I was drunk that night, very drunk. I had reached what was for me the end of the road and I had decided to take my own life. So here I was with a half of a quart bottle of good Scotch single-malt whiskey, a revolver with only one bullet it, and the television playing a triple x-rated movie thanks to my DVD player and the nearby adult news stand. I was naked as the day I was born having decided that I wanted to exit the world as I had entered it--naked.
I figured I didn't have much more to live for since my wife, Amanda, had died, our girl Della had not had a thing to do with me since my wife had died, my job down the drain and me fired by my boss for drinking on the job, and me as lonely as they come. As I watched the video, I drank Scotch and slowly jerked my cock into full erectness. And, let me tell you, my cock was the only joy I had left in life and it seemed to take forever to reach an erection that night.
My name is Daniel--Danny to friends when I still had friends. I guess that since my wife died, I sort of drove all my friends away preparing for this one last night of solo sex and a very solo death. Anyway, I stand about 5'8" in my stocking feet and weigh in at a very hefty, but not flabby, 210 pounds. I don't work out much, but I was still in decent shape for a 46 year old man. My doctor says I should live to be about 100 or so, but who the fuck wanted that?
That's when the doorbell rang. I ignored it. It rang some more. I finally pulled myself out of the recliner and tottered over to the door still fully naked with my hardened cock leading the parade, so to speak. Fuck them if they can't take a joke, right? Still naked, I opened the door. There was a woman standing there that seemed vaguely familiar, but who also seemed to shimmer in the light from the streetlight. It was almost as if she were somehow semi-transparent. She didn't wait for me to invite her inside, but brushed past me leaving a very cold sensation on my skin.
"So, are you ready to fuck?" were the first words out of this lady's mouth as she quickly stripped out of her clothes.
"Uh, who are you?"
"You don't even recognize your own wife?"
"My wife is dead."
"I know I'm dead, but I don't want you to become dead with me. I'm in the middle of a fantastic fuckfest and get called away to stop you from getting drunk enough to play Russian roulette."
"Who do you think you are passing yourself off as Mandy?"
"I am Mandy. Now sit down and let me ride that lovely cock of yours. Where's Della?"
I sat down in my recliner. The DVD was still playing and on the screen this lovely redhead was fucking the hell out of some jerk with a two inch dick and moaning about how good he felt so deep in her cunt. "Della moved out two weeks after Mandy's funeral. I think it was her way of telling me that she was fed up with me being drunk all the time after the funeral."
"Where does she live?"
"Over on Sycamore in one of those new apartments."
"Got her phone number?"
"Yeah."
"Call her."
"She won't come."
"Tell her Mommy wants to talk to her."
"Are you nuts? She stood beside me at her mother's funeral."
"Just do it."
For some unexplained reason, I picked up the phone and dialed Della's number. The phone rang three times and then the answering machine kicked in with it's message.
"Della, pick up the phone. Your mother says she wants to talk to you."
I heard the click as Della picked up the phone. "Are you drunk again, you crazy son of a bitch? My mother's dead."
"Della, she may be dead, but she sure seems to be standing right beside me." I was slurring my words a bit, but not too badly after almost a pint of Scotch in about an hour. "Here, she wants to talk to you." I handed the phone to the woman standing naked in my living room.
"Della, come over to your father's place right now. He needs you. He's planning to kill himself tonight."
"Mommy? Oh, my God, Mommy! He can't do that to me...he's all I have left."
"She's on her way over. No, don't bother getting dressed. Let her see you as you are right now, just before you kill yourself and deprive your daughter of her remaining parent. I know she's 19, but she still needs you when she falls down...and she will fall down."
I seemed to go into a stupor in which I could see and hear, but I couldn't move for the life of me except to play with my steel hard cock and watch the movie playing its way to a climax--pun fully intended. The redhead was now being eaten by Mr. Two-inch Cock and having her tits sucked by a blonde who knew what she was doing and who was getting fucked by a guy with a cock that was so long that it looked as if it might come out of her mouth.
I was still playing with myself when the door opened and Della rushed in. I had just reached for the revolver and put it to my head when she screeched "No, Daddy, don't!"
I slowly turned my head and looked at her with the gun still pressed to my right temple. "What the fuck do you care? You left. You made your decision. You told me that I wasn't good enough as a father. You deserted me just like your mother."
"Mother died. I didn't. Neither one of us deserted you. In the past three months have you tried even once before tonight to talk to me?"
"I knew you wouldn't listen. You had already made up your mind that I was nothing but a drunk has-been that was unworthy of being your father." I slowly lowered the revolver and placed it on the arm of my chair before picking up my full glass of Scotch. I took a deep drink of that numbing golden liquid paradoxically called the "water of life" but maybe life did need to be numbed into forgetfulness sometimes.
"You said my mother was here. Where is she?" Obviously she didn't want to go down that road and was changing the subject.
"I don't know. She was here a minute ago. Mandy where did you go?" This last was almost screamed out in anguish.
"Daddy, don't you have the heat on? It's awfully cold in here." I could see Della shiver, but I could see my mystery guest blending herself into Della's body...and let me tell you Della has a body to die for. Her lovely twin breasts are at least a 34B, she's 5'2" with red hair that falls almost to her waist and blue eyes. If she weighs over 110, it would be a surprise to me. Just making this assessment of my daughter's charms was making my already steel hard cock become tempered with something bordering on lust.
"Yeah, the heat is on. Should be set for..oh hell! I don't know what it's set on, but the damn heat is on. It's almost Christmas you know. Of course I have the heat turned on."
"Christmas is the day after tomorrow. Speaking of which, where are your decorations? Where is your tree?"
"I didn't have a reason to put them up."
"Daddy, can't you cover your erection?"
"Your mother told me not to cover it so why should I cover it? You've seen me naked and half naked before."
"Yes, but never with such a gorgeous looking piece of meat hanging between your legs. Oh my God, did I really say that?"
"Yes, you did really say that. So you think that this is a lovely piece of meat, huh?"
