Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2017 20:41:59 +0400
From: Ralph Gordon <dadfootlover@gmail.com>
Subject: Robert and his Dad's Feet Part 2

Robert and his Dad's Feet
Part 2
by Ralph Gordon

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without the consent of the Author. I have tried to recreate events, locales
and conversations from my memories of them. In order to maintain their
anonymity in some instances, I have changed the names of individuals and
places. This story is about Robert's intense fetish for men's feet,
especially his dad's, and oscillates between his actual experiences growing
up and the fantasies that he derived from them. As you might guess, I am
telling my story through the character Robert.
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Please read part 1 if you haven't already; it describes Robert's earlier
actual experiences with and also fantasies about his dad's feet.

The night that Robert kissed and licked his dad's feet while he was fast
asleep in the master bedroom was the most intense foot worship experience
of his life. He actually felt feverish afterward and the feelings that
accompanied his ejaculation were a mixture of intense lust, love,
adoration, guilt, and fear of thinking that his dad knew that he had been
worshipping his feet. This confusing mixture of feelings for this part of
his dad's body made his orgasms bittersweet and special. For days and years
afterward, a sighting of his dad's strong, hairy legs, or calves or feet
around the house made Robert rock hard instantly and he would have to fight
with all his might to keep his dick at half-mast so that no one would
notice the evidence of his foot-lust.

Technically, Robert's first kiss was therefore with his dad's feet. And he
loved that. He got to "make out" with something he had wanted to make love
to since he was younger. He liked to think of his licking and kissing
session with his dad's feet as oral sex as well because his dad's sensitive
big toe was like a cockhead to Robert. It was thick, acorn-shaped and full
of nerve endings! It was not his dickhead but something very similar to it.
Robert was sure that if his dad would let him suck on his toes, he would
experience intense sexual feelings as his eager son sucked away on his
substitute dickhead.

This leads us to Robert's fourth fantasy. When he was young, he saw a book
about women's health on his parent's bookshelf. In the reproduction section
about three-quarters of the way through, was a picture that would stay in
Robert's mind for the rest of his life. In the photo, a well-muscled man
lay on top of a smaller woman. The camera angle was from the foot of the
bed. You could barely see her, which suited Robert just fine. What
fascinated him was the large, muscular leg that ended in a large foot that
dangled over the edge of the bed. Robert's eyes darted from the muscular,
V-shaped back to the strong thighs and calves and finally to the large,
meaty soles. He was overcome with desire and would often go back to the
photo and feast on the visible parts of the masculine beauty that drowned
out the feminine form beneath it. He really wanted to know what was going
on between their thighs, and how the man must be feeling as his hardened
organ penetrated his wife, but his greatest delight was in considering the
male parts that were visible to him. Often, Robert would fantasize about
being a third party to his own dad and mum fuck sessions, where they would
unite in a manner similar to what was shown in that book.

Robert's Fourth Fantasy: Worshipping dad's feet while he fucks mum

It was important to Robert that the sex between his dad and mum take place
in the late morning because this was the time of the day when the sunlight
bathed his dad's soles in such a manner as to make them appear golden and
therefore more healthy and godlike. It was also important that his mum was
underneath his father. This was for two reasons. One, because he had no
desire to see her naked form, and two (and more importantly) because
beneath a strong man is where a woman should be. He needed to crush her
under his weight and masculinity.

Robert's role in the fantasy was that of an assistant, giving his dad
additional stimulation while he penetrated her and got his rocks off. He
loved the idea of no verbal communication between them and him. Having a
relatively silent father was what he was used to and so it made sense for
him to be treated the same as he knelt at the foot of the bed and prepared
to worship the soles of his maker.

Robert loved the whole foot but there was something about the soles of his
dad's feet that particularly fascinated him. They were smooth but strong,
finite but expansive. He just couldn't pull away. They teased him, begged
him to come closer. It really had the same effect that a light would have
on a moth.

Robert opened the door to the master bedroom, heart beating fast in his
chest, completely naked, and he took in the sight that lay before him. The
white bedsheets covered all of his dad's body except for his thighs down to
his toes, and his shoulders and head. He was lying face down, arm placed
protectively around his mum. She was completely covered, except for her
face and hair, which Robert could barely make out.

This morning ritual would start with Robert waking up his dad by applying
gentle kisses to the soles of his feet. Why get jolted awake by an annoying
alarm clock when your son can slowly and gently coax you out of sleep by
sliding his tongue all over the soles of your warm morning feet?

