8 comments/ 185751 views/ 61 favorites A Loving Daughter By: teddy2horse As Told To Theodore Roosevelt TwoHorse From the Diary of Alexia Martina duCota Please note, this is not the full Diary, just an excerpt of Mrs. Alexia duCota's diary. The full account has not been released and may not ever be released. Ms. Cindy duCota is maintaining it intact for her children. * A Personal Note From Cindy: I found Momma's hidden diary as I was getting her stuff ready to move to our other house and secretly read it through. Most of the stuff was dull and boring stuff, some of it was just plain racy. This part is the part concerning me and my conception. She had it all down, from meeting my father to my conception and pictures that she and Tantie Bree and Tantie Katie had taken of each other. We are not going to show those, they're private pictures of a nude and pregnant Momma. All in all, however, this part is an amazing and moving story of a woman in love and lust with her man, her own father, and within these few pages is that story, for better or for worse, it is the story of my father/grandfather and my mother/sister. Keep in mind that The Good Book says, "Judge not, lest ye be judged and found wanting," so I'll let you form your own conclusions. Prologue: His sister's funeral was going to be in four days, but he'd come when his sister had been hospitalized with this last stroke, so he'd been here about two weeks. The stroke had affected her badly, and she'd had another in the hospital not too long after the first one, as well as a blood clot, an embolism I think they called it, that had hit her heart and stopped it. The second stroke hadn't been too severe, and had it not been for the blood clot, she'd have survived to fuss and cuss another day, but not anymore. She was gone. His full name was Dauphin Martíne duCota, better known as Duke, and he'd been gone a long time, almost the entire length of the Iraq war up to now. Operation Enduring Freedom had been his ticket back into combat. He'd contracted with KBR and gone back to what he knew better than the back of his hand. He had made it through several tours of duty in Viet Nam and made it into Saudi Arabia for the Gulf War before he was unceremoniously put out to pasture, as he put it. He hadn't been out for long, when the action in Afghanistan heated up. He tried to re-enlist to get in on this one, too, but they had let him know in no uncertain terms that he was no longer fit to fight. KBR, however, was looking for security people, so he took a contract with them, the next best thing to being a soldier, and went off to make some money. This was as bad as he'd ever been hurt, so he'd come home to recuperate. At first people didn't notice his missing foot, then when they did, they'd treat him like an invalid. Sooner or later they forgot his missing left foot and treated him normally. A lot of his mobility had gone, by then, and he blamed it all on his missing foot. In spite of his injury, he'd lost none of his taste for a good fight, lost none of his love of the adrenalin rush that it brought. In between Iraq and Afghanistan, he'd made several of million in pay and bonuses which he'd put into a foreign American Express account and he hadn't spent much of it, except for the child support. He still had a couple of piles of money left since you can't exactly take off and go shopping in combat. At the age of fifty-nine, you could say he was retired from the military but never from combat. During his convalescent leave, he went back to look for his family. He had just found his brothers and sisters again, when this happened. Family gathered from miles around. People and cards of condolence came from all over the country, as well as from overseas, and not just from the insurance companies. He'd never realized how well she was thought of, he'd just thought of her as a crotchety old broad, a lot like him. He had married just before retiring from the Army at the ripe young age of forty-seven, a month shy of his forty-eighth, to a very young woman who'd fallen for his older warrior looks and status. Carmen Inocencia Fernandez had been nineteen, a young Tejana, barely out of the cradle, they teased him. It was true, he was an older guy with a 'way too young wife and a baby girl. Their marriage, like so many May-December marriages, ended in divorce. Their marriage may have been doomed to failure but it wasn't because of problems in the bedroom. He had done his best as a father for her, although he was always traveling with the many various jobs he'd held. His little girl loved him, but she didn't go for long periods without seeing him, until KBR came along. He'd always been close enough to go see an occasional ball game or school play and play with her take her to Mickey Dee's or that cheesy old mouse's pizza place, you know the one. The KBR contract, however, had been a long, tedious thing and he hadn't seen, nor hardly thought of, his little girl in five years or so. The last time he'd seen her, she'd been a gawky thirteen, falling in love with one boy band after another. He'd been afraid she would run off to be with one or another of them, but the few letters he received from her mother reassured him that she hadn't. He and Carmen were still on friendly terms with each other, overnighting on occasion, usually at her request when he'd been in town. She still missed him there. That had stopped when she re-married, but she still let him know about Lexi, that she was still at home and still behaving like a good girl. His next project after his sister was buried was going to be to re-connect with some of his family, maybe renew his ties with his daughter and speak to her about inheritance. As was said before, a lot of people came to see his sister off, among them was his own darling daughter, Lexi. He had kissed his sister good-bye helping to get her to Briggs Funeral Home and signing some necessary paperwork as next of kin. Her ex-husband hadn't been around in a long time and her kids weren't sure about what needed to be done. He was staying at the St Francis Inn, your basic dump, since he didn't believe in paying a lot for a place to sleep, and what with the Shriner's convention in town, even they were about out of rooms even at the minimum four hour rate. It had a tavern by the office, and it was thirsty work putting people in the grave, so he went there to have a couple. He stood at the bar and drank the first beer thirstily, nursing the second while thinking and staring vacantly into space. He was contemplating the shortness of life, when he was rudely bumped from behind. He moved over and ignored it, in this tight little honky-tonk, people were always jostling each other. "I said, hey!" he became aware that somebody was hollering at him, "are you deaf or are you stupid!" he felt the hand shove him on the shoulder again and turned to look. "I guess, I'm stupid," he answered turning back to his beer. "No," the loudmouth continued, "you think I'm stupid if you think I'm going to let you stare at my woman and get away with it!" he shoved Duke's shoulder again. "Look, ass-head," Duke spoke without turning, "all I want to do is drink my beer and go to my room. One funeral at a time is all I care to handle." "Funeral!" the loudmouth yelled grabbing his shoulder. Duke came off his stool swinging the beer bottle, with any luck, he'd connect, but he knew that this loudmouth had probably fallen for this one before. The bottle whizzed through empty air as Duke's assessment proved correct. He figured a knife or a club was the other man's weapon, so he let the bottle go and spun into a roundhouse kick, spinning on his good foot. The prosthetic foot connected with the side of the loudmouth's knee and he went down hard, screaming his pain loudly. His partner jumped in swinging a knife, Duke, wearing his heavy Carhart jacket was well armored against it. It was cold outside, so he'd worn his well insulated and very heavy canvas jacket. It turned the knife blade just enough to avoid heavy damage to his arm and protected him from the sharp edge. He slapped the knife arm as it flashed past him spinning on his prosthetic heel, brought the other elbow into the shoulder and neck joint, putting him down for a few precious seconds. The loudmouth had his back to Duke as he tried to get back up on his broken knee, so Duke punted his balls into his stomach. Nobody else was getting in on the slaughter, and Duke kicked the second man in the ribs, keeping him down. The deputy manning the door as bouncer was trying to edge behind Duke, but when Duke stood up, the deputy put a hand on his gun and pointed with the other, telling him to simmer down. "Call an ambulance, they need some help," Duke told him going back to his beer. The cops arrived with a couple of meat-wagons and surrounded Duke, taking his weapon, a .40 caliber Glock, and ammunition from his under-arm holster as the medics worked on the whimpering and bleeding men on the floor. The police shift supervisor came up to find out what was going on, Chief Deputy Johnson, he called himself. Duke looked up, recognizing the name and the man. "Grady," he called involuntarily, "Grady, you old fart, how you doing buddy?" his hands were quickly shackled behind him. The deputy's head came around with an audible snap, recognizing the voice, but not the face. "Sorry," Duke grinned, "it's me, Duke," the deputy hauling him off paused to let him say his hellos to the Chief Deputy just in case he was a VIP. The Chief Deputy nodded to him tipping his hat back and looking at him hard, trying to recognize him. Suddenly he grinned. "Say, hey, Duke," he reached for Duke's hand and realized he was cuffed, "hold him outside, for me," he instructed the deputy, "gently, and take these damned bracelets off him. Duke don't run. Duke's never run, huh, buddy?" he continued smiling and slapping him on the arm again. "Yessir," the deputy responded as they led Duke outside. The Chief Deputy stayed inside assisting in the interview and getting the various versions of the story. Duke was questioned for his side of the story and they were just waiting on the Chief Deputy to come give them the go ahead to take him to jail. Chief Deputy Johnson finally came out and asked them to release the man. The deputy holding Duke's weapon and ammo said that they'd found these on him. The Chief Deputy asked Duke if he had a permit or license for it. When Duke said yes, the Chief Deputy didn't ask to look at it, he just told the other deputy to hand the weapon back. "Duke," he threw an arm around him, "how you doing, old son?" he looked him in the eyes searchingly, then not seeing what he was afraid of, he smiled and slapped his shoulders, "your jacket's cut. Did the bastard git ya?" "No," Duke replied, "sometimes I think that if I'd had this old Carhart around my feet, I'd never have lost my foot," he pushed his weapon back into its holster as Grady turned to his deputies. "You can note