Fun With Frilly Socks and Mary Jane Shoes

As I walked into the bathroom to take my evening shower I noticed that my
daughter's cute pink mary jane shoes and a pair of her white frilly socks
were laying on the small dressing bench. The socks had each been
separately placed just inside each shoe's opening with great care,
certainly not the usual way she would have normally removed and discarded
them by flipping the shoes off in 2 different directions and then pulling
off the socks, turning them inside out and balling them up. No....this
seemed as if tender loving care had been given to the delicate items. So
unlike my daughter.

I didn't think much more of it as I was taking my shower, but when I
stepped out grabbing my towel from the hook above the dressing bench, my
gaze was again drawn to those sweet shoes and socks. As I dried myself
off I thought back to all the times I'd seen Michelle wearing them, or
other similar socks and shoes. She has been a pageant girl since she was
6 years old and these were part of the outfits she's worn. Although she's
still a pageant girl, she doesn't usually wear outfits quite as
frilly anymore. I couldn't even remember how many times my wife and I had
attended her pageants...cheering her on....being so proud of the many
times she won a crown. And even when she didn't. It is quite expensive,
buying all the pretty pageant dresses and accessories. Plus a lot of time
and expense is spent traveling all over the area, sometimes having to
drive hundreds of miles. But it is always fun and rewarding because we
are so happy that Michelle has something she is so interested in and is
so good at.

I'm sure I'd seen these very socks and shoes many times as she paraded
around the stage in front of the judges and audience, doing her well
rehearsed routines. At times I could hardly recognize her because of her
heavily made up face and glamorous dresses. She always appeared older
than she was, but the tip-off that she wasn't mature at all was always
the fact that she had on such girly anklets and strap shoes. Yes....only
pretty young girls wore those things. Usually, anyway.

After I had completely dried myself off I couldn't help myself as I
suddenly felt drawn to those shoes and socks. Always before they were
just things that I saw Michelle wearing and nothing more. But tonight was
different.....much different and I felt a shiver hit me as I picked up
one of the sock-filled shoes. It was as cute a shoe as one could imagine.
Pink with a lustrous look that reflected almost like a mirror. There was
a diamond shaped area right over the toe portion that consisted of
several small tear drop cut-outs with accents that looked like tiny
little flower petals surrounding each opening. The single instep strap
had similar cut-outs and the effect was to make what was certainly a very
feminine shoe even more girly and delicate. Since the sock was still
inside the shoe I could see that the thin nylon of the sock could just
barely be seen through those small openings.

I couldn't understand what was coming over me as I continued to study my
daughter's pretty things. I removed the slighty damp frilly sock from the
shoe and a sweet, delicate, yet intoxicating smell wafted towards my
nostrils. It wasn't the normal pungent odor of a worn sock but more of a
fresh fragrance of the youthful sweaty feet that had worn them just a
short time ago. The sock wasn't dirty at all most likely because the shoe
had been worn constantly with it. I laid the sock down and then took a
close look at the inside of the shoe. While these shoes had been worn a
lot it was still fairly easy to see the large brand imprint on the heel
of the insole that said 'Princess Belle by L'Amour'. I also saw, on one
side, 4 rows of small lettering that had almost been rubbed off from wear
but could still be read.The top row said 'Size 7 1/2'. The second row
said '100% Patent Leather Outside'. The third row said 'All Leather
Insole'. And the fourth row said '100% Satin Lining'. Peering into the
shoe it did indeed look very slippery and satiny indeed. I again felt a
shiver run through my body as I thought about how intimate I was getting
with Michelle's shoes. What was going on with me?

I then turned my attention to the sock. I couldn't have ever imagined my
being even remotely interested in such a feminine looking thing, yet here
I was holding it in my trembling hand. It was made of a very sheer and
sikly nylon fabric that almost seemed to be too delicate to allow a foot
to enter it without causing it to tear. The sock had been so carefully
removed that I could easily make out the indentations in the material
where the toes had left their mark. There was a heavy seam that was sewn
in just above where the toe area was. There was also diagonal stitching
on each side of the heel and what appeared to be a slightly darker
reinf***ement of the heel. The top of the sock had cuffs that were 3
layers of the most delicate lace I'd ever seen. The outer layer of lace
was a very light pink color that matched the color of the shoe. When
folded down, the area above the cuff had an adorable pink ribbon bow on
the outside that was drizzled with a row of tiny pearls on both ends of
the bow. This sock would have been heavenly to any sweet, femmy little
girl...but it shouldn't have been having the effect it was on me.