Robert very quietly walked to the foot of the bed and knelt into position,
placing his flip-flops on the ground so that his knees could rest on them.
He brought his face very close to the sole of dad's left foot and breathed
in softly. The golden soles that were infinitely close to his nose,
combined with the fragrance of the bed sheets and the subtle smell of foot
sweat that had built up overnight, started getting him hard.

As the arch of his dad's feet would be the most sensitive part, he avoided
it initially. He placed both lips in the middle of the heel and his tongue
emerged, exploring left and right like a hungry snake. Robert noticed that
what he had learned in school was accurate; different parts of the tongue
tasted things differently. The degrees of saltiness varied depending on
whether it was his tongue-tip or the flat of the tongue that was in contact
with his dad's sole. When he used his tongue-tip to explore, he was gentle
at first and then more forceful, as if searching for some sort of weak spot
that would allow him to get even closer to his maker. He opened his mouth
wide so as to envelop the entire heel and allowed his tongue to flick back
and forth, as his saliva flowed eagerly, coating the strong man-heel with
his oral lubricant. After the heel worship, Robert pulled back to admire
the entire sole again. The heel glistened in the late morning light. It was
as if his tongue had brought his dad's heel to an even purer state of
being, even more beautiful than when he first saw it that morning.

He then took his dad's big toe in his mouth, still on the left foot, and
moved his head back and forth, as if he was sucking his dad's stiff penis.
Although his dad's dick belonged in his mum's pussy, his dad's toe was his
to worship and he was going to make the most of this opportunity. He liked
sometimes to swirl his tongue round and round the big toe, making rapid
circles of the toe with his wet tongue. He was so aroused and foot-hungry
that he often had to swallow his own spit because otherwise it would
overflow and spill on the floor. Knowing that his spit had been purified by
his dad's godlike feet made him even more lustful and made him salivate
even more vigorously. It was like nature had created him just for this.
Sometimes, in his euphoria, he would forget to swallow his spit and some
would make its way down his chin and onto the floor, onto the flip flops
that he would be wearing later. The foot-enhanced saliva from the morning
foot worship session would, therefore, be under Robert's own feet for the
rest of the day, reminding him that it had not been just an arousing dream.

As Robert engaged in oral sex with his dad's big manly toe, he heard his
dad grunt and shift on the bed. He was beginning to wake up. Robert shifted
his attention to the arch of his dad's right sole. The skin here was paler
than the rest of his foot, virgin, in a sense, because it had very little
contact with the ground or shoes. The skin was also obviously more
sensitive. Robert started with some gentle kisses to the arch, his nose
pressing against the heel. Then his eager tongue came out and he licked the
arch in long, loving licks that would start from the ball of his dad's foot
to the beginning of the heel.

The foot suddenly pulled away from his loving mouth as his dad shifted and
repositioned himself on the bed. Robert actually felt a pang in his heart
just as a lover feels a pang when his beloved is taken away from him. He
wondered if he had done something wrong and upset his father. It turned out
that his dad was actually just positioning himself over his mother. For the
first time that morning he saw his dad's toes wriggle and spread a little.

Remember that there was strictly no communication between dad and son, or
mother and son, during this ritual. Even communication between dad and mum
was limited. So the closest thing to communication was actually how his
dad's foot responded to Robert's passionate lovemaking. The wriggling of
the toes, however, was ambiguous, as it could have meant 'thank you
for energizing my feet and waking me up' or simply been the natural
reaction of a horny man ready to take his wife.

At this stage, Robert's piss slit was weeping, leaking strings of precum
that joined his sole-enhanced saliva on the floor and on his flip-flops.
Robert was amazed at the sheer power of his dad's feet, their ability to
pull love-juice from his balls by the teaspoon, from simply being stared at
and gently kissed. This is how Robert had always seen it; his dad's feet
were these majestic meaty male parts that actually pulled him helplessly
towards then and then drained his groin of precum and semen. Nothing else
was able to have this effect on him. They were all-powerful and all that
actually mattered in the end. He existed to worship the magnificent feet of
his creator and therefore the creator himself.

What also excited Robert was that he did not know what actually went on
under the bedsheets between his dad and mum. He had to guess from the body
movements, groans of pleasure and foot movements. It thrilled him that they
kept this hidden from him, that he was free to kiss and lick and hump his
dad's feet but denied access to the most intimate contact that took place
between his human creators. It felt right, that that was his rightful place
anyway.