that the suspect was questioned and then released by the Chief Deputy," he told him, "call it self-defense, the suspect was a better fighter than the two victims." "Yessir," the deputy answered, "we'll be returning to routine patrol, then?" he scribbled in his notebook. "Roger, that," the Chief Deputy slapped him on the shoulder, "good job, good outcome, okay?" They smiled back at him as they agreed. "C'mon, Duke," Grady slapped him on the back, "let's get you outta this dump." The ambulance loaded the injured men and quickly left as the police began scattering, one by one. Grady told him that one of Duke's old buddies ran the Red Carpet Inn out on the Evangeline, and would probably have a room he could have. Then he bullied the clerk at the St Francis into writing off the room and they picked up Duke's bags and left. He hadn't gotten a rental car yet, having been kind of busy, but Grady offered him his personal car and offered to bring it around. It had been years since she had seen him. Five years and four months to be exact. Five years and four months of loss and loneliness. She didn't know why she loved her Daddy, it just seemed a habit any more, but she did, and she missed him intensely, never realizing that it was more in the nature of having fallen in love with him than a daughter's love for her Daddy. She wasn't the first daughter to ever fall in love with her father, nor would she be the last. As a child she had often dreamed that her Daddy was her husband and very much in love with her. Every time he'd kiss her mother in front of her, she'd pretended that it was her that he was kissing. When she'd learned the wonderful art of self-pleasuring at around the age of nine or ten, she would pretend that it was him on top of her, filling her young pussy with his big cock. She knew how big it was because she had "accidently" seen it more than once. Now, years later, having had three sexually awkward boy-friends, she had perfected and refined her art of self love, learning how to touch her private parts. Still, five years and four months was five years and four months. The loneliness was an experience she didn't care to repeat and she knew full well that she would. She could hardly bear to be with any of these "boys," so she stayed alone and depressed. These thoughts and more filtered through her sleep deprived brain as she drove into town. It was a sprawling smallish city, no skyscrapers, no big buildings, not that there was anything wrong with that. It was just a small town. There was nothing to distract her from her thoughts and considering the impending reunion, she couldn't think of anything else except finally seeing her Daddy after all this time. She loved him and she was lonely without him and she never questioned why she felt the way she did. She sighed as she got to the end of I-49 and it became the North West Evangeline Thruway, her gritty eyes burning her eyelids, she had driven all seven-hundred and thirty miles without stopping. All she cared to remember was how he had caressed her face and gazed into her deep blue eyes when he left her to go to Iraq. She had gazed back earnestly, all of her love and need mixed with her sexual desires and blatantly displayed for him to see, but still he left. She had never vocalized her love for him, and he was never very insistent on hearing her say it. So she drove on, daydreaming of the impending reunion and hoping for the best. Then just as she was about to kiss her Daddy in her mind, she felt the left front tire slam and sink into a pothole. She could feel one side lift up and slam down as the whole car slewed sideways and stopped. "Oh, God!" she cried out. The engine was still racing, so she shifted it into park. It came out of gear stiffly, but the engine settled down into an idle. She realized something was very wrong with the car as soon as she stepped out. It was sitting too low, the door sill practically on the ground, when she stepped out, the pavement seemed too high. She looked back and saw a long metallic smear on the road. It led from the pothole several hundred yards back to where the left front frame lay flat on the macadam. She looked up the road and saw a tire, which she suddenly realized was hers, rolling on down the road and into a ditch. At least she was dressed for the chilly weather, she thought. She wore a heavy wool jacket, fleece side in, over an old flannel shirt that hand once belonged to her Daddy, and a tight pair of jeans that snuggled into her ass, a pair of four-inch high heeled boots on her feet. "Oh, no!" she gasped, "now what do I do?" she fisted her hips and kicked the car. A city police car pulled up behind her and she glanced over to see a tall slender man adjusting his Smokey Bear Hat stepping up to her. "Looks like you got a problem, ma'am," he said seriously. "Yeah," she agreed fuming at the old rust-bucket that had at least gotten her this far, "that's one way of putting it," she shook her head and turned to him, set to ask if he could help. "I know you, don't I," she suddenly cried out instead and pointed at his face. "Oh?" he answered warily, then, "Alexia duCota!" he suddenly grinned, "you remember me? I'm Terry, Terry Smalls! Junior High!" he touched her arm. "Terry Smalls," she smiled at him, "I remember the Junior High Prom," her smile widened, "do you?" he blushed at the memory of it. "Do I ever," his face turned a beet red, "what brings you back, you're not getting married here are you?" he teased. "No, no," she giggled pleased at seeing the familiar face, "nothing like that. My Aunt Janie's pretty bad off and she's not expected to be around very much longer," she punched him playfully on the arm, "I figured I'd better come and see her before she checks out, y'know?" "Well," he frowned putting a hand on his gun like Barney Fife in the old TV show, "I don't know if it's my place to say anything . . ." his voice trailed off. "What!" she asked gripping his arm in a half-panicky move. "Well," he removed his hat in a gesture of respect, "Miss Janine passed away last night," he took one of Lexi's hands in his. "I'm sorry, Lexi," he apologized earnestly, catching her as she sagged and settling her on the trunk of her old car. "That's all right, Terr," she waved him away, "it's okay, we were expecting it and, frankly, I'm surprised that she lasted this long." He'd pulled out a clean handkerchief and was trying to hand it to her. She accepted it and dabbed at her blue eyes as he settled in beside her, putting an arm comfortingly around her. She leaned on him and cried for a bit, but she finally managed to compose herself. "Well," she straightened her eighteen-year-old shoulders, "I guess we need to get this mess cleared up," she waved at the remains of her car. "I'll get Simmons Wrecker out here," Terry quickly offered, "they owe me a couple of favors," he pulled out his hand-held radio, "hell, Simmons might even take it off your hands for parts," he winked, "make a little money off it, anyway, y'know?" "They may not be as good as I'd like them to be," she waved helplessly, "but I don't have much money. I ran down here more on the spur of the moment without my mom or step-dad's approval." "Well, it don't look like it's going many places anymore," he agreed, "listen, I'm sorry, but I do need to clear the road, so if you don't mind I'll get Larry to bring his cab around, he's another fella owes me a favor or two and he'll give you a ride to the house, on the house," he got on his radio. Lexi smiled at his weak joke. "Ya know I'm sorry about Janine," Grady offered, "she was a good woman." Duke grinned at him. "She said the same thing about you last time I spoke with her. She kind of let on that there might be more than just a quick hello and how are you between you two," he glanced sideways at the Chief Deputy. "Mebbe there was and mebbe there weren't," the Chief Deputy answered carefully, "a man tells no stories and doesn't brag of his accomplishments," his voice trembled, "but she was a wonderful lady," and gulped back his tears. "She could'a done worse," Duke nodded in agreement, "she could'a done worse." They pulled into the Red Carpet Inn and Duke spotted his old buddy, Alex, out front changing the street sign. Grady honked his horn and Alex stopped his work, laying the long pole carefully on the ground. "Hey, Grady," he grinned dusting off his hands to offer a handshake. "Alex," the Chief Deputy nodded shaking his hand, "look who I found raising hell at the St Francis," he waved in Duke's direction. Duke was in the process of climbing out of the patrol car when Alex came at him. The rebel yell and tremendous bear hug let Duke know that he was well received. Alex had his arms pinned to his sides and was jumping up and down with him, just as helpless in that position as the two loudmouths at the St Francis had been. The Chief Deputy unloaded Duke's bags as Alex continued dancing with him. It took a while but Duke finally managed to get him to stop and they walked toward the check-in desk with Grady carrying one of the bags. A Loving Daughter As always, your votes and comments are greatly appreciated. Please enjoy... * "You really have to stop watching those," Nicole said to her mother, as she noticed her gazing at the romantic comedies on display in the store. "Believe me, you'll find the right guy soon enough." "You've been saying for the past few years, and I'm the only one of all my close friends who's still single," Barbara replied. "That's because you're too picky and won't give anyone a decent chance mom." "Has it really come to this?" Barbara said in a depressing, yet playful tone. "Now my own daughter is giving me advice on dating. I guess I'm going to be all alone again once your next semester starts next week." Nicole smiled and put her hand on her mom's shoulder, "Come on mom, let's go to the check out counter and then have lunch afterwards. We have plenty of other stores to visit today." "You're right, it certainly beats standing around and talking about such a depressing topic. Let's go." A LOVING DAUGHTER Barbara knew she was lucky woman at 46 years old. She certainly had a lot going for her in life. She had a great job at a law firm where she made a near six-figure income. She was surrounded by friends and family who cared for her very much. And most of all, she had a daughter whom she loved and adored more than anything else in this world. Barbara truly considered her 19 year old daughter Nicole to be her best friend, and she so proud of her for being able to attend one of the best universities in the country. But the one thing missing in Barbara's life was a steady relationship. It's not that she couldn't find a date, she had plenty, but she could never make one last. It was always one reason or another that would ruin a good relationship for her. Often times it was her hectic work schedule which turned men away. Other times it would be that she felt that the guy she was with simply wasn't good