Losing a married woman to Cancer is a painful experience that no one should have got to go. After a long and dreadful battle, the Crab finally won ; my wife had passed away.

I may never blank out the morning when I awoke to the sonant tapping of raindrops cascading off from my chamber windowpane. I had slept without the alarm system. It was the start of a weekend ... no alarm was essential ; I was n't expecting to go into the agency. Upon hearing the raindrops, still groggy with quietus ... I reached over to the left side of my bed ; it was void. The sheets were stale ... the pillow was fluffed. I quickly recoiled my hand ... I felt a tear forming ; my beautiful wife JoLyn was gone. In my sleeping room and throughout my entire plate, I would be able to recall my wife, our life spent together ; pic 's and video and my restless dreams would serve well as a reminder of my deathless sexual love for her.

My wife was only fifty one year of age ... as for myself, I had just turned 53. I considered myself to be new. My wife was more to me, than just being a wife ... she was my friend, my fiance', my buff ... the mother of our only child. Our clock time together had been treasured. Less than a month ago, she was buried in her final resting place ; I was still very caustic. In my head, I screamed at the unfairness of it all ... that such a beautiful somebody should be taken from me.

I turned to face the wall ... my back was facing the empty infinite in my bed, where my married woman should have been. Instead of getting up to present the day, I wished myself to sleep. slumber provided me with a mean value of flight ... a sanctuary from the pain in the ass. Not even a month had passed ... already, I knew what it felt like, to walk into an discharge house. Little by little, my home began to feel like a prison ... already, I was fighting the ghost of my memories.

My daughter, or break yet, our daughter, had witnessed my wife 's unspeakable disease to the acrid end. Three month prior, our daughter Amanda had walked down the aisle ; she was a newlywed. It had been a benediction ; my wife had been able to see her daughter walk down the aisle. When Amanda and Keith left for their honeymoon, it was n't a known that Amanda 's mother would still be alert. But, my married woman was a strong woman ... fighting until the caustic end. When Amanda and Keith returned from their honeymoon, my daughter announced that she had become pregnant. My wife was over-filled with joy. It had always been her wish to be a grandmother.

Keith and Amanda lived approximately 6-7 miles away from our frontdoor. A day after their marriage, they had signed the paperwork for their new household. They were both ambitious, career oriented and now, they were expecting their 1st baby. Amanda had been a rock throughout this altogether unspeakable ordeal. She had spent as much prison term as she could by her female parent 's side. After my wife 's expiration, Amanda had arranged the funeral service, throwing herself into the in use role of organiser ; perhaps that was her coping chemical mechanism. As for myself, with the going of my wife ... the experience was more devastating than I could have ever imagined. Even though I knew it was coming, when my wife passed away ... a part of myself had died.

After my wife 's last, I was learning how to pull round. I was still employed, in fact, my career was the only affair that made sense to me. The time when I would step into my abode, those moment ; I would become lost. I did n't know how to cook a meal ... it had been many, many years since I had last stepped into a grocery store store. I did n't get laid how to do my wash, I had never loaded a dish out washer ; I was inept in knowing how to pick a menage. My daughter began to teach me the fundamental principle in being able to cope as a unmarried occupant in my home. Whenever I tried to separate my daughter that I was doing well, that I would be alright ... perhaps, she noticed the waver in my voice. She had become determined to name sure that I was taken charge of.

I have to admit, I enjoyed my daughter 's visit. Amanda had a key to the house, at any given moment, she would show up. Not wanting to hear my daugher 's dis-pleaure ; I became quite the home maker. My house cleaning abilities improved ... on many occassions, I would organize the evening repast ; both Keith and Amanda seemed to savour everything that they ate. For as often, and as a good deal metre that Amanda was spending with me ... Keith never uttered a word of complaint. I was taking baby measure and in fourth dimension, I knew how to do my own laundry ; I even mastered the beauty washer.