Robert knew that his dad had quite sensitive feet. It always fascinated him
that such a strong part of the body, a part that supports the entire weight
of a man, can be so soft and sensitive. This contradiction just increased
his fascination with his dad's feet. The highly sensitive soles of his
dad's feet would allow an interesting feedback mechanism to develop between
dad and son. As the son's tongue eagerly pokes and licks his dad's soles,
two sensations naturally develop in the father. One is an erotic, arousing
sensation from the stimulation of the nerve endings that are abundant in
the soles. Another is a ticklish sensation that, in a man with sensitive
soles like Robert's father, can be slightly irritating. A good way for the
father to deal with this latter sensation is to stimulate his mighty
fatherly cock. This would allow the licking of the soles to provide an
overall pleasurable sensation in Robert's father, as long as his cock was
getting much-needed stimulation. Simply put, the more aggressive the
sole-licking, the more aggressively dad must fuck mum to get the maximum
pleasure out of the scenario.

The feedback mechanism worked well between Robert and his dad. Initially,
Robert applied slow and gentle licks to his dad's soles. This spurred his
dad to slowly and gently fuck his wife as the ticklish sensation was minor
at this point. Robert wondered, as his gaze moved up over the hairy calves
and strong, meaty thighs of his dad, to the dark regions beneath the sheets
that were inaccessible to him, what the order of things was. He wondered
whether the kisses and licks to the smooth, strong, sensitive dad-soles
caused his dad to get hard first, or whether it was his mum's presence that
got his dad aroused initially. This uncertainty added to Robert's
frustration and made him apply hungrier licks to the soles beneath him. At
this stage, it was clear that his dad was directly on top of his mum, and
his feet appeared to react quite eagerly to the situation. His toes would
curl more often now; sometimes the whole set of five toes would crunch in
unison. Sometimes the toes would curl or spread individually. Robert had to
wonder what triggered these reactions from his dad.

Now sex is all about movement. Sometimes, his dad would not move his legs
and feet much, meaning Robert could stay in one position as he gave long,
wet licks to the massive soles. He particularly loved the strong, masculine
toes that were like mini-dicks to him. He loved each and every one of them
and would go into toe-licking frenzies sometimes, his youthful tongue
forcing their way into the tight spaces between the meaty toes. His tongue
was like a wet, slimy dick that was fucking the tight spaces between the
strong toes, mini-dicks themselves, like sensitive extensions of his father
made just for him to worship.

"Mum might have one big dick inside her," he thought, "but I have five on
each foot to worship."

As Robert's mind thought about the tongue bath and toe-fucking he was
giving his dad, he heard a wet sex noise further up on the bed and his mum
made a loud noise that sounded like a combination of relief and pleasure.
This made Robert certain that his dad had penetrated her and it was further
confirmed by the repeated thrusting motion that he saw and felt.

A feeling that he recognized as jealousy swept through his young body. The
thought of his fully erect dad deep inside his mum made him feel left out.
As a natural reaction, he increased the intensity of his foot worship.

It was like he was telling his dad, "What about me? Do you appreciate my
tongue on your perfect, golden soles?"

Of course, there would be no answer.

As the fuck session continued, Robert's dad would move his feet around a
lot more and they became a lot more expressive. The toes would crunch and
stretch more often, those movements often correlated with changes in his
thrust patterns and almost always accompanied by the deep, masculine groans
of a conqueror dealing with his victim. He loved hearing his dad groan in
pleasure, more so than the helpless cries of his mum.

He also enjoyed the foot-chase, i.e., never knowing in what direction his
dad would jerk his foot next. Men always love the chase. That is a
universal truth.

"Make it hard for me, dad," he thought, grabbing one of the feet with his
two hands. He was amazed at the sheer strength of his dad's legs. Grabbing
his dad's feet with both hands did not stop him from wrenching it out of
his son's eager hands if he so desired. His thrusts were becoming more
aggressive now and his feet were twisting into interesting shapes that
caused more precum to drip out of Robert's dick. He buried his face into
the soles, pressing his nose into them and pushing out his tongue as far as
he could reach, attempting to cover as much area of man-foot as he possibly
could. The soles were completely covered with saliva at this point in the
late morning ritual. They glistened in the sunlight and Robert's balls
pulled up tight against his body. He imagined his dad's balls were doing
the same.

