legs. There wasn't a pubic hair anywhere on her pristine pussy. Her puffy outer lips were wide open, and her small inner labia were spread as well. I could see all of the pink flesh inside from her clit to her entrance. It was all coated in copious wetness, and there was some white discharge beginning to leak out of the bottom of her vulva. This was, by far, the most graphic view of my stepdaughter's vagina I had seen yet, and my entire being was filled with lust.
Becca stared at me nervously as I ogled the wet, pink flesh of her pussy and when izmir escort bayan (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) our eyes met, a shiver ran through her entire body. She looked a little terrified, honestly, and I was completely taken by surprise when she leaned back and opened her legs even wider, spreading them obscenely far apart and inviting me to hungrily devour her sex with my gaze. I happily obliged, imagining my cock penetrating that pristine pussy sitting just a couple feet away from me.
My balls were at the breaking point. I stroked the thick, bulbous head of my dick as I stared into Becca's blue eyes. I felt every nerve in my body tingle as the muscles in my face contracted. When my orgasm arrived, my cock began pumping fiercely, sending the first shot of cum flying three feet into the air. Becca gasped loudly as she watched it launch?reaching its apogee, and freefalling back down to land on my stomach with a liquid splat. Five or six more ropes of cum followed as I moaned loudly, flexing my stomach as the muscles in my thighs stood out like rock-hard bands under my skin. I continued to stroke myself until the orgasm subsided, then squeezed the remaining semen out of my dick, letting it run over my hand.
Becca had covered her mouth in disbelief. Her eyes were glued to the cum splattered all over my stomach. I laughed at her expression as the euphoria ebbed out of me and I suddenly felt very tired. When Becca removed her hand from her face, I could see she was smiling.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"That was kind of amazing," she said with a grin. "I've done stuff with guys, but I never saw anything like that."
"I'm glad you liked it," I said, reaching for the box of tissues on my nightstand. As I began to clean myself off, I noticed Becca was still staring at the cum. The tip of her tongue peeked out from between her lips, and it seemed like she was thinking about something. I stopped wiping myself off and said, "Are you wondering what it tastes like?"
Becca's eyes shot up to mine and she immediately shook her head. "No! Gross!"
"Have you ever tasted semen before?"
Again, Becca shook her head. "No way. I mean...I've almost tasted it after...well, never mind...but, no. I've never tasted it."
I smiled at the self-censoring of her previous exploits. "Are you curious?" I asked. "Be honest."
Becca grimaced. "I mean, I guess I'm a little curious, but I couldn't do that. Not with you. That would be crossing a major line." She gave me a look like I was crazy for even suggesting it.
"I'm just a guy," I said. "Even though we've been together a long time, you yourself pointed out to me the other day that I'm your stepfather, not your biological father. So, if you think about it logically, I'm just another guy that you aren't related to."
Becca waggled her head from side to side as she shrugged her shoulders, semi-conceding my point.
"If you are curious, you can taste it. I don't care. I'm just going to throw it in the garbage anyway. Don't be embarrassed. Especially with me. You should know by now that I'm the least judgmental person you will ever meet."
Becca took a deep breath, and I could tell by the change on her face that she was actually debating it.
"The longer you wait, the more it turns into runny liquid. If you want to get the full experience, you should do it now."
Her eyes widened and her hand flinched, but she didn't make a move. I gently grabbed her hand and brought it over to my stomach. I formed her first two fingers and her thumb into a pincer and shoved her fingertips down into a huge, white glob of cum. She froze, staring at me, and I nodded for her to proceed. I was pleasantly surprised when her fingers closed, and she scooped up the viscous baby batter. She turned her hand over and looked at it as it sat in the crevice formed by her first two fingers.
"Go ahead. Taste it."
I watched as Becca nervously placed her fingers to her lips and let the glob of cum slide onto her tongue. She licked her fingertips clean, then let the sperm sit in her mouth as she sampled the flavor. She swished it around for a bit then swallowed it loudly.
"What did you think?" I asked.
Becca looked unsure. "It tastes strange," she said. "It's kind of salty, but not really. It's hard to describe. My tongue is actually tingling a little bit, like it's a little acidic or something. It's not repulsive, like I thought it would be, though."
"Well, there you go," I said. "Now you don't have to be afraid of it," I said as I finished cleaning myself up.