enough for her, a point which her daughter had alluded to several times during their discussions. Whatever it was, Barbara was always fearful of ending up alone. She wasn't getting any younger after all. So she spent a lot of time doing her best to look good, whether it going to the gym as many times as she could in a week, or tan in the back yard whenever possible. She always dressed professionally and with class, but tried to look modern and sexy at the same time. Whenever she felt depressed, she would always try to remember her daughter's optimistic words, 'you'll find someone soon...' ***BACK HOME*** Nicole walked into her mother's room to drop off her new clothes as her mom finished unpacking the rest of their groceries. But when she put the bag down, she noticed something in the slightly open drawer next to her mom's bed. She had an idea of what it was, but she wanted to be sure. So she opened the drawer to reveal a flesh colored vibrator sitting on top of a small towel. Her curiosity got the better of her and so she picked it up and looked at it for a moment, not knowing what to think. "Nicole?" she heard her mother say behind her. She suddenly threw the vibrator back onto the towel, slammed the drawer shut, and turned around to see her mother standing at the door way. "Well, you obviously saw something that you weren't supposed to," Barbara said, feeling humiliated that her daughter discovered her sex toy. "Mom...there's really nothing to feel embarrassed about," Nicole replied, trying to ease the awkwardness. "Lots of women own these nowadays. It's perfectly normal." "Oh cut it out, I see that nervous look on your face. You're just trying to be nice because you know how embarrassing this is for me." "...I guess that's part of it. I'm also pretty surprised that you would own something like this, despite what I've said. You don't seem like the type who would just walk into a sex shop or go to an adult website and buy one of these things." "I'm not. Well not really," Barbara replied. "A few weeks after you left for college, on my birthday, one of my friends gave it to me as a joke. We all had a good laugh and I took it knowing that I would throw it out eventually. But you're at the age where you understand a woman's needs; and so one night I was feeling lonely and I thought I would give it a try. You can figure out the rest and why it's next to my bed right now." "Okay, now that sounds just like you," Nicole joked, making the both of them laugh. With the mood in the room lightening up, Barbara curiously asked her daughter, "Since you know such much about this and think it's so casual, is it safe to assume that you've used one before?" "No, I haven't," Nicole answered. "It's actually the first time I've ever even touched one." The phone suddenly rang, bringing an abrupt end to a taboo conversation by a mother and daughter. Barbara checked the caller ID, and before answering it, she told Nicole, "I have to take this call, we'll talk later." *** The rest of the day was awkward for both women. They prepared dinner and ate as usual. They even talked about some of their usual topics. But the odd tension from Nicole discovering her mom's vibrator still lingered. Barbara went to bed that night replaying the conversation which took place in her bedroom earlier that day. In some ways, she felt even worse about it because it finally sunk in that her daughter would always remember that she owned a sex toy. Even worse, she couldn't believe that she ended that conversation with her asking her daughter if she had ever used a vibrator before. To her, that was probably even worse than getting caught in the first place. She had no idea how those words even came out of her mouth to begin with. All she knew was that tomorrow was another day and she firmly decided that she needed to talk with her daughter about it once again to clear the air. ***THE NEXT AFTERNOON*** Barbara closed her bathroom door and disrobed. She then turned the faucet in the tub to prepare for her usual weekend bath. She ran her hand through the warm water and bubbles to make sure the temperature was perfect. The sit-down she planned to have with her daughter had to wait because Nicole had gone out with some friends. The water was where it needed to be and was at the right temperature, so Barbara turned off the water, leaving her bathroom in complete silence before she would get in the tub. Then, she heard it. There was a faint sound coming from the other room. She pressed her ear against the door to hear something buzzing. It was a sound she knew all too well as it comforted her on many nights. It was her vibrator. She knew that it had to have been her daughter, and that Nicole had come home while the bath was filling and had assumed that she wouldn't have been able to hear the sex toy being used. In that moment of realization, Barbara didn't know how to react or what to feel. Her mind was in a frenzy of trying to decide whether to just get in the bath and pretend she didn't know what was going on, or, even worse- have a look. Barbara had wanted a mother/daughter discussion on this issue, so what better time then now? She knew that her daughter was fascinated by her vibrator as she had never even touched one before, so she assumed Nicole had just wanted to see how it worked. The time felt right for her to initiate their talk. And with Barbara's robe put back on, she gently turned the knob on the door and slowly opened it. She expected to see her daughter curiously looking at the vibrating object. But when Barbara got her first glimpse of her daughter, she was in for a serious shock. *** Nicole was completely unaware as her mother now looked on. She was still dressed in her jean pants and t-shirt from having just arrived home. Her pants were unzipped and slightly pulled down along with her panties as she rubbed her mother's vibrator against her throbbing clitoris. It was first time she had ever experienced such an odd sensation despite already having her fair share of sexual partners. Barbara remained silent as she peeked through the small opening of the door. She felt nervous and her heart began racing. Her hands slightly started to shake as well. But it was now or never. Barbara wanted an open dialogue about this with her daughter. She didn't know why, other than she didn't want secrets or tension to exist between them. Perhaps it would even bring them even closer together in a maternal sense. And also, she wanted to feel what she felt yesterday for some reason. In some way, deep down, she enjoyed it. *** "Fun...isn't it?" Barbara asked, as she opened the door and stood there in her silk bath robe. "MOM!!!" her daughter yelled back, as she quickly put the vibrator away and pulled her pants back up. "Oh god! I thought you were in the bath! I'm so sorry...I can't believe this is happening right now." "Calm down, I'm not mad. But I do think we should talk about all of this. Here, have a seat." Barbara walked over to where her daughter was standing and had her sit right next to her on the bed. "What's there to talk about?" Nicole replied, nearly in tears. "You just caught me using your sex toy when I thought you were in the bath. It's just that...I walked by your room and was curious about it, that's all. I wanted to see what it was like when I thought the opportunity was there. God, this is so humiliating. I knew it was a bad idea." Barbara raised an eyebrow and asked in teasing manner, "What happened to my feminist daughter who was telling me the other day about how common and open this is?" "Very funny mom. But this isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said that." "But you were curious about it?" Barbara asked, enquiring more about her daughter's thoughts. "Yeah, it's something I've wanted to try for a while now. That's why I was looking at it yesterday." Barbara reached over to her open drawer and picked up the vibrator, and said, "Here, if you're so curious, and if you want to try something new, give it a shot. Who am I to judge?" "Are you sure about this?" Nicole asked with skepticism. "I mean, it's yours and you've...you know...put it inside your private area." "Well that didn't seem to be a problem for you a few minutes ago did it?" Nicole blushed, "I know. I just used it a little on the outside of my...ugh...I can't believe we're even talking to each other like this. It feels so odd." "I know exactly what you mean," Barbara said, as she smiled and put her hands on her daughter's shoulder. "You've grown up so fast and now we're talking to each other like adult women. But I'll always think of you as my little girl." "Thanks mom, you're the best," Nicole replied with a smile of her own. Barbara held out the vibrator once again for her daughter to take, which she hesitantly did this time. She had assumed that this awkward conversation would be finished, but it wasn't. "So...you're just going to give this to me without showing me how to use it?" Nicole asked in a soft voice. "Excuse me?" Feeling even bolder, Nicole continued, "Do you think you can show me how to use it? How you use it? We're both adult women here, as you've already pointed out. I'm sure you and your friends talk about sex the same way me and my friends do. This isn't any different, but I suppose we can be a little more open about it since we're family." A wave of different emotions rushed through Barbara's head. She didn't know what to feel. Her daughter had basically asked her to masturbate so that she could watch. A part of her wanted to get up and scold her for even suggesting such a vile thing. But how could she? Barbara was the one who wanted this conversation, and she also just encourage her daughter to use the sex toy; which is why another part of her couldn't say no and wanted this to happen. It was the side of her that was longing for some sexual excitement in her life- even if it was with her own daughter. "Alright," she agreed. "I don't see the harm in this as long as it stays between us." Barbara opened the bottom half of her robe and spread her legs apart, revealing her bare vagina. The pubic hairs were trimmed short, making her large brown labia clearly visible for her daughter to see. It was the first time Nicole had ever seen her mother's exposed vaginal region so intimately, not to mention watching her prepare to masturbate. Nicole handed back the vibrator to her mother, to which Barbara casually turned it on and used it to rub the outer part of her labia and clitoris, just as her daughter had done with it moments ago. Barbara kept her focus on her vagina as she was too embarrassed to even look at her daughter's reaction. Frankly, she didn't care what it was. This act of incestuous exhibitionism was causing her to feel a level of sexual arousal which she hadn't felt in years. And she swiftly dealt with it by plunging the buzzing sex toy deep inside of her. It made her even more aroused knowing that the tip of the vibrator had just been used on