With a smile on my face, a satisfied body and a still tickling ear, I watched Lynn drive away with two-year-old Jason strapped into his car seat. I would be seeing her again in about a month. It has been that way since she got married and moved out four years ago at the ripe old age of twenty-seven. The mental picture of her tall, thin frame and her flowing blonde hair could only be displaced by my dick remembering how tight her cunt was and my taste buds remembering the sweetness of her always wet pussy. My ear tickled because right before she left, she had licked it and whispered that she was a little sore after her three-day visit. She knew that my fifty-eight-year old body needed a rest too but I hadn't admitted to that.
I walked to the backyard and sat down in the warm morning sun by the pool, reminiscing about the twenty-five years I have known Lynn. Her family had been the first to be my neighbors. Today, my five-bedroom home, on three acres, is surrounded by six other houses. Still it is too quiet. Back when my wife was alive and our four sons still lived at home the house was always full of noise, laughter, life and activity. Lynn always seemed to be around. Her parents fought a lot and she started escaping to our backyard when she was six. She had called me Mr. Linton for a while but started calling me Dad when she was seven. She renamed her "Ken" doll, "Jim" after me when she was eight. When she was eleven, I found her hiding and literally camping behind my workshop one cold April morning. I brought her inside; my wife fed her and got her to talk. She was afraid to go home. Both her parents were heavy drinkers, physically abusive and unpredictable. Lynn kept pleading through her tears, "Can I stay with you at your house?"
Later that day, I snuck out to go talk with Lynn's parents. They were about to loose the house, said they were staying together only for Lynn and were pretty blitzed at one in the afternoon. When I suggested they let me take on the financial obligations for Lynn and have her stay with me while they got some counseling and their finances back in order, they jumped at the chance. Three weeks later, I wasn't surprised when they just disappeared overnight. In any event, that is how Lynn became my only daughter.
Lynn was a tomboy and bonded more and more with me. I worked at home and she seemed interested in the dozens of projects I always had going. My sons were older and paid little attention to her. My wife was already sick and struggling against her pain.
By her sixteenth birthday, it was just Lynn and I in the big house. We were very relaxed and open with each other. I had the obligatory sex talks that a father has with a daughter; I heard her squeal when I would accidentally see her without a top; I disliked all her boyfriends and lost sleep when she had girl friends stay over, talk and giggle all night. At the worst, Lynn was easy to live with. She seemed to naturally share the work around the house. We never discussed it but one of us always had the food ready. From my wife, my art, my stories and my playfulness, she knew I was a very sexual and open man.
Except for her liking to sit too close while watching TV, life was normal until after her high school graduation and her eighteenth birthday. For weeks she was distant, almost morose and I heard her crying in her room several times. I finally sat her down and demanded to know what was wrong. God, there was a lot wrong and she was sure that I would be so disappointed in her that I would reject her forever.
First, she had gotten pregnant and then had an abortion six months before. Next, she was afraid to tell me that she did not want to go to college. I had pulled a lot of strings, even made a financial gift commitment, to get her into a nice private college. Lynn, at eighteen, was bright and personable but had been only an average student. She cried and clung on to me for two hours before I could get her to relax and listen to me.
"Lynn, you are the greatest joy in my life and I only want the best for you. We all make mistakes. I wish you had been open with me about the baby and I am disappointed. Whatever has or will happen, I love you, and you can count on me to no matter what. College? I wouldn't want you to do anything for me that would make you unhappy. I would like for you to talk to me about your plans and what you want to do."
She cried even harder. I just stayed quiet. I did not know anyway to help.
Lynn finally spilled the rest of her concerns. I had not communicated well. "Do I have to leave when I graduate? Would it be all right if I just found a job, stayed here with you, until I figure out what I want to do? I'm scared. You are all that I have."
Tears rolled down my cheeks. "Lynn, I love you living here and you can stay here as long as you want. You are my daughter. I am so sorry that you feel I have been pushing you out. Not once have I had such a thought."
"But, you have never dated since your wife died. I thought you wanted me to go off to college so you would have freedom. You have worked so hard to make that happen."
After another hour of working to close this unintentional rift, I had to have some relief. "Lynn, I need a break. Can we talk some more tomorrow and also do some fun things together?"
She nodded.
As I moved toward my large downstairs bedroom, I had to face one last hurt. "Lynn? The Baby? Was it a little girl or boy?"
"It was a girl."
She saw the tears in my eyes and hers welled up also. I continued off to bed.
Over the next few days, life got back to normal. Lynn and I were happy but wiser now. We shopped. I put feelers out for her to be an entry-level secretary/admin assistant. One of my biggest vendors finally came through and she began work.
About a month after that, we were dressed for our Saturday, having a rather late breakfast at home and talking about her new job. She was enjoying her work, was being accepted and was doing well. While she sat at the kitchen table talking away as I stood behind her with my coffee, absent-mindedly stroking her neck, enjoying touching her warm soft female skin. When she stopped talking, I realized she had rolled her head pressing her head into my hand. Shock went through my body. I pulled my hand away and struggled to say, "Lynn, I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. I love to hear you talk and love your company so much. I'm sorry." Then I retreated to my office before she could say anything.
A couple of evenings later, we were washing the dinner dishes together. I looked at Lynn and apologized again. She reached over and took my soapy hand and brought it to her neck, "No apology is necessary. I enjoy having you touch me."
For the first time in many years, I blushed. Lynn's words had settled between my legs. I let my eyes trace down her body. Her lips were wet and her nipples were erect. I bent down and kissed her closed lips. They parted slightly and I licked them. She sighed quietly.
