Valentines Day With Mammy

I reached over to hit snooze on my alarm clock. Today was Valentine's Day and I didn't really feel like getting up. Ever since my wife Alex died of Leukemia, holidays like Valentine's day and our anniversary were just a bittersweet reminder of what I lost. I loved her so much, and it was really hard watching her condition deteriorate. Today was especially hard, because it was also the 1 year anniversary of her death. That's right, she left me on Valentine's Day. So I just closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

I felt a gentle nudge, followed by a gently pleading voice calling "Daaad".

I just groaned a bit, pretending to be asleep. I didn't need to open my eyes, anyway; I already knew I would see the face of my beautiful daughter, Ashley. She got both her looks and her personality from her mother, she was always so kind and empathetic. I felt the bed move as she climbed into the other side.

"Wake up dad," she gently pleaded. "I made you breakfast."

I guess I was obligated to be conscious today. She knew this day would be hard on me, but I also knew it was hard on her--it was also the day she lost her mother.

"Ughhh", I groaned again, making a show of being groggy and disoriented. I rolled over and came almost face to face with her. I did a double-take; she looked just like Alex as she lay on her pillow bearing the same "good morning" smile I was greeted with every morning for years. Some part of me wanted to pretend it was Alex, to embrace one last time as husband and wife--but this wasn't Alex, it was my daughter Ashley.

"Morning Ash" I said, reaching my arm around her and placing my hand on her back to rub it gently. She was still in her nightgown and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra yet, so she must have just gotten up herself not too long ago. She's 22 now, so definitely not a little girl any more; but sometimes she still acted a little goofy. She was staying here to save money while she went to a local college, ostensibly--in truth I think she felt bad about leaving me alone and found excuses to stay here.

"Come on, sleepyhead," she prodded, "breakfast is getting cold." She grabbed my hand to pull me up and started to guide me in the direction of the door to go downstairs.

"Ok hold on now," I said as I pulled away. "I will be down in a bit," I said as I walked over to the bathroom.

Every morning I could feel my body getting older. I had to go to the bathroom, and it seemed to always take longer to empty my bladder out. I had a slight complication this morning, though; remembering Alex and seeing her in Ashley's face as I woke up had strengthened my usual morning wood, so it took a bit more time than usual. While I was with Alex, I had always sat down to pee out of respect for her, but since her death I had reverted back to peeing standing up. As I stood there going, I felt a presence like someone watching me.

As I finished, I came out to wash my hands and realized that Ashley was still standing there in her nightgown, and she was probably able to see the whole thing via the mirrored doors on the closet. I started to blush a little bit, shaming myself that I didn't close the door. I blamed it on being out of sorts today and pushed it out of my mind.

"Okay," I said drying my hands, "let's see about this breakfast."

The table had a red tablecloth--which was odd, since we usually only used for Christmas. There was a hearty breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and eggs ready for us. I sat down as I took in the delicious smells. The pancakes were shaped like hearts and lined with bacon around the outside. "Oooh fancy," I remarked about them.

She responded between bites, "I have been experimenting with making different shapes out of pancakes, and hearts were my latest invention."

"How did you do the angle on the bottom?" I asked, genuinely curious.

She paused to swallow again and reply "Nutcracker".

"Wow!" I managed between bites. I was continually amazed at her ingenuity as she grew up, she always found clever ways to do things. I was the Engineer of the family, so I guess she got that part of her personality from me.

"What are these strawberries supposed to be?" I said. The pancake had two strawberries placed upside down with the tops having been cut off; a line of cream cheese icing went from one side of the pancake to the other, moving underneath each strawberry on one side.

"Those are..." she started to explain, her face getting a little bit red. "To remind you of Mom".

I stared at them blankly for a few seconds thinking about it, until it hit me--boobs. My daughter put boobs and a bra on these valentine's day pancakes. I closed my eyes and exhaled with a chuckle.

"Today is... today, I know," she struggled to explain, "I wanted to remind you of good things--better times."

My slight chuckles started turning into sobs and tears started to well up a bit in my eyes.

"Awww dad!" she came over and pulled my head into her chest as she hugged me tight.