her daughter's clit. She eventually lost track of time as she pushed and pulled it inside of her to the point of nearing an orgasm. But before Barbara could cum, her daughter unexpectedly touched the hand she was using to masturbate with. She knew what it meant. She looked in her daughter's eyes for the first time since this started and saw that the once innocent and curious look was gone; only to be replaced with a look of lust for her own mother. Nicole wanted to be the one to bring her mother to an orgasm. Barbara let go of the sex toy while it was still vibrating inside of her, and let her daughter take control of it. Nicole slowly started emulating the movements her mother was making, pushing the vibrator in and out. And the more comfortable she became doing it, the faster she went. Barbara looked up at the ceiling before eventually closing her eyes, almost in a state of sexual disbelief that her daughter was making her feel this way. She started moaning and then looked at her daughter once again, noticing that Nicole was receiving sexual gratification of her own by doing this to her mother. The sight of her daughter getting off in such away was enough to send her into a state of orgasm with her body starting to become tense. Nicole suddenly pulled the dripping wet vibrator out of her vagina before her mother could cum, and said, "Lay on the bed mom. I have something else for you." Barbara did as she was told and laid in the position where she had always slept. She felt nervous about what her daughter planning since she turned off the sex toy and put it back in the drawer. But at the same time, she was excited at what might come next. She then received the biggest shock of this encounter as her daughter proceeded to get on her hands and knees right between her legs. It was obvious what was about to happen. Her daughter was about to perform oral sex on her. Barbara watched in disbelief as Nicole bent down and used her fingers to spread her labia apart. Nicole looked like she was studying it at first, examining it, learning what her mother's privates looked like. Barbara then witnessed the surreal sight of her daughter leaning forward to use her tongue on her vagina. Nicole began by expertly licking up and down her mother's large brown labia as if she had done it many times before to other women. Then she used her tongue on her mother's sensitive clitoris, rubbing it in circular motions. Finally, she stuck her tongue as far inside her mother as she could, causing Barbara to moan out loud and squirm in her bed. It was a different sensation than any other time a man had performed oral sex on her. It was the little things that made it different. The lips pressing against her vagina were a lot softer. The hands grabbing a hold of her thighs were softer. The tongue inside of her knew exactly where all of her pleasure spots were. It felt different. It was another woman orally pleasing her for the first time in her life. It was her daughter. Barbara squeezed her eyes shut and clenched onto her bed sheet. Her back became arched. She was cumming. She was on her way to a powerful orgasm as Nicole began fingering her in addition to performing oral sex. Then, it happened. A flood of liquids gushed out of her vagina and into her daughter's wanting mouth. Nicole eagerly drank the squirting orgasm her mother was producing. Barbara screamed and thrashed her arms across her bed as her body and feet stiffened. She suddenly went limp after it was over. Nicole got up and gently rubbed her mother's hair while Barbara's eyes were still closed and she was in a state of bliss. "It's okay mom. Just enjoy it..." Nicole whispered. ***GOING EVEN FURTHER*** A few moments had past before Barbara opened her eyes again after emerging from a state of pure ecstasy. Her daughter was sitting on the bed right next to her, starring at her, while continuing to caress her hair. Barbara tried to gather her thoughts about all of this, and sat up on the bed next to her daughter. "Why did you do that?" asked Barbara, feeling guilty about what she had just let happen. "I did it because I knew you would like it," Nicole replied. "I've always felt guilty going so far off to college and leaving you alone. And you've seemed so depressed about your love life since I came back. There was nothing I could do or say that would cheer you up. So when you handed me the vibrator to use, I suddenly had the idea of taking care of your needs for you, and I took it. Besides, it's common for women to fantasize about other women, so I had a feeling you might have especially enjoyed that from me." "Well I did enjoy it, obviously. But you know we shouldn't have done that, regardless of the reason. It isn't right and it's inappropriate. You're my daughter and I'm your mother and things shouldn't go beyond that." "You're right mom, I'm sorry," Nicole said in a sincere voice after feeling like she was being scolded. "Don't be," Barbara replied. "I really did enjoy it and it was something that I'll never forget. I've never told you this, but when I was around your age, I had a chance to be with another woman. She was someone I had thought about many times, but I was too scared to do anything with her back then, and I've regretted it ever since. So I don't want you to feel bad about what we did, you really did help me to experience a fantasy. It's just that, it shouldn't have happened between us. I enjoyed it but we should try our best to put this behind us, as hard as that may be." "Thanks mom, I'm glad. And I'm glad about what's happened these past few days, I feel like we've become a lot closer now and know each other a lot better." "You're certainly right about us being closer together," Barbara said as they both laughed. "But since we're on the subject, I have to ask, have you ever done anything like that before? With the way you did it to me, I can't imagine that it was your first time." "I have...once...or twice...with my roommate." Barbara gave her daughter a serious motherly look with a hint of playfulness, "Once or twice? Is that all young lady?" "Trust me, you're better off not knowing," Nicole replied with a smile. "Well, thank you for still caring about me at least. I'm sure using your mouth on your middle-aged mother isn't as fun as doing it on a young woman who's your own age." "You really think that's the case?" Nicole replied. "Mom, you are one of the most beautiful and elegant woman I've ever met in my life. I think your age makes you sexier than any of the other girls on my campus." Barbara blushed, "Thank you. I really appreciate hearing that from you." "You don't believe me do you?" Nicole asked. "Come here..." Nicole led her mother over to the full length mirror in the room and stood behind her with Barbara still dressed in her robe. A Loving Daughter "You look beautiful mom. You're an amazing person," Nicole stated. As they both looked in the mirror, Nicole rested her head on her mother's shoulder and wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging her mom from behind. The hug was meant simply as a caring gesture, but it accidently caused Barbara's robe to loosen and start to unravel down the middle. Barbara tried to tighten it but her daughter stopped her from doing so. "Nicole...please..." "It's okay mom...just let it fall," Nicole said softly as her mom's robe began opening. Barbara's robe then opened completely down the middle. The middle of her chest was showing and her vagina was now completely exposed for her daughter to see once again. Nicole put her hands on her mother's shoulders and slowly pulled the robe down from both sides, letting it slid off completely, leaving her standing fully naked in front of the mirror. Nicole then wrapped her arms around her mother's waist and rested her head on her shoulder once again, and said, "You're perfect mom...your hips, your thighs, your breasts...and your nipples..." As Nicole said that, she slowly moved her hands up and cupped her mother's average sized breasts, and gently squeezed the large brown nipples, softly pinching them with her fingers. Barbara had been with a few men over the years, but the feeling of them touching her body didn't resonate nearly the same way as her daughter's touch did. She felt the love behind her daughter's delicate hands and gentle touch to her body and breasts. It was the love that she was missing and longing for at this stage of her life. She felt like she was in a trance as her daughter continued fondling her breasts, and almost without thinking, she turned her head to the side and kissed her daughter on the lips. It wasn't a motherly kiss either; it was the type of kiss two people shared in the heat of passion. Nicole was surprised by it, but she wasn't afraid of it either as she squeezed her mother's breasts even harder and kissed her right back with the same intensity. The room was filled with the sound of a mother and daughter using their wet tongues and lips on one another. "I want to see you," Barbara said as she broke the kissed and looked her daughter in the eyes. "I want to see what you look like." "If you want to see me naked, you'll have to undress me yourself." Feeling taunted by her daughter, Barbara immediately grabbed the bottom of Nicole's t-shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her in her bra from the waist up. She did the same thing with her daughter's jeans, unbuttoning it and pulling it to the floor, with Nicole lifting her feet up so it could be taken off completely. Barbara took a deep breath as she stood naked before a nineteen year old wearing only her bra and panties. Their hearts were racing and Barbara couldn't believe the unbearable lust which has come over her, driving her to strip her daughter naked. She took her time finishing, as she slowly reached behind Nicole's back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall the same way her own robe did. Then finally, she bent down and gently pulled her daughter's panties to the floor. Nicole felt shy, but bold as her mother looked over her naked body. The exhibitionist side of her was making her even more aroused as her mom ran her fingers across her petite breasts, feeling her soft, light pink nipples with each hand. She kept her eyes on her mother, as her mother now focused her attention on rubbing her thighs and looked at her cleanly shaven vagina and athletic legs. Barbara then ran her fingers across her daughter's face and shoulders, and said, "You've become such a beautiful young woman Nicole. