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Subject: {ASSM} A Widower's Diary, Part 3
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   These stories include fictional scenes of father-daughter incest.  If
such scenes may be offensive to you, please do not read them.  If you are
not an adult, please leave this page now.





   Part 1 is here:

  
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2011/6
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   Part 2 is here:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2011/6
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   A Widower?s Diary, Pt.  3



   M/Ff



   I managed, by claiming multiple chores plus general fatigue, to avoid
making love with Bron for the next three days.  When I congratulated myself
on that achievement, my alter ego said, ?Yeah, you?re a prince, you haven?t
fucked your own daughter for all of three days!  Guess they?ll give you a
medal, right??



   I knew it was wrong.  I felt it was right.  I didn?t know whether I was
cumming or going, when suddenly it came to me: I need a new woman in my
life.  It?s been a year since Kait died; when we used to talk about ?what
if?s,?  she always told me that she?d want me to find a woman to be with
and also to be a stepmom to Bron.



   But where to start?  I hadn?t dated since 3 years before Bronwyn was
born, that?s pushing two effing decades ago.  So I did the 21st-century
thing and signed up for a site which would take the arrangements out of my
hands.  One of my buddies at work had a freshly-minted Russian girlfriend,
only 24 years his junior.  He said she was so anxious to get out of Kiev
that she had made the first move to get him into bed when he went there for
his get-acquainted visit.



   I told him what I?d heard, that most of those girls love you until they
marry you and become U.S.  citizens, at which point they suddenly lose
their taste for ?older men.?  He said, yeah, he?d heard all about that, but
he?d enjoy it as long as it lasted, which was OK because he made her sign a
very protective pre-nup agreement.  ?Harry, just look at these girls, you
won?t find many like them over here!?  So I did.  I wasn?t about to leave
Bron on her own while I gallivanted to mother Russia, so in a cam-to-cam
conversation (paying the extra freight to the dating site for that
privilege), I talked Annie (short for Anastasia, still a common Russian
girl?s name) into coming to visit me.  I sent her the money for the trip
and got my buddy?s help in arranging for the proper visa.



   I didn?t say anything to Bron about this until it was all settled; I
knew she?d be less than pleased.  When I told her, she said, ?But, Daddy!
Aren?t I enough for you?  Don?t you love me??  Then the tears.  Shit. 
?Bron, I DO love you, you know that.  It?s because I love you that I need
to make a more normal life for you.  I mean, worrying about you crawling
into bed with me every night, let alone getting you pregnant, is NOT a
normal home life.?



   She did everything short of threatening to report me for incest at her
school, but we talked about that and she said she realized that wouldn?t
help anything and was just a reaction to feeling rejected, which wasn?t the
case anyway.  ?Daddy ...  when this woman gets here, will you still ... 
you know ...  do it with me??  I said I hoped not, which is not what Bron
wanted to hear except that it did kind of leave the door open.  That night,
she waited ?til I went to take my shower.



   I was just rinsing the soap off when the bathroom door opened and Bron
walked in wearing her birthday suit.  She opened the shower door, pulling
it shut behind her as she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her
mouth before I even had time to think about what to do.  ?Bron ...  honey
...  stop that, baby, we have to quit this stuff!?



   She didn?t say anything.  She couldn?t, because her mouth was full of my
now-erect penis.  She put one hand on my ass and the other on my balls
while she licked and sucked me.  I did my usual capitulation, knowing that
I didn?t want to deal with rejecting her by pulling away from her.  I put
my hands behind her head and fucked her mouth, my hips doing their job to
slide my cock in/out, in/out, in/out until in no time at all I ejaculated,
pretty much catching both of us by surprise when I came in her mouth.



   She looked up at me and swallowed, then put her arms around my legs and
hugged me, while the warm water continued to flow over both of us.  Then
she stood up, pressed her lithe-but-definitely-maturing body against me and
kissed me.  ?I love you, Daddy!,?  she said, as she opened the shower door
and left me standing there, my cock beginning to get soft again, my brain
knowing that this problem might be harder to deal with than I had hoped.



   Annie?s plane arrived just after noon on a school day, so she was there
with me to greet Bron when the school bus dropped her off.  Annie is like
so many Russian women ?  drop-dead gorgeous, with long blond hair, green
eyes, and a fabulously-sexy body.  36-D breasts, thin waist, and a petite
round butt that she had delighted in teasing me with on cam.



   Annie?s English was limited, but good enough for us to have talked about
Bron.  But NOT about anything sexual between Bron and me.  I didn?t want
her to think I was some kind of pervert.  Even though part of me thinks I
am; this has always been a big conflict between the head on my shoulders
and the head between my legs.



   Bron walked in the door, barely looked at me or Annie, and headed up to
her room, saying ?I?ve got a boatload of homework, and I?m not hungry.?  So
much for family togetherness at first sight.  When several hours had
passed, I went up to her room.  She wasn?t working at anything, just lying
on her bed.  It looked like she?d been crying.  ?Bron,?  I started; ?Don?t,
Daddy.  Just don?t say anything.  You don?t love me or you wouldn?t have
brought that ...  that ...  that WHORE into our house.?  Starting to rise
to that bait, I bit my tongue instead.  Nobody said this transition was
going to be easy.  ?I love you, Bronwyn.  I have loved you since you were
born, and will always love you.  You?ll understand that some day.  Now come
down to supper; Annie is looking forward to meeting you.?



   ?YOU go down to supper, Daddy.  I?m not hungry.?  She turned her back to
me and pulled her pillow over her head.  While part of me wanted to spank
her (which I hadn?t done since she was a ?terrible two,?  I realized that
she would just need time to get used to the new situation.



   I went down to Annie and we ate a Stauffer?s family meal that I had left
out for her to microwave.  I told her that Bron was going to have a rough
time dealing with a new woman in my life.  She said she understood very
well, because her mother had died when she was 12, and her father
remarried. ?But yes, I am new woman in your life, Harry.  Very in your
life, I hope!  She got out of her chair and walked to mine, sat in my lap
facing me, and proceeded to unbutton her blouse.  She must have taken her
bra off when I was upstairs with Bron, because those gorgeous tits were in
my face in no time.  ?Love me, Harry.  Love me now, I come all way from
Kiev for you.?



   What can I say?  I took her by the hand and we walked upstairs to my
bedroom, and within two minutes after our clothes hit the floor, I was
inside her.  Her pussy was as tight as Bron?s, and given the ten-year
difference between them, that?s saying something.  I came way faster than I
wanted to, but I swear she had also cum just as fast.  ?Wow!?  was about
all I could say as I realized just how much I had enjoyed that.



   ?Oh, yeah, ?Wow?  must be just great.?  Bron?s voice from the bedroom
door made me pull out super-fast.  Annie grabbed the bedspread and pulled
it over us.  ?Bron, just what do you think you?re doing?,?  I said.  ?What
am I doing, Daddy?  I?m watching my own Daddy forget all about my Mother
while he FUCKS this foreigner, THAT?S WHAT I?M FUCKING DOING!?  She burst
into tears, slamming the door behind her as she ran back towards her own
bedroom, screaming, ?I hope your damn dick falls off!?



   You can imagine the conversation Annie and I had after that.  I knew I
was in for a rough time.  
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