"It's..." I said, still somehow managing a smile, "They're nice." I honestly wasn't sure if I meant the strawberries or the tits around my head...maybe both. I could tell through the nightshirt that they weren't small, but also not massive either; probably somewhere between a C or D cup like her mothers'. I reached my hand around her hip to hold her close; I knew it was probably wrong, but I let myself enjoy their softness for a bit--it helped ease the pain a bit.

I turned to put a little kiss into her stomach then pulled back to look up at her to reassure her that I was okay, "Thank you, Ash."

We finished breakfast and I cleaned everything up as she went back up to get dressed and stuff. As I turned the water in the sink off, I still heard it running.

Ash must be taking a shower,

I thought to myself. It was unusual for her to take a shower so early in the day, but I supposed that she might have Valentine's day plans later. Her boyfriend was a guy she met at the local college; he was a nice guy--very nerdy, in a good way--but also very socially awkward. I had a hard time figuring out how serious their relationship was, but I didn't pry too much.

I realized the water had stopped, and I had apparently stopped walking up the stairs; I had zoned out thinking about what everyone was going to be doing today. I shook my head a bit to bring myself back to earth and continued walking up. As I passed by the bathroom door, it flew open and Ashley rushed out of it and knocked into me with a startled yelp. The towel around her body had fallen off and she stood there frozen in place a bit.

"Ah! Dad!", she exclaimed in a bit of shock before starting to ramble out "Sorry, I was just...I was getting ready and I didn't see you there and..." she was waving her arms around as she explained, causing her tits to jiggle a bit here and there; then she realized the towel had fallen and she looked down before trying to cover herself up. Her hands were doing a poor job, because everything was clearly on display. She had nice plump tits with small areolas; the color matched her lips actually. I could also see her pussy was was mostly shaved, with a little bit of stubble; there was a small red spot on her skin--looked like she nicked herself shaving.

She stopped trying to explain and rushed off to her room. I saw a slight spot of blood on the towel, probably from her failed attempt at shaving. I picked up the towel and grabbed some ointment from the closet, then knocked softly on her bedroom door. I asked in my Concerned Dad voice, "You okay Ash? I saw it looks like you cut yourself, so I brought the towel and some medicine."

The door cracked open, and a hand flew out to grab them before closing again. "Thanks Dad", came the muffled sound through the door.

"Look," I started to say, but not even sure what else to say with it.

You're a Dad, you can figure this out.

I reminded myself. I continued to speak to the silent room beyond the door, "Sometimes those things happen, and that's okay. You're a big girl...a woman even. You're going to try new things and they won't always go according to plan. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

"Thanks," came the meek single-word response from the door.

She's probably mortified right now,

I thought to myself.

Better leave her alone to figure it out.

I continued back to my own room to get changed for the day, but my mind wouldn't stop thinking about what I just saw earlier. It wasn't supposed to be sexy and she's my daughter...but my raging hard cock didn't seem to care. I was going to have to take care of business, but I was starting to feel guilty about it all. I went over to the vanity, which was just the perfect height to let it all go into the sink and avoid cleaning up. But there was something else here, too. I opened one of the drawers and pulled out a nude picture Alex had left me. She knew she wasn't going to live through it, so she wanted to leave something to remember her by; below the picture were written the words: "Remember to take care of yourselves." I thought it odd for the last word to be plural since it was only for me, but I chalked it up to probably a simple mistake.

I pulled off my pajama top and pushed the pants down on the floor. I stood over the sink and placed her picture on the vanity in front of me. I started to stroke gently, slowly. I squirted a little bit of lube from a bottle on the vanity into my hand, and started to stroke back and forth firmly but at a slow, even pace. As I focused my eyes on the picture of Alex, my mind slowly twisted it into Ashley right in front of me. My breathing quickened and my pace increased.

No, I can't!

I protested; but it was too late to stop now. I was furiously jerking my hand back and forth on my cock to the vision of my naked daughter, seeing her perfect tits bouncing and swaying around in the hallway again. Confused groans of protests escaped my lips, "Ash, I can't... no...ah...arrrgghhhh". My whole body convulsed as my semen shot out of my cock; it spewed so strongly that it shot more onto the mirror and faucet more than into the sink.

