My mother and father named me Diane when I was born and I grew up in a very loving family. We were happy most of the time, but when there was sadness, we consoled each other and did whatever we could to support each other.
I continued to live with dad after mom died a few months ago. I encouraged him to go out, make friends, and date. I keep the house clean and do the usual things to keep the household running. Dad did go out on a date a few times, but he seemed unhappy.
I have a boyfriend named Bill. My relationship with him became sexual after we had dated three times. We only date about twice a week because I like to go out with others now and then I often stay out late at night, but I always come home to our house to sleep in my own bedroom. I usually get up to make breakfast for myself and dad before we both go to our jobs.
One night dad came home after dating a girl. I had just returned home after being in bed with Bill. I could see that dad had a few drinks and he looked so sad.
“Dad, you don’t look so good.”
“Diane, I feel like hell. I think I need another drink.”
It was Friday night and we didn’t have to get up early in the morning. If he needed more to drink to get him to talk, no problem. I went into the kitchen and mixed both of us a drink.
“Here, dad, sip this drink and tell me your troubles. As you know, we always pulled together whenever anyone had a problem.”
“I’m so despondent since your mom died. There isn’t any girl in this wide world that can take her place.”
“I agree with you. Mom was a wonderful mother to me.”
“I shouldn’t say this to you, but tonight I thought about sex with my date. She was more than willing, but I just couldn’t go through with it.”
“Dad, maybe it will take you a little longer to get used to being without mother. Surely, there are sexy girls out there your age who will appeal to you.”
I sipped the last of my drink and put the glass down.
“Dad, our drinks are gone. Let’s change into our night clothing and meet here in the living room for a night cap.”
When I returned to the living room, dad had already mixed drinks for us. He was sitting on the couch and I sat in a chair facing him. We talked about his problem with dating and some other things. He kept mentioning that no one could replace mom. He started weeping.
I got up to sit by him on the couch to hug and console him.
He sadly said, “I’m so despondent. I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here with me.”
“Dad, I love you and want to help you.”
“Yes, daughter dear, you are the only one I can rely on. If you ever left me, I might as well die.”
“I knew it was the drinks talking because he had always liked living and doing things.”
I hugged him tighter causing his head to slump to my bosom. I’m sure he could feel my breasts through my clothing. I was wearing a long night shirt that buttoned down the front.
By now he had stopped weeping and seemed to be resting comfortably in my arms. I wanted to make him feel better. What could I do?
I thought if he could feel my bare skin, it might make him feel a little closer to me and I could comfort him more. I unbuttoned the top buttons of my night shirt to expose the tops of my breasts. His cheek nuzzled between my breasts.
He softly said, “Diane, you are a very caring daughter.”
“Thank you, dad, for saying that.”
I thought it might make him feel even better if I unbuttoned another button. Now I was cuddling his head against more of my skin. I felt his nose touching one of my nipples, then realized I had completely exposed my breasts. That was alright with me if he was happy feeling this close to me.
Before I knew what was happening, he was kissing my nipple. My first instinct was to get up, but then I had compassion for him and let him continue. My nipple became hard and felt good. Then dad seemed to “wake up” and sucked on the other nipple. I didn’t know quite what to do. I couldn’t believe my dad was making sexual advances to me. Was he too drunk to know what he was doing? I held his head to my breast while he continued to caress my nipples. I was becoming sexually stimulated.
Then my mind wandered back a few years ago when I was a senior in high school and my big brother, Jim, was a freshman in college. He was a big jock in high school and had all the girls he wanted. But now in college he was a little fish in a big school. One day when we were home alone, he started teasing me for being a virgin. One thing led to another and I gave him a blow job. He wanted to fuck me, but I was afraid of getting pregnant. The next time we were alone, we both stripped off naked and did it in the six nine position. His cock was big and he shot gobs of cum in my mouth while I was having two or three orgasms.
After that second time, we often found ourselves alone, but I didn’t let him fuck me until a couple years later when I was on the pill. He was the one who took my virginity. Now he is married and we see each other often.
Before my brother married Susan, he told her he had a sexual relationship with me. She didn’t mind. Jim and Susan invited me over to their house for dinner. As the evening wore on and the drinks flowed, Susan enticed me into bed with her for my first adventure with a girl to girl situation. She gave me two pleasurable orgasms while I reciprocated. Jim became very sexually turned on watching. He soon had his turn to fuck me. He wildly rammed his cock in me and fucked me very fast. Susan was holding his balls and massaging our butts. His big cock seemed to get bigger as he was building up to blast in me. He yelled as he filled my pussy with a large amount of cum. His body shook and shivered until he finally calmed down. My orgasm was fantastic. Sex with Susan was great, but I really preferred Jim’s big hard cock in my mouth or pussy.
My mind returned to present situation with my dad. I was practically naked and my dad was nuzzling and sucking my breasts. I had always thought my dad was handsome but never had any sexual feeling for him because he was my loving father. He admitted that he has had no sex since mom died. What should a dutiful daughter do to help? I was not a virgin anymore and I was on the pill. Also, I liked sex very much. Bill and I were fairly matched in our sex desires, but, I didn’t know anything about dad. If I could have sex with my brother and his wife, what’s wrong by having sex with my loving dad?”
I decided to feel his cock. I found it very hard and exciting to hold. He squirmed when I squeezed it.
He said, “Diane, that feels good, but we better stop before we go too far.”
“Dad, you have always been so good to me. I want to please you and make you feel like living again. It worries me when you said you wanted to die.”
“I didn’t really mean that. I want to live and enjoy life. Diane, I want to see you get married and give me grandchildren.”
“I think I can help you enjoy living, Dad. You are a man and I’m a woman. You have raised me with loving care and always looked out for my welfare. Now I want to return a little of your kindness and love.”
He didn’t say anything. I assumed he was sexually excited enough to continue.
“Dad, stand up and let your pajamas drop down.”
While he was doing that, I quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons down the front of my night shirt. I noticed he had a very big erection. It was pointing straight at my face since I was still sitting down. I held it, then licked the precum. I felt his body give a small sexual shiver. I took his cock in my mouth while holding his balls. He pushed it fully in with a jerk of his butt which nearly gaged me. I pulled back to lick around the head and go down on him as far as I could.
Without much notice, he began to shoot in my mouth as his body sexually spasmed. He became weak in the knees, so I put my arms around his butt to help steady him on his feet. I did my best to consume all his cum because I didn’t want any to drip on me or the couch. His cock finally quit jerking and started becoming smaller. I kept it in my mouth to savor the remaining cum until cock nearly fell out.