My pusle was racing and my penis had gone from just slightly stirring to
a full blown erection and was starting to drip profusely. This was
unnatural, unreal.....and yet amazingly exciting and a whole new
experience for me. Whatever it was that was taking control of my senses
told me to savor the moment regardless of how wrong it seemed to be. Did
I harbour some hidden shoe or foot fetish? What was causing me to get
turned on by my daughter's shoes and socks like this? Or was it due to
the events of this evening and odd coincidence of finding these things in
here on such an evening? Whatever it was, I was beyond worrying about it.

As I gazed down at the sock I could also see my bare feet on the floor
and a very impulsive thought hit me like lightning. I had to feel those
delicious looking socks on my own feet. I quickly sat down on the bench
and drew that flimsy white anklet over my foot. I could see my toes fit
almost exactly into the toe imprints left in them and I shivered as I
remembered who had worn them earlier. As I drew it over my foot I could
easily see my toes clearly through the thin nylon material and I
carefully made sure the thick seam was in place just above my toes. I
wasn't even sure it would fit me but the stretchy nylon material easily
conformed to the size of my foot as if it were made for me. As I pulled
it around my heel I could see that it did indeed have a slightly darker
white reinf***ement there and it almost looked sexy that way. I
remembered when my mom used to wear nylons that had a similar heel
reinf***ement way back when I was just a little boy. Strange that I even
remembered that. I guess it didn't mean anything to me back then. But it
sure did seem to matter now.

The sensations that were running through my body were unlike anything I'd
ever felt and my penis was drooling as never before. As I finished
pulling the sock on and turned the frilly cuff down to reveal the sweet
girly ribbon bow and tiny pearls I almost fainted. This was the most
erotic experience I'd ever had, and it was with Michelle's dainty socks.
Oh man....what was happening to me? My mind was trying hard to reject
what I was feeling, but my emotions and the physical sensations I was
having pushed me on. My feet looked very sexy, I thought. But how could I
possibly think it was sexy since it was my daughter's socks on my feet? I
guess the fact that I had HER socks on MY feet made it that way.
Whatever....I quickly gathered up the other anklet and again felt the
same pleasant sensations as I pulled it on my other foot.

I really wanted to wear those heavenly pink mary jane shoes too, but I
knew they were way too small for me. By this time my hand was pistoning
up and down my hard throbbing cock as I gazed at my sexy sock covered
feet, but I needed more. But what more? I pulled one of the shoes to my
face and started sniffing the inside of it. It was still slightly damp
from the foot that had worn it for several hours earlier and I wanted to
smell more of that wonderful, intoxicating aroma I remembered from
sniffing the sock. It hit me like a ton of bricks....such a sweet yet
strong smell of girl feet lingering in well worn mary janes.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm As I started licking the inside of the shoe in order to
taste what I was smelling I also picked up the other shoe and started
rubbing it over my cock. I felt the strap slap against me and suddenly my
cock slipped into the shoe and was rubbing against that slippery satin
lining. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...what a feeling. I was still juicing a lot of
pre-cum, and that coupled with the effect of the slippery satin lining
was driving me over the edge. I pulled the shoe down hard over my thick
cock and it felt like a tight wet glove had just enveloped me. I was
stroking with it and it was tight and warm and slippery. This was the
best masturbation I'd ever experienced and I wondered how, or if, I'd be
able to stay away from these shoes in the future.

I kept looking at my frilly anklet covered feet.....oh luxuriating in how
heavenly they felt. My own socks would never feel right again I was sure.
And the aroma from the shoe that was filling my nostrils was inflaming me
more and more. My orgasm was rapidly building as I continued to stroke my
cock with the other shoe. The head of my cock completely filled the end
of the shoe and I could see glimpses of the purple head through the cut-
outs as it was sliding up and down in that heavenly silken trap. I hit my
peak and felt my semem surge and watched as it was f***ed out through the
shoe's tiny toe cut-outs. The f***e of my ejaculation and the fact that
there was no place for it to go except through the cut-outs of the 8 or
10 tiny openings propelled my semen out in several thin streams about a
foot in the air. It reminded me of when my wife was lactating and could
squeeze milk out of her nipples like that. It pulsed that way for 7 or 8
squirts and then just starfted oozing down the shiny pink patent leather.
It was undoubtably the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.