I closed my eyes, breathing hard and still holding my softening penis in my hand. I looked up and a movement caught my eye through the mirrors to something moving by my open bedroom door.

Shit, did I leave that open?

I scolded myself. I also feared that the movement I saw might have been Ashley running off, but I hope she didn't catch any of what was happening here. I still had to fight off thoughts of me secretly wishing she had, though.

I cleaned up the mess, got dressed and went out to the living room to watch TV. I was hoping I could put all this craziness behind me and try to have a normal day today. There was a sci-fi movie marathon on and I decided it would suffice to get my mind off of things. Being Valentine's Day the movies had a very poor attempt at being romantic or sexy, but seeing a hot girl get killed by an evil Leprechaun on a space station just wasn't sexy at all--the comedy of it was perfect for what I needed, though.

It was getting to be around afternoon and I heard loud talking upstairs through the vents (Ashley's room was right next to the living room). I decided to be nosy and muted the TV for a bit to listen. I could tell Ashley was having a conversation on the phone, and it seemed something wasn't going well. I heard escalated shouting. I couldn't make out much of it, but a couple sentences did carry through.

You're doing her homework in exchange for sex?!?

Oooh, that didn't sound good at all.

No you guys don't care about me, so you two can go fuck yourselves for all I care! It's over!

I heard a loud thud followed by sobbing. I unmuted the TV to avoid being caught listening in; but there wasn't anything I was going to be able to do for her now anyway--she'd come down when she was ready.

A few minutes later she came down with smeared makeup and puffy red eyes. She was wearing a red skirt and a tie-dye shirt that was tied into a knot to expose her midriff and tighten across her chest; she was obviously getting ready to go to a date, but I guessed that wouldn't be happening now. She was headed into the kitchen, but I called out, "Hey, you okay? Come here." I patted on my lap for her to come over and sit. She came over, still fighting the sobs, but not doing a good job of it.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked in a calm, gentle voice.

"I...it's just..." she started to explain, but it seemed she was trying to figure out what level of detail to go into. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm down. She regained composure and started over, "Jeff and I broke up...it seems we want different things in life, so it's not going to work out."

I pursed my lips and frowned, "I'm sorry to hear that, Ash." We sat in silence for a bit, and then I continued. "So... looks like you were headed out for a Valentine's date night?" She grimaced a bit and nodded. I pulled her close for a hug; it reminded me of times like when she had skinned her knee riding her bike outside, but this time her wound can't be healed with a bandaid and a lullaby.

An idea started forming in my head. "Well look, I have an idea..." I said with a sly smile.

She raised one eyebrow and glared at me suspiciously.

I continued anyway. "No sense for both of us to sit around here being sad and lonely. Let's have our own Valentine's day celebration."

Her face turned to a look of confusion, "Uh... what?" Her eyes darted up and back and forth, thinking about it. "I...guess?" she said with a shrug. Her eyes widened a bit as she started to think about it more. "Well, Jeff and I were going to do dinner and a movie, but I don't know now and my makeup is all ruined and..." her voice trailed off.

"Oh come on now..." I said, grabbing some tissues from the end table and wiping her eyes. I wiped away both her tears and makeup, and explained "You don't need makeup to look beautiful. You need to just be you, and be comfortable with that." She smiled back, as if I had also wiped away all her cares in the world.

I pulled out my phone and checked the listings. "Looks like there is a showing of the movie in about 30 minutes. We can get there and watch it, then do dinner afterwards."

"But why do the movie first?" she puzzled at me. "Wouldn't that be a movie and dinner instead of dinner and a movie?"

"Well," I reasoned to her, "The movie gives you things to talk about over dinner in case the conversation gets dry."

I could see the lightbulb click in her head. "Oh yeah that totally makes sense, now!"

"Well," I said, patting her lower back a bit. "We don't have much time, so let's get ready and go." With that, she and I both got up to go get ready.

Now I've never been one to really dress up much, but figured I should do something. I threw on some dark slacks and a Polo shirt, wet-combed my hair and splashed a bit of aftershave on for the scent. I went to reach for my wedding ring, but I realized that I had gotten out of the habit of it a long time ago, and it was very loose on my finger now. It felt strange to get dressed up without it, since the last time I went anywhere special was with Alex.

