And then my mother died.
We knew it was coming; she had been diagnosed with cancer a year ago. All the chemotherapy and radiation had taken a tremendous toll on her. I knew she and my father had not had intimate relations for many months.
The funeral was terrible--even worse than the other two funerals I had attended in the past few years--the one for my first lover, David, and the one for my friend Jessica's husband. Even though we anticipated my mother's death, it was still such a shock. My father fell apart.
Even my older brother, Michael, a psychologist, couldn't console my father. I knew Dad needed something to look forward to rather than dwelling on the past.
Mom said to Dad just before she died, "James, I want you to find another wife--soon. Do it for me. You need a woman to take care of and to take care of you." She said to me, "Sarah, I want you to take care of your father until he finds a new wife, and help him find the right one." She again addressed Dad, "James, one last request. I don't want you to marry unless Sarah approves your choice. She has good judgment--like me." He nodded, and then Mom passed away.
My father is very good looking for a man in his early fifties. He has only a bit of gray hair here and there, and he works out regularly and plays quite a bit of golf and tennis. Dad owns his own business, a large insurance agency with about a dozen employees. He makes his own hours and spent a lot of time with Mom from the diagnosis to the end. He looks quite distinguished in his dark suits, white button-down shirts, and conservative ties.
I have always suspected that Dad could have just about any woman he wanted, even ones my own age. I saw how the girls looked at him--like I looked at a few certain older men whom I found extremely attractive and sexy. Occasionally, I think about finding an older man to spoil and pamper me.
Most of my girlfriends flirted like crazy with my dad. He just ignored them, thinking it was just innocent playing. My best friend, Jenny, once 'accidentally' neglected to fasten her top when we were sunbathing on the back deck at my house. Dad got a very good look at her voluptuous melons. I couldn't help but laugh when he said so seriously, "Jenny, you are going to get a serious burn if you don't cover up." Then he turned and walked away.
Jenny got quite upset that my father ignored her. About a week after she flashed my father her tits, she and I cooked dinner at my house. My mother had gone to her ill sister's house for a couple days to help out. Dad walked into the kitchen as we tossed the salad. Jenny lifted up her skirt. She had gone commando that particular day. "Hey, Sarah's dad, what do you think?" Jenny cooed. "About my new tattoos?" She had a little heart tattoo high on the inside of each thigh. "Would you like to kiss my tattoos?"
My father replied, "I think you need a chastity belt, young lady. I don't think I'll be joining you two for dinner. My appetite has been ruined." He turned around, walked out of the kitchen, and out of the house for the evening.
Jenny sizzled and then asked me, "Sarah, what in the hell is wrong with your father? Is he gay?"
"No, he's not gay, Jenny, and I want you to stop trying to seduce him. Do I do that to your father? Flash my tits and pussy?"
"Sarah, my father is bald, fat, and stupid. Your father looks like a taller version of Michael Douglass, but cuter. So . . . I want to fuck him. What can I say?"
"Jenny, I insist that you to behave around my father!"
"Why? You want him, don't you, Sarah? You want to fuck your father. You always were Daddy's little girl."
"Jenny, you know I don't like that four letter word you have been using. The thought of me and my father like that has never crossed my mind, and I never want you to bring up this subject again--or you and I are history." Jenny never mentioned it again and did behave herself around my father from then on.
My father and I began to spend a lot of time together after Mom's death. We always did but even more now. He took more time off work. I took Dad to the old amusement park where I met my first love, David. Dad knew that David, a new friend of mine, had died, and that I went to the funeral. Now I told Dad the rest of the story. How David and I became lovers, and I lost my virginity. I cried, and I could tell he wanted to.
"Sarah, until this very moment I thought your first sexual experience was with that cop who went to prison for raping you. I'm so glad to hear that wasn't the case. David was such a blessing for you--to show you how it can be. How it should be. How it was with me and your mother."
"Yes, Dad, a blessing. We all need someone to love. You need a woman to love, Dad. That's what Mom said before she died, as I'm sure you remember. She said she wants you to marry again. Soon. And she said she wants me to help you find a wife, and for me to take care of you until then. Remember?"