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now. But this is so wrong. If you weren't my daughter, things would be different..." "...but I AM your daughter," Nicole stated, interrupting her mother. "There's nothing we can do to change that. But it doesn't matter to me because I love you. No one has to know about this. And it's no one's business anyways. So just kiss me again mom, it feels right to me and I know it does to you." They embraced in another passionate kiss, with their lips and bodies pressed tightly against one another's. Their hands ran across each others hair and back. Their tongues sloppily rubbed against each other's. After a moment of them enjoying their special moment, Barbara once again broke the kiss to look in her daughter's eyes. Then she started kissing her again, but this time on her daughter's face, then her neck, and then onto her breasts. She used both hands to cup Nicole's breasts as she sucked and licked each one of her soft nipples. And after finishing with her daughter's breasts, she said, "Sit on the bed, I want to return the favor you did for me for me a moment ago." Nicole did as she was told and sat on the bed. She didn't feel nervous anymore. Barbara didn't look nervous either as she casually got on her knees in between her daughter's legs. They both came to terms with the fact that a mother was about to perform oral sex on her daughter. It started with Nicole spreading her legs wide open from where she sat. Barbara placed both hands on top of her daughter's legs, rubbing them back and forth. It was the first time in her life that she had ever seen another woman's vagina so up close. So she examined it for a second, looking at her daughter's small clitoris and pink labia. She thought about her much younger and tighter it looked compared to her own vagina. She then used her hands to spread the vaginal lips apart to look inside the small canal. Barbara started the same way her daughter started, with her tongue rubbing up and down the labia, followed by flickering her tongue on the small clit. It was slow as first; as she began hesitantly. A part of her wondered if she could really go through with this. But hearing the moans of her daughter gave her the encouragement she needed and let her know that she was doing a good job. Those moans added to Barbara's enthusiasm to please her daughter the same way in which she had been pleasured. Finally, Barbara did what brought her to an orgasm earlier; she stuck her tongue deep inside her Nicole's tight vagina. Her tongue felt her daughter's warmth and what she tasted like as the fluids quickly began building up. Nicole started moaning louder and more frequently as her mom continued working her tongue and lips on her vagina for a few minutes. She was on the verge of an orgasm and placed both hands on her mother's head to let her know that it was about to happen. The muscles in her legs stiffened and she let out a loud shout while cumming inside of her mother's mouth. Her mother showed no sign of slowing down as a steady stream of female ejaculation flowed into Barbara's mouth. Nicole then collapsed onto the bed while her mom continued working her mouth and swallowing every drop to ensure that her daughter got the most out of her orgasm. Barbara looked up at her daughter after it was over, and while still licking her lips, she asked, "So how did I do?" "Oh god mom...that was incredible," Nicole panted, still trying to catch her breath. "If I didn't know any better, I would have guessed that you've done this before." "I guess we were made for each other." ***LATE THAT NIGHT*** The two women were sitting naked on the living room couch while holding hands and watching tv. It had been a long day for both of them since discovering that they could take care of each other's sexual needs in a way that no one else ever could. And it seemed like only the beginning of their new relationship. "I bet you never thought this would ever happen between us, did you?" Nicole asked with a smile. Barbara looked at her daughter and playfully replied, "What, and you did? Either way, I loved this entire experience we shared today. I can't remember the last time I've ever felt like this with a man, or anyone really. I feel young again. So...thank you, for starting this, for everything." "You deserve it mom. And believe me, I've enjoyed all of this as much as you have, if not more." "You're heading back to college pretty soon; where does that leave us? I would perfectly understand if you met someone new and didn't want to continue this with me anymore. Hopefully I'll find someone else by then as well." "Mom, I'll always want to continue this with you. As for the next few days, let's just say you won't be thinking about needing a man just yet," Nicole said with a smirk, before getting on her knees in between her mother's legs. THE END A Loving Daughter "I told him you'd have a room for him, Alex, don't make me out a liar," the Chief Deputy said in mock warning as he set Duke's bag just inside the door. "I got it, Grady-boy," Alex grinned, "it's been sitting and waiting!" which didn't seem to make sense, but Duke completely missed it. "I was wonderin' when you was gonna get here, ol' buddy," Alex continued to burble, "been waiting for you all day," he escorted Duke in to the front desk. "I'll be back with the car in little while, Duke," the Chief Deputy called grinning at the fuss. "I appreciate that, Grady," Duke answered, "I'll see you after the fuss dies down," as Alex pulled him inside. "Yeah, boy," the Chief Deputy waved him away. "I got one of the best rooms in the place for ya," Alex continued pulling out a key card and sticking it in the coder. "Need any money in advance?" Duke asked. "Money?" Alex stopped and blinked at Duke, "we don't take money from family," he continued standing straight up, "I've always thought of you as the big brother I never had," he tapped the coder a couple more times. "Well . . . ," Duke responded slightly embarrassed. "Duke," he continued, "we met in the third grade, you remember how?" he crossed his arms. "No, not really," Duke answered, "but I remember a wet-nosed brat who always needed someone to get him out of trouble," he smiled to take the sting out of his words. "That was me all right," Alex agreed, "but what you don't seem to remember about when we met is that Rollie had knocked me down and put his foot on my chest. You walked up and shoved him off me and told him to go pick on someone his own size, remember?" he asked, " then when he ran at you trying to shove you over, you stepped aside and he tripped over his own feet and fell, d'you remember that?" he slapped Duke's shoulder and made him grin, "sure you do! For that you became my brother as far as I was concerned, and family never pays family to stay at their house, just ask my sweetie pie," he smiled at someone behind him and Duke turned to see a beautiful young Indian woman looking at Alex questioningly. "Mohini," he said as she walked behind the desk, "this is Duke, remember me telling you about him?" she slipped comfortably between his arms, her small frame fitting perfectly, as he leaned, straight-armed on the counter. "Ooh, you're doing better with the Hindi," she smiled up at him, "and you're his brother?" she turned to face Duke and extended a hand. "Not by blood," Duke grinned, "what did you luck into, you old dog!" he took her hand and spoke to Alex. "She's my treasure, my love, and my life," he grinned unabashedly hugging her from behind, "Jim Patel is her father," he continued, "and I had a job paying five times what I could make here, but when I saw her, I saw what I wanted and needed." "You give him key yet?" she asked him. "Oops, here you go," he handed Duke the key card. "Gotta keep da ol' folks straight," she grinned pulling Alex down by his beard for a kiss, "I mark room occupied comp, okay?" she covered the room number, "now go," she pushed back against him, "go help him get bags to room," she fussed, "go, take care of brother, I watch front desk." They got his bags and walked to his room rehashing old times and catching up on the last few years that he'd been gone. There really wasn't much to tell or talk about. Duke didn't care to say much about Iraq and there wasn't much that had happened in this small town. Alex finished with condolences and the fact that Miss Janine would be missed. He said that Grady was taking it hard. Duke noted that he hadn't thought that Grady and Janine were that close. Alex agreed that they'd kept kind of a low profile because Miss Janine liked Grady's wife and kids and didn't want to tip over any apple carts, but they'd snuck into one of his rooms every so often. They talked for a while, then Duke picked up the ice bucket and they walked to the ice machine. From there Alex kept on going back to the front desk, and left him to clean up and change clothes. Duke later caught a cab out to Brigg's Funeral Home to see if they'd got Janie in yet. Her body was just arriving, and the funeral director took him to the back to watch her coming out of the hearse. They were gentle and respectful bringing her into the preparation room. Duke smiled and thanked the director for his kindness and handed him five hundred dollars as a gift to be split up among all the help. The director made a token refusal before accepting the money. It was customary in certain countries to pay the director extra, sometimes one forgot what country one was in, but a good tip was always accepted. Then he left and went back to the Red Carpet Inn to maybe grab a nap. He got back at the same time that another taxi was delivering a lady with beautiful hair. He couldn't see her face, so he didn't pay much attention, preoccupied with his thoughts. In his room, he took a quick shower and turned on the news on the TV. A few minutes later, the phone rang and he picked it up to hear Alex tell him to get dressed and get down to the front desk double-quick. Duke said he'd be down in a few minutes. Alex told him that his daughter Lexi was there, that she'd just arrived and he'd given me her room thinking that I'd made the reservation and that he'd thought that Ekta had written down the wrong first initial. Duke didn't wait to hear the end of the explanation, all he could think of was his daughter. He threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, slipped on a pair of sneakers and ran down the stairs. Lexi was fussing at Alex about having given her room away when Duke came up from behind. It was the lady with the beautiful hair. "I had a reservation, Mr. Alex," Lexi slapped the desktop, "it's not like I just walked up off the street!" "Yes, but we seem to have given it away," he waved his hands as if pushing her back. "Lexi?" he called hesitantly as he entered, "that you?" Lexi spun around. "What!" she snapped, then gasped as she recognized her father. "Daddy?" she half sobbed and half whispered, "my Daddy?" she cried out, "oh, yes, it's my Daddy," she rushed into his arms, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him fiercely. "Hello, baby," he hugged her back. "Oh, Daddy," she whispered beginning to sniffle and cry, "oh, Daddy, how I've missed you," then she was really sobbing and crying. "Oh, baby," he kissed her hair, breathing in the heady aroma of her perfume, and lifted her face to look into her tear filled sky blue eyes, kissing her forehead, "my baby girl,". Lexi had her arms