Becca had forgotten that since my orgasm she had been sitting there with her legs wide open. I looked down at her vulva and saw a line of white, sticky discharge that ran from her pussy to the bed cover.
"It looks like you have something there leaking as well," I said, pointing between her legs.
Becca looked down and immediately slammed her knees together. "Oh my gosh! Gross! I'm so sorry!"
"Hey, don't worry about it," I assured her. "It is just your natural fluids. escort izmir (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) You don't need to be any more afraid of that than you do of semen. Have you ever tasted it?"
Becca gave me a look of abject horror. "No! That's so gross! I always wipe it off."
I couldn't believe it. Had she seriously never tasted her own cum? Not even when she masturbated?
"Really?" I asked. "You've never tasted yourself? Becca, you should totally taste it. It's not dirty. It's part of you. Try it. You might like it!"
Becca looked nauseous at the thought. "I've smelled it before, dad. It smells like my vagina. I never wanted to put it in my mouth."
"Try it, babe. Trust me."
She gave me a look that said, Do I have to?
"I'll try it if you don't want to," I said with a wry smile.
Becca's eyes shot up to mine with another horrified look. "You wouldn't!" she said in disbelief.
"I absolutely would," I replied confidently. "May I?"
The terror on Becca's face when I pushed her knees apart was palpable, yet she didn't fight me, and they opened freely. We both looked down at the thick, white discharge that ran from her vaginal opening, over her ass cheek, and pooled into a sticky spot on the blanket. I looked to her for any sign of resistance, but other than the look on her face, she didn't give me one. Reaching down, I ran my finger up her butt cheek all the way to the bottom of her vulva, scooping up a generous sample of her creamy discharge. I held it under my nose and inhaled the rich, pungent aroma. Then I stuck my finger in my mouth and licked it clean as Becca watched in dismay.
The taste of Becca's cream was transcendent. It was thick and sticky and deeply musky. I closed my eyes as I savored the flavor, spreading it over my tongue, before swishing it around my mouth and swallowing it. The aftertaste reminded me of the last time I had eaten pussy, which had been a few years ago. It was so incredibly satisfying, that it took all my willpower not to pin my gorgeous stepdaughter to the bed and feast on her teenaged vagina. My cock began to thicken with the thought.
"That was absolutely heavenly, Becca. You don't taste bad. Your taste is actually pretty amazing. You should try the rest," I suggested, pointing to the spot on the blanket.
Becca paused only briefly before reaching down and scraping her discharge off the cover with her fingernail. She tasted her cream, moving it around in her mouth before swallowing it.
"Well?"
"It doesn't taste terrible like I thought it would, based on the smell."
"I don't think it smells terrible either," I said.
Becca crinkled up her nose. "I guess not," she said.
"Well, it seems we made some discoveries tonight," I said, trying to give her a reassuring smile, letting her know that everything was fine.
Becca blushed as she closed her legs and crawled off the bed. She stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before she said, "Thanks for letting me watch, dad."
I pulled her into a naked hug and kissed her on the cheek. "Anytime, sweetheart."
*****
It was after midnight, but Becca lay wide awake trying to wrap her head around the fact that she had not only watched her dad jerk off, but she had tasted his cum. And he had tasted the stuff from her pussy! Ugh! She was inundated with a wave of mortification and shame, but it didn't take long for those feelings to dissipate. Embarrassment was something that was happening less frequently, and it didn't last nearly as long as it had at the start of these interactions with her dad. She pondered on that for a while.
Her hand found its way between her legs as she thought about the way he had masturbated. How the muscles in his forearm tensed with each upward stroke. How his hand twisted around the head. How his dick became so swollen and purple, especially toward the end. How the cum shot out with such force. The raw nature of the act was balanced by the beautiful aesthetics. It was like watching a wildlife show in high definition.
Becca's fingers slid inside her wet, slippery vulva, and she distributed the fluids up onto her clit. Probing her opening with her fingertips, she penetrated her pussy to her last knuckles, finger-fucking herself deeply while she played with her hard nipples. Unable to control her thoughts, she imagined her dad sticking his thick, pulsing cock deep inside her body. Becca groaned loudly from the combination of shame and sexual pleasure. She tried to force herself to think of something else as she neared her climax, but the pseudo-incestuous fantasy was unrelenting. Powerless, she gave in to the lustful imagery, and as her orgasm overtook her senses, she shouted out, "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!"
