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Christ was my life a mess, there I was, forty years old,
my wife had buggered off with my best friend and his
wife blamed me for it. My Company had made me redundant
and though the redundancy money was more than generous
it did not make up for over twenty years of loyalty that
I had given the Company.
Just to add insult to injury, every job I applied for
turned me down seemingly in favour of younger men less
qualified than myself and the labour exchange, sorry Job
Centre, didn’t seem hopeful of finding me a job in my
field. About all I had going for me was my home, my
redundancy money and my Eighteen year old daughter June.
In fact about the only thing going for me was my
daughter, there was a chance I could lose my home when
my divorce went to court and an equal chance that my
wife would try to get her hands on what money I had.
All in all I was feeling very depressed and when June
decided that she was going to abroad for a year I felt a
wave of loneliness hit me like a solid blow only a week
after she had gone.
I struggled along for a couple of months with solicitors
and Job Centre staff as my only human contacts, by some
miracle the courts bumped my case right to the top of
the list and after a long and sordid ordeal I at least
kept my house, though half my money was gone.
I felt really depressed at the thought that I was having
to pay for my wife to have her pleasure, but there it
was and there was nothing that I could do about it no
matter how much it galled me. The house seemed so empty
and a few days after becoming a ‘free’ man again I was
so depressed that I was seriously contemplating topping
myself.
Sitting there alone in the dark one night I decided to
do it, I had no gun so shooting myself was out, I never
could manage tablets so taking an overdose was out, I
thought about cutting my wrists in the bath, but the
thought of the pain of cutting myself put me off that
idea.
In the end I decided that tossing myself off a tall
building was the answer and I knew the very one not a
mile away, writing out my farewell note I stuck it on
the mantel, put my coat on and left the house, the
building I wanted loomed on the skyline and I headed
towards it with a weary tread. The next thing I knew was
I was flying through the air and landing with one hell
of a thump.
Waking, I groaned as every inch of my body ached, warily
opening my eyes I looked around me, I was in a hospital
bed, one arm and both legs encased in plaster.
“What the hell?” I muttered, “What happened?”
Over the course of the next few days I found out what
had happened, some idiot, pissed out of his tiny mind,
had driven up onto the curb and hit me and the lamppost
I was standing by, ironically the lamppost saved my
life. I’m afraid they had to sedate me when I learnt how
I had survived.
A little later, when I was more or less back to normal I
was told that my ex-wife had been informed of the
accident, the hospital seemed surprised that she hadn’t
bothered to even call, but they also told me that the
consulate in Italy had finally contacted my daughter and
she had called to see how I was. Well at least I had one
person who cared about me, but she was hundreds of miles
away in a foreign land and as soon as I was out of this
place I was going to finish what I had started out to
do.
“What the hell have you been up to dad?” my daughter’s
voice cut across my dark thoughts.
In surprise I looked up to see my luscious daughter
settling herself in the visitor’s chair by the bed.
“June?” I gasped, “but you’re in Italy!”
“I was,” she smiled, “but you don’t think I’m going to
stay out there when you needed me do you?”
“I’m all right,” I sighed, “just a bit banged up, is
all.”
“All,” she laughed sarcastically, “two broken legs, a
broken arm, cracked ribs, concussion and internal
bleeding, all. Jesus dad you need a minder!”
“Have you been home yet?” I asked trying to calm her by
changing the subject.
Then I remembered my suicide note sitting on the mantle,
June was going to hit the roof when she read that and I
prayed that she hadn’t seen it yet.
“Not yet,” she sighed, “I came straight here from the
airport.”
“They tell me I can get out of here in a few more days.”
I commented as I tried to figure out some way of getting
at the note before she did.
“Hmm, I know,” she responded. “I’ve arranged to stay
with a friend of mine who lives just round the corner
from here, we can go home together.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, there was still a chance
that I’d get to the note before my daughter did. For the
rest of the visit my daughter tried to perk me up, but I
had to fake it and I think she sensed this.
***
Four days later I was packed off home with June hovering
over me in the ambulance like a mother hen, she was a
lovely girl, but she had two major faults, she tended to
fuss a lot and she had a temper equal to the explosive
force of an atomic bomb. I was wheeled indoors and
parked in the living room while my daughter saw the
ambulance men out, I looked at the mantelpiece and there
was the envelope containing my suicide note, rubbing my
mental hands I went to rise from the chair, could I get
out of the damned thing, could I hell!
