"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."
When Val balked as the blood drained from her face, her frail mother sat up and shook her violently before slapping her sharply. "Stop it! You must do this! Have you not been listening to what I have said? If you want a roof over your head; food in your stomach; clothes on your back; and the ability to go to college; you will do this! If you want to keep our home and save your father from ruin, you must not let our father be forced to find another woman. If he does, I know that he and you will suffer! Val, on this you must believe me."
Falling weakly back to her bed, her mother whispered, "Yes, Valerie, I know that we are taught that incest is wrong. But, there are times - and this is one - when it is a necessity. Understand this, you must take charge of the man in this family - your father. You must replace me.
"Your father will resist you because you are his daughter and he loves you. But, don't let your father talk you out of it or deny you! He will be a fool in the time of his despair and not know what is good for him. You must become me...persuade and control him...as I have done. Let him think he is making the decisions while all the time it will be you. Do this for me, daughter."
"Mom knew that as a teenager, I wouldn't jump into my father's bed. But she constantly reminded me of my promise that if I loved Dad, I would do it; and subtly made me understand that if I loved her, I would do it. It didn't happen overnight, but before she died, Mom laid out a detailed plan of seduction for me to follow. Having lived with her husband for so long, Mom predicted how he would react at every step along the way. She gave detailed instructions as to what I needed to do; how i was to do it; and made me rehearse as best as we could for the foreseeable future."
"Thinking back to that period constant instruction and preparation, I was amazed has how docilely and obediently I did what Mom asked, never once questioning or refusing. I just listened, learned, and understood. I knew that when the time came, I would do what Mom wanted and that wherever she was, she would be happy. Then with her dying breath, Mom squeezed my hand and told me that I was now the woman of the family."
In the days following her Mom's passing and burial, her forty-one-year old father began to unravel, doing exactly what Val's mother had foreseen. Before her nineteenth birthday, Val knew that if she was to stop her father's downward spiral, she would have to do what her Mom had prepared her for - the seduction of her father. She knew that if she didn't, there was a good chance that their family, home, and house would be gone. So, on a hot Saturday afternoon, Val set her mother's plan in motion and in so doing, accepted her lot in life
Val could remember how she stood naked before her full-length mirror on the afternoon of that fateful day.
"Well, I'm nothing much to look at...almost nineteen and I've never had a boyfriend. The few dates that I've had were more because my girlfriend wanted to go out with a guy who happened to have a friend. I'm told that without my glasses that I'm not bad looking...and look like Mom when she was my age...maybe I'll get contacts. But, I can't change my height, and unless I do some serious exercise or resort to some selective surgery (which I not), I'm not going to change my body shape.
"My breasts are - well - small. But, at least I have something that sticks out even if it's not much. I wish there was more, but I guess I have will have to do. My areolas are soft puffy mounds from which my nipples rise to give my boobs a conical appearance. I remember when I lamented my breast size, Mom used to say, 'Anything more than a mouthful is a waste' and 'What man can resist a woman's naked breasts?' Still, I wish I had more."
