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Subject: {ASSM} A Widower's Diary, Part 2
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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.

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