“Right then dad,” June said striding back into the room,
“let’s get you sorted out shall we? I’ll make up the
couch bed and you can slide straight into it.”
For the moment she was too busy ‘sorting’ me out to
notice the damned envelope, but eventually I was all
tucked up and she was glancing round the room to see if
it had changed since she’d gone away. Her eyes fell on
the envelope and I cringed as she crossed the room to
the mantle, took down the envelope, opened it and read
the contents. All I had written was ‘my life’s so fucked
up I can’t take it any more’, but it was damnation
enough, June hit the roof.
“YOU STUPID BLOODY FOOL!” my daughter roared while I
tried unsuccessfully to hide under the covers. “Christ
dad, you can’t be left alone for a moment can you. Just
tell me why, come on, why?” She was crying, big drops
that trickled down her face onto her quivering chin; I
couldn’t bring myself to answer her.
“Was it something I did?” she asked in a voice so low I
could barely hear her.
Well that was the last thing I wanted her to think, she
was the one reason I would consider living and in one
long burst I told her everything that had got me down
and I mean everything, I held nothing back.
“So you see honey,” I finished, “it’s nothing you’ve
done at all. You’re the only good thing left in my
failure of a life.”
Oddly I felt better for having got it all off my chest,
perhaps suicide wasn’t the way to go, it certainly
didn’t sound quite so appealing all of a sudden.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me all this before I
left?” she asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.
“Because I knew you’d want to stay and look after me,” I
sighed. “You’ve got your own life to lead and looking
after an idiot like me wouldn’t make that a very
pleasant life now would it?”
“Oh dad,” she laughed, “idiot is right. Well you’re
stuck with me now.”
She stood up and went out to the kitchen to prepare
lunch while I pondered on the new situation, I felt
guilty at the price my daughter was willing to pay just
for me, I was loath to let her make the sacrifice, but
short of bodily throwing her out, which I was in no fit
state to do, there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. I
could hear my daughter rattling around in the kitchen,
sighing I looked around the room, with my legs and arm
encased in plaster I felt so helpless, like a little
babe and just like a little babe I suddenly wanted to go
‘do-do’.
One attempt told me that there was no way I would be
able to get out of bed by myself and I was damned if I
was going to use the bedpan the hospital had happily
handed over to my daughter.
“June,” I called out.
A few moments later she was standing at the living room
door wiping her hands, I gave her a sickly grin and
fought down my embarrassment.
“I need the bathroom,” I said flatly.
“I’ll get the bedpan,” she replied turning.
“Don’t you dare!” I bleated, “The thought of that thing
makes me shudder. Just give me a hand to get out of
bed.”
She laughed and shook her head, but came over to the
bed, threw back the covers and slid my legs around to
the side, pushing the wheelchair over to the side of the
bed my daughter helped me to get into the damned thing
then pushed me towards the downstairs toilet with my
legs sticking out in front of me like battering rams.
The next problem came at the toilet, June managed to get
me to my feet where I stood wincing and puffing, and
with her help I turned around, backed towards the loo,
and stopped hovering over the thing. My problem was that
I had only one hand that I could use and I was using it
to support myself against the wall, if I moved it to
open my pyjamas I’d topple over, but I had to get the
damn things open before I sat on the loo, I tried a
quick grab and felt myself going so rushed my hand back
to the loo.
My daughter laughed and came to my rescue yet again,
blushing with embarrassment I let her open and push down
my pyjama bottoms then plonked onto the loo with my legs
stuck straight out in front of me, June stood in the
open door and grinned down at me as I went. There was
one point that hadn’t occurred to me, how the hell was I
supposed to clean myself up after I’d been, all too soon
this problem was right at the head of the list, I was
damned if I was going to let my daughter do it, but I
was equally damned as to how I was going to manage the
job.
“Poor daddy,” June grinned at my dilemma, “shall I do it
for you?”
“NO!” I snapped feeling my face go red, “I mean no, I’ll
find a way to manage.”
“Do it the way we girls do,” June laughed, “stick your
hand under you where you’re sitting and wipe, simple.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed men aren’t designed quite
the same.” I muttered.
I gave it a try though and after a lot of wriggling and
near crushing my balls I finally managed to clean
myself, with June’s help I got back to my feet, my
pyjamas were pulled up and tied and I was guided into
the chair, June flushed the loo then wheeled me back to
the living room, as soon as I was back in bed June went
back out to the kitchen. A little later she brought me a
tray bearing my meal, it looked great, but as she went
back to the kitchen to get her own tray I found myself
with a problem, how to eat my food.
