After the Funeral

It was hot the afternoon we buried my wife. None of my family was able to come and she had no one close so there were only a few neighbors and friends from my work. I was able to avoid having anyone back to the house. It was awkward because we weren’t sure if she’d committed suicide or killed herself accidentally with an overdose of pills and booze and who knows what to say? The last few years had been difficult. She’d become depressed and was on medication but she added to the problem by drinking heavily. Most days she hadn’t even changed out of her housecoat and had spent the time in front of the T.V. with a bottle of vodka and, at night, took some pills and slept until after I’d left for work. My daughter, Tara, and I had kept the house going; cleaning and cooking meals.

As soon as I got home I got out of my jacket and tie and took a shower, just wrapped myself in my bathrobe and poured myself a whisky. I sat back in my easy chair with a sigh of relief that it was over. Soon I’d have to think of the future, just Tara and me now. This must have been hard for Tara; not only had she been much more involved in keeping the house going than a child should but she’d also been the one to find her mother dead when she came home after school. I’d been out of State for my work and had heard from the police how Tara had come home and found her mother laying on the couch. Despite it all, I thought how maturely she’d acted. Then I remembered how she looked at the cemetery in a black blouse and skirt with her brown hair tied back in a ponytail. I’d noticed how many of the men were looking at her. At fourteen years old she had developed into a beautiful young woman and her clothes showed the curves of her breasts and hips. She’d grown up a lot while I’d been too occupied to notice. Life would be easier for both of us now. I poured myself another whisky.

I became aware that I wasn’t alone and looked up. Tara had the same idea as me, as soon as we got home she’d shot into her bedroom and I had heard the shower running now she was wearing her short blue denim skirt and a short-sleeved red top. She’d let her straight brown hair hang loose and the strands hung down on her shoulders and brushed the rise of her breasts; a pair of red thongs on her feet. She smiled. “Poor Daddy” she said “Let me give you a hug.” She came and sat on my lap, put her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder. I could smell the lavender perfume of her hair. She wriggled her bottom to get more comfortable and my robe opened a bit and I could feel the roundness of her bottom through the cloth of her skirt on my bare thigh.

She wriggled again and I could feel my penis starting to respond. “Oh Daddy; it’s good to have that all over. Now it’s just us.” She looked up at me. Her blue eyes, under long lashes, looked good enough to kiss. So did her mouth. I kissed her on the forehead. Her arm around my neck held my head down and she reached her head up and kissed me on the lips. She tasted sweet and I didn’t pull away. She parted her lips and her soft little tongue slipped into my mouth. When we finally stopped neither of us said anything.

It had been years since there’d been any love between my wife and me and I felt my whole body filling with desire. Without a word Tara took my hand and placed it on her heart. I could feel its rapid beating. I could feel, too, the shape of her breast; she wasn’t wearing a bra under her top and the roundness of her breast filled the palm of my hand. My thumb and forefinger closed on her nipple and it hardened under my touch. My daughter moaned with pleasure and wriggled again. Now the skin of her thigh was cool on my skin as my robe opened more. My arousal was getting bigger, harder, more insistent.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked and she nodded her head and gave me a dreamy smile. “Oh, yes!” she said. I kissed her mouth again and she kissed back with energy. I put one hand on her thigh and slipped my palm up the smooth cool flesh under her skirt. As my hand slid further she stopped kissing and started gasping. I stopped my hand but Tara begged me to keep on. Finally my thumb started to rub on the thin cotton panties that she wore and I could feel the warmth and dampness of her groin. She was already as aroused as I was.

This wasn’t a time for much teasing. I slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders. I found her light enough to pick up easily; a benefit of those twice a week lunchtime workouts in the gym. As I carried her into my bedroom she rubbed her cheek against mine and I kissed her lips. I gently laid her on the bed. Her skirt was up almost to her crotch and I marveled at the beautiful curve of her thighs.

I slipped out of my robe and noticed Tara’s eyes widen as she saw me naked. “Ooh Daddy; you’re so big and strong.” She sat up and started to take off her shirt. I stopped her. “No, sweetheart. Let me do that.” She lay back down and smiled at me. I sat on the bed beside her and slipped my hands under the shirt. God! She was so smooth and firm. I moved my hands up until I cupped her two breasts and she gave a little moan of pleasure. I pulled the shirt up over her breasts and bent my head down to suck one nipple hard and then the other. She moved gently from side to side and ran her hands up and down my back. When I asked she lifted up her arms and I pulled her shirt all the way off. She shook her hair back before she sank back onto the pillow.

