Kelly's Diary 179 - Memories of My Mom
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Chapter 12: Why I Miss My Mom
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 12: Why I Miss My Mom - Until now, I had no any intention of writing about my mother's passing. The last thing I wanted was to turn her death into some sort of erotic tale and so I've pretty much kept quiet about it until now. Then Valentine's Day arrived and I realized just how much I miss her. This entry is meant as a tribute to most wonderful important woman in the world - my mom.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Consensual True Story Incest Mother Father Daughter Masturbation Oral Sex
OK, to get it over with, I miss having sex with my mom. There was something about being with her intimately that I don’t think I will ever be able to experience again. It was a woman “thing”, a mother “thing”, perhaps even a bit of a lover “thing”. All-in-all, it was like a rare recipe that has been lost and can never be repeated.
Now that THAT is out of the way, I miss my mom in so many ways besides sex. I miss just talking to her, confiding in her, confessing to her. I miss her smile, her laughter, that naughty little grin she would get when she was turned on by something I had done. I miss the way she would tease my dad, demonstrating the incredible love they shared that gave me such a wonderful life. I miss the way she would give of herself to anyone who needed her help, never selfish and always with humility and love. I miss her spiritual guidance, her love for God and Jesus that she helped to imbed within me. Oh, and I miss her cooking!
Since her sudden and unexpected death, I have laid in my father’s bed, his cock throbbing inside me, my pussy filled with the warm incestuous sperm he’d just deposited in me, his strong arms around me holding me tightly against him. It’s the most wonderful way a father and daughter can be together - period. It’s at times like this when I most vividly recall how I would lay together with my mother, our smooth naked bodies pressed tightly together, our pussies rubbing against each other’s with perhaps a dildo joining them.
Thankfully when the tears begin to flow, I have my father’s dick inside of me to remind me of his love for me and his support. While I know I can never replace my mother - and would NEVER even DREAM of even trying, I’m happy that I can support him in his time of need as only his daughter can.
I love you Mom!
Your loving daughter,
Kelly