Okay, the potatoes and peas were no problem, but with
one hand I could not manage the steak, the damned thing
slid around the plate when I tried to cut it and I was
resigned to picking up the whole thing on my fork and
biting chunks out of it when my daughter once more came
to my rescue.
Smiling as though amused at something, June cut my steak
up into small pieces then settled herself in an armchair
to eat her own meal, there may have been some who would
have revelled in this type of attention, I’m afraid I’m
not one of them, I felt embarrassment tightening my
throat as I picked at my meal. A little while later June
took my empty plate and her own out to the kitchen to do
the washing up while I sat fuming at my helplessness.
This went on for a few days, the routine of going to the
toilet was an embarrassment every time, I fumed at
having to have my food cut up for me and the way June
hovered over me like a mother hen fussing and clucking
was driving me slowly nuts. I prayed for the day the
damned plaster would come off, at least I’d be able to
do something for myself.
One morning June walked into the living room with a bowl
of warm soapy water, a flannel and a towel, I stared at
her as it dawned on me what she was planning, I thought
I’d escaped this particular torture when I had left
hospital.
“What do you think you are going to do with that lot?” I
asked already knowing the answer.
“Give you a bed-bath daddy dear,” June grinned. “In case
you hadn’t noticed you whiff more than a little.”
“You’re doing no such thing,” I said firmly “get me near
a sink I’ll do it myself.”
“That would be a good trick,” she laughed “I can just
picture it, grab, wipe, grab, wipe, tumble, thump. Now
stop being silly and let me get on with this.”
Well I tried to argue, but a broadside from her fiery
temper scuppered me and I lay there blushing as she
removed my pyjama top, slopped the wet flannel on my
chest and washed me like a baby. She dried my chest then
helped me to roll onto my side so that she could wash my
back, I muttered darkly to myself throughout the whole
process then yelped as I felt her pushing down my pyjama
bottoms.
“Oh don’t be so silly dad,” June said firmly.
Surrendering before I saw another flash of her temper I
muttered away while she pulled my pyjama bottoms off,
naked except for three plaster casts and some bruises I
lay there while my daughter washed my backside and the
backs of my legs. This really was the part I hated the
most as it was the most embarrassing, every time the
nurses had reached this stage at the hospital my cock
had got hard, but they were used to it and never even
batted an eyelid, but this was my daughter, not a
professional nurse and my face went redder than a
beetroot as the inevitable happened.
June dried me off then rolled me onto my back, I’d
closed my eyes, but I heard her gasp at the sight of my
stiff prick yet a moment later she was washing my legs
and every point around my erection. In surprise I opened
my eyes and stared at my daughter’s moving hand then at
her face, she was grinning as her hands moved up and
down my legs rinsing away the soap before drying me, she
sensed me watching her and looked at me.
“They warned me this might happen,” she grinned impishly
giving my cock a flick.
Wide eyed I watched her soap the flannel, wrap it around
my cock and begin to clean it slowly, the way she rubbed
the soapy cloth up and down my shaft was almost as
though she were wanking me; whether she was or not the
effect was the same, I got even more excited. Then she
was rinsing it and once again her movements were slow
and arousing, the last stage was the drying and I bit
back a groan of pleasure as the towel rubbed up and down
my cock guided by her hand, but at last the job was
done, all that was needed was to get me back into my
pyjamas.
Only my daughter was showing no signs of performing this
task, I looked up at her as she sorted out the bowl,
flannel and towel, with a glance at my cock and a grin
she left me there to take the things out to the kitchen,
I was tempted to get rid of my erection while she was
gone, but I had no way of catching the mess when I came
and June was back too quickly for that anyway. I groaned
when I saw what she was carrying when she returned, it
was a pot of talcum powder and I was none too happy
about having my backside and groin dusted to supposedly
prevent sores. Putting the pot aside my daughter looked
down at me with my cock pointing straight up at the
ceiling.
“June,” I protested weakly “this is embarrassing.”
“I think it’s nice,” June laughed reaching for the
buttons of her blouse.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as she started to undo
her buttons.
She made no reply, but I quickly closed my eyes as she
opened her blouse and pushed it off, I could hear the
rustle of her clothing for a few more moments then
silence, thinking she had given up her teasing and left
the room I opened my eyes with a sigh then gasped as I
found myself staring at my daughter’s naked body.