As I regained my senses I was in shock. That I had done such a disgusting
thing with Michelle's delicate items completely left me feeling guilty
and dirty. Plus I quickly needed to clean up the mess I had caused before
stains could form. Luckily none of my cum had hit the socks or the shoe
that was up against my face. But the other shoe was a mess of stringy,
clinging thick cum. As I examined it I was relieved that there wasn't
much mess inside the shoe since my semen had been f***ed out the cut-outs
to the outside. So it was actually quite easy cleaning up the mess that
was covering the patent leather. And it was so slick that it couldn't
absorb anything. Whew....that was close.

After cleaning the shoe I removed the socks from my feet. And even though
I had just orgasmed a few monents before and had felt nothing but guilt
immediately afterwards, as I slipped the smooth silky socks from my feet
I couldn't help but feel slightly aroused again at the sensation of nylon
on my skin. Wow....I wondered if I'd be able to recover from this new-
found interest and resist temptation in the future. I smiled a little
thinking 'as long as these things aren't left in the bathroom anymore
tempting me again I'll be OK.' Yeah......well maybe. We'll see. Hmmmmm.

I put my pajamas and robe on and placed the cute socks in the shoes as
best I could remember how they had been when I found them and left the
bathroom with them in hand. I sure didn't want to have to face them again
if I got up in the middle of the night! When I got to Michelle's room I
knocked and opened up the door just a slight bit. "So did you have fun at
Brittany's Halloween party tonight, honey? Didn't you miss going trick-r-
treating with Brian?"...referring to her b*****r.

"Brit's party was totally cool and we all had a blast. And daddy, I'm WAY
too old to trick-r-treat anymore...so no...I didn't miss it. But I'm sure
Brian had fun, huh? He sure looked good in his costume. I didn't think
he'd do it, did you?" And she sort of giggled.

"Well, sweetie...at my age not much surprises me anymore. You just never
know when someone's going to do things you thought they never would," I
said taking note of her pretty bare feet. And then I gazed at what I was
holding in my hands and felt my penis twitch. She said, "yeah, I guess
so" and turned back to what she was doing.

I then went to Brian's door and knocked and he said "just a minute!" I
thought that was strange and went ahead and opened it after a couple of
seconds. He was laying on his bed with his robe on looking very red faced
and flushed.
"Are you OK, son?"

"Uh...yeah dad....I'm, ah, OK. Was just doing some sit-ups and I'm sort
of hot."

Weird, I thought. Sit-ups in bed wearing a robe. O K. I glanced over
towards his closet and saw Michelle's pink pageant dress hanging on the
door. It had been her idea for his costume. I was surprised he'd gone
along with it so easily. "Soooo......how was trick-r-treating? You sure
looked cute in your little outfit."

"Awwww dad.......give me a break!!! The guys really gave me a hard time."

"Sorry, Brian. I'm sure they did but maybe they were just jealous. I
think it was very cool that you dressed up like that. Really, I mean it!
Takes a real man to do that. Oh...by the way......here's your shoes and
socks. You left them in the bathroom when you changed out of them. Best
you get them and that dress back to Michelle soon."

As I handed them to him and he reached out, his robe fell open and I saw
he had on a old pair of Michelle's frilliest, silkiest pageant panties.
They had lace and ruffles and ribbons all over them. And.......there was
a slight bulge and wet spot on the front. Wow...I had no idea she had
gotten him to wear those. Oh my. No wonder he was red-faced when I came
in. He must have been....I must have caught him.....oh my! And I
momentarily felt a little jealous as I wondered how he must feel wearing
them. Hmmmmm I quickly exited his room before either of us got
embarrassed further. As I left I glanced at the shoes and socks he was
holding and thought about what I had just done with them. He shifted a
little on his bed and his bare feet came into view. They were as pretty
and girlish as his s****r's. I suddenly remembered the sweet aroma that
had overwhelmed me a short time ago. Whew. And I suddenly felt a slight
bulge and wet spot too.


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1 year ago
That was a delightful read. :)
2 years ago
you nughty boy
2 years ago
very iteresting story hope you write the next chapter
Jay