It's just time with Ashley,

I told myself as I decided to leave it alone for now to uncomplicate things and avoid the risk losing it.

I went out to the living room to wait, and within a few minutes Ashley came downstairs ready to go. She had changed out the shirt for a red crop top wrap to match her red skirt; it definitely accentuated her cleavage, but didn't expose her completely. I must have gasped or something because she stopped mid-stride to ask, "What? I..this came with the dress, is that okay? I can change if you want--"

"No, no," I cut off her rant a bit to reassure her. "It's kind of a date night, so it should feel like a date. I dressed up a little, too. See?" I raised my arms and twirled a bit, making pouty lips, and posing a little, which elicited several giggles from Ashley. So having broken all the tension, we went out to the car and headed over to the movie.

I wasn't even sure what we were getting into; for the past year I felt like I was living in a fog, unaware of what's going on in the world--I was too depressed to think about things like movies or entertainment. I had seen advertisements for the movie before, but didn't know much about it. It was a kind of medieval period action movie, but had a lot of drama: There were back-room plots against the king by lecherous nobles, an order of assassins doing the dirty work for the king, and some "regular guy" knight types trying to protect the peasants from the fallout.

My girl has some good taste in movies,

I thought to myself. The theater was getting a little chilly after awhile, so she started snuggling closer to me for warmth; I wrapped my arm around her and she put her hand on my leg to avoid falling over.

The drama had built up quite a bit between the factions, and the Princess was becoming enamored with the middle class Knight.

Oh great, another Knight/Princess trope,

I thought to myself, preparing for an onslaught of cheesy lines. I was unprepared when it turned into an extremely romantic sex scene. Practically everything was on display and the actors were doing such a good job that I started to wonder if they were actually having sex on the movie set at the time of filming.

My pants became aware of the sensuality of the scene when a tight bulge started to form in them. I shifted a bit to releive the tension, after which Ashley had to adjust as well. When her hand came back down on my leg, it ended up right next to my crotch so that her index finger was actually grazing the tip of my penis. The lady on the screen was on all fours getting pounded from behind with her tits swaying underneath her from each thrust, and I swear that Ashley's fingers curled in time to each thrust. Intentional or not, her fingers were basically jacking me off through my pants to the tempo of the movie. I felt so close to the edge when the scene ended; Ashley's hand stayed in place, but her fingers stopped moving at least. I tried extra hard to focus on the movie as a coping mechanism for dealing with the severe blue balls I was left with.

When the movie was over I still felt a lot of residual sexual tension, and trying to decide whether it was worth the risk to go jerk off in the bathroom of the movie theater. I mentioned that I might need to hit the bathroom before we went on to the restaurant, but Ashley complained, "Come ooonnnn Dad, let's just get to the restaurant; I'm hungry and you can go there." I sighed and nodded in agreement, knowing I was going to deal with the disappointment for the rest of the night.

When we got to the restaurant, they sat us in a quiet booth for two and gave us their special Valentine's Day menu. The waitress came over and introduced herself, "Hello, my name is Maggie and I'll be your server this evening. I'd like to call your attention to our Valentine's Day menu, where we have our 'Lovebird Special'." She was an older lady with a lot of southern charm, and had a very sweet but dark quality to her voice--like a kind 'old soul' hiding years of wisdom behind her matronly smile--but still being a very down to earth, personable lady. She turned to Ashley and continued, "Let's start with you, my dear. What can I get for you and your--I must say very handsome--date tonight?"

"Oh me? I uh..." Ashley stammered, clearly not used to having such attention shown directly to her. "Some wine or something? I'm not sure what to..." her voice trailed off.

The waitress didn't miss a beat, though. "Oh don't worry darling, Mammy's gonna help you out. I recommend a nice steak to get some meat on them bones, and then pair it with our house red wine. It's light on the alcohol by design to avoid impacting customers' driving, and its been a family tradition around here since forever." Ashley's eyes lit up as it was explained to her, instantly agreeing to the suggestion.