With the true blindness of a parent I had never
considered my daughter as anything else but my ‘little’
girl, as I gazed at her body I suddenly realised that
June was a woman, a very gorgeous woman, a well endowed
very gorgeous woman and my thoughts as I stared at her
were anything but fatherly. Feeling ashamed of myself
for having such thoughts I finally managed to tear my
eyes away from her, June laughed as I closed my eyes and
blushed even more.
“I think daddy likes what he saw,” she said in a low
seductive voice that sent a shiver of excitement and
guilt down my spine “Daddies ‘little’ girl definitely
likes what she sees.”
Realising what she was referring to, I tried to cover my
hard cock with my one good hand, I wasn’t very
successful as it was a two-hand job and I could feel my
face burning so hot that an egg could have been fried on
contact.
Then I felt the bed settle as weight came down on the
side of my good hand, I gulped at the thought of June
sitting right beside me with her luscious body within
reach of my good hand and my thoughts went unfatherly
yet again. Forcing those thoughts aside I bit my lip
then jumped an inch when I felt her warm hand stroke my
chest softly, I’d barely got over this shock when her
lips were suddenly on mine, my eyes flew open in
surprise and I found myself staring at my daughter’s
closed eyes.
Her eyes opened for a moment and I saw nothing but
desire in them, then they were closed again as I lay
tense and shocked at my daughter’s actions, but the
human body is a complicated device over which we have
little true control, despite all my shock, shame and
guilt I felt myself becoming excited by the pressure of
my daughter’s lips on mine and the rubbing of her hand
on my chest.
Before long I felt the tension drain from my body and my
lips returning her kiss, closing my eyes only made my
excitement grow faster and I felt confusion filling me
as mixed emotions of shame and pleasure ran through me,
but as the time passed it was my pleasure that grew.
Oddly one of the many sayings attributed to Confucius
ran through my mind ‘if rape is inevitable, lie back and
enjoy’, helpless as I was I suppose what my daughter was
doing could classify as ‘rape’ and I was certainly
starting to enjoy what she was doing, sighing I gave up
resisting the pleasure mounting in me. As though sensing
this June parted out lips and sat up, her hand still
caressed my chest as she smiled down at me so sweetly
and so damned seductively.
“You can touch me you know,” she said softly. “That’s
why I sat on this side.”
It had been all too tempting to run my one good hand
over my daughter’s naked body, up to that point I had
managed to resist that temptation, now I gave way to it
and raised my hand to her large, heavy tits, her flesh
felt warm and soft under my hand and yet her nipples
felt so hard. Licking my lips I teased one of her
nipples with my fingers, June sighed and took one of my
nipples in her fingers and mimicked what I was doing to
her, no-one had ever done this to me before and I felt a
surprising thrill run through me as she teased and
tweaked my tiny bud.
The need to suck at her nipples filled me and I tried to
lean up unsuccessfully, but June must have sensed what I
was trying to do because she leant forward, her ripe
tits hanging over my face and with a sudden glee I
sucked one of her hard buds into my mouth.
“That’s nice,” June said, drawing in a deep breath.
Almost with a will of its own my hand slid down her
body, my fingers ploughed their way through her thick
pubic bush then slid across her pussy making her sigh,
how well I remembered cleaning and powdering that pussy
when June had been a baby, but now her flesh felt moist
and warm and so inviting. It took but a heartbeat to
find her clit and as my finger pressed, rubbed and
circled it my daughter gave a low groan then a shudder.
“Ooh that feels so good,” she gasped. “You’ll make me
cum if you keep that up.”
Which was the whole idea, grinning around her nipple I
moved my finger more firmly and June gave another
shudder, suddenly her nipple was pulled from my mouth,
leaning over my chest my daughter circled my nipple with
her tongue making me gasp at the pleasure this gave me.
She groaned loudly as I moved my finger faster on her
clit then she was shaking, her mouth pressing against my
chest as she sucked hard at my nipple sending a burst of
excitement through me, a few moments later her shudders
eased and I slid my fingers down to her wet hole.
As I pushed two fingers into her pussy June sat up and
let out a cry of sheer joy, I felt her push down on my
fingers as her pussy clenched and her body shook, her
tits bounced just out of my reach as her orgasm peaked
then faded and then it was my turn to groan as I felt
her soft hand close around my cock.
“Oh God!” I groaned as her hand started to slide up and
down on me.
