Alan cheered and threw his hands in the air as the crowd around him erupted in applause. He peered out onto the soccer field at the celebrating group of girls. Jumping and screaming around the center of attention was Alan's own daughter, Angela. She had just scored a crucial goal to break the tie with only two minutes remaining in the match.
The coach rallied the girls back into position for the remainder of the game. Play started and the opposing team put up a valiant effort but came up short. Angela's team secured victory and cleared the field with celebratory cheers. Alan chatted with a few spectators to kill time, until retreating to the parking lot to wait for his daughter.
Soon enough she emerged from the field's facilities and spotted her father waiting by the car. As she approached, Alan took in the sight of the young co-ed. The five-four, twenty-one-year-old had long sandy brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her bright smile and aqua blue eyes glistened in the sun as she walked, complimenting her pale skin. Her figure was slim down to her waist where her years of playing soccer showed their marks. Her thighs were thick and toned, accompanied by a round ass that jiggled with only her most extreme movements. A few scars dotted her otherwise perfect skin down her shapely calves to Alan's favorite part of his daughter, her size six-and-a-half feet.
As Angela approached she broke into a sprint and jumped into her father's arms. "I did it Dad, I did it!" She exclaimed.
"I saw hun, that was all you," Alan replied as he gave her a bear hug and spun her around. "That was amazing."
He dropped her down and grabbed her bag, opened the car door, and tossed it in.
"How about we go somewhere to celebrate?" He asked.
"Aww, I want to but I'm beat," Angela replied with a groan. "Maybe we can go home and rest a bit then go out later?"
"Sounds good, you probably want to change and shower anyway huh?" He replied.
"Oh yea," Angela answered as she hopped in the passenger seat, "A shower would be amazing right now."
Alan climbed into the driver's seat and took off towards home. Alan was your average middle-aged dad. Not in great shape, but not bad. Still a full head of short brown hair and a clean-shaven face with the same skin tone as his daughter. His dark brown eyes were the opposite of his daughter's crystal blue, which she had gotten from her mother.
Erin had died when Angela was very young and Alan had done his best to raise their daughter the way she would have wanted. He had been a loving, protective parent all her life, though recently he had started to see her in another way, one no parent should ever see their child. With each passing day, Angela reminded him more and more of Erin, and Alan found himself becoming attracted to her.
He fought the feelings best he could, but with no other women in his life and such a close relationship with her, Alan was falling for Angela. First, it was little things: her finding her way into his sexual fantasies, looking at her a bit longer than he should be when she was doing yoga or had just come out of the shower in a towel. But soon Alan was digging through dirty laundry and smelling her panties, or stealing his favorite items, her socks. Alan had a foot fetish and hadn't acted on it since his wife passed so he satisfied himself by stealing Angela's dirty socks and jerking off with them, filling them with his cum. He did all the laundry so he never had any fear of being caught, perhaps he had become too careless.
Angela swung open the door to their house, kicked her shoes off, and made her way straight towards the bathroom upstairs. Alan followed in behind her, closing the door and dropping her bag, he called out, "Hey Ange, can you leave your dirty clothes outside the bathroom, I wanna do a load right away."
"Sure, dad" she called out as she stepped inside the bathroom and swung the door, leaving it slightly ajar.
Alan peaked up at the door to make sure it was closed and grabbed one of her soccer cleats. He brought it up to his face and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of leather soaked in sweat for hours on end. He felt his manhood being brought to life with one whiff. The odor tickled his nose and pulled him back for another. He began growing a bulge as the aroma overtook him.
He was suddenly shaken from his state by Angela shouting, "OK dad, all set!" And dropped her cleat. He hurried upstairs and walked towards the pile of clothes on the floor outside the bathroom door. He inspected the loot as he approached: her team jersey and shorts, compression shorts, and long white socks with orange stripes at the top.
Alan bent down to pick up his haul when he noticed the door was slightly cracked open. Had Angela forgotten to close the door, or was this an invitation? Alan's sexual urges fought his fatherly instincts on how to react to this situation. The erection in his pants won the battle for him and he stood up and carefully peaked through the crack in the door into the bathroom.
As Alan looked in he was greeted with a wondrous sight. Angela's bare backside was in full view for him. She was standing at the sink idly offering him the perfect chance to ogle her. Her toned back slid down to her firm tight ass and chiseled thighs that left a tiny bit of space between each other. From Alan's angle, he couldn't see the reflection of her in the mirror but he burned the image of her rear into his brain; and, before his luck ran out, stepped away from the bathroom door and headed back downstairs.
Alan's heart was racing. He couldn't believe his luck. Seeing his perfect daughter, the subject of all his latest sexual fantasies, in her birthday suit was the most action he'd had in years. His cock was about ready to burst out of his pants by the time he reached the laundry room. Normally he'd wait till he got to his room to enjoy himself but he was aroused beyond words and couldn't wait a second longer.
