I edited and rewrote some lines in this story. This story was written to see if there are genres that I can write that I have no experience in, and make it real enough for people to enjoy. I was surprised at how well people enjoyed it. Thank you in advance for reading my work. Tom
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She was only sixteen years old, when first she heard the word Cancer in her house. The house that she lived in with her mother and father.
She remembered coming home from dance class and as she made her way up the steps she heard her mother, crying uncontrollably. Her daddy was talking too, and he tried to calm his wife down, but Morgan heard fear in his voice. Something she had never heard from her Daddy.
Morgan knew right then that they were in trouble, and Daddy couldn't fix these tears with a kiss and a cuddle, like so many times before.
Life went on and mom got sicker and more fragile. The cancer ravaged her body and she eventually became a shell of the woman that Morgan remembered.
Her daddy (Tom) became withdrawn and angry, he spent late nights at work or the bar. Drinking away the loss, as he was spiraling downward. Anything he could do to stay away from home, and when he did he came home drunk.
Morgan spent her time between school and Dance class, all her free time she took care of her sick mom. Which was slowly beginning to beat Morgan down.
It was six months before graduation, and two days after Morgan's eighteenth birthday, when the inevitable happened.
The funeral was crushing to both Morgan and Tom, and they had different ways to deal with the loss. Morgan locked herself in her room listening to music and going through her mother's things, and Tom just got completely obliterated. Drunk beyond what he has ever been before.
One night during one of these binges he became so impaired that the bartender called him a cab, to make sure he made it home safely. That's the night that Morgan and Tom's relationship changed. That's the day that a high school girl realised that she was a woman in Daddy's eyes.
As Tom stumbled out of the cab, he fell and scraped his hands and knees. Making all sorts of racket getting into the house. He fell through the foyer and dropped into his easy chair.
As he rested Tom periodically tore a piece of his clothes off. Dropping them onto the floor. His shoes went flying across the room and made a thud on the bathroom door. That's the sound that startled Morgan.
She stumbled out of bed and retrieved her robe, slowly making her way down the hallway to the top of the stairs, and stepping down quietly
Morgan finally laid eyes on her inebriated father. Tom was reclining back in the chair, in nothing but his boxers. Clothes scattered everywhere, legs spread wide and just starting to snore.
As Morgan approached him, she noticed that the front of her Daddy's boxers were wide open. His bulge had always been very prominently displayed, especially when he wore tight pants or a swim trunks.
Although Morgan hadn't seen her Daddy's cock in the flesh, since she had accidentally walked into the bathroom on him as a toddler.
Curiosity got the better of Morgan as she moved slowly closer. She sucked in her breath deeply and inched on her tippy toes, ever closer.
Morgan realized that a lot of Daddy's cock was down the leg of his boxers, and she was only viewing a small portion.
Her heart beat stronger and faster, and she had a slight bead of sweat on her upper lip.
Morgan thought to herself,
