Sweet Sandy, Part 3--Edited
by
Oldguy45
Part Three
Summer
Sandy and I cuddled on the couch together, watching TV. She had her hand in mine. We were quiet, not talking as some inane show droned on. It was a summer rerun and we had seen it before, and we weren't really interested. But it helped fill the silence in the house.
You see, two months prior we had buried my wife of twenty-two years, Helen. She had died of a particularly aggressive form of cervical cancer. She had only been in her forties. It had been very hard to see her taken so swiftly. We had tried everything: radiation, chemotherapy, even holistic medicine. But the cancer had been like a monster within her. It had been insatiable, and in the end, it had devoured her.
But let me backtrack, just a little. My name is Bob. I have a daughter, Sandy. She is twenty years old, blond, slender (a little too slender, if you ask me), and utterly beautiful. About a year and a half ago, Sandy and I had entered into an incestuous relationship. I won't say that we entered into it innocently. It had happened because we were in need of comfort from each other when Helen had been at the hospital. Helen had been having tests, and Sandy and I just sort of fell into each other's arms. We had started a passionate affair. The affair had continued even after Helen had found out last year. She had not done anything about it and she had not let on that she knew. Then, six months ago, in the dead of winter, Helen had joined Sandy and me on a weekend trip to our cabin. She had found us in bed together after having made love.
Of course, we were horrified and embarrassed. I mean, you don't really want to be caught naked in bed by your wife with your nubile daughter. But Helen told us she knew, and she seemed more or less okay with the idea. What she told us next was the real horror. You see, she'd been delayed seeing us because she'd gone back to her oncologist's office for some tests. The tests had come back positive. She had cervical cancer, an especially aggressive form. Her doctor couldn't make any guarantees about whether any therapy at all would work.
Sandy, Helen and I had lain in bed all night long, talking and crying, and hugging each other. We put Helen between us on the bed and let her talk, and we both caressed her gently, and kissed her, and told her how much we loved her, and how we would all fight this thing together. In the wee hours of the morning, Sandy and I made gentle love to Helen. I kissed her pussy and Sandy kissed her breasts and she climaxed over and over again. When Helen fell into a deep sleep, Sandy slipped over to my side of the bed.
"Dad," she whispered to me.
"Yes, Baby Doll," I whispered back.
"May I suck your cock? I need too. Right now."
"But why baby?"
"I don't know, Daddy. I just need to feel you, to feel your touch. I need to do something for you. Please Daddy, may I suck you?"
"Sure you can."
Sandy crawled up between my legs. She nuzzled my semi-erect member, rubbing it on her face, kissing the shaft, running her warm wet tongue up and down. I quickly grew fully erect. The head pulsed purple and my semen started boiling at the sight of my lovely blond daughter making love to my cock.
With a little cry, Sandy took the head into her sweet mouth. "Mmmm" she sighed as she took as much as she could down her throat. Her small feminine hand circled the base and she gently pumped the shaft as she bobbed up and down on the head. Beside me on the bed, my wife breathed deeply in sleep while my daughter made gurgling sounds on my cock.
"Oh baby," I moaned, entwining my fingers in her hair. She took her mouth off for a second and smiled at me.
"I love you so much, Daddy," she said. "Please give me your come."
"It won't be long, baby girl."
Once again, she bent to her sucking. I could feel every nuanced movement of Sandy's tongue across the head and shaft of my engorged penis. She sucked hard, then let up, then hard again. I felt a familiar tingle begin in my balls as my sperm gathered for release. Sandy seemed to sense this. She deep-throated me, her lips actually buried in my pubic hair. I was surprised. She'd been sucking me for a year and had never done that before. Still, the feeling of my cockhead lodged and rubbing against the back of her throat did it for me. Sandy and I looked into each other's eyes as I came. I grunted in pleasure-pain as my hot, thick semen erupted from my straining cock and into my daughter's hungry mouth. I felt the muscles in Sandy's throat contract as she swallowed my juices.
When I was totally drained, Sandy crawled up my body and gave me a deep, spermaticky kiss before returning to her side of the bed. We slept.
Helen had started chemo and radiation shortly afterward. For a while, it looked like she might beat the cancer. But the reprieve was short-lived. The cancer came back full force and Helen went downhill fast. We had buried her in June, on a day marked by mild temperatures and summer thunderstorms. Our families had stayed around for a couple of weeks to make sure Sandy and I were okay. But then they had left Sandy and I alone. Suddenly, the emptiness of the house had seemed oppressive.
