Im Mels Dad Ch 06 Moms Gone

SIX

Mom's Gone

I startle awake with you licking my balls - which wouldn't be surprising, this is part of your morning routine, except that this time you'd already nearly swallowed my dick. You're pressing your throat down on my cockhead. How could I have missed...

"Ahhhhhh. this feels good." I wriggle a little into our mattress to get more comfortable for your coming ministrations.

And my coming FROM your ministrations.

"No one has ever used their mouth so good. Damn girl."

You bob up off of me to say, "No one?" and back down smooth as butter.

"No one. Not even your mother. And she was the best."

You grip my cock with your teeth. Not biting, just holding firmly. You mash me up against the roof of your mouth with your tongue, your upper teeth bending my dick.

"Hey, M-"

You're up off me again and with a tossed-over-the-shoulder, "Sorry," you're out the door at a clip.

I notice the sun is up. I do not remember how I got from our couch to our bed. But here I lie, half a day later.

I follow you out of our bedroom just in time to see you open the bathroom door saying, "I gotta piss."

I nod and walk towards you; You leave the door open. Expecting something?

I walk on down the stairs to the kitchen.

Wow. You've been up for a while. And I know why you decided to wake me up.

The island counter is laid out for breakfast. Two plates beside each other, waffles, scoop of butter melting, warm syrup cruet, large orange juices, and coffee - coffee really being the only thing I was expecting.

Most unusual.

You sure are up to something.

"You sure are up to something," I say as you come downstairs.

You spread your arms and with question etched deep into your beautiful face you shrug.

The kitchen lights glint off your new jewelry, drawing attention to your nipples. OK, true, my attention is ALWAYS drawn to you nipples, but usually my eyes move down, and up and dart around taking in your dozens of points of beauty, but these rainbow-flashers hung through and just under your brown-pink buds, well...

When I finally tear my fascinated gaze away and look up, you haven't moved, you're still in that I-can't-believe-you-don't-know stance.

"Wha-a-at?"

You break out into a broad smile, leap across the kitchen to plant yourself, arms around my neck, tits carefully held away from my chest, legs wrapped around my waist thrusting your naked cunt against my cock. You grind and roll against me, lifting your pelvis to rub your pussy along my dick, plowing along your slit.

You've never been like this before.

I love it... but, again, what?

With all that wriggling and pressing and rolling and lifting you finally reach your goal - your cunthole, having totally slimed my dick, is poised over my cockhead.

You drop, spearing yourself onto my cock. Deep in one sheathing instant.

I get weak in the knees and turn, setting your mysterious naked ass on the counter. I start to pump into you, you put your hands on my hips and hold me still.

"No, Dad, this is me."

I cock my head, watching your eyes.

You playfully punch my shoulder.

"You forgot. You forgot, didn't you?"

"Obviously."

"Our anniversary."

"Anniversary?"

You put on a fake pouty-face, "Oh, you did forget."

I nod. Nod rather forcefully, and my pelvis mirrors my movement, curling into you.

"It's three years ago today that we..."

"'That we...?'"

"You know."

"The first time we... the day I... you..."

Now I know what you mean, but I'm so amused watching you struggle. It explains all the weirdness of today. And reminds me of the weirdness that day.

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"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"She's not coming back is she?"

"No. You know that."

"But, we were... she was..."

"Yes. Me too."

You stood shaking in the door to my office. You looked near collapse. You looked the way I felt.

I stood and walked across the carpet and took your hand.

We stood there, silent, looking at each other.

Seemed like for days.

My knees started to go weak and I stepped backwards a few steps, not releasing your hand. I turned and walked back to my desk. You came with me - we were still holding hands.

I leaned back to sit against the desk. I looked at the floor. Overwhelmed.

You looked at me, seeking answers I didn't have.

Rather, answers I couldn't reveal.

I lifted up my eyes to yours and the tear rolling down my cheek triggered yours.

I drew you to me, hugged you, held you tight, you wrapped your arms around me and we sobbed, deep, both lost.

You drove us to the house and I went up to my room, into my bathroom and washed my face - rinsed more appropriately - splashing handsful of water from the fully open running faucet.

I slumped to the floor and sat, leaning against the vanity.

"Dad?"

So very tentative. And tender. I heard you from the bathroom and called to you.

Called is not the right word, it was more a croaking sob, but...

You came in and stood in the door, one hand on the jamb. You looked down to me and I saw your face crumble under your loss, our loss, and you burst into tears and flung yourself down to hug me tight, pinning my arms to my sides. It was all I could do to press my arms against your sides, my hands held, useless, behind you.

Eventually, we stood from the hardness of the tile floor and staggered, shuffled to my bed, supporting each other through the effort. I sat, staring back at the bathroom, seeing nothing. You sat beside me and we each put an arm around the other.

We had stopped crying.

On the outside.

I flopped back onto my bed, arms flung wide.

You turned your head to look at me, your face wet and puffy from crying. I always thought you were beautiful, from the day you were born... but now, now...

You leaned down and stroked my chest like you would pet a dog to calm him down. It worked. After a fashion.

You lay down beside me, your head on my outstretched arm and turned to me, lying on your side.

