Healing Love

I’m 31 and this happened last year after my Mom passed away.

Dad and I were devastated. We lost Mom out of the blue with no warning. I cried for days and I know my Dad was worse off than me. Mom was such a free spirit, always happy and friendly to everybody she met. I was always told that we looked near identical other than our hair (I keep mine clipper cut and natural brown, she dyed a platinum blonde and long/curly). We both are 5’6″ and similar bodies.

About two months after Mom passed I was having a Sunday dinner with Dad. He was crying and telling me how much he missed her. He told me how the smell of her perfume always made his heart race. The sound of her laugh filled him with joy and even shared that making love to her was the best feeling in the entire world. It hurt me to see him hurting so much and I tried to think of anything I could to make his hurt go away. Laying in bed later that night I came up with what I thought was a perfect plan. After a quick late night purchase online I was ready to do my best to help Dad heal from our loss.

I called up Dad’s best friend and asked him to take Dad out for a few hours the following Sunday. I waited down the street from his house. Once I saw them leave I went to work. I let myself in and went straight to the bedroom. Over the next half hour I dressed up in Mom’s clothes, put on my newly purchased blonde wig and applied makeup just the way she did every single morning. The final touch was a few squirts of the perfume that Dad loves so much.

Once I was “dressed” I dimmed the lights, put on Frank Sinatra (Dad’s favorite) and waited. When he got home I heard him call out “Jane, are you hear?”. I replied “No honey, she’s not here. It is just me waiting for you.” I walked out of the bedroom. He looked shocked. “What the fuck is going on?”

I brought him a drink. “Dad, I’m only going to say this once. Tonight I am Mom, your wife. I want you to say goodbye to me. Tell me all the things you feel you never said. Do all the things you wanted to do for the first or last time. Forget who I am for tonight. Tonight only I am Corey, I am not Jane. I want and need this as much as you do. Make me your wife and say goodbye. I love you.”

I think I could have knocked him over with a feather. He looked scared and confused. He quickly gulped down the drink and stumbled to his favorite chair. “I can’t do that Jane, this is crazy.” He looked me up and down while shaking his head. “You need to leave.” I did notice though that there was a slight bulge in his sweatpants. I think he was aroused in spite of himself.

I was wearing a black dress and heels that I knew Dad loved to see Mom wearing. I knelt down in front of him. I rested my arms on his knees. “How was your day honey?”

“Jane stop.” He tried to back away. I put a finger to my lips “Shh….I’m Corey. Jane is out with her friends. Just let go.”

I ran my right hand up his leg towards his crotch. My red fingernails traced the fabric of his rough pants. Dad squirmed again but did not try to get up. Slowly my fingers approached his cock which was now straining against his pants. “Oh honey it looks like your swollen. Let me see what’s going on.” I now used both hands to tug at the waistband of his sweats. I was so nervous and my mouth felt as dry as the desert. But I needed to do this for him. With one quick tug I pulled down his sweats and his cock popped out, fully erect. I heard him murmur “Oh fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

I used the fingernails on my left hand to trace up and down the length of his cock. “Tell me honey. Tell me what you want me to do.” He groaned “suck me please. I miss your mouth so much.” I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. My tongue flicked the slit and my lips massaged just the head. I let spit dribble out of my mouth. I reached over to take his right hand in my left hand. I squeezed his hand to reassure him it was ok. My right hand began to stroke up and down his shaft. My spit provided the lube I needed. I tasted the first hint of my Dad’s precum against my tongue. I did not think I would be aroused as I was becoming. I actually needed his cock, wanted it, craved it. I pushed my mouth down on him and did not stop until I had his full length in me wet wanting mouth. Dad exhaled a rush of air. His left hand reached out to hold my head. His hips began to thrust up and down. He was fucking my mouth!

This action continued for 3 – 4 minutes. I could tell he was getting close. My nipples were hard and my pussy was now wet as well. He abruptly stopped fucking my mouth. He tried to pull away. “I’m going to cum, I need to stop.” I locked my mouth on his cock and sucked to the best of my ability. “Oh god, oh fuck!” He came in my mouth. Ropes of thick hot cum and I swallowed every drop. I kept his cock in my mouth until it grew soft and sensitive. I stood up and took his hand. I pulled him up and kissed his deep on the mouth. Our tongues explored each other with hunger. We were both crying but neither one of us stopped. His hands reached down and grabbed my ass. He was getting into it fully now. The crying was replaced with wanting. I could feel his lust for me growing.

I led him to the bedroom. I laid down on the bed and looked up at him standing there. Flaccid and half naked and looking at me with the same look he used to have for Mom. I pulled up the silk dress to show him I was not wearing any underwear. I slid one finger along my pussy and held it up for him to see how wet I was. “I want you so bad. Do you see how much I need you?”

Dad reached down and roughly pulled me to the edge of the bed. He knelt down. His hands slid under my ass and lifted me off the bed. His mouth locked onto my pussy. His tongue felt so good. I forgot completely that this was my Dad and just enjoyed the ride. He fingered me, licked me and sucked me like his life depended on it. Within minutes I was on the edge of orgasm. “Fuck me Daddy” I yelled, forgetting the role I was playing. The pussy licking stopped. I looked down, he looked up.

“That’s right Corey, call my Daddy. Such a good girl.” He dove back in and went to work on my clit. It was so swollen and sensitive that I came nearly instantly. He kept going. I came again. And again. And again. I lost count and he only stopped when he thought I had passed out. He stood up. I weakly whispered “Thank you Daddy.” He began to stoke his cock. He went from soft to erect and smiled a wicked smile. “Now Daddy is going to fuck that pussy raw.”

When his cock entered me I gasped. It stretched and filled me. I was feeling pure pleasure and lust from my Dad and I loved it. We fucked like animals. We clawed each other. We grunted and groaned and sweat was everywhere. He his hands held my hips with an iron grip. He lifted my legs to get deeper penetration. He started kissing my foot and sucking on my toes. “Yes Daddy, give me your cock. I want to feel you cum in me.”

After I had another orgasm he came deep in my raw pussy. I watched his face when he came. It was utter bliss. He looked so happy and that was the best outcome I could have imagined. He knelt down and to my surprise he again put his mouth on my pussy. He licked and sucked all his cum out of me. He crawled up next to me in bed and we kissed again. He tasted like a mixture of my pussy and his cum.

Shortly after he fell asleep cuddled up against me. I woke up early in the morning, took a shower and got dressed in my regular clothes. When he wandered out an hour later I greeted him. “Hey Dad, how was your night with Mom?” He smiled “It was amazing. I can’t wait to see her again.”