Burying my fingers in my daughter’s pussy I stretched
out my thumb to press at her clit, with a wild cry June
was climaxing, her hand squeezing my cock as her body
shook. Then her hand left my cock, the couch-bed bounced
as June swivelled around, her leg flashed across my face
to come to rest on the pillow beside my head as she
straddled me, mere inches away I found myself gazing at
her pink pussy and I tried to raise my head to lick at
her. Feeling my movements June lowered her pussy to my
mouth and I sighed as her juices flowed onto my tongue.
Then I was gasping as her soft lips slid down my shaft,
my cock sinking into her mouth as she lowered her head,
her tongue flicking over my hard flesh coating it with
her saliva and sending messages of ecstasy rushing over
me. Groaning I lapped at my daughter’s pussy like a man
dying of thirst, the taste of her filled my mouth and
drove me on, the feel of her mouth sliding up and down
on me drove me nearer and nearer to a climax, yet it was
June that came first, her pussy clenching as her body
shook.
I heard her groan around my flesh filling her mouth then
she pushed down on me and sucked hard with her tongue
pressed tight to the sensitive spot behind the cap, I
let out a yell as a burst of bliss hit me, in a surge of
hot sensation my seed jetted into her mouth. June
groaned then began to swallow my juices as fast as they
flowed, even when the flow ended she continued to suck
on me, her lips sliding up and down my skin sending such
waves of pleasure through me that my cock stayed hard,
at the same time her pussy pressed down against my mouth
as she shook in climax with my tongue plunging into her
to suck out her juices.
“Oh Jesus!” June panted as she suddenly moved off me.
“God you’ve made me so hot dad!”
Her words had barely escaped her lips when she was
mounting me again, this time I felt my cock press at her
pussy, her heavy tits bounced above me and I raised my
good hand to them as she pushed down on my erection. The
pleasure I felt as her pussy engulfed my cock was
unbelievable and God was she tight, I felt as though my
cock would be crushed inside her, but when her pussy
clenched even tighter as my daughter had an orgasm I
gave a loud groan of pure ecstasy.
“God June,” I gasped out, “you’re so tight!”
“And you’re so big!” she gasped back, “Oh that feels
wonderful!”
I totally agreed with her it did feel wonderful, she had
taken my whole length into her pussy and was sitting
shuddering on top of me, she didn’t need to move, the
tightness and the rippling of her pussy muscles would
have made me climax sooner or later, but June was not
content to lie still.
Her first movement had me gasping and her crying out,
when she pushed down again it was heavenly and I let out
another loud groan of enjoyment, then with slow firm
movements my daughter was riding me, her pussy sliding
deliciously up and down on my skin sending wave after
wave of delight washing over me as she shuddered, shook
and yelled.
Being unable to move with her only seemed to add to the
pleasure I felt and before my mind was scrambled
completely I wondered if this was anything like bondage,
if it was I could understand the pleasure it gave
people, then my mind was overcome with pure sensations
as June started to move faster and harder on me.
Time after time her voice filled the room as her body
shook uncontrollably on top of me, each time she
climaxed her pussy would grasp my cock tightly until at
last I felt my own climax rushing over me. Crying out as
my seed rose like fire in my cock I tried to push up
into June’s hot pussy, my cry merged with hers as she
pushed down hard on me, grinding her pussy on my groin
and my seed erupted like lava into her depths.
Minutes or hours later my daughter was moving on me
again, her body shaking continuously as she rose up and
down and even though my cock was going limp her
tightness and position kept it lodged inside her for
ages, but eventually she rose high and my now flaccid
cock slipped wetly from her pussy. With a groan June
flopped onto my chest, her hard nipples pressing against
my skin as her heavy tits squashed against my chest.
We lay like this for some time, her body trembling and
jerking less and less as the time passed until with a
sigh of contentment she sat up on me, I could feel my
limp cock resting in the crack of her pussy as she
smiled down at me.
“God I feel well and truly fucked,” June sighed happily.
Reluctantly she climbed off me then sat grinning down at
me, her eyes seemed to sparkle and I smiled up at her
feeling both contented and guilty.
“You need another bath,” June laughed.
“We need to talk,” I sighed.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” June grinned. “I wanted
it, you wanted it and don’t deny it. I don’t give a damn
about all the old arguments about the law and so on.”
“But…” I began.
“But me no buts,” June said with a flash of her temper
showing. “Call it what you like, hell call it rape if
you want, but I refuse to accept that something so
wonderful is bad. Stick that in your pipe daddy
dearest!”
I still felt guilty