(Mina asked) ‘Daddy? Are you ok?’
It has been just three days after her funeral, and I was still in the mind of disbelief, and unacceptance that she was no longer around. In many ways, she still felt like she was ‘just not around’. On the surface, life went on as usual, but I knew my movements, gazes, energy, were.. soulless. Mina is our daughter, whom besides gave us something to work for, live for, reignited certain passions in our lives. From the busyness when she was younger, to the increasing amount of free time (we got) as she gained a teenager’s independence, our sex life gradually returned, to a point it felt like we, ourselves were teenagers again.
And then, it hit. Without any alarming symptoms, the diagnosis came too late. Medicine helped, and I could tell that she felt little to no discomfort. On her last night, she even initiated. Lying by my side, giving me a handjob when I least expected it, then led me on top of her, and gently guided me in. It was a beautiful night, filled with equal parts love and lust.
(Mina asked again) ‘Daddy?’
(I stammered) ‘Yes baby?’
Without saying a word more, she came over to the sink, and hugged tightly me from the front. Without lifting her head off my chest, she gripped my shirt hard.
‘I know how much you miss mommy. And I know nothing I say can make you feel better.’
To be honest, I wasn’t feeling much from her hug, like there was a barrier preventing her love from breaking through. But when she cupped her hand over my bulge, it felt.. strangely familiar. I quickly held onto her hand to stop her, but it didn’t do anything to keep her from moving it up and down.
(Mina asked as she jerked me) ‘Does this.. help?’
There was no answer that I could give, that made that anything but right. I just closed my eyes, and dropped my hand to my sides.
She then proceeded to lower my lounge pants, baring my hips, and continued to stroke me. Mina turned eighteen, three months ago. But it has been a year, since my wife and I knew of the boy she brought home on occasions. Despite their seemingly ok relationship, they broke up around eight months in, and my wife and I were both there when she came crying in our arms. That was how close we all were.
(Mina said) ‘Wait for me.’
I opened my eyes to see what she was up to, and saw her dashing off for a pack of wet wipes, coming back with one sheet to clean up my neglected dick of smegma. How could I have tended to that, when every other emotions were hitting me hard.
(Mina yapping) ‘Ok! You’re cleaned up now.’
With that, she popped my dick into her mouth, swirled her tongue around the tip a few times, and threw a glance of surprise at me. Instead of reacting positively, I just stared back blankly, while she took it deeper, and with more passion. As her mouth slid up and down my shaft, images of my wife, sucking like our girl did, flashed across my mind. The euphoria, the calm, the love, some semblance of it shot up my spine.
At some point, my knees buckled, but I didn’t fall. Instead, it gave Mina a scare, that she had to sit me down on the couch. In that new ‘position’, she sucked even more hungrily on me, slurping noisily and taking me further than her mom, down the throat.
‘Daddy? Are you feeling better?’
What other answer could I give? Except with a slight smile. Mina got up from her knees and climbed over my lap, knees by the side of my hips. Giving me a hug in her chest, she stuck an arm between our bodies, held my dick upright, and lowered her hips over my shaft.
(I whispered) ‘hey hey hey!’
(Mina whispered) ‘Hush hush daddy.. ‘
With that, she pulled her oversized t-shirt over my head and rocked her hips back and forth, panting harder and harder as she sat lower on my dick. Besides being way tighter than her mom, it was something else that managed to shut off the misery. Mina was, after all, a product of our love, made with half of me, and half of my wife. Is it wrong then, to feel that it was her whom I was fucking?
(Mina panting) ‘is this.. what mommy feels.. when she.. rides you?
Slowly, her moans, her heaves, her sighs, reminded me of how her mom sounded. Besides the difference in tone and pitch, the rest of it matched – be it tempo, sighs or gasps. By then, I had already pulled my head out of her shirt, and had unconsciously placed one hand around her neck.
(Mina gasping) ‘Do what you want dad. I know you won’t hurt me.’
I spun us around lengthways on the couch and laid her on her back, taking over the work to thrust my hips at this beautiful girl we made. The soundless opening and closing her mouth, flailing arms with nowhere to grasp, and knees bouncing up and down as hard as I pumped. It matched her mom precisely.
As part of my mind was, numb? Desensitised? I felt no urge at all, just pleasure, and calm, and comfort.
(Mina asked weakly) ‘daddy? do you want me to turn.. ‘
‘No. This is fine.’
‘Ok daddy.’
Without any urges to cum, I couldn’t help but slip into a depressed state again, gradually slowing to a stop.
(Mina asked gently) ‘Help me up daddy.. ‘
I did so, and it was her turn to lay me down on the couch. This time, she resumed her cowgirl position, took off her shirt, and placed both hands on my chest.
‘Daddy? *sigh* I know you miss mommy, me too. Both of you are my best friends, and the best parents my friends always say I have. taking a trembling deep breath I want to be mommy for you, so I can have daddy back. Ok?’
How could I possibly know what that meant? All I knew was that her grinding hips were already taking my breathes away, stirring that deflated cock into full blown rooster, scraping the sides of her vaginal, stretching the end of her pussy to size. Her moans went out of control, as her fingers frantically rubbed her clit to a swollen state. She was about to cum, as was I in her convulsing vagina walls.
(Mina moaned hoarsely) ‘daddy! i’m gonna come i’m gonna cum!’
Her pussy clenched on me to tightly that I felt an ache, followed by waves of milking motion happening along my shaft. Fearing the worst, I sat up, grabbed her hips and lifted her off me, accidentally triggering the final ‘tug’ that chambered my rounds.
(I groaned loudly) ‘SHIT!’
Back on her ass, and with my dick right around her eye-level, she swiftly yanked my dick into her mouth, and let her lips slide up and down while she returned one hand between her thighs. Seeming to ‘extend’ her orgasm, she was moaning into my dick as my hips finally buckled, spurting waves of cum into the mouth of a trembling little girl, possibly coming from her own orgasm.
When we finally calmed down, it was just two, sticky, naked bodies, with her lying on top of me.
(Mina whispered) ‘so.. can I be mommy?’
(I replied) ‘only in the sheets.. ‘
(Mina grinned cheekily) ‘Mmmm.. ok.. we’ll see.. ‘
After that day, we forgone any clothes in the house, and she continued that streak out of house, going pantyless on most occasions, and braless when appropriate. She became ‘mommy’ and ‘baby’, while I just remained as ‘daddy’. I think she just redefined ‘father-and-daughter moments’.