For two whole years Terry pined for his one true love. He missed Mary more and more each day; he missed her silly laugh, her witty wisecracks. He missed the way she looked in the morning, eyes closed lost in her own private dream world. He missed the way she smelt after sex, missed her screaming his name as she came. Terry missed her so much it hurt.
He never showed it however, not in public anyway. He had daughter Angel to think about. She was only sixteen when her mother died and had taken it pretty hard. Crying herself to sleep, night after night. Angel was afraid that he too might pass away in his sleep, leaving her all alone. So Terry had agreed to let her sleep in his bed with him.
Terry got used to waking up and seeing the face of his sleeping daughter lying next to him. Her brown silky hair strewn across her little Winnie the Pooh pillow. Occasionally Angel would have violent nightmares, and wake up in the middle of the night screaming and crying. Terry would take her in his arms to comfort her, kissing her freshly shampooed hair telling her it'll be all right. He would wake up the next day with this perfect creature in his arms, his little Angel.
Terry found it hard to find a new woman, someone to replace Mary. All the woman he met paled before his belated wife's beauty and wit. He could never spend the night with them. He had once gone back to a woman’s place. A blonde number in her mid-thirties calling herself Tara. She was drunk and lonely, and had not taken much convincing to leave the smoky, sordid bar and to go back to hers. One thing led to another and she was soon in her grey underwear sucking Terry's cock like a car wash on a Sunday afternoon. It was barely passed midnight; Tara was performing some sort of gymnastic manoeuvre on Terry's cock, when his mobile rang. Frankly Terry was glad for this opportunity to take a break in their 'love-making'. Tara was enthusiastic but not much else. What had once been a passable face and a voluptuous body, was now a face you passed on and volumes of cellulite.
It was Angel on the phone
'DAD!! Dad!? Where are you? Are you okay? Please say you're okay... Why aren't you home yet?' Angel was almost in tears, a wave of guilt rushed through Terry, making his cock go limp.
'Whose that slut?' Snorted Tara 'your wife?...HE'S FUCKING ME YOU BITCH, SO FUCK OFF!' Terry roughly pushed Tara of his half naked torso, put on his trousers and was outside hailing a cab while Tara cried; half naked in the middle of her bed, her mascara running down her cheeks in grey tired lines.
Angel had started to hit puberty, Terry couldn't help noticing. Her body began to resemble her mothers more and more each day. Her little t-shirt had small moulds in them when she wore them, her young breast pressing urgently against the soft fabric. Her lips were becoming fuller and her cute butt slowly curving into a woman’s.
Terry would find himself staring at her chest over breakfast and feasting on her cute butt as she walked to school. He knew it was wrong, evil even but he couldn't help it. He took to seeing Tara during the day when Angel was a school, to help him relieve these urges. It didn't help much and Terry tried it best to push the whole thing to the back of his mind.
Couple days after her eighteenth birthday Angel came into the house crying. Her white school blouse was torn and muddied, her left cheeks was bright red, bleeding and her satchel missing.
'OH MY GOD! Angel, honey, what happened?' Terry bent down and hugged her nubile young body close to him. Through the sobs and tears he made out that some boys had attacked her on the way back from school stealing her satchel.
'Did they do anything else, honey?’ Terry asked, knowing what boys were like these days.
'Like what?’ She asked
'Did they try to, er, touch you or anything? Get you to do things you shouldn't?'
A puzzled look came across Angel’s innocent face.
'Nooo, they hit me though...'
Terry closed his eyes and thanked god.
'Come on, honey, go up and have a shower, get yourself cleaned up.'
'Will you help me? I'm sore all over and can hardly move.'
Terry paused and ran his eyes over her young dishevelled body.
'Yeah, okay' All he was doing was helping her shower, he justified to himself. There's nothing wrong in that.
Angel stood naked in the bath, whilst Terry held the showerhead and the soap. His cock was rock hard as her beautiful young daughter let the lather drip all over her. She slowly rubbed her left breast, her father stood dumbstruck.
'Daddy I can't reach my back couldn't you clean it for me? I'll hold the shower.'