Immediately, despite the strong contractions wracking her body, Becca yanked her hand away from her sex and covered her mouth. With wide eyes she stared at the door, as if her father would come busting through, scowling down at her in disgust. When no such thing happened, Becca closed her eyes and lay there panting, a storm of conflicting feelings running through her mind. It wasn't that she couldn't believe she had masturbated thinking of her dad, or even that she had shouted out in her desire. It was that she had come to the realization that she might be opening up to him in ways she had never before imagined.
If you like this story and want to follow my characters' adventures within their connected universe, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated.
All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.
This part of The Blossoming of Becca picks up directly from the previous part. You might want to consider starting at the beginning, so it makes more sense, but that's up to you. Enjoy!
*****
Saturday night
"Come in," I yelled a little too loudly in my embarrassment.
Becca walked in with damp hair hanging down over her shoulders. She smelled of shampoo and body wash.
"Hi, honey. What's up?"
She glanced down at the covers and then into my eyes. "Umm..." Her face suddenly turned red. "Uh, nothing," she said as she turned back toward the door.
"Wait!" I exclaimed. "Just tell me what's on your mind, Becca."
She turned back toward me but didn't speak.
"No judgment. I promise. You can tell me anything."
Her mouth moved but the words weren't there. "Uh, this was a bad idea. It's so embarrassing."
"Please don't be embarrassed," I reassured her. "There is nothing you can say to me that I would take badly. I promise."
She cleared her throat and looked at the floor as she said, "I need to tell you something."
"Yes?"
"Umm, last night..."
"What about last night?" I asked.
"Well," she began, but said nothing more. She squeezed her eyes shut, looking like she was working her courage up, then opened her eyes and stood straighter. "Last night, your door was cracked, and I saw you...masturbating."
"Oh," I exclaimed, not knowing what else to say. After a moment, I asked, "How much did you see?"
Becca's breathing was heavy, and I could tell it was hard for her to admit what she was telling me. "I saw all of it. I didn't mean to, but when I saw what you were doing, I just kept watching..."
"So, you saw me come?" I asked, trying to suppress a smile.
She nodded and said, "I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I don't know why I didn't look away."
"I do," I stated. "It's because you were curious. And that's perfectly OK. I'm not mad or anything."
Becca exhaled and I could see her relax. "I thought you might be upset with me."
"Why would I be upset with you, sweetie? After all the ways I have encouraged you lately to explore your freedoms around the house, I would be a huge hypocrite if I were mad about the fact that you saw me pleasure myself. After all, I've seen you do that. It's only fair, right?"
She paused, then smiled and said, "Right," as she glanced at the covers again.
"Was there anything else you wanted?" I asked.
Becca's face flushed as she nervously moved from one foot to the other. "Maybe," she said with half a smile.
My heart skipped a beat. "Yes?"
She breathed deeply. "Umm...were you planning on...masturbating tonight?"
I waited a few seconds before answering. "I was just beginning to do that when you knocked."
Her face turned even more crimson. "Could...could I watch again? Up close?"
Whoa. This was unexpected. My stepdaughter had just come into my room and asked to watch me masturbate.
Everything had changed so quickly. A couple weeks ago I had told my daughter that her mother and I had dabbled in naturism when she was a little girl. After her mom had died, I gave up on that pastime and raised Becca in a 'normal' household, where we always wore clothing in front of each other?underwear being the absolute minimum in coverage. But Becca was eighteen now, and I had suggested that if she wanted to experiment with naturism around the house, I was perfectly OK with it. Much to my surprise, she took to it almost right away, first testing the waters with toplessness and eventually moving on to being fully nude. And she had even taken it as far as tanning with no clothes on in the back yard by the pool, including a daring interaction with a pizza delivery boy.
