Chapter 2

Angela

My father and I were both terribly distraught when my mother passed away. Even though it was probably a release from her pain, we both missed her terribly. It was even more depressing for me when my father broke down and asked me to go through my mother’s effects. I wanted to keep everything, every memory, everything that she held dear in a vain attempt at keeping her with me when that was no longer possible. As I went through the myriad number of boxes, I found her diaries and I couldn’t resist starting to read them.

My mother had begun recording her most intimate thoughts right after she began going through puberty, and those diaries were an amazing revelation. I became fascinated as I read about all her sexual adventures, which had started while she was still in high school. She met my father when she was between boyfriends during her sophomore year of college, and they fell hard and fast for each other. It didn’t take long for them to become intimate; she loved the size of his penis and what he could do with it. She wrote in vivid detail about how he pleased her with his fingers, his mouth, and his tongue. It was very obvious that he was an amazing lover and he got her there, as she put it, countless times whenever they had sex. She also graphically wrote of pleasing him: taking him into her mouth and her vagina.

Once they graduated and married, they were delighted when my mother became pregnant with me. She wrote of how it was the culmination of everything she had with him.

When she was in the middle of her eighth month of pregnancy with me he became nervous about having sex because he thought it would somehow hurt her. When they became bored with oral my mother suggested they try something new. I guess he was hesitant at first, but he reluctantly agreed to try it. She convinced him it would be okay and he bought lube and a butt plug. Over the course of a week or so they experimented with a type of sex neither of them had previously engaged in. She wrote that he was patient and gentle with her as her body prepared to accommodate him, and that how large my father was in both length and girth always gave her pleasure that she hadn’t known with her previous lovers. She’d written graphic accounts of taking my father anally as she rubbed her clit, and how she always loved him coming inside her and the mind-blowing orgasms she reached. Even after I was born and it was safe for them to resume vaginal intercourse, they included this new type of sex in their repertoire.

While reading her diaries, I was also shocked to discover some of their activities were decidedly not monogamous. As they experimented together, I learned that my mother loved to take my father in her vagina in addition to being filled with her butt plug. This led to her wanting to experience two men at once. When she brought this fantasy up with my father, he said if she was serious about wanting to try it he’d let her. She never stated who the other man was, but she did say she thoroughly loved it and it was the start of something that they repeated multiple times. After I was born and they started seeing other men together my mother resumed taking the pill because they wanted to ensure that if she got pregnant again the baby would be my father’s. Their only sadness was that my mother didn’t become pregnant again before being diagnosed with cancer.

It was one of her final diary entries that really got to me. I cried when I read how she had told my father I was turning into a beautiful young woman and he should consider letting me take care of him after she was gone. After I dried my tears I made a solemn oath that I would take my mother’s place in his life and be there for him in every way.

I wasn’t a virgin when my mother passed away; I’d gone through that milestone right after I turned fifteen. I started masturbating when I got my first period at twelve and I quickly discovered that I really liked those sensations. The sounds I’d occasionally heard from my parents’ bedroom were very arousing. I listened intently as he gave her pleasure and I started to have graphic fantasies of joining them in bed or being with my father alone. So when I started dating it didn’t take long for me to start experimenting with sex, but thoughts of my parents’ love-making and fantasies of what my father was like in bed were never far from my mind.

Even though I had vivid sexual fantasies, I was never a slut. When I had sex, he was my boyfriend and I had to feel comfortable and secure with him. Once that trust was established, I was open to slowly experimenting. I loved giving hand jobs and feeling my boyfriend’s fingers inside me. Each of my boyfriends wanted me to go down on him and after some initial hesitation I finally took that big step. It was a little confusing to start, because I felt submissive in giving him what he wanted but also powerful being in control of his arousal. But eventually the submissive part became more important to me, and besides I loved the taste of semen when he erupted into my mouth.

Eventually my boyfriend at the time convinced me to celebrate his birthday by going all the way with him. I’d played sports and played with myself enough that I’d lost my hymen long ago, so sex that first time wasn’t that painful. Unfortunately, like most young women’s first time, it was a lot of nervous fumbling and far from satisfying. But the more I did it, the better it got, and as I became more comfortable with my body and my partner, reaching orgasm soon became very easy and that only made me want it more.