"Of course I remember, Sarah."
"Well, Dad, what are you going to do about it? Nothing, if I know you. You need a date!"
"Sarah, I never cheated on your mother. The thought never crossed my mind. I haven't 'dated' for more than twenty-five years. I wouldn't know where to start."
"You know I'll help you, Dad."
He laughed. "Wonderful! Now Daddy's little girl is going to fix him up."
"I'm Daddy's big girl now."
"Yes, that you are, Sarah. A stunning, beautiful young woman. Lovely long red hair and blue eyes like your mother. And so smart too. I'm extremely proud of you, Sarah."
"I love you, Dad!" I think I surprised him with the kiss. Not your typical father/daughter kiss. I hugged him tightly.
"I love you too, Sarah. Very, very much."
I hugged him even tighter. My breasts pressed up against his chest. We held each other for many minutes. I cried. A few tears fell from his eyes. I pulled away when I felt his erection.
I knew Dad would never consider even for one minute participating in what I had been thinking about. I certainly couldn't talk to him about it first. No, I had to just do it. Then we could talk about it. I had been wavering back and forth, but when I realized that Daddy was sexually attracted to me I made up my mind that I was going to do it. Mom would want me to. She had told me to take care of Dad. He needed what I wanted to give him. He needed it badly.
My father slept in the nude--not that I ever saw him that way. Mom told me. He usually set his alarm for six. I set mine for five-thirty. When I woke I took off my pajamas and walked into his bedroom in just panties. Dad slept soundly on his back and he was covered to the waist by a sheet. I carefully pulled down the sheet. He didn't stir.
Daddy was near the edge of the bed. His side of the bed. I began to cry softly and silently, as I thought about the vacant other side of the bed.
I knelt by the edge of the bed, and I moved my head close to Daddy's penis. In it's flaccid state it looked good-sized, about as big as my first lover David's penis, but Daddy's looked a little thicker. I put it in my mouth to get acquainted and kissed and licked it, exploring the different textures, especially the roughish tender head and the soft skin of the shaft. It began to grow. I slowly put the head between my lips, and kept going until all of it was in my mouth. I began to suck very gently. He began to stiffen.
He woke. "Sarah . . . what . . .?"
I stopped with my mouth and used my hand. "Daddy, don't talk. Don't say one word. Not one. Please." He could only kind of nod. Yes, I was right. No man is likely to say 'stop' under these circumstances.
I slid my lips gently over my teeth for smooth sailing and began to suck. I mixed it up by licking the sensitive underside of his shaft and family jewels, and then I softly blew on the moistened areas. I gave my blowjob a hand, gripping his cock around the base and sliding my hand in tandem with my mouth. My father's heavy breathing and moans of pleasure told me I was on the right track.
"Oh . . . honey . . . ohhhh . . . ahhhh . . . my baby . . . ohhhh . . . oh . . . ohhhh . . ."
After only a few minutes, I could tell his climax was close. I began to deep throat him. All the way in, and all the way out--over and over as fast as I could.
"Oh God, honey . . . I . . . I . . . oh my God . . . ohhhh . . . I . . . oh . . . oh . . ."
Daddy began to thrust his hips upwards to meet my eager mouth. Deeper and deeper in my throat. All of him. When he was on the edge of orgasm, I practically stopped doing anything except hold him tight and let him thrust in and out of my mouth.
"Baby . . . oh my baby . . . ahhhhh . . . ohhhh . . . ahhhh . . ."
And then my father exploded spasmodically. I swallowed most of it. Only once did I come up off him briefly as he ejaculated gloriously. I let him watch his cum shoot in my mouth, as I held the head of his cock on my tongue. I went back down on him to suck out every last drop.
I held Daddy's cock in my mouth until the swelling subsided. When I finally came up off him, I wiped off the little bit of cum that was dribbling from my chin, stood up and said, "My God, Daddy, you really needed a blowjob bad. Now, don't you say one word. Not one. I'm going to sleep with you tonight. On Mom's side of the bed. It's been empty long enough.
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I slipped under the covers of Daddy's bed about midnight. He had just turned out the light.