In addition to the idea of naturism, I had also been pushing the boundaries physically with her. It began with foot massages, which, because of my foot fetish, quickly incorporated the smelling of her feet and the licking and sucking of her toes. An unforeseen side effect of this was that it made Becca just as horny as it did me, and she had had a spontaneous orgasm in front of me. It took a bit to work through the awkwardness of that incident, but once we did, I convinced her that orgasms and masturbation were natural and beautiful, and that she shouldn't be ashamed or nervous about self-pleasure?even izmir escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) in front of me. The last time I had given Becca a foot massage, which was last night, she had masturbated to orgasm in front of me, fighting her instinct to hide in her room afterward, which enabled us to talk through it. Tonight, after she had come home from work, she stripped off immediately and sat with me on the couch. I had asked her if she wanted a foot rub, but she declined, instead choosing to shower and retire early for the night. In my disappointment, I shut myself in my own room and had just begun to stroke one out before I went to sleep. And now here my stepdaughter stood, looking as naked and beautiful as I had ever seen her, asking to watch me pleasure myself. How could I refuse?
"Of course, you can, Becca. I would be a complete hypocrite if I told you that it was fine for you to be naked and to pleasure yourself in front of me when I wasn't willing to do the same. Are you sure, though? I know you saw me last night, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable being right here in the same room." My heart was beating a little faster at the thought of letting her watch.
Becca's face was beet red, but to her credit, she didn't back down. She gave me an almost imperceptible nod and quietly said, "I'd like to see, if you don't mind."
I smiled at her and patted the bed next to me. She approached and sat gently on the edge, turning toward me so her right knee and thigh were on the mattress, while her left foot was still on the floor, bracing her weight. I wasn't sure if she even realized that this position opened her legs up and allowed me to see her partially gaping vulva right there on my bed. Becca wasn't a virgin, but she was still so innocent and naïve in so many ways. I felt my cock stir under the covers I had hastily pulled over myself when she knocked.
I stacked some pillows up between me and the headboard, which allowed me to be in more of a sitting position and I searched her eyes for permission as I grabbed the covers at my waist. Becca's eyes darted between the covers and my face before giving me a nod. I pulled the covers down and my semi-hard dick ticked upward. Becca's eyes grew wide, her chest heaving with each breath, causing her amazing C-cup breasts to rise and fall.
Grasping my dick in my hand, I slowly squeezed and stroked it, pumping it until it reached its full engorgement. I began a rhythmic rubbing all the way up the shaft, ending each stroke with a little twist at the head. Becca appeared to be fascinated as she leaned a little closer and studied my technique. The fact that my 18-year-old stepdaughter was watching me masturbate was unbelievably erotic and I knew it would only be a few minutes before I was done.
As I felt the pressure building in my balls I began to pump faster, clenching my stomach muscles with each stroke. Becca's eyes met mine and I watched as the barest hint of a smile turned up the corners of her sexy lips. I looked down and studied her full breasts with the tiny pink areolae and erect nipples and wished like hell that I could suck one into my mouth. There was a heart-shaped diamond stud in her navel that was cute as fuck. And her shaved vulva was slightly open, revealing the tiniest butterfly wings of her inner labia. I thought I could actually see a glint of wetness between those lips in the low light of the bedside lamp.
As my self-pleasure progressed, my inhibitions and self-control began to dissipate. I stared at Becca with a hunger that I'm sure she felt. Her face lost the smile and took on a look of insecurity, bordering on fear, and I could see by her body language that she was closing in on herself?she leaned back slightly, and her legs began to close in slow motion. I stopped touching myself long enough to grab her thigh and I shook my head. I put gentle pressure on it, letting her know that I wanted her to open her legs. Becca swallowed nervously but allowed me to position her thighs so that they were farther apart. Her vagina opened like a blossoming flower, and I could see the wetness inside her vaginal entrance. Still not satisfied, I sat up and pulled her fully up onto the bed, so she was sitting in front of me. Becca gasped as I pushed her knees far apart, graphically spreading her pussy in front of me. Her breaths were loud and raspy, and she trembled visibly as my hand returned to my ticking cock.
I rapidly stroked my dick with my eyes glued to the object of my desire between Becca's legs. There wasn't a pubic hair anywhere on her pristine pussy. Her puffy outer lips were wide open, and her small inner labia were spread as well. I could see all of the pink flesh inside from her clit to her entrance. It was all coated in copious wetness, and there was some white discharge beginning to leak out of the bottom of her vulva. This was, by far, the most graphic view of my stepdaughter's vagina I had seen yet, and my entire being was filled with lust.
