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Mf, inc

A Widower's Diary


It wasn't anything I had planned, or even thought of.  On the
other hand, I can't blame anyone but myself, if there's blame to
be charged.  Being a single Dad is hard enough, I guess, but when
your kid is a sensitive 15-yr-old daughter who has just lost the
Mom to whom she was especially close, it gets harder.  Take it
from me.

When Kaitlyn died from an enlarged heart that nobody knew about,
doing one of the things she loved, keeping in shape at the gym in
a very heart-rate-increasing dance class, Bronwyn was devastated.
 As I was.  The two of them did all the mother-daughter things
together; each one was the other's BFF, at least as far as female
BFF's went.

I tried to fill in as many of the missing parts as I could.  I
changed my work schedule so that I was always there for Bron from
late afternoons every day and all weekend.  I took her everywhere
she needed to go, and continued going to every one of her girls'
volleyball games, at which she excelled.

Things were going about as well as they could, everything
considered, until the year's big thunderstorm hit.  Bron had
always been afraid of thunder and lightning, since she was very
small, and nothing Kait and I did cured her of that fear.  It was
Saturday night, and she hadn't wanted to go anywhere: "I just
want to stay home and read tonight, Dad."  She did that a lot
since her Mom died.

We went to bed after watching the late news.  I woke from a sound
sleep when Bron crawled into bed beside me.  "Dad, this storm is
freaking me out! Do you mind if I sleep here?"  I turned on the
bedside light and could, now that I was awake, hear the crashing
of nearby thunder.  Hell, I even felt it; a couple of super-close
thunderclaps actually made the house vibrate a bit.  I looked at
Bron and remembered that she never liked to wear much to bed.  As
in nothing but cotton panties.  Her 36-C breasts (I know, because
I had to take her shopping for underwear last month) were just
like Adam's forbidden fruit to this man who hadn't had sex since
his wife died so many months ago.

"Uhhhh ... sure, honey.  But remember, it's just a storm, it
can't hurt you here in our house."

"I know, Dad, but ...... but it scares me." 

"OK, Bron, but would you mind putting something on?  Here, take
one of my t-shirts."

"Why, Dad?"

What the hell was I supposed to say?  "Why, baby?  Because you
look like your Mom and I'm trying to explain to my cock why it
can't get hard right now." ??? 

"Because, Bron, I'm not just your Dad, I'm a man, and you're
growing up fast and, frankly, having a pair of naked breasts in
bed with me isn't the best thing for a man when they're attached
to his daughter."

"OH!"   OK, Dad, that's cool."   She slipped my t-shirt on, for
all the good it did.   I turned out the light and made sure that
I was close to the edge of the bed.

That worked well, too; the next thing I knew, she was snuggling
up against me, her left arm over me.  I could feel her breasts
against my back as her breathing slowed down from her
escape-the-thunder mode.  

"Thanks, Dad.  I love you."

"Love you too, hon.  Goodnight now."

" 'night, Dad."

 I think that would have been the end of the chapter, if only I
hadn't awakened with 'morning wood.'  That was pretty ordinary,
not caused by Bron's being there.  At least that's what I'd like
to think.

It was dawn, and there was enough light in the bedroom to see. 
Trouble is, I wasn't awake enough to remember that I had company,
and I rolled over onto my back.  My cock was very much in
evidence, having managed to find its way out of my boxers.

"Daddy --- you're hard!"

Oh, shit.  Now what do I say?

"Bron, lots of guys wake up hard.  It's a normal thing."

"You mean it's not because you think I'm sexy?"   

"Of course I think you're .... hey, now stop that, Bron!  I'm
your Dad."

"But Mom's not here any more and I know she'd want me to take
care of you."

To "take care of me?"  Where the hell was THIS coming from?  

"Besides, I've been watching videos online, and I know what to
do!"

Before I could respond, she had my cock in her hand and then in
her mouth.

"BRON! STOP THAT!"

"Why, Daddy, doesn't it feel good?  I love you and Mom's not here
any more to do this."

The head on my shoulders knew this was not right.  The head Bron
was licking had other ideas.   I groaned from the conflict AND
from the throbbing that my cock was doing.

"Dad?"   She took a break from the
video-taught-but-pretty-damn-good fellatio.

"What, Bron?"

"I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"I'm not a virgin."  

Maybe it was more than video-taught.  "You're NOT?"  

"No, Dad.  Last month, when the school bus was early getting
home, Jason came over and ...   and we did it."   But it was
safe, he used protection!!

Jason.  Our Eagle Scout neighbor Jason.  I just shook my head. 
"I don't know what to say, baby, except that I wish you hadn't."

"But Dad, don't you see?  That means it's ok."

"What's OK?"   Teenage logic has never been my strong suit.

"It's ok for you and me to fuck."

She said the f-word.  Kids grow up way too fast these days.  But
I digress.

"Dad, do you love me?"   She slipped her/my t-shirt off.

"You know I do, Bron."

"And when Mom told me about sex, she said that having sex was
what people did when they love each other.  And I love you, too."
 She slipped her panties off.

Just like that.  Indisputable, right?  I couldn't tell her that
her Mom was wrong.  I could only wish that Kait had somehow
slipped in the prohibition against incest when she was
communicating the 'facts of life.'

And then, before I could come up with the more logical argument,
Bron's mouth was on my cock again, but this time she had
positioned herself so that her 15-yr-old pussy was positioned
over my face.  

I threw in the towel.  I pulled her hips closer and let my tongue
begin to explore her neatly-trimmed labia.   She made the kind of
noises that make any man happy, but she didn't stop sucking me
long enough to speak.  

My tongue reached her clit and I was surprised to find it almost
as hard as my cock.  I sucked it into my mouth and stroked it
with my tongue.  Her nipples were hard, too, as they bored holes
into my stomach.  

I knew it had been way too long for me, other than jerking off in
the shower, and I stopped licking and tasting her delicious cunt
long enough to say, "Bron, I'm going to cum!"

She took her mouth off my cock only long enough to say, "Do it,
Dad!," and she put her mouth right back on me.  I exploded into
her mouth with all that saved-up semen.   About 5 nano-seconds
later, her body convulsed as my tongue on her clit brought on her
own orgasm.

She must have swallowed hard, because I heard her talking.

"Oh, Dad!  That was wonderful, can we do it again?  Only with you
inside me,
please?"

"We'll talk about it later, baby.  Go get your shower now, while
I fix breakfast.  At least the storm didn't knock out our
electricity!"


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