And so, on that weekend break of the day ... I remember closing my eyes, allowing my mind to err back into the fog of sleep. The rain was beating against the windowpane pane and somehow, I found that comforting. It was a remnder of variety, that life story went on ; the world outside kept turning.

In my semi-asleep United States Department of State of brain, I felt as if somebody had entered my chamber. I then became aware of some movement. Strange as it sounds, I felt as if I was in the midst of a dream. Then the drive felt more like a depression on the other side of the mattress. I felt the covers being manipulated ... and then, I felt the passion of another person beside me.

'' JoLyn ... honey ? '' I recall myself saying.

My senses ... at that particular moment ; I was confused and dazed. `` It 's just me dad. '' My daughter 's voice was gentle and very calming.

For the longest instant, I remained tacit.

Amanda was the firstly to break the muteness. `` I woke up to the rain. The wind was howling. I did n't want to awake Keith up. I tossed and turned for awhile and then decided to get up. ``

With my back to my girl, I could only agree with her. `` I know. The rain woke me up too. ``

In a gentle voice, Amanda asked. `` Are you okay daddy ? '' My soundbox tightened up ; my girl inched closer to me.

Again, muteness ensued.

Once again, it was Amanda that broke the silence. `` I mean, are you okay with me being here, in bed with you ? ``

I was lying on my side and almost immedaitely, the penury to sleep seemed to become a sec thought process. I fumbled for my word of honor and I heard mysel say. `` Of course. It 's okay Amanda. ``

audition my approval, my daughter cuddled up to me. Her lovesome breath was felt on the back of my neck ... the warmness of her body was heating my back. For a instant, I thought it was my married woman ... JoLyn.

Amanda had placed her arm around my chest and squeezed a hug. `` How long has it been since I was terminal in your bed ? '' She asked.

I felt my brass take form a smile. A sudden flush of retentiveness seemed to filter out through my psyche. `` When you were little, you were always in our bed. ``

Amanda 's voice was very docile and soothing. `` Yeah ... Me, you, mom and teddy. ``

'' You were always in the center. '' I could n't recall the number of the sentence when my daughter would stand out into our bed, forcing herself in-between us. My girl always consumed the warm gap between her mother and I.

That memory brought a smile to my face. Another yearn moment of silence ... and at some peak, I became acutely cognizant of my erection. To this day, I do n't think that my erection had anything to do with Amanda. Rather, it was just one of those unvoluntary sinewy reaction that men got in the cockcrow time of day. Lying there, with my daughter 's physical structure pressed against mine ; I had to conceive that my hard-on would eventually go away.

Amanda 's finger's breadth began to act with my chest fuzz ... she had found a gap in my pajama top. `` How are you coping dad ? '' She asked.

'' I 'm trying to stay inviolable. But it 's hard. Every day, every min of every day ; I think of your mom. Thankfully, I have employment. You 've taught me so much in the past few hebdomad. I feel now, that I can direct care of myself. ``

'' Just remember dad ... mom would n't desire you to stop living. She would expect you to run forward. ``

I nodded my head. I knew my daughter was right. `` I still find it tough to believe ... that she 's gone. ``

Amanda grew quietly. Still, her fingers were idly stroking my thorax. At some point, she had popped a button which allowed her greater access. I came to the realization too, that my erection had n't gone down. I found myself wondering if I should ask her to stop. At the very least, I knew that I could have guided her hired hand away. But, I did n't do neither.

Once again, Amanda broke the silence and said. `` You know something dad, mom is n't gone. Not really gone. ``

'' What do you think of ? '' I asked.

'' When I was vernal ... around 8 or 9 yr old, I remember asking you about God and heaven. Do you remember ? ``

I nodded. I did in fact, remember that conversation.