hooked up from below his arms and she turned her face to him as he made to kiss her cheek and opened her lips to his. Their mouths met in a decidedly un-daughterly kiss, her tongue probing his mouth without inhibition. She wanted him so badly that she didn't care what anybody saw or thought. She loved him and he was there and she wanted to show him how much she loved him and had missed him. Duke broke off the kiss and hugged her tightly to him, neither denying nor acknowledging her kiss. "Oh, baby, I've missed you so," he closed his eyes to bury his face in her beautiful, sweet smelling hair. Alex and Ekta simply stood there beaming like the noon-day sun, watching the two go at it. After the greeting and hugging, the issue of the room was brought up again. Alex restated that he didn't have any more rooms, even his set aside extra rooms had been sold to VIP's. He said that if she was willing, he might be able to get a lady with two beds in her room to share a room and she could pay half, but there was nothing left since the Shriners were in town. The idea of her sharing a room with someone else galvanized Duke and he noted that there were two beds in his room. As he said that, she jumped at it and asked him if she could have the other one. He said he couldn't deny his baby girl, besides, that would give them a chance to catch up with each other. She hugged him again, pulling his head down to kiss him, less passion than before, but no less lovingly. Alex quickly punched her up a key and stuck it in his pocket, grabbing up several of her bags and heading for the door. Duke laughed and said that he guessed that Alex had made up their minds for them, that the moving in was settled. Lexi laughed and agreed and he picked up the remaining bag and walked off to their room, his arm around her shoulders and her arm around his waist, leaning her head on his chest, leaving a beaming Ekta smiling after them. A father had reunited with his daughter, she loved that. All the rooms had small patios, and Duke and Lexi took advantage of theirs, sitting under the umbrella and catching up on events in each other's lives. Grady pulled up in his police cruiser and his son pulled up in the car he'd brought Duke. The car was actually an unmarked Ford Police Interceptor Crown Victoria with all the bells and whistles and sirens and on dash lights. The Grady said that it was a good, responsive car, so be careful when you hit the gas. Alex must've been keeping watch because he showed up a few minutes later with two six-packs in a bucket of ice. They all had a couple of beers, as Lexi hung on to him, never letting go of Duke's arm. She'd found her Daddy again and she didn't want to lose him. It was about eleven by the time they went in. Grady, his son, and Alex had long since left, and Lexi and Duke were about talked out. Lexi pulled his arm around her waist as they walked inside. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered meaningfully. "I love you, too, baby," he whispered back paternally kissing the top of her head. They showered and cleaned up, one at a time, in the tiny motel bathroom, then climbed in their separate beds. Lexi lay quietly for a time trying to sleep. She could hear her dad's gentle breathing in the next bed, the TV was on very low and he seemed to be watching some sort of documentary. She didn't quite know what she wanted to do. She ached for his arms to hold her, the long hug by the front desk had only touched the edges of her need and just wasn't enough, she wanted more. She rolled onto her side and watched him, under his blankets, his hands behind his head, the hands she wanted so much to feel on her body. His facial profile showed a sturdy, not necessarily handsome face. To her, though, he was the handsomest man in the world. She loved him and didn't know how to tell him nor what to say to let him know her feelings. Instead, she just looked at him in hopeless adoration. "Daddy," she whispered without thinking, and pulling the thumb out of her mouth, "Daddy," she whispered louder. "Yes, baby," he responded quietly not moving. "Daddy, uh, what -- um," she hesitated, starting to ask what she dared not, at least not yet, instead she tacked the other way, "um, Daddy, what did you think of Aunt Janie?" "Janine," he also hesitated whether to tell the truth or lie and make his sister look good. She'd been a hell raiser for sure, but she didn't deserve to be thought of badly on the day of her death. "Janine," he repeated, "was her own person. Nobody ever told her what to do or when to do it. And, I guess, you could do worse than to emulate her. She was a tough old broad," he looked over at her and grinned. He saw what she couldn't say reflected in her beautiful blue eyes and quickly looked away in embarrassment. "She was a wonderful aunt," Lexi responded, "I 'member when I was about eleven, Aunt Janie was baby sitting me. I wanted to put on some make-up, but Momma told me that I wasn't to touch any makeup until I was at least sixteen. That made me mad and I was still mad when I got to Aunt Janie's. After Momma left, I told Aunt Janie what Momma said. She put her finger to her lips and she and I put on makeup and powder and dressed up in all the fancy clothes she had," Lexi giggled at the thought, "Aunt Janie said we looked like a couple of French whores. I didn't know what a whore was, but it sounded bad so I enjoyed it," she sighed a long shuddering sigh, "I haven't seen her in about a year, and I'm going to miss her not being there," she sniffled softly. "I know the feeling," he wiped his eyes, "you know," he continued with a lump in his throat, "I've lost a lot of buddies, brothers in arms as we used to say, dead and missing in action, and I've cried so many times that I sometimes find it difficult to shed a tear for anybody," he suddenly gave an involuntary sob. Lexi lay quietly for a long while watching the tears roll unhindered from her father's eyes, his hands still behind his head. Her thumb had found its way back into her mouth. "Daddy?" she whispered again letting her thumb slip out of her mouth, dripping saliva on her pillow. "Yes, precious," he wiped the tears off his face with his palms. "Daddy," she started again, "'member when I was little and Bullet died how we snuggled together because I was so sad?" she lifted herself up on her elbow. "Yes, angel," his eyes popped open, knowing what was coming next and wondering how he should answer, "I remember." "Daddy?" she hesitated again, "can we snuggle?" her voice was full of tears, "please, Daddy," she pleaded almost whimpering. He rolled onto his side facing her and threw back the covers sliding backward at the same time in invitation. Lexi wasted no time in hopping across the three feet of space and into his arms. Duke wrapped his arms around her as deep racking sorrowful sobs shook both of them. He cuddled her as he used to cuddle her when she was a tiny little girl, hugging her tightly to him and comforting her as best he could. He shut off the TV and held her as her sobs subsided and she snuggled deeper into his warm embrace. Her small hands cupped his face and she reached up and kissed him chastely on the lips. A little later, she half-rolled as her even breathing deepened and she slept. Much later, Duke himself fell asleep. He came awake slowly, pleasantly. Evidently, he had his cock in something soft, warmly damp, and good feeling. His hips moved slightly with Lexi's as she rubbed his foreskin back and forth in what felt like her pussy. He pretended to be asleep because he didn't know what else to do. She had his cock up between her legs spreading her pussy lips, the head rubbing on her clitoris. They were as close to fucking as they could get without actually committing the deed. She was using his cock, rubbing it gently back and forth on her clittie. Duke could feel her sweet young vulva tightening as she shuddered, cumming several times in rapid succession. She grunted one last time and he, too, came spurting and cumming on her sparsely haired cunt. The hot cum bathed her clittie and she squealed and came again. He hadn't had sex in several months and had only had a few chances to jack off, so he fired hotly and strongly on her. She quickly covered the head with her hand, pressing his cock-head onto her clittie. The spray from his cock was like a hard stream hitting it, and she cried out from the delightfully tender feel of it, but, there was too much cum for her to hold it back, and it quickly filled her hand. She switched hands, bringing the scummy one to her nose. She sniffed at the mess and stuck out her tongue to taste it. She'd sucked her previous boyfriend's cock so she had an idea what cum tasted like, usually sour or rotten, but her Daddy -- her Daddy's cum had to be something special, she felt, and, as far as she was concerned, it was. It was pleasant smelling, and didn't have the acrid smell of Scott's cum. It tasted good, slightly salty, almost like sweet snot. She had eaten Scott's cum, but she hadn't enjoyed the taste. She had swallowed it as fast as she could, but her Daddy's was nice, tasty, so she licked it all off her hand and fingers, cleaning them off as if it were ice cream that had dripped down her fingers. Duke watched furtively, feeling her slippery grip as she curled her other hand around his cock head catching what she could in it, then swapping hands and licking that one clean, too. He suddenly shocked her as he adjusted his embrace and snuggled her to him, still pretending to sleep. She furtively slipped her panties off and wiped his cock off gently. She then packed her panties around the mess in her crotch and quietly slipped off to the bathroom to clean up. She engaged the bathroom bolt and dropped heavily onto the toilet seat, letting her bladder have its way, the urine splashing loudly and liquidly. Suddenly, she was seized by a fit of uncontrollable giggling. She struggled to keep quiet and clenched her aching sides as they heaved with her laughter. She didn't know whether her Daddy realized that she had used his cock to masturbate herself with as they slept. It was conceivable that he was very sleepy or that he was a very heavy sleeper, she wasn't sure. She almost hoped that he had awakened and had wakefully enjoyed the indulgence and had at least partly enjoyed himself. She spent the next few minutes getting herself back together, urinating and washing her Daddy's ample juices off her well-soaked pussy. She adjusted her PJ's and ran a quick brush through her hair, splashing cold water over her face. She sprayed a couple of quick squirts of cologne on herself. She was soon calm and composed again and more relaxed, feeling good and without any guilty feelings about what she had done. She almost whistled as she got back into bed and slipped back into his arms quietly, face to face with him, kissing and caressing his big chest. "What now, baby girl?" he asked her quietly. She started, but his big arms came