I kissed the hollow of her neck and licked her skin up over her chin and began kissing her face as I swung my legs onto the bed and lay down beside her. I slipped a hand down onto her thigh and then up between her legs to gently rub her clitoris through her panties. Her breath was coming in short gasps as her body responded to my touch. I rolled her onto her side and reached behind her for the zipper of her skirt. After I opened it she rolled back and lifted her hips so I could slide the material down to her knees and then down passed her feet. I let her skirt drop beside the bed. She wouldn’t be needing it for a while.

Next I slipped my fingers under her panties and rubbed the hairs covering her groin. Tara gasped and pulled my head down so she could kiss me. I could sense the hunger through the pressure of her lips. I hooked my fingers around her panties and pulled them down to her knees, then down her legs. She kicked them off her feet. Despite my throbbing erection I wanted to explore my daughter’s body a little more before I entered her. I slid my mouth down her body, my tongue tracing a path over her silk smooth skin all the way from her lips to her clitoris. She was crying “Oh God, yes!” over and over again.
Her musky taste was the most exciting I’d ever encountered. I could hear her breath shortening as her hips began to thrust and she moaned deep in her throat. Just as my tongue slipped into her she came to climax, her hands clenched in my hair.

After a while she relaxed. “That was so amazing. I love you Daddy. Oh God I’ve wanted you to make love to me for so long.” She was almost whispering. “I want to taste you now.” It seemed like a good idea to me too! She slipped off the bed and, as I sat up and swung my legs round, knelt down between my open legs. Shyly she took my penis in her hand and bent down to lick it. She looked up at me to see if she was doing it right. After licking the hard end she slipped it between her lips and sucked. I thought to myself that I’d got a daughter with the instincts of a very sexy woman: and just for my benefit.

I could feel myself coming to climax. “Honey” I said “I want the first time I come to be deep inside you. Come back and lie on the bed.” She did as she was told and I spread her legs apart. “I really want you to make love to me” she said “but this is the first time, Daddy. Tell me what I should do.” “Don’t worry sweetheart” I answered “Just follow my lead.”

She was so willing, so eager that it went like a dream. She was already wet with anticipation and I slipped into her easily. She gave a slight cry when I popped her cherry but, right after, she was moaning with pleasure. I went at it as slowly as I could although she’d gotten me very excited already. As I stroked into her I could sense her body getting into rhythm with me as her hips thrust in time to my movement.

We climaxed together and I felt a relief and a pleasure that I don’t think I’d ever felt as intensely before. Tara was crying as I held her in my arms. When I asked her why she was crying she said it was because she was so happy. It was even better than she’d dreamed. I rolled her over onto her back and made love to her again; more slowly this time. My hands and lips roamed over her soft, smooth skin. They explored every curve of her beautiful body. Her skin was flushed with her arousal and her gasps were in rhythm with my thrusts. Once again we climaxed together.

For some time she lay in my arms without saying anything. Then she rolled over onto her front, resting on her elbows. “Oh Daddy” she said “ I’m so happy. I knew it was the right thing to do.”

“What was the right thing, sweetheart?” I asked as my hands stroked her shoulders and played with her hair.

“Putting the pills in her vodka” Tara replied.

When I realized the meaning of her remark I looked at her in astonishment. “You mean you deliberately poisoned her?’

“She was ruining your life.” my daughter answered. Her chin pushed forward determinedly. “I waited until you were out of State so you couldn’t be accused. Are you angry with me?”

I looked at her liquid brown eyes and my hands continued to stroke her softness. Slowly I said, “You shouldn’t have done it. I think I’ll have to spank you.”

She giggled and jumped on top of me, rubbing her groin against my thigh. “I think I might like that she said. I pulled her down and kissed her for a long, long time. “I think I’m getting hungry” I murmured in her ear. She pressed close to me. “Hungry for what?” she whispered and giggled again.

We sent out for pizza with an extra topping of black olives – out of respect for the dearly departed.

Anonymous readerReport

2015-06-04 22:28:07
Great plot twist, that's what great writers do, and the more shocking the better!

anonymous readerReport

2012-01-12 22:24:53
yeah i was turned off.... so sad tho it went good till that part

anonymous readerReport

2011-07-01 03:05:45
Guys, it is just a story. Well written, but I really didn't like the fact the daughter killed the mother. I would have had the mother sent to rehab (for the drugs first and then add depression treatments if necessary). 7.5/10 - well written, but unethical ending to say the least.

anonymous readerReport

2011-07-01 03:05:21
Guys, it is just a story. Well written, but I really didn't like the fact the daughter killed the mother. I would have had the mother sent to rehab (for the drugs first and then add depression treatments if necessary). 7.5/10 - well written, but unethical ending to say the least.

anonymous readerReport

2011-06-16 22:27:05
I got to say, if *I* had a daughter who poisoned her own mother so she could have me for myself, I'd run like hell. If she could do that, what would she do to ME the first time I crossed her? Nonononono.

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