'' I remember asking you what happens when a person dies. You said that we live on. Not in ghost like fashion, but we live in masses 's memories and through our kid. ``

This was the moment when I turned and lay on my back, facing my daughter. I was able to make out her feature of speech against the break of day light. Amanda 's helping hand had remained on my chest. I said, `` I remember ... and so ?
In a soft voice, Amanda said. `` Well, does n't mom live on through me ? We do n't hump if it 's a boy or female child yet, but mom will be living through my child ; your grandchild. ''

I closed my eye and said, `` Yes, I suppose you 're right. '' How could I argue with my girl 's logic. Her efforts to brighten my dark thoughts had worked ; I smiled. Looking into my daughters eyes on that daybreak, I was once again reminded, just how much she had resembled her mother. I reached out and touched Amanda 's blonde hair ... I inhaled her odour. I closed my center again ... I felt as if my wife was in bed with me. Alive again ... in bed, where she belonged. Opening my eyes ... seeing my daughter 's grinning ; I pushed away the influence delusion from my mind.

In the future instant, we both adjusted ourselves on the bed ... sitting up with my back against the head board. The cover version were in dis-array ... my daughter snuggled up against me ; her hand still caressing my open chest.

I was n't expecting the future time from my daughter 's brim. `` Dad ! You have an erection ! '' My daughter seemed surprised ... seemingly, in a DoS of shock. I had forgotten about my erection ; I became embarrassed.

I tried to shift away and I heard myself say, `` I 'm ... I 'm sorry. It 's not you ... It 's just a ... ''

All of a sudden my girl started laughing. `` I know dad. Mom always called your morning experimental condition, her aura pole. ``

Instead of being embarrassed, I was shocked to get a line my daughter mentioning my `` aura pole. '' `` Mom and you talked about my Glory perch ? '' I asked.

Amanda 's hand returned to my chest. `` Mom and I talked about ... well, everything. ``

'' Okay, I knew you were close. But, I did n't recollect she would talk to you about that. ``

'' Dad, '' Amanda said. `` Mother 's and daughter do talk ... in fact, mom told me what to bear on my marriage night. And she mentioned the morning after. She 's the one that told me to look for Keith 's Glory pole. ''

I gave in to my daughter 's sense of teasing ... and together ; we laughed. My girl 's sentience of humor, was much like her mother 's. Having that here and now together ... was soothing and again, it made my dark thoughts appear brighter.

When our laughter died down, silence ensued. Amanda broke the secrecy when she said. `` That 's the first time you 've laughed since ... well, it 's been awhile. ``

I looked down at my daughter and said, `` I 'm so golden to have you. '' Suddenly overcome with the aesthesis of intense love ; I hugged Amanda. When I did, my daughter kissed my berm ... a second later, her script had popped another clitoris on my jammies top, this fourth dimension near my stomach.

I sensed that a `` ancestry '' was being approached. On the other side of meat of that personal credit line is something that should never happen between a Padre and his daughter.

As I was thinking about the `` line '', my daughter 's hand went under my pajama top and she began to softly caress my intact chest.

For the longest moment, neither of us spoke. In that Saame moment, something happened between us. I looked into my daughter 's eyes ... something told me that she was thinking about that Saame `` ancestry. '' It should n't be crossed. But still, her handwriting was moving gracefully over my thorax. At starting time, it was comforting. Looking into my daughter 's eyes ; her hand became excite. In the fall of the morning, I sensed in my girl 's eyes that she was waiting for a reaction ... that her contact was a suggestion. That More could happen.

I took a deep breathing place and said. `` Amanda ... ''

My girl cut me short ... her fingerbreadth came to my mouth. It 's as if she was telling me to remain tranquillity. `` It 's okay dad. Really, it 's okay. '' Amanda was whispering and looking up into my eyes. I detected a bit of nervousness in her voice.

As the rainwater continued to hit the windowpane ... Amanda undid the remaining buttons to my pj's top. Pushing back the flutter to my pajama 's ... my entire chest was exposed.