down around her and he hugged her tightly to him. "I'm sorry," she whispered contritely, "but I love you so much, and I was so horny." "Me, too, baby," Duke tightened his arms around her, "me too. I love you, and thank you for that indulgence." Lexi smiled to herself and snuggled deeper into his arms resting her cheek on his chest as she dozed off again. He dropped one of his hands down and rubbed her damp pussy. She lifted her upper leg up over his hip to give him free access. Lexi woke by herself in his bed, disoriented for a few seconds. She jumped up and went looking for him in that tiny room. Her vibrant pussy her only proof that her Daddy had actually cum on her. She was panicking until she spotted him outside walking onto the patio with a tray filled with breakfast food. She threw the patio door open and ran to him, jumping up into his arms and hugging him as he put the tray down. "Hi, Daddy," she grabbed his beard and planted a wet and sloppy one on his lips. "Hi, baby," he put an arm under her butt and grinned back at her, "breakfast?" she dropped into his lap as he sat down. "Umm," she answered nuzzling his face. She kissed him, making no pretense of her desires, her arms wrapped around his neck. He kissed her back, unsure what his response should be, and finally throwing caution to the winds, his tongue answered hers. Having been gone from her for so many years, he didn't have a lot of the fatherly compunctions that he should have had. She was a beautiful and desirable young woman, just as his wife had been all these many years ago, and they sat at the small table in front of God and the world, engrossed in each other, whispering their love and other small stupidities for a few minutes, feeding each other small tidbits of food, then Duke brought up home life. "How's your mom and your step-dad?" he asked casually as he buttered a piece of toast for her. "Momma's okay," she answered, "she and her husband were thinking of trying for a girl, while she's still young enough," she carefully buttered a piece of a biscuit and carefully laid some jam on it, "I don't think she'll ever get over you, you know," she slid the biscuit into his mouth as he opened it. A Loving Daughter "How so?" he chewed on the biscuit stretching his arm around behind her. "Well, you've never met the guy," she smiled at him, wrinkling her nose at his big bite, "but he's about your age and has your temperament and toughness," she took the time to chew and swallow the piece of egg and toast that Duke put in her mouth. "He's a pushy and cranky old fart, eh?" Duke grinned. "Daddy, you're my soul and my heart and I love you more than life itself, but, yes," she grinned pulling on his short beard, "he's a pushy and cranky old fart, and they want to have a girl before Momma gets too old to have one," she stared into his eyes an idea germinating in the back of her head. "She's still got time," Duke chewed, "she's only, what, thirty-nine, forty?" "She's thirty-eight and he's sixty-five, and neither is old," she slapped him gently on the arm, "you're only fifty-nine, Daddy," she laughed. She fed him another tidbit and dusted off her hands. "Well," she stood up, "I've gotta go clean up," she grabbed a piece of toast, "I'll be inside after," she smiled invitingly at him. "I'll see you there," he smiled in answer, "you should be ready, right?" she winked and smiled conspiratorially. She jumped in the shower, her mind working on the germ of the idea that had popped into her head outside, as she scrubbed her pussy. She wanted it clean and smelling nice for him. She wanted him to stay with her, but she knew he wouldn't, and she wasn't sure she wanted to have him if he didn't want to stay, nor was she about to drop her life and follow him, much as she'd be willing to, it would only slow him down. She knew that he'd head back to Iraq as soon as he was able, so it was a fact that she only had him for a little while. She knew that she loved him and wanted him, not only as a father, but also as her man. She paused realizing that she loved him more than she could stand. Touching him seemed almost a necessity, and when she kissed him and hugged him, she felt the tingle of desire deep in her womb. And she knew. She wanted him so much she didn't know what to do. She wanted him or something that was a part of him, something that would always be a reminder of him, of their love, and — suddenly, her germ of an idea blossomed and she knew what it was that she wanted -- and it would be of him. She showered quickly and didn't douche, she wouldn't douche any more, she didn't want to clean out any of his sperm. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't re-started her BCP's. She'd run out a few days after Scott had gone his own way and she'd put up with the monthly duty and never restarted the damn things. Good, she thought mentally calculating her fertility cycle. Suddenly she realized that, as luck would have it, she was, plus or minus a few days, at peak fertility! Good God, she thought again, it's almost as if somebody had planned this out for me. Good, good, goody, good! She thrilled, it was good, it was excellent, it will be done. She stepped out of the shower and dried off, bending over and swabbing at her feet. She felt his eyes on her, so she wiggled her ass lightly in his direction without looking at him. "You're not helping any," he griped. She heard the zip of his fly as he undressed, and she giggled as she dried off her hair. "Daddy's girl is going to have her Daddy," she thought to herself almost creaming herself at the thought. Lexie was a small woman, just like her mother, right at five feet tall, with a slender girlish body, and very full breasts. She climbed quietly into the bed beside him, blushing almost shyly, not daring to tell him what she planned. He kissed the back of her neck gently and she sighed quietly leaning back into him. Gently and with great restraint, he took her into his arms. She rolled around to face him, and reached up to his face, pulling herself upward, laying small kisses wherever she could put her lips. He filled his lungs with the wonder of her odor, enjoying the smell of her soap overlaying the carnal smell of her sex. They kissed, their tongues gently probing each other's mouths at first, as they tasted each other, learning each other's flavor and imprinting it in their subconscious. His searching hands slid into all her small crevices, touching and lifting her upper leg so he could get a hand on her feminine split. He gently ran his hands along her crack, possessing it with his hand, as she gasped and cried out in delight, pulling her hips to his and probing her young pussy with his cock head. As alive and sensitized as she now was, she could feel the slit of his cock slide like a custom-made groove over her clittie. She arched further into him, seeking to pull his cock inside her, needing his penetration so badly that she thought she would die if he didn't put it in her. She knew he wanted her almost as badly as she wanted him, yet he still held back. His mouth devoured hers hungrily, his tongue plunging in like a surrogate cock, aggressively shafting her mouth. Behind her half-closed eyes, her reeling brain took her to the edge as she alternated between wanting to scream in delight and wanting to cry in the wonder of her love. One of his hands, down between their hot bodies, stretched a finger and edged it into her quivering dampness. His finger slowly slid over her clitoris and down into her spread pussy lips. He slowly slid the finger into her his knuckles grinding into her sensitized clittie, his finger probing deeper into her throbbing cunt. "Oh God!" she moaned shakily and cumming quickly, "please --" his hand slid up between their bodies, leaving a slimy trail up her tummy, to cup a heavy breast, pinching the nipple roughly and making her gasp in pained delight. "Please?" he asked. "Please" she echoed mindlessly unable to take his teasing any longer. Her fingernails raked a bloody trail down his back to his ass, which she gripped fiercely. He obliged by shifting the head of his cock to her cunt and nestling the hot tip between her pouting, inflamed lips. She tried to pull his hips into hers, aching to feel his fat prick spreading her cunt lips as it forged into her. She was a strong woman but he was a still stronger man. His butt cheeks clenched tightly in her straining hands, his cock poised just against her throbbing cunt lips. "Please . . . what?" he urged. "Please . . . please . . . fuck me!" she sobbed, " now!" the words tearing from her as if pulled out painfully, "oh, God, please, Daddy!" she sobbed, "please-please-please, take me! Now!" He pressed his lips to her neck and suddenly thrust into her fast, hard, and smooth. She gasped in pleasured surprise, pushing her hips into his before lying back, willingly helpless under him, angelically receiving his cock in her needy pussy. She lay comfortably vulnerable, the feeling that at last she was in his arms, her legs spread wide, crying out and pressing herself hard against him, deep in the stormy throes of her lust. She found it almost too wonderful, too beautiful to be real — but it was. "Oh, Daddy!" she moaned, "oh, ohmyDaddy!" she cried lustfully as he bounced into her again and again. Suddenly, she buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder, pulling him tightly against her and sobbing softly. "Oh!" she sobbed, "oh! God!" she continued. "Oh, yes-ss, my baby!" he groaned, "I'm gonna cum, too, baby!" he whispered huskily. "Yes-Daddy!" she cried out softly, "yes-ss, yes-yes-yes! Please! Cum in me! My sweet, my wonderful, Daddy!" She bounced her hips up to meet his as she, once more, thrilled to his cock in the deepest recesses of her being and cumming. "Daddy-Daddy-daddee-ee!" she moaned cumming hard, "oh, do me!" she cried out, "Oh, yes! Cum in me!" She smiled tearfully up at her father, her legs spread as she got through her first rush of cumming and calmed partially, "Oh, that is so good! Oh, Daddy!" She felt his throbbing cock stiffening, felt his ass, clenching and readying to spew his warm seed in her. It made her toes curl and her heart to pound happily. Duke said nothing, just his heavy breathing and his searching lips telling his story. "Gimme mo', Daddy," she pouted cutely up at him in her best little girl voice as he slowly continued to slide his stiff and pussy-cum slickened cock into her. "You're a slut," he grunted in a thick voice smiling down at her, to deny the words as she smiled up at him, "you're a pure hot-cunted slut," he drove stiffly into her, getting closer and closer to cumming, his balls tightening and beginning to spasm in preparation. "Yes, Daddy," she moaned, "yess-sss,' she hissed, once again beginning to twist as his heat reignited her passion, "yess-sssir-r," she hooked her heels under his buttocks and pulled her pussy up into his cock, humping up at him as he drove down into her, "yess, I'm