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As I stare at my daughter's sweat damp foot I decide to just give her foot a simple lick. As my tongue hits the arch of her foot I am greeted by the surprising taste of sweetness. A sweetness that for the life of me I would have never thought a foot would have. This sweetness paired perfectly with her sweat as strange as it sounds. When I first came to see her feet today I assumed I was gonna gag at the taste of her foot, but now I can't seem to tear myself away. Her feet were just so addictive that I had found myself wanting to sit here for hours just taking in their sweet salty taste.

"Wow mommy are my feet that good?" My daughter coos down to me. I am almost startled by her voice having been so lost to her own feet. I almost didn't even realize her call me mommy. "They are amazing sweetheart." I practically screech like a **** teen at a boy band concert. "Glad you like them so much." She coos back as I try to hop back up to her feet. "Ah ah ah." She says in a taunting tone as she pulls her feet away. Seeing her bury her feet back into her shoes almost breaks my heart I am ashamed to say. "I need to head out here soon." She says as she gets up from the couch. Despite having a good few minutes with her feet I can't help but drop to my knees "Wait sweetie." I call out kneeling before her. "Do you think your mommy could have some more time with your feet." I ask **** for another taste of her feet. "Well maybe there is." She begins to say. "If you are willing to submit to me."

I am soon hit with another case of dizziness. Once it fades I look up at my daughter. Even though she's only eighteen and I have raised her, she towers over me in such a commanding way. I know mother shouldn't become submissive to her daughter, but at this moment I can't imagine myself anywhere but under her foot. "Yes my sweetheart. Tell me how your mommy can serve you." I say as I feel my cheeks flush with humiliation. "Heh well when I get home tonight I want you to be nice and ready for me. That means I want to see you in some nice thigh high socks so I may also have a taste of you pretty piggies. I also want you to have a nice lacy pair of panties on too. If your panties are nice and wet when I get home you can have first taste got it." She explains. I am shocked by her requests. Thigh high socks, Panties that are soaked. How could a mother ever present herself to her daughter like that. As I look up at her domineering physique I know I am powerless to say no to her. "I understand Sweetie Mommy will be prepared for you." She pats me on the head as I watch her walk out the door. The pat alone had me practically leaking from excitement. Sadly I wasn't in a pair that would please her.