The more I had sex and the better it got with my boyfriends, the more I thought of my mother’s wishes for me to be with my father. I knew we both needed time to grieve, but when I fantasized now I was thinking of him. After a few months passed, I began making subtle changes. I started wearing more skimpy clothes and swim-suits when I was around him, I snuggled up to him on the couch while we watched TV, and I turned my head at just the right moment so his good-night kisses landed on my lips instead of my cheek. But I soon realized that he was still not over my mother’s passing. He refused to find someone to date and he was obviously becoming frustrated by his lack of a sexual outlet. Since we’d just moved to Las Vegas, I’d had to end my relationship with my boyfriend and felt just as sexually needy as he did.

I finally decided to push the issue. After dinner one evening I went to my room and undressed. I wanted to get his attention, but not in a blatant way. I slipped into a very short jean skirt and one of my smallest thongs. Then I chose a very tight t-shirt and decided against wearing a bra so my C-cup breasts and small pink nipples pushed into the thin fabric. I didn’t need the bra for support, my breasts were firm and perky. I shook out my long blonde hair so it rested over my shoulders and then I walked barefoot into the living room, sashaying my hips as I moved. He looked up from his TV program and I felt his eyes subtly roaming over my body.

“Whatcha watching?” I asked.

“Ummm ... some cop show.”

“Want some company?”

“Sure.”

I slid onto the couch next to him, ensuring that as much of my body was touching him as possible. “You can put your arm around me, I won’t bite,” I teased. Hesitantly, he arm wrapped around me and I snuggled up against him.

“I ... ummm ... loved dinner, you’re becoming quite a cook,” he said.

“I love taking care of you, cooking for you, cleaning, keeping the house up, just like Mom did.”

“You remind me so much of her, when we first met in college.”

“I know you miss her,” I said softly.

“We both do, honey.”

“Have you ever read her diaries?”

His eyes widened. “No, those were her private thoughts. She offered for me to read them, but I never took her up on it.”

“I have.”

“Lots of boring stuff?” he teased.

“No, but lots of personal things, about you, mostly.”

His facial expression changed and his face got tense. “What did she say about me?”

“You were both very adventurous, weren’t you?”

A little blush broke over his face. “Maybe,” he admitted.

I gently rubbed his thigh. “No maybe about it, you were.”

“She loved being with you, you made her feel safe, you let her explore the things she loved.”

“I ... ummm ... I guess I did.”

“You make me feel safe too,” I whispered.

He smiled. “I’m glad I do.”

It was time to push things further. “Can I read something to you, something she wrote?”

It took him a few seconds to answer. “Okay.”

I lifted my bottom up off the couch and pulled out one of my Mom’s diaries from the back pocket of my skirt. I opened it to the page I had bookmarked. “This was one of her last entries.” I began reading:

“Angela is turning into such a beautiful, vibrant young woman. My biggest regret is that I’ll never see her grow and blossom like I know she will. I hope that when Tim is ready he’ll be willing to love her the way he’s always loved me. They both deserve that, she deserves to have the love of a good man and I can only hope that he has the courage to be everything she needs.”

There were tears in both of our eyes. My father took the diary from my hand and reread the passage a couple of times before he spoke. “She really wanted that?”

“Yes, she did.”

“What do you want, Angela?” he whispered.

“Just like you said, I cook, I clean, I take care of you, just like Mom wanted me to. I’m your wife...” I paused, then added, “ ... except for one thing.”

His expression turned to shock as he realized what I was suggesting. “Sweetheart, I love you, but you’re my daughter. I can’t let you take your mother’s place that way.”

I could feel his hesitancy and I knew I needed to push him just a little harder. “I see how you look at me, how you watch me, don’t you think I’ve noticed that?”

He blushed. “I ... I didn’t mean to–”

“It makes me feel sexy, protected, wanted, when I see that look in your eyes.”

“Is this really what you want?” he whispered.

“Yes, it is,” I sexily answered. Then I teased him. “I’m a virgin, Daddy, don’t you want to be my first?” Immediately his jaw dropped, and I burst out laughing. “You know I’ve had sex, but you could ... you know ... show me some new things.”

I do know that,” he said quietly. “You told me when it happened, and you and I had several talks about sex after that.”

“So you know it happened over a year ago,” I said calmly, “and you also know that wasn’t the only time I’ve had sex. I read Mom’s diaries, so I know you had a very active sex life with her, and you have to be missing that.”

“I am, of course I am,” he said miserably.