I followed you with my eyes as you lay yourself down and, calmed by your continued stroking and exhausted by the events of the day, I drifted into a deep sleep.

I woke, or seemed to, with my arm wrapped around you and you lying against my side, half on me.

I became aware of your warmth, your breath slowly pulsing your chest, your soft breasts pressed against my ribs.

You hair spread over you like a blanket.

I started to stroke your hair absently.

And drifted back to the soft darkness of sleep.

I woke in my bed. Alone

Alone.

I heard you moving in the kitchen and smelled coffee.

I took off the clothes from yesterday and pulled on white linen pants and a pale blue cowboy shirt with pearl buttons and shuffled down the stairs, nearly stumbling, clinging to the rail.

In the kitchen you were finishing up with breakfast. Wearing the worn old She-Ra t-shirt that reached to your knees.

"Just in time, Dad."

I nodded and pulled over a stool to the island counter.

You set a plate of waffles on the table in front of me and a mug of coffee. I held the mug with both hands, absorbing the heat. You sat across and fiddled with your waffles with your fork.

When you finally used your fork to cut a bite off your waffles and lifted your fork to your mouth. I watched, entranced. All you were doing was chewing your breakfast waffles - and that was all my world.

"Dad. Dad. Are you going to eat?"

"Wha?" I was drifting in a vast grey absence.

"Dad, you need to go back to bed."

"Hunh?"

"You need to go back to bed, you're totally out of it. You can't even eat."

"Yeah, sure."

I stood and, unsteadily, shuffled back up to my bed.

I flopped down and, with one arm under my head, drifted - not to sleep, but drifted in the grey, staring at the ceiling, watching the light change as the sun passed the zenith of noon.

"Dad. Wake up."

I rolled to my side and realized my pants are off under the blankets of my bed.

You were sitting on the side of my bed, shaking me by my shoulder.

"Dad. Come down and eat."

I rolled away from you and pulled the blanket over my shoulder.

The morning sun came through the window and woke me. I felt the warm body beside me, the bed clothes kicked off the bed.

I rolled towards the warmth and lay an arm over the feminine body beside me. I rubbed my cock around her delicious ass and slapped her with it.

Falling into old wake-up habits, I reached over, grabbed her tits and pulled her back, her spine against my chest. I worked my stiff cock between her thighs. She slid her top leg away from me, opening the possibility of entering her.

She was still asleep and I moved until my cock lay along the upper slope of her inner thigh. I slid my head along the wet slit in her crotch. She moaned and shifted, unconsciously opening and presenting herself in her sleep. I pressed in past the ring of her cunt and into the hot, pillowed wetness beyond. She pressed back and rolled her hips. I drew back and thrust slowly in. She moaned and arched her back. I gripped her soft tits, fingers digging in and holding her tight while I start pounding into her cunt.

"Ahhhh. Ohh, my g-..." her voice lilted as she woke and her limpness began to firm and take muscular control.

I started pounding harder, knocking her along the bed until her head hit the headboard with each of my thrusts.

"Ohh, oh, Dad, more."

My excitement increased and I pound harder.

"Ah! Ah!" her cries echoed in the room, in tandem with the knocking of her head against the board and the splashing of her liquid interior.

--- Wait --- what --- what did she say? "Dad"?

Oh, shit, I was fucking Mel.

I stopped and pulled out.

You rolled towards me panting. You curled your fingers around my cock, slippery with your juice. You looked into my eyes.

"Dad," squeezing my cock.

"Mel, I..."

"Yeah."

"I didn't know."

"It sure felt like you knew what you were doing."

"I... I..."

"I was surprised to wake up being fucked by you."

"So was I."

"Oh, uh... are you sorry?"

I had no answer. My brain was in such turmoil it might as well be made of oatmeal.

Again, you asked, "Are you sorry?"

I moaned.

You squeezed my cock, "I'm not."

"Mel. Sweet, we..."

"We can."

"What about..."

"She's gone. No one is coming." You giggled. "Well, I'm pretty close."

You squeezed again. "And so are you." You jerked on me quickly, stretching the skin.

"Ahhhh, Oh, Mel..."

You pumped me and touched my head against your dripping slit.

With a quick twist of your hips you took me in and started thrusting, wriggling you butt against my groin.

I gripped your tits harder and started slamming into you with renewed vigor - and with blind denial of our relationship.

I stiffened and shot into you, it felt like I filled you completely with months of pent-up come.

You exploded on my cock and writhed wildly with your climax.

"Dad. Dad."

"Ahhh, Mel."

As we sifted down from our highs, we lay silent, sweating, our breath slowing down.

"That was great."

"Yes."

"I love you, Dad."

"hmmm - I love you, too, Sweet."

"ahhh"

"We keep this quiet."

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"Yesterday was weird - but nothing will ever be as weird as that day. Nothing will ever be as wonderful."

"Hmmm."

"Dad. Are you sorry?"

I smile widely.

"That's why I made the waffles, like I did then."

"Thank you, Sweet. I'm sorry I forgot."

You lay a hand on my thigh.

I smile, walk towards the hall.

"Dad, I love you."

"I love you, Sweet. Since before you were born."

You smile, lighting up the room.

Lighting up my life.

Our life.

I step out the door and head up the stairs.