The shade of my voice was strong. `` Amanda ... ''

Amanda moved her read/write head closer to me ... her eyes were wide and turgid. She definately had her female parent 's eye. `` Before mom passed away, she told me that I was supposed to take care after you. She also told me that I was n't to let you grow into a lonely old widower. ``

'' Yes, but she did n't mean ... ''

Again, my daughter put her finger against my rim. `` Sometimes dad, it takes to a greater extent than words. ``

I was about to say something. I think I was going to resist ... but my daughter silenced me when she suddenly kissed me on the cheek. `` I love you dad. ``

This was the moment when I took my daughter 's chin between my thumb and index finger. Looking into her eyes, I said. `` I love you too, sweetheart. ``

There was a long moment of hesitation ... a instant filled with fear, trepidation and yet, a moment that was filled with such excitement. Amanda leaned forward and kissed me ... tenderly, on my lips. My lips opened, ever so slightly ... and our first kiss became more acute ; our natural language met. We began to probe ... tenderly, nervously ... like if we were teenagers kissing for the very first base sentence. Then, our confidence seemed to step forward ... our tongue began to dance together.

Amanda broke the kiss. In a very slowly and gradual way ... she began to snog my olfactory organ, my cheeks ... my auricle and ear lobes. Then finally, she rested her head against my chest.

organism aware of my centre rate ... listening to my daughter 's breathing ; we had crossed the contrast. I feel we both were acutely aware of that.

Amanda 's hair was silken ... at that very consequence, I began to run my fingerbreadth through it. Amanda was still caressing my chest, but her move were seemingly, bolder. Her fingerbreadth were trailing through my chest haircloth, going downwards towards my naval ... in a slow progressive way, her hired hand was moving down towards my hard-on. I held my breath ... I wanted Amanda to impact me ; I wanted her to hold my cock in her hand.
Not a Logos was spoken. At one here and now, Amanda 's fingers had reached the end of my bare tegument. She had come into contact with my pyjama bottoms. There was the slight hesitation ... and then, she caressed the hard outline of my erection. Amanda 's deal ran the length of my shaft, to my scrotum, then up again. While Amanda continued to match me, she began to lightly kiss my chest. Her sass licked one nipple ... and then my other. My peter was straining against my pajama nates ... I could n't help myself ; I moaned in pleasure.
I 'm sure that Amanda was aware ... my breathing had deepened. I watched as she hooked her thumb under the rubber band of my pajama bottoms. She lifted the material and eased it down a little. Only an inch or two, but in doing so ... she exposed the head of my penis. She ran her thumb over my pee slit ... smearing my pre-cum over my egotistic point, making it easier to rub.

Still, not a Scripture had been spoken. At one compass point, Amanda had deliberately pulled my pj's bottoms down ; my cock sprang free. From the stead my girl was in, she pushed my pj's bottoms down as far as she could strive. They were down below my knee ... I could get kicked them off, but I remained still. Perhaps, I was still reluctant to think that this moment was happening between my daughter and I.
I did n't involve to kick my pajama bottoms off. Amanda shuffled down the bed and began to gently take them from my legs. Any and all blankets were also dragged off from our dead body. She knelt by my foot ... looking at my naked consistence ... there was a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes. In one swift gesture ... Amanda began to undress. She struggled to remove her pant ... she threw her top on the floor. She reached behind her back ... the side by side moment ; her breasts were exposed to me.

My heart was beating a mile a minute. She remained at my feet, kneeling ... seemingly she was allowing me to view her bareness. Silence stretched the present moment and then finally she said. `` Dad, when you 're ready ... I want you to strike my scanty off. ``

A flying moment later, Amanda lowered her pass ... she began to tenderly kiss my feet. Feeling my daughter 's brim on my invertebrate foot ... I slowly began to spread my legs to her, allowing her a safety passage to my crotch.
My legs were ranch across-the-board apart. Alternating between my feet, Amanda was not only kissing my understructure, licking the sol of my feet ; she began to lovingly suck my toes. This was fueling the lust I was feeling for her. Some would say ... when a woman licks your groundwork, when she sucks your toes ; she 's taking on a submissive role. Yet, I felt as if my daughter knew that she was in control of the present moment.