Alan dropped his pants and slid one of Angela's socks around his throbbing shaft. He took her shorts and other sock and brought them to his face to breathe in her scent. Her sweaty, musty foot and crotch filed his nostrils and fueled the rapid pumping of his hand on his sock-covered dick. He'd never been so aroused before, he could feel his orgasm approaching already. He was in an absolute state of bliss, nothing could ruin his moment except.
Angela… Wrapped in a towel in the doorway… Eyes wide and mouth agape… Holding a pair of lycra leggings.
Alan felt as if he had swallowed his heart and his throat had collapsed into his stomach. He dropped her shorts and sock but still stood there with his dick in her other one in his hand. He tried to talk but couldn't make a sound, he just stared at his precious girl that had just caught him betraying her.
"I.. just wanted to make sure this got washed…" Angela said, dropping her clothing to the ground. She backed up out of the door and disappeared.
Alan felt as if his world just imploded. Did he just ruin his relationship with his daughter, or could he come up with some explanation she'd believe? Whatever was going to happen he was already here, so he figured he might as well finish it off. He grabbed the lycra and brought it to his face and huffed them. He restarted stroking himself and very quickly reached orgasm and filled her sock with his seed. He loaded the washer and started it, then went off to his room to hide.
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A few hours passed and Alan felt he had come up with reasoning good enough for Angela to not hate him completely. How it wasn't about her, how he just missed the smell of a woman, how it was the first time it's happened, and other nonsense. He crept out of his room and searched for Angela to no avail, she must have gone out. Alan loaded the washed clothes into the dryer and sat down on the living room couch to wait for her.
It only took a few minutes for the front door to open and Angela to walk in.
"Hey Ange," Alan said standing up to greet her, "can we talk for a minute?"
"Yea, ok." She replied softly, going around and sitting on the chair next to the couch. She was wearing a tank top, jogging shorts, and running shoes.
Alan reseated himself and took a deep breath. He looked up at her and began, "I'm sorry hun. I screwed up. I had a moment of weakness and I made a mistake. It's just been so long that your mother's been gone and I… I just-"
"It's ok," Angela cut him off, "Don't worry about it. I thought about it a lot on my walk. I'm not mad, it was just kind of shocking to see. I know you haven't dated since mom died, you've been so busy taking care of me. I know you're probably lonely, so I get it."
Alan was shocked at how well it was going, "Um, yeah. I really do miss her a lot. And it's got nothing to do with you, it's just the scent of a woman, hormones, and stuff, biology."
"Yea, just… as long as you wash everything after, I don't really mind if it makes you happy," she replied.
"Uh, are you serious?" Asked Alan.
"Yea," she responded, "I mean I know it's pretty weird, but if it helps you I don't think it's a big deal. You're so busy with work and me, I know you don't have a lot of time to meet someone. I want you to be happy. So if it's either this or you start dating again… Well I can help with at least one of them."
Alan was dumbfounded, he couldn't think of what to say next.
Angela stood up and began to walk away but stopped and reappeared asking, "Just one thing I'm curious about. Why were you using my socks?"
Angela had been so receptive to everything thus far so Alan didn't feel the need to hold back saying, "Well Ange, I have… a foot fetish. I'm very attracted to feet and their smell so… socks are perfect for that.
"Huh… I've heard of that but never met any guys who were actually into it." She responded respectfully, "So used socks are probably like your favorite things then?"
"Yea, pretty much," Alan answered, looking away in embarrassment.
Angela plopped back down on the chair and began untying her running shoes. "Well, I just went for a walk and it's pretty hot out so these might be perfect," she said with a grin looking up at Alan.
Alan had a shocked expression. Was she directly giving him socks to masturbate with? What the hell was happening
Angela had finished untying her shoes and was about to pull one off when she stopped and grinned at her father. She lifted her legs up and placed her shoes on Alan's lap.
"Want to take them off for me?" she asked with a smile.
Alan didn't waste a second. He grabbed her right ankle and pulled her shoe around her heel and off. Then did the same with the left. He grabbed hold of his daughter's feet and firmly rubbed the soles with his thumbs.
"Mm," Angela let out a slight groan, then her eyes shot open and she stammered, "Wha- wait wait… that's why you're always offering to give me foot massages. Daddy, You perv!" she giggled."
Alan continued massaging her soles through the thin, damp blue fabric of her socks. He could taste her subtle flavor wafting up to his nose. "Well, they always made you happy. So what's wrong with something that makes both of us happy?" Alan replied.
"Nothing I guess. I can't believe I never noticed you getting erections before during them though," she said with a grin as her eyes glared at Alan's crotch, a clear bulge along his thigh in his loose shorts.
"Oh.. sorry hun," Alan said as his face turned red.
"You don't have to be sorry – like you said it's just biology right," Angela assured him, "It's not like your dick knows I'm your daughter."
Hearing his daughter talk about his dick energized Alan. He took both her feet and stripped her socks off, revealing her milky white, perfectly pedicured toes with natural nails. He gently ran his fingers over her smooth soles and over the tops of her ankles. Her skin was warm and slightly tacky, and he could smell her familiar scent teasing him.