Becca stared at me nervously as I ogled the wet, pink flesh of her pussy and when izmir escort bayan (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) our eyes met, a shiver ran through her entire body. She looked a little terrified, honestly, and I was completely taken by surprise when she leaned back and opened her legs even wider, spreading them obscenely far apart and inviting me to hungrily devour her sex with my gaze. I happily obliged, imagining my cock penetrating that pristine pussy sitting just a couple feet away from me.
My balls were at the breaking point. I stroked the thick, bulbous head of my dick as I stared into Becca's blue eyes. I felt every nerve in my body tingle as the muscles in my face contracted. When my orgasm arrived, my cock began pumping fiercely, sending the first shot of cum flying three feet into the air. Becca gasped loudly as she watched it launch?reaching its apogee, and freefalling back down to land on my stomach with a liquid splat. Five or six more ropes of cum followed as I moaned loudly, flexing my stomach as the muscles in my thighs stood out like rock-hard bands under my skin. I continued to stroke myself until the orgasm subsided, then squeezed the remaining semen out of my dick, letting it run over my hand.
Becca had covered her mouth in disbelief. Her eyes were glued to the cum splattered all over my stomach. I laughed at her expression as the euphoria ebbed out of me and I suddenly felt very tired. When Becca removed her hand from her face, I could see she was smiling.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"That was kind of amazing," she said with a grin. "I've done stuff with guys, but I never saw anything like that."
"I'm glad you liked it," I said, reaching for the box of tissues on my nightstand. As I began to clean myself off, I noticed Becca was still staring at the cum. The tip of her tongue peeked out from between her lips, and it seemed like she was thinking about something. I stopped wiping myself off and said, "Are you wondering what it tastes like?"
Becca's eyes shot up to mine and she immediately shook her head. "No! Gross!"
"Have you ever tasted semen before?"
Again, Becca shook her head. "No way. I mean...I've almost tasted it after...well, never mind...but, no. I've never tasted it."
I smiled at the self-censoring of her previous exploits. "Are you curious?" I asked. "Be honest."
Becca grimaced. "I mean, I guess I'm a little curious, but I couldn't do that. Not with you. That would be crossing a major line." She gave me a look like I was crazy for even suggesting it.
"I'm just a guy," I said. "Even though we've been together a long time, you yourself pointed out to me the other day that I'm your stepfather, not your biological father. So, if you think about it logically, I'm just another guy that you aren't related to."
Becca waggled her head from side to side as she shrugged her shoulders, semi-conceding my point.
"If you are curious, you can taste it. I don't care. I'm just going to throw it in the garbage anyway. Don't be embarrassed. Especially with me. You should know by now that I'm the least judgmental person you will ever meet."
Becca took a deep breath, and I could tell by the change on her face that she was actually debating it.
"The longer you wait, the more it turns into runny liquid. If you want to get the full experience, you should do it now."
Her eyes widened and her hand flinched, but she didn't make a move. I gently grabbed her hand and brought it over to my stomach. I formed her first two fingers and her thumb into a pincer and shoved her fingertips down into a huge, white glob of cum. She froze, staring at me, and I nodded for her to proceed. I was pleasantly surprised when her fingers closed, and she scooped up the viscous baby batter. She turned her hand over and looked at it as it sat in the crevice formed by her first two fingers.
"Go ahead. Taste it."
I watched as Becca nervously placed her fingers to her lips and let the glob of cum slide onto her tongue. She licked her fingertips clean, then let the sperm sit in her mouth as she sampled the flavor. She swished it around for a bit then swallowed it loudly.
"What did you think?" I asked.
Becca looked unsure. "It tastes strange," she said. "It's kind of salty, but not really. It's hard to describe. My tongue is actually tingling a little bit, like it's a little acidic or something. It's not repulsive, like I thought it would be, though."
"Well, there you go," I said. "Now you don't have to be afraid of it," I said as I finished cleaning myself up.
Becca had forgotten that since my orgasm she had been sitting there with her legs wide open. I looked down at her vulva and saw a line of white, sticky discharge that ran from her pussy to the bed cover.
"It looks like you have something there leaking as well," I said, pointing between her legs.
Becca looked down and immediately slammed her knees together. "Oh my gosh! Gross! I'm so sorry!"
"Hey, don't worry about it," I assured her. "It is just your natural fluids. escort izmir (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/izmir-escort/) You don't need to be any more afraid of that than you do of semen. Have you ever tasted it?"
Becca gave me a look of abject horror. "No! That's so gross! I always wipe it off."