All three people in the bedroom were in sexual ecstasy at this point. Mum
and dad were groaning and the wet sex noises of dick going in and out of
pussy were becoming too much for Robert to bear.

"I love your feet, dad," Robert exclaimed, directly into the big soles in
front of his now sweaty, passionate face.

Dad shifted again, this time in a dominant position over Robert's mum that
could only mean one thing. He was about to blow his load inside her. Robert
knew he didn't have much time. He jumped up on the bed and placed his
moist, leaky dick directly onto his dad's left sole, the base of his
dickhead at the point where the arch rises up to meet the heel, a natural
little hill that would provide the perfect pressure. Robert wrapped both
hands tight around his dick and dad's left foot, to make sure that his dick
was locked into place. This time it was done with all of his strength
because he knew that the orgasmic thrusts of his dad would kick him right
off the bed if he wasn't careful. This was the closest thing to bull-riding
he would engage it, and his dad's foot was indeed like an angry bull when
he was busy thrusting away.

Robert's balls were resting against the ball of his dad's feet. He loved
the pounding that his balls got when his dad fucked away as the thrusting
energy reverberated in the foot, which was in turn transferred to Robert's
dick and balls. His mum was receiving his dad's dick at one end of this
situation, but Robert was getting his own dick fucked, in a sense, by his
dad's massive foot. His entire dick was now pushed hard against the smooth
soles of his dad's left foot and there was no going back.

His dad suddenly made a different kind of sex noise. It was a long, loud
groan accompanied by toe-crunching that tickled the base of Robert's balls.
His dad was cumming. Robert looked down to see his own dick covered by
precum and saliva. It was only now he noticed that all the vibrations from
his dad's feet thrusting back against his cock had pulled back his foreskin
completely. His hard, reddened sex organ was completely exposed and naked.
No artificial lubrication was necessary as the saliva on the soles and the
precum was more than enough to allow his dick to slide along the soles. The
sight was too erotic for him.

Seconds after his dad came, Robert's balls pulled tighter against his body
than they ever had in his life. He thought they were going to go back into
this body. A warm, almost feverish sensation passed through his dick as
string after string of hot, adoring semen gushed out of his dickhead. The
first spurts were so violent that his dad's heel provided no obstacle to
them and they ended up on his dad's hairy thighs and calves. Robert's
orgasm never seemed to end. He was almost paralyzed with lust as he
helplessly watched his dick spasm over and over. Thick gooey semen
collected on his dad's heel and began to drip down over the rest of his
slick sole and onto the bedsheets.

His dad collapsed on top of his mum and Robert coaxed the final drops of
semen from his own dick by rubbing his dickhead in the cum-covered heel. It
was extremely arousing to feel the wet semen between his softening dick and
the heel that he had worshipped eagerly for over an hour.

The clean-up portion of Robert's fantasy involved his mum carefully licking
and swallowing the cum that he had delivered onto his dad's foot. But first
Robert would watch with fascination as his mum moved initially backward on
the bed, allowing dad's dick to come out of her with a wet plop. She would
then sit way up at the head of the bed, pussy out of sight of Robert, and
dad would lick some of his cum out of her. From Robert's vantage point, he
just saw his dad's muscular shoulders and head working on extracting and
swallowing his own love-juice.

Robert then watched her go back under the sheets, except this time with her
feet at the head of the bed. Robert realized that she was now giving dad's
dickhead a nice shine with her mouth, although he couldn't see it. Finally, her
head poked out from the sheets near dad's thighs. Like a hunting dog, she
used her sense of smell and taste to locate all the drops of Robert's semen
that had fallen on dad's leg and feet. She started from the thighs, her
tongue working her way through the manly hairs, groaning with eagerness
when she swallowed some of her son's cum.

Robert's favorite part was when she reached the big meaty soles that he
loved so much. He watched as she opened her feminine mouth and tried to
engulf dad's massive manly heel, swallowing the largest portion of Robert's
load. She did not stop there. She followed the river of cum down the rest
of the soles, down to where they collected at the toes, her tongue darting
left and right with determination. She found some cum along the sides of
dad's foot and sucked on that eagerly as well. Robert was impressed with
her thoroughness but knew that only he could truly appreciate the
magnificence of his dad's foot.

End Robert's Fourth Fantasy.

End of part 2