your hot-cunted slut." "Oh-hh-ooh-ooh!" she cried out as he unloaded his spermy cum into her fertile womb, "do me, Daddy!" she cried out joyously, "do me hard," she cried as he hosed down her insides. Her small, tight pussy could not hold all of him nor all of his cum as he fired load after load into it. "Oh, baby!" he moaned, "Oh, my sweet, sweet child! I'm cumming, baby," he moaned, "oh, god," he moaned in her ear, "I'm cumming," the realization hit him as the clarity of cumming pushed into his mind, "my God, sweetie, I'm cumming in my sweet baby's pussy!" Still he continued to plow deeply into her, throwing caution to the winds and letting the Devil have his soul if that's what it took, he'd faced him down before and would again. "Oh, too soon, baby," he moaned in small frustration, "I came too soon!" "Daddy-Daddy-Daddy-Daddy-Daddy," she whimpered, "you cum in me, my Daddy," her pussy worked on his hard older cock, milking it for all it was worth, "do me, Daddy, cum in me," she moaned, "cum some more in me." "That's my baby girl," he mumbled into her hair, "it was a pretty quick fuck," he pulled her to him. "It was a long enough fuck for me, Daddy," she whispered back, kissing his chest and scrubbing his back with her finger nails, feeling the stickiness of his blood on his back. "I don't ever want to stop making love to you," he whispered. "I came a like a harlot," she whispered back, "oh, God!" she gasped, shivering as she came again, " oh, my!" she gripped him tightly, "It's only the first time and we got lots of time to practice, huh?" she giggled, moving her cunt slowly up and down on his rapidly softening cock, "Oh! Oh!" she pushed down shoving his limpness up into her cunt, "lots more of my Daddy's cock," she finished. She squeezed and snuggled herself against him as he rested atop her. "Lots more time," he agreed. They napped then, as he hugged her tender young body tightly. She dozed lightly, her arms around his neck, licking and kissing his chest, never letting his cock slide out of her pussy. She intended to keep it in her as long as she could and not lose anymore of his precious sperm than she had already lost. Suddenly, the phone rang. It startled him and he yanked out of her as he sat up to answer it. Lexi covered her cunt, feeling a little dribble, then let it go and knelt behind him, leaning on his back and resting the side of her face on its broadness. A minute later, as Duke continued to talk, she moved around and straddled his hips from behind, reaching around and playing with his pecs, dragging a fingernail gently across his nipples. "Hello," Duke answered, "yes, Millie, yes, baby," he said in a soothing voice. "Okay, Millie, just relax, calm down and I'll be down there shortly to talk to Clancy." Lexi's hands strayed down to his cock as she whispered, words of love and endearment into his back. "Yes, dear," he took one of Lexi's hands and brought it up to his lips, "yeah. Okay. Listen," he said as Millie talked on, "I've got a surprise for you guys," Lexi resting her chin on his back, couldn't fathom his surprise, "yeah it's a nice surprise, listen," he handed the phone back to Lexi and smiled. "Talk to your cousin while I get dressed," he whispered. "Wha-at?" she answered in surprise, "don't I get to go, too?" she put the phone to her ear, giving him a hurt look, "hello Millie!" she smiled into the phone. "Of course you're going, but I gotta use the pot first," he hurried out. She waved a wiggle-fingered 'bye at him and said her hellos and how are yous and how pleased she was to be back, as she smiled, hunched her shoulders and did her best to cover new-found delight. She agreed with Millie that it was sad that this kind of occasion was what it took to get them all together again. As Duke finished his stinky business, she managed to get loose and hung up. They took a quick shower together and cleaned up as best they could while trying to stay in contact with each other as much and as often as they could. She felt like a new bride, unable to keep her hands off her wonderful new husband. She couldn't keep her hands off him, caressing and stroking him all over, especially his crotch. "I love the way he looks," she kept saying as she handled his cock and giggled, reveling in the feel of it. "Baby," he grinned back chucking her under the chin, "it -- he's yours." He finally managed to get her off and pulled his boots on and stood. She had gone to the mirror and as she turned from it, he grabbed her wrists, pulling her to him. He placed her hands on his chest, hugging her and grabbing her ass, pressing her hips tightly to him. They were both ready, they were just fooling around a little. "Any more of this and we'll never get to Millie," he said huskily. "Yeah," she agreed running her hands down his front and straightening his clothes possessively as she sighed a long quivering sigh, "I want mo', Daddy," she whispered with one last kiss. "I want lots mo'," he agreed in a whisper hugging her tighter and rocking back and forth, "lots mo' memories to take back with me," her heart sank at his words, realizing that she'd never be able to make him stay. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice quavered with unshed tears, "we'll make lots more memories for you, my darling Daddy." They went out hand in hand through the patio doors. Lexi pushed the thought of him leaving to the back of her mind and put a brave smile on her face. The traffic wasn't bad, other drivers quickly got out of the way when they spotted the car, recognizing it as the Chief Deputy's unmarked cruiser. The car was equipped with all the trappings of a police car to include a nice computer. The computer kept getting in Lexi's way until she figured how to shut it and fold it up against the dash. It was still a bother, getting partly in the way, but she used it as an excuse to sit close to him. She finally managed to snuggle up to Duke just as they arrived at the funeral home. He laughed at her pique and kissed her to make it all better. She jumped out of his side of the car as Duke got out. He helped her out by taking her waist and lifting her and swinging her out, sneaking a quick hug as she squealed and giggled in delight. Clancy sat in the porch swing at Briggs' Funeral Home, rocking slowly. It had a very homey atmosphere. "How's it going, Clancy?" Duke ambled up the stairs. "It's going, uncle Duke," he said mournfully. "You going to be okay, boy?" Duke patted him on the shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze as he dropped his butt beside him. "Hello, Lexi!" he stood up smiling as he spotted her, "how's my baby girl?" Lexi laughed and gave him a long snuggling hug. Clancy was thirty-five. Janine had started having kids almost as soon as she got married, her then husband had been very eager. "God, Clancy," her voice was muffled in his shoulder, "how are you? You okay? I'm so sorry about Aunt Janie," she started sniffling and Clancy broke down again, and suddenly all three of them were crying, Clancy hugging Lexi as Duke sat quietly weeping. "She's gone, Lexi." he burbled through his tears, "I don't know what I'll do without her." "I know, sweetie," she whispered sobbing, "I know." Duke wiped his eyes and left them and went in search of Millie. Millie was the oldest daughter, the usually most stable person, she was forty or forty-one. He left Lexi with Clancy, she'd bring him around. Millie was in with the funeral director, hammering out the details of Janine's last days and last wishes and hammering was the appropriate word. The director kept telling her that the insurance would take care of all but about three thousand dollars, and that was the price of the crypt for her ashes. Millie was mentally calculating how much she had as Duke threw his American Express Card on the desk and asked if that would cover it. Millie jumped taken unawares, not having heard him come in. The Funeral Director's greedy little eyes centered on it and a somber smile crossed his lips. A very well practiced somber smile. Duke leaned his knuckles on the desk allowing his jacket to fall open. The Funeral Director's eyes suddenly focused on the well-worn grip of the .40 caliber Glock that Duke carried in the shoulder holster. "Will there be any more "fees" that will "pop" up?" he asked. "No-sir!" the Director snapped upright in his chair, "as a matter of fact, it's such a small thing that I had thought of just writing it off," he grinned up at him weakly. "Well, that's funny," Duke grinned back malevolently, "but I had thoughts of calling your competitor and having him come and remove my sister's body and have him charge it back to you, y'know?" he picked up his card. The director kept smiling, a little more weakly now. "My sister thought the world of you," he slid the card back into his billfold, "and she thought of you as a kind and sweet and gentle man. I don't know what kind of a relationship you two had," he adjusted his pistol harness, "but evidently it wasn't stronger than the greed I see in your eyes," Duke straightened, "I know you've hated me since I broke your prize stained glass window as a kid, but it's not me that's paying you for these services . . . the payer, in fact, is Janine," Duke put a hand on Millie's shoulder, "Janine paid a premium to you every month through all these years just for you to put her away decently and respectfully, and if you can't do that, then I'll find someone who can, and I won't even seek repayment from you! You can choke on all the money she's paid you through the years and that you find so pleasurable." "W-w-well, every man has a right to make a living," he stuttered in response. "That, I don't find fault with," Duke rejoined, "and I don't deny you a fair price for the interment of her ashes. I know that greed has it's place, but I have a contract with your signature on it. A contract with the deceased person, for you to handle and inter said person's body or ashes for a specific price, Mr. Briggs, and I expect you to follow through with your promise to my sister, my deceased sister, do we understand each other?" "Yes, sir," by this time he was red-faced, "there are no further costs and Miss Janine will have the very best that I can do for her," he sat quietly, his face seeming to fold in on itself as hot tears sprang to his eyes, it was sinking in that this was not just another body, it was the body of a friend and that he really was going to miss her. She had been a good and close personal friend to him and his wife and he'd been on automatic after the shock at her departure. His hands, already folded as if in prayer, slowly began twisting and turning of their own accord as he looked up beseechingly at Duke through his tears, "she really was my good friend, Duke," he was suddenly sobbing too. "Thank you, Mr. Briggs," he answered feeling suddenly deflated, his anger suddenly gone with Briggs' tears, "one can expect nothing less," he took Millie's hand and turned to go.