Message-ID: <61432asstr$1314015002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-USANET-Received: from cmsout01.mbox.net [127.0.0.1] by cmsout01.mbox.net via mtad (C8.MAIN.3.72B) with ESMTP id 941PHVgXe7488M01; Mon, 22 Aug 2011 06:23:04 -0000 X-USANET-Routed: 3 gwsout-vs Q:bmvirus X-USANET-Source: 165.212.11.138 IN xsxs-musicman@usa.net cmsapps02.cms.usa.net X-USANET-MsgId: XID070PHVgXF4132X01 X-USANET-Auth: 165.212.8.202 AUTO xsxs-musicman@usa.net web02.cms.usa.net From: xsxs-musicman@usa.net X-Original-Message-ID: <524PHVgwe6272S02.1313994184@web02.cms.usa.net> Z-USANET-MsgId: XID459PHVgXe3936X38 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2011 02:23:04 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} A Widower's Diary, Part 2 Lines: 162 Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2011 08:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2011/61432> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw New story attached. <1st attachment, "A Widower's Diary, Part 2.doc" begin> A Widower's Diary, Part 2 M/f, inc While Bronwyn was taking her shower, I started thinking about all the bad things that could happen if we continued on this path. And then I thought of how logical she had made everything sound, even using Kait's words to make having sex with her sound totally normal. Of course, part of me knew that was what I wanted to hear, and I argued back and forth with myself while I was getting dressed. Thank God it was a school day, so Bron and I wouldn't be alone together for at least the length of her 6 classes plus lunch period. "Speaking of 'period,' my brain reminded me, I hope the hell you remember how easily a teen girl can get pregnant. " I sighed aloud at that thought, just as Bron walked into the kitchen. "What's wrong, Daddy?" "Oh, nothing, really, Bron. Just thinking about things. Your toast is made, cereal's on the table -- don't be late for school!" As in, no way am I going to talk about cumming in your mouth just a couple of hours ago. "Daddy?" "What, Bron?" "I love you. And tonight I want to make love with you again." "I love you too, baby." Not going there. Not going there. Repeat after me. She ate her breakfast; I had my usual breakfast of coffee, then left for the office. "Bye, hon ... don't forget to lock the door!" "See you after school, Daddy!" All day long, my work suffered because my brain kept trying to decide what to do. And the fight was between what my brain said I should do and what the rest of my body wanted to do. Finally, I got the two to compromise. How? Easy. My brain capitulated, buying into Bron's "Mom always said that sex is how people who love each other can show it the most deeply" argument. Somehow, though, we both managed to avoid the topic when she came home from school in the late afternoon. She had a boatload of homework, and dug into it while I fixed supper. It was Tuesday night, and we both loved watching NCIS, so we did. Of course, NCIS ended up meaning "Now - Cock Is Sucked" when, during the third (and longest) commercial break, Bron reached over, unzipped my pants, and, when I didn't resist, pulled my penis out and began to lick/kiss/suck it. We didn't watch the last part of the show. "Daddy, I've been thinking about you all day long, about how good it will feel when you're inside me!" "Bron .... " Crap. I knew I had already thrown in the towel, so there was no point in pretending otherwise. "Bron, let's go upstairs to bed, baby. I want to be inside you just the way you want me to be there." We held hands going up the stairs and it was almost as if Kait were alive and back with me. We didn't talk, we seemed to know exactly what we were going to do. I still don't remember who led the way, but we went into the master bathroom, undressed, and got into the shower together. Her nubile body made me hard before the first bubble of soapsuds touched us. Our hands touched each other everywhere --- and I DO mean everywhere. I saw and felt her nipples get erect, and for a while I just held her close, letting the hot water roll over us as my hands cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her close against me, enjoying the feel of her breasts against my chest. We finished the shower and toweled off and, holding hands again, moved to the bed where she had been conceived, albeit in an earlier house. I opened my bedside table drawer and took out a condom, hoping that it wasn't too much out of date. "Daddy, you don't need that!" Now what? "Why not, Bron, we don't want to take any chances." "I'm on the pill, Mom's doctor prescribed it to keep my periods more regular, didn't she tell you?" Well, actually, no, my daughter's birth-control pills hadn't come up in our marital conversations. We kissed. We hugged. We touched. She sucked my cock, I licked her clit and made her cum at least two or three times before she suddenly said, "OK, Daddy, it's time." "Time?" Time for what, Bron?" "Time for you to come inside me, Daddy." So simple, the way she said it. Well, at least she wasn't a virgin, thanks to our Eagle Scout neighbor. "Bron, are you sure, baby? I don't want to do anything that will make you hate me someday." "Don't be silly, Daddy. I love you. And I want to show you how much I love you." She lay back and spread her legs. I looked into her eyes and began to enter her, very slowly. She looked at me, too, not closing her eyes. Just the head of my cock inside her at first, then an inch of shaft; then I pulled almost out before sliding in a little deeper. Then almost out again, then 4 inches inside her. Finally, all of my cock was buried inside her warm wetness, and I stopped, just enjoying being that close to her. I caressed her cheek, then her left breast ... and then began the ancient dance. I made love to her. I took her. I gave myself to her. I fucked her. Damn, did I fuck her. And finally I did close my eyes and for a moment blended my daughter and my late wife together in my mind, because they are/were the people I loved most of all. "Ohmygoddaddy, DOIT. NOWNOWNOWNOW!" Her hips rose to meet mine (how fast these kids learn) and I exploded inside her with a few final thrusts, trying to get even deeper inside that incredibly tight pussy. I didn't pull out for the longest time. We just lay there, spent, caressing each other until my penis lost its erection and began to slip out of her. The teenager surfaced. "Daddy, that's gross, I can feel all your stuff dripping out!" I had to laugh. "It'll clean up, baby. But I think you came as hard as I did, didn't you?" "Yes, Daddy, I did." A pregnant pause, I'd say, but she IS on the pill. "Can we do it again tomorrow?" I looked at her and knew what my answer was. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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