My parents had the most beautiful marriage. They were childhood sweethearts who married young and had eyes only for each other. As their only child I was deeply loved but I knew the love they had for each other was rare and I can remember as a teenager feeling both happy my parents loved each other and also deeply embarrassed as I heard their lovemaking from the room down the hall. Their favourite day was Valentine’s day and I usually went to stay with my grandmother as the house filled with flowers delivered hourly throughout the day. Dad always bought mum the most romantic gifts. He would buy her the usual rings and bracelets but one year he gave her a frame with a pressed flower in it. It was from the first bunch of flowers he had given her and he had stolen the one bloom to press ready for their tenth wedding anniversary which he was sure of even on their first date. Just like their first date which had been on Valentines day, Dad always hired a stretch limo to take them to dinner. Mum always wore the same dress, a blue halter neck which she told me she had worn the night of their first date which was also the first time Dad had made love to her, claiming her virginity and her heart to be his forever. Mum still had an amazing figure and Dad loved seducing her in that dress every bit as much as he did that first time when they were teenagers. I would watch my parents and their passionate relationship and dream of the day I would find a man to love me just as my Dad loved my Mum.
You can imagine the devastation when one day as they were making love Dad found a lump in Mum’s left breast. Dad rushed his lover to the doctor and in what was the worst nightmare of our lives we all sat in the doctor’s surgery a while later as he told us with tears in his eyes that my beautiful mother was going to die. The cancer had gone too far into her lungs and her bones and there was nothing anyone could do.
Mum was amazing. She kept Dad and I together as she quickly slipped away from us. Once we knew of the cancer she seemed to fade before our eyes and although Dad and I knew we should be strong for her we could not deal with the thought of losing her and so right to the end she was the strong one, wiping our tears, telling us to look after each other and to me she said, “ Louise, your Dad will not cope with this, I am his world – you must promise me you will take care of him.” And of course I promised I would and prayed I would develop even half the strength my mother had to enable me to fulfill this promise.
That was almost 6 months ago and although I called in to visit Dad almost every day, he had not smiled since she died. Dad was forty and a very good looking man. He had those Hollywood good looks with dark hair and green eyes and stood 6’2”. He was built like a man who worked out everyday and although he didn’t realise it, he could have his pick of almost any woman – to be blunt my Dad was the best looking man I knew.
He had been running his own software business but since mum died he would not leave the house so I did the best I could to keep things going until he was ready to go back to work. I was 21 and had left their love nest at 18 to give them more privacy. They would never have asked me to do this but I’m glad I did as it gave them time on their own before Mum was taken from him. I soon got into the habit of phoning before I went over though as I walked into the kitchen one day only to find them making love on the kitchen bench. Even in my embarrassment I remember thinking my Dad was the sexiest man alive and I caught a glimpse of what looked like a huge cock as he slid quickly out of Mum and tried to find some clothes. No wonder Mum was always smiling.
I was desperately trying to find a way to make my Dad smile and fulfill the promise I made to my Mum when I realised Valentines day was coming up and I suddenly had an idea. I was like a clone of my mother. We both had long blonde hair, stood 5’8” and had beautiful athletic legs and firm largish breasts. Dad used to joke he had trouble telling us apart from behind and we were often mistaken for sisters. I thought that if I could bring Mum back to life for one more night Dad might find a way of dealing with his grief and I might get to see him smile. I missed his smile so much and even for me he could not manage it. It was like he had died when she did and he was just waiting for his body to get the message and give up breathing. I could not stand to loose my Dad as well as my Mum so I knew I had to do something drastic to try to get him to come back to the world of the living.