“Then let me take her place that way also,” I said as persuasively as I could. “Let me show you how much I’ve learned, how happy I can make you.”

“I’m not sure what else I can show you,” he said innocently.

I giggled. “Are you kidding me? Do you want me to read more of that diary to you? In today’s vernacular, you and Mom were freaks.”

He blushed again. “That was private information,” he said slowly, “and something that you should never have read.”

I gently rubbed his thigh. “No, it was ... you know ... very erotic.” I thought for a moment. “I have had some experiences, but I know that a woman has to trust the man she’s with to do everything you two did together. Mom had that with you, and I want it too.” For the first time that evening I saw an erection straining my father’s pants, and I reached down and gently rubbed it. “Will you take me where you took her?” I asked seductively. I saw the look of lust etched on his face.

“Yes, I will,” he said huskily.

When we got to the bedroom, I turned to face my father. I tilted my head up and gently put my lips on his. After a few seconds I put my hand behind his head to hold him in place, pressed my mouth harder against his, opened my mouth slightly, and slid my tongue across his lips before bringing it back. He tentatively extended his tongue to touch its tip to mine, and I encouraged him to continue that by moving my tongue around his.

After a minute or so we broke the kiss; both of us were flushed and breathing a bit heavily. “That was very nice,” I said dreamily.

My Daddy looked a little shaken. “When did you learn to kiss like that?”

I had to chuckle. “About three years ago. Did you like it?”

He shook his head in chagrin. “Of course I liked it,” he admitted. “You’re so much like your mother it’s a little disconcerting.”

“Don’t be scared,” I whispered. “This is what we both want.” I took his hand in mine and put it on my breast. Then I moved it for him, sliding it around my breast over my t-shirt and feeling my nipple stiffen at his gentle caress, which sent a tingle through my pussy.

“Are you really sure about this, sweetheart?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, I’m very sure, Tim,” I answered, carefully using his name so as not to remind him about the incest I hoped we were about to commit. “Please, make love with me.” I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, and when he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor I knew I’d won him over. I just had to be patient and not spook him.

I looked up at him, and he smoothed my hair back and then softly stroked the side of my face. I silently stood in front of him as he gave me little kisses on my forehead, both cheeks, and then my lips. My breathing picked up a little when I felt his fingers lightly tracing along my arm and then across the tops of my breasts. His hand went to the hem of my t-shirt and he pulled it up over my head, and when it fell away my father stared at my perky breasts and a look of awe broke over his face.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“They’re yours now,” I whispered back, and he put his hands on them. I shivered when his palms pressed against my stiff nipples and I felt my pussy moisten as my desire for him grew. I pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders; he let it fall, and I put my hands on his waist. When I started sliding his boxers down he helped me, and his erection slapped against his belly when we freed it. He had such a nice cock, bigger than any I’d taken before. His large mushroom-shaped head was already dripping pre-cum and he had a nice, thick shaft. He quickly took off his shoes and socks, and then he put his arms around me and pressed my body against his in a tight hug. Further taking the lead, I quickly removed my skirt and then moved both of us onto the bed.

We lay side by side and he kissed me again, this time with serious intent. I immediately opened my lips and his tongue eased into my mouth. I returned his kiss fervently, and I thought, He won’t stop now, we’re going to do this.

My father rolled me onto my back and gently slid my thong down and off of me. I spread my legs and took his hand in mine and directed it to my wet bare pussy. “Feel me,” I said huskily. “I’m so ready for you.”

He touched my outer lips, a feather-like caress, and when his finger rubbed against my swollen clit bolts of electricity shot through my core. “You really are,” he said with wonder in his voice.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, it’s all I could think about after I read Mom’s diaries.”

“You’re so much like her.”

“Then let me be her for you,” I answered breathlessly. “Please, Tim, make love to me.”

He moved between my legs, took his cock in his hand, and ran the tip through the lips of my vagina, splitting them. I put my hands on his shoulders and gently ran my fingertips over his muscled chest to encourage him, but he needed no urging. He eased himself forward and gently entered me. I was so wet he easily went into me even though he was so big.

“You feel so tight, it feels so good,” he murmured as he slowly moved his cock in and out.

I squeezed the muscles in my vagina, milking him. “It’s all for you,” I cooed. My nipples were hard and erect, and he slid his hands onto my breasts and squeezed them gently.

