"God, I love watching Dad cut the grass. For a forty-two-year-old man, he's really buff. Look at those ripped abs, chest, and bare back glistening in the afternoon sun. I just love his muscular legs, and the way his shorts hang low on his hips...hmmm...exposing the top of butt crack. But, most of all I really do love that bulge in the front of his shorts...and what's making it.
"Shit, Val, you're getting yourself hot just thinking about your father. He's so insistent on using a push-mower...says it gives him a workout...exercise. Like he needs that, huh? I can think of better ways that he can exercise...yeah...like what he did to me, his daughter...last night in bed. Oooh, did Dad sweat when he did push-ups and hip-thrusts between my wide-spread legs."
Valerie shifted in her front porch seat as if to ease that tingling sensation and growing dampness in her crotch of her panty-less shorts. Blessed with a pleasant face and a shy but friendly personality, she was a nineteen-year-old of Japanese descent who was more that of your next-door girl than your striking Oriental beauty queen. Standing a little under five-one, Val was petite with modest breasts, a trim waist, curved hips, and slender legs. At first glance, she struck you as an ideal daughter, nice and wholesome, but, as they say, "Looks can be deceiving."
"God, Dad and I have been so close but since Mom's passing. Many people say that we are inseparable...which is kind of true...considering just how often Dad has stuck his hard dick into me. Oh, if people only knew what happens inside our house, they say that we're so sick, so perverted, and so goddamn incestuous. But, to us, it somehow is so right for our little family. But, how did it begin?"
Leaning back into her chair, Val let her thoughts drift back to the period before her mother's death.
"We were always a small close-knit family to many people
," Val thought reflectively,
"just Mom, Dad, and me. Mom always took care of us...catering to us... especially Dad whom she loved and worried about above all else.
"Then the worst possible happened. I was eighteen when Mom was diagnosed as having terminal cancer. She didn't tell us at first, not wanting to worry us about how advance her condition was and how she had declined treatment. I think it was her silly way of 'if you pretend it's not there' thinking - her desperate hope for a miracle. Mom never told us of the pain that she been having in the beginning. But by the time the pain became too much and we found out, it was too late.
"Of course, Dad went into sudden shock and immediate denial. The impending loss of his Mona, his wife and lover, was more than he could bear. This, I think, caused Mom even more grief and pain as she worried about the only man in her life and what would happen to him after she died. It was then that Mom began sitting with me...telling me...preparing me...for what I needed to do."
Val and her Mom had always been close. Many, especially her father, said that Val was a younger version of her mother in looks, mannerisms, and attitude. That's why Val instinctively knew to pay attention when her Mom began her mother-daughter talks - speaking to Val in her patterned "this-is-the-way-it-is" tone of voice.
"Val, you've been a good girl and daughter. But now even though you're only eighteen, you need to become a woman when I'm gone." When Val tried change the discussion from that of her mother's impending death, she was sharply rebuked and bluntly reminded of the facts of life.
"I will die, Val, and all too soon! My time is short, so don't waste it on such silliness! When I'm gone, you need to be me and take over." To this, Val interjected that she would do the cleaning, cooking, and washing. However, her mother abruptly cut her off. "Girl! You're not listening to me! Taking care of your father's 'needs' means 'more' than all of that!"
How livid and animated her frail mother was as she gasped for air and struggled to continue. "Your father is a hard-working, physically strong, and impetuous man...the breadwinner for and man of our family. I was just his stay-at-home wife who satisfied his needs and took care of him because your father - sad to say - couldn't survive without a woman.
'When I'm gone...which will be soon...Masa, your father, will at first drink himself silly to drown his grief. He then will neglect himself, and finally lose track of things to include going to work...our home...and even you.
"Your father has powerful physical urges more than anything else. I was about your age when I met him and he had a wandering eye of the ladies at the time. Your father loves me, but I kept him from straying by bedding him - often, vigorously, and in unexpected ways. My mother always told me as I'm telling you now, "It is hard for a man to wander when his woman holds his manhood in her body."
"The worse part after I am gone will when Masa will need to relieve his sexual urges. He is still young and attractive...and is bound to meet some woman... probably in a bar...who will take advantage of his grief and need. You cannot let that happen, Val. If you do, you will get a step-mother who will not control his wild impulses as I have these many years...or worse...twist your father around her little finger. I have seen such women ruin a widower and wreck his home and family. You must not let this happen! Promise me this, Val!"
Val vividly recalled how with tears in her eyes, she promised her mother to listen and obey her dying wishes especially those about taking care of her father. When asked if she would do whatever was necessary to keep her promise, Val swore she would.
"My poor little girl," her mother bemoaned, "you've never had a boyfriend...never known love. It's a shame that this must be forced upon you so soon." Then after a deep breath and a long pause as pain spiked through her, her mother uttered, "You must remember to do what is necessary to love and protect your father. Valerie - you must become me. You must take my place...and become your father's wife...in all ways...to include... taking care of his...sexual...needs."