I couldn't believe it. Had she seriously never tasted her own cum? Not even when she masturbated?
"Really?" I asked. "You've never tasted yourself? Becca, you should totally taste it. It's not dirty. It's part of you. Try it. You might like it!"
Becca looked nauseous at the thought. "I've smelled it before, dad. It smells like my vagina. I never wanted to put it in my mouth."
"Try it, babe. Trust me."
She gave me a look that said, Do I have to?
"I'll try it if you don't want to," I said with a wry smile.
Becca's eyes shot up to mine with another horrified look. "You wouldn't!" she said in disbelief.
"I absolutely would," I replied confidently. "May I?"
The terror on Becca's face when I pushed her knees apart was palpable, yet she didn't fight me, and they opened freely. We both looked down at the thick, white discharge that ran from her vaginal opening, over her ass cheek, and pooled into a sticky spot on the blanket. I looked to her for any sign of resistance, but other than the look on her face, she didn't give me one. Reaching down, I ran my finger up her butt cheek all the way to the bottom of her vulva, scooping up a generous sample of her creamy discharge. I held it under my nose and inhaled the rich, pungent aroma. Then I stuck my finger in my mouth and licked it clean as Becca watched in dismay.
The taste of Becca's cream was transcendent. It was thick and sticky and deeply musky. I closed my eyes as I savored the flavor, spreading it over my tongue, before swishing it around my mouth and swallowing it. The aftertaste reminded me of the last time I had eaten pussy, which had been a few years ago. It was so incredibly satisfying, that it took all my willpower not to pin my gorgeous stepdaughter to the bed and feast on her teenaged vagina. My cock began to thicken with the thought.
"That was absolutely heavenly, Becca. You don't taste bad. Your taste is actually pretty amazing. You should try the rest," I suggested, pointing to the spot on the blanket.
Becca paused only briefly before reaching down and scraping her discharge off the cover with her fingernail. She tasted her cream, moving it around in her mouth before swallowing it.
"Well?"
"It doesn't taste terrible like I thought it would, based on the smell."
"I don't think it smells terrible either," I said.
Becca crinkled up her nose. "I guess not," she said.
"Well, it seems we made some discoveries tonight," I said, trying to give her a reassuring smile, letting her know that everything was fine.
Becca blushed as she closed her legs and crawled off the bed. She stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before she said, "Thanks for letting me watch, dad."
I pulled her into a naked hug and kissed her on the cheek. "Anytime, sweetheart."
*****
It was after midnight, but Becca lay wide awake trying to wrap her head around the fact that she had not only watched her dad jerk off, but she had tasted his cum. And he had tasted the stuff from her pussy! Ugh! She was inundated with a wave of mortification and shame, but it didn't take long for those feelings to dissipate. Embarrassment was something that was happening less frequently, and it didn't last nearly as long as it had at the start of these interactions with her dad. She pondered on that for a while.
Her hand found its way between her legs as she thought about the way he had masturbated. How the muscles in his forearm tensed with each upward stroke. How his hand twisted around the head. How his dick became so swollen and purple, especially toward the end. How the cum shot out with such force. The raw nature of the act was balanced by the beautiful aesthetics. It was like watching a wildlife show in high definition.
Becca's fingers slid inside her wet, slippery vulva, and she distributed the fluids up onto her clit. Probing her opening with her fingertips, she penetrated her pussy to her last knuckles, finger-fucking herself deeply while she played with her hard nipples. Unable to control her thoughts, she imagined her dad sticking his thick, pulsing cock deep inside her body. Becca groaned loudly from the combination of shame and sexual pleasure. She tried to force herself to think of something else as she neared her climax, but the pseudo-incestuous fantasy was unrelenting. Powerless, she gave in to the lustful imagery, and as her orgasm overtook her senses, she shouted out, "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!"
Immediately, despite the strong contractions wracking her body, Becca yanked her hand away from her sex and covered her mouth. With wide eyes she stared at the door, as if her father would come busting through, scowling down at her in disgust. When no such thing happened, Becca closed her eyes and lay there panting, a storm of conflicting feelings running through her mind. It wasn't that she couldn't believe she had masturbated thinking of her dad, or even that she had shouted out in her desire. It was that she had come to the realization that she might be opening up to him in ways she had never before imagined.