My substructure had been tickled by my daughter 's tongue ... her saliva had coated my toes. Amanda 's forefront was now storey with my putz. I gasped in aggregate pleasure when my daughter dipped her head ; I felt her wet tongue lick the underside of my scrotum. Amanda began to lick around the expanse that covered my musket ball ; I gripped the sheets in my deal. I could n't serve myself, I arched my back ... when I did, my beautiful girl dipped her probing tongue even depleted ; she began to encircle and solve my anus. Amanda continued to explore my anus with her clapper ... as she did, her hired man ... her digit began to fondle my hard cock.

The silence was then broken. Amanda looked up at me and said. `` Are you okay dad ? ``

I managed to say, `` Ye ... Yes. '' I also noticed her smile.

Amanda then bent her head ... she held my prick between her fingers, she slowly slid her tongue up and when she arrived at the head of my cock ; she swallowed my pre-cum. Feeling her sassing around the head of my cock, feeling the tip of her tongue toying my pee slit ... my state of rousing was at an all metre highschool.

I reached down and began to stroke Amanda 's fuzz. I remember crying out when Amanda had suddenly took the entire length of my cock into the tender cavern of her mouth. I could possess sworn that my pee cunt was up against her tonsil. Amanda slid her tongue around sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
Amanda then began to bob her promontory ... and I held her top dog in my appreciation, relishing the moment. Looking at my daughter 's head ... it was tardily to see the resemblance between her and her mother.

I rested my head against my pillows. My breathing was hard ; my eyes had closed. At one gunpoint, I heard myself say. `` JoLyn, that feels sooooo good. Do n't stop. ``

Hearing myself say my late married woman 's name ... I opened my eyes. Amanda was looking at me. `` It 's alright dad. '' Amanda had released my putz from her mouth. `` I understand and I feel your bother. ``

Amanda 's eyes were glued to mine. I watched my daughter read my cock deeply into her mouth. Looking at me, Amanda was close to gagging ... when she closed her eyes, her fountainhead began to move at a lead speed. I laid my head back into my pillows and I could feel her free hand massaging my balls. I felt her fingers against my anus. At one peak, she tried to push her digit in my ass ... I so badly wanted to finger that sensation, but my anus was too dry.

Amanda continued to suck up my putz with such paragon. At one dot, my hold on her nous had tightened ... perhaps, she knew that I was close. I was trying to push myself away, not knowing if she wanted me to cum in her mouth. Amanda 's mouth was glued against my dig ... she continued to massage my balls ; I sensed that she wanted to smack, to swallow my spermatozoan.

'' Amanda ! '' I cried out.

The head of my shaft was in Amanda 's throat ... my spermatozoan had coated the back of her pharynx ; my consistence spasmed in pleasure. The seminal fluid that had given her life ... had been swallowed and now rested in her belly. When my orgasm had subsided, Amanda began to gently lick around the promontory of my softening cock. Then, she laid her capitulum on my stomach.

Neither one of us spoke. I watched as my hands ... my digit stroked my daughter 's whisker. Without being able to face into Amanda 's centre ; I sensed her jumpiness. Now that my sexual climax had sub-sided, perhaps both of us was now thinking in a more rational tone ; we had crossed the `` line. '' I did n't want Amanda to think that I was furious with her ... more than anything, I was disgusted with myself. And yet, my fingers were still combat-ready in my girl 's hair.

It was I, that broke the silence. `` Amanda honey, I ... I called out your mother 's name. I did n't mean ... I ... ``

'' It 's okay dad. '' She raised her head and kissed my stomach. She looked into my eyes and repeated, `` It 's really okay. I totally understand. ``

'' Honey, '' I said. `` Will you come up and lay by my side ? ``

A moment later, Amanda had shifted herself ... she was nestled against me ; her principal on my shoulder. I tenderly kissed my daughter 's forehead and the message that I was trying to fetch to her was ... everything was okay.

We lay in silence, and I 'm for certain we were both wondering what the other was thinking. A door had been opened, that `` channel '' had been crossed. At that bit, I felt as if we both knew ... thing would never be the same again.