“Just a little faster,” I pleaded, and he answered without words. He tightened his hold on my breasts and pushed forward urgently, filling me with his entire length. Then he brought the head almost out of me before pushing all the way back in with a more fervent motion.

“Yes, just like that, you feel so good inside me,” I moaned. He put his hands on my shoulders for additional leverage and started pounding into me, his belly slapping against mine on every stroke. His thick cock was rubbing perfectly against my clit and I felt my orgasm begin to build. In that hot, erotic moment, I wanted to feel him coming deep inside me.

“Yes, keep going,” I moaned, “make me feel it.” His breathing changed and his body stiffened up. Just as I felt his hot jets flood inside me, my body released and a powerful orgasm overwhelmed me. When my senses were back about me I realized he’d collapsed on top of me, and both of us struggled to catch our breath. I felt him lose his rigidity and he slipped out of me, and he moved to my side and we romantically faced each other. He leaned in and gave me a long, deep kiss.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered.

He smiled. “You’re mine now, aren’t you?” he whispered.

“Yes, I am, and I always will be.”

I slid in closer and he wrapped his strong arms around me. I loved feeling his hard body against mine. I was still his daughter, but now I was also so much more, just like I wanted.

“From now on you’ll sleep in here, with me.”

My lips split into a little grin. “Okay.”

Neither of us could hold our eyes open. I flipped over and he pulled me tight against him, sensually spooning me into his body, and I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next morning to the pleasant sensation of my Daddy’s warm breath on the back of my neck. I was lying on my side and he was still spooning me; he had one arm under my pillow, his other hand on my hip, and his flaccid cock in the crack of my ass. He must have sensed that I’d awakened, because he whispered in my ear, “Good morning, sweetheart, are you okay?”

I answered without turning my head. “I’m perfect and last night was perfect. How are you doing?”

He hesitated just the barest moment, then replied, “I’m doing okay, sweetheart. I loved what we did, but...” His voice trailed off. I reached around and gently rubbed his thigh before flipping over and facing him. “I feel a little unsure of myself now,” he admitted.

I sensually ran my fingertips over his handsome face. “It’s what I wanted, what we both wanted,” I whispered.

“I know, but I can’t help feeling a little guilty.”

I leaned in and we shared a gentle kiss. “Please don’t feel that way; how can I help you?”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m your father?”

“No, it doesn’t.” I kissed him passionately. “You treated me like your wife last night and that’s exactly what I wanted.”

“I’m afraid of messing you up, everything we did, everything we’re doing.”

Due to our close proximity, I felt his cock begin to harden as it rubbed against my thigh. His mind still had doubts, but his body didn’t. Just like last night, I knew I’d have to take the lead. I reached down, took his cock in my hand, and began to gently stroke him. “I see someone else is also awake,” I said playfully.

His face reddened just a little. “I can’t help it, you’re just so beautiful, so sexy, honey.”

“You need to let go of the guilt and just take what you want,” I whispered.

He must have been getting over that guilt, because one of his hands slid over my breast and the other stroked my pussy. I’m definitely like my mother, I thought happily. I’m already wet and ready for him.

“Get onto your back, honey.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

I slid onto my back and opened my legs, and he crawled in between them. Butterflies were nervously churning in my stomach. I knew what he wanted to do, but it was something I’d never had done to me. My boyfriends had all wanted blow jobs but none of them were ever willing to do it, and it was something I’d always wanted. He ran the tips of his fingers over the lips of my vagina.

“You’re so wet for me, honey,” he said lustfully.

“Please, Daddy, put your mouth on me,” I whispered.

Little tingles coursed through my body when he extended his tongue and split the lips of my pussy, and I semi-patiently waited in anticipation. I encouragingly ran my fingers through his hair, and he slid his tongue deep inside me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Yeah, that feels so good,” I moaned.

His tongue licked the walls of my vagina and my body reacted; my hips rose without conscious thought to push my vagina harder against his mouth. My body’s response sent a thrill through me and I moved my hands to my breasts to pull and pinch my nipples for additional stimulation. Taking a bit more control, he wrapped his hands around my thighs, effectively immobilizing me. I felt his nose press against my little blonde thatch of pubic hair and my body began to climb.

“Just like that, Daddy, just a little more,” I said between little sips of breath. He withdrew his tongue, his mouth latched onto my clit, and he began to alternately lick and suck. I pinched my nipples harder and exploded as the waves of my orgasm washed over me.