Your Dad Married a School Teacher! (A Taboo Bedtime Story) -..

Your Dad Married a School Teacher! (A Taboo Bedtime Story) - Part 2 It had been almost a week since that fateful night on your knees at the foot of my bed… Taking in every beautiful inch of my stunning, sweaty, delicious sleeping soles, and your mind was fluttering in foot fetish obsession! A fever for the look, scent, taste and feel of my soles clouded every thought you attempted to have! My toes and overall foot beauty was in your head too, but it was the perfection of my soles that had pierced your heart with the bottomless desired that you now grappled with! My high arches! The softness and plumpness of my heels and soles! The delectable wrinkles painted all over them, as if there for the very purpose to cum for! To cum on!!? Oh my, just the thought broke your little heart! It was all too much for that frantically horny mind of yours!! You had made sure to keep a close eye on me every night around bed time, especially on a night your father was away for work, and ESPECIALLY on a day when I taught barefoot in my converse! Anything I put on my feet looked amazing, but the smell and taste of my soles that night fresh out of those converse? Indescribable! The nights had gone by and it began to feel like that orgasmic worship you had with my tired, sweaty, sexy feet, might have been a once in a life time thing! Each night you had crept past my room since, found you standing at a closed door with zero light coming out from within. Had I woken up while you were mouth fucking my pretty feet? Had I experienced the whole thing, and was now just doing my very best to avoid it? No, that couldn’t be! You refused to believe it! Still, you felt this growing distance with the hope that you would ever have your way with my feet again! A one off?! Oh how cruel world! It felt like a tale from a greek tragedy or something! It was in this realization that you made the firm decision, that you will NOT settle with such a fate! No, no, your love for my feet would not end in tragedy! And so, you made yourself a promise, that later tonight, no matter what, you would have my feet once more! As if the universe was in agreement, you watched me leave for work that same day in a pair of very sexy high heels! The straps wrapped around my beautiful heels, practically spot lining the fact that there was a clear visual distinction between the creamy white of the tops of my feet, and the remarkable cotton candy pink of my soles! The fact that some of my sole wrinkles trickled around, and could be seen from the side of my foot, made you simply shake your head in awe! Still, as insane as I just drove you, watching me leave, it was a sign! If my feet smelled and tasted as good as they did in converse, how good would they be in those heels?! Plus, my high arch being flexed all day from said heels?! You thought of your tongue slowly gliding up my flexed, wrinkled arches, and you had to put down your morning coffee, to go tend to the raging erection now straining in your jogging pants! The late hours of the night couldn’t come soon enough, but when they FINALLY did, you were ready! Any doubts or fears you had, of going through with your plan, had been obliterated when you saw me kick off those sexy heels when I got home! The beautiful curve of my soft, wrinkled arch, held it’s high shape as they left the heels, and you could literally SEE just how hot and tasty my feet were! My feet were made for your fetish! Fuck, feet like mine were the reason the foot fetish even evolved into the human existence in the first place! You crept to my room at 2am, having read that this was statistically the most likely time for the average human to be fast sleep… Face to face with my closed door once more, this time you grabbed the handle, gently turned it, and stepped into the heart pounding unknown of your step momma’s room… To Be Continued… xoxo -Your Amazing Step Mom 🥰