I could distinguish that Amanda was frustrated ... she pressed her body even closer to mine. She continued to buss my chest ... her caresses never ceased and now, her hand was moving downward. At that moment, I took my daughter 's hand in mine ... not wanting her to conceive that I was rejecting her ; I guided her hand to my tool. I was hard again. Amanda 's small digit took hold of my reviving appendage. All at once, she began to stroke the sonant underside of my swollen phallus, the sensation was overwhelming.

I sensed again that Amanda was growing impatient, her frustration seemed almost unbearable ... in a quick sudden movement, Amanda had shifted her lieu. My daughter 's body was now on top of me. Amanda 's tit were rubbing up against my wide chest. She was still wearing her panties and I envisioned that her kitty was very wet.

In a raspy voice, Amanda said. `` Dad, train my panty off and put your cock inside me. ``

I did n't take any other words of encouragement, I reached down and began to work my daughter 's panties down and off from her body. A moment later, Amanda lowered herself onto me ... with such exquisite slowness ... the wet lips of her labia immedaitely consumed my whole shaft. I shivered in passionateness as my daughter took me fully inside ... she eased herself up so that she was straddling me ... every in of my putz was inside her tight, soaking pussy.

Amanda was breathing rapidly ... she looked down at me, her eye were glazed with desire. She began to bait me ... her movements were rhythmic in nature. I could n't help myself, I reached up and took her breasts in my workforce ... I began to rub down and knead the flaccid flesh. Amanda writhered in pleasure ... the moan heard from her back talk were intoxicating. Amanda tilted her head back and continued to comminute her pussy against me. I began to push my coxa up, in order to fathom my daughter ; it 's as if I felt myself go even deeper into her body.

My wife had always like having her nipple pinched during sex ... and so, I began to wonder if Amanda took after her female parent. I began to gently pinch her erect pap ... and as I squeezed each of my daughter 's nipples ; she whimpered in delight. All at once, Amanda began to proceed her articulatio coxae faster ... I sensed that she was getting closer to her orgasm. Amanda 's body was covered in sweat as she increased her rhythm, grunting with each of my stab.

Amanda reached behind with one hand and began to massage my egg ... without question, this sensation caused me to grind upwards, wishing myself to go even deeper into her passage. Amanda was squirming in pure exctasy ... her tongue began to lick her dry lips. Amanda then began to prompt her hips in low broadside motions and I knew that my peter was rich inside her body. I sensed that Amanda was very close.
Without thinking of my own orgasm ... only wanting to pleasure my daughter, with every push ; my own orgasm was building. I slid my paw down to Amanda 's hips ... it became another way of trying to push myself further into my daughter 's eubstance. I was watching my girl 's face ... her body language and too, I could n't help but notice Amanda 's tit as they jiggled with each thrust.

Amanda was panting ... grunting with the overture of her orgasm. I knew that she was close. Our eyes locked onto each other ... was it only father and daughter, or was it more. Were we embarking on becoming buff ?

Amanda cried out. `` Dad ! '' The pleasurable wave within my daughter 's body finally broke free.

I too, was reaching my peak. I began to grunt and I clearly heard Amanda say. `` Cum inside me dad ... I 'm already pregnant. ``

My sperm let liberate, deep inside my daughter 's soundbox. Our juices were mingling together ... I filled my girl up with my sperm. Amanda shuddered and collapsed on top of my breast ... her pilus was damp with sweat. I remained inside and slowly, I began to feel my erection soften ... my balls being tickled by the fluid that was leaking from Amanda 's pussy.

We kissed each other ... and then, we lay in silence. Both of us were satisfied and washed-out. I stroked Amanda 's spinal column ... and I began to wonder if I would ever have got another opportunity to form sexual love to my daughter. A sudden grin appeared on my facial expression ... holding Amanda in my arms, yes ... I knew that we would always find the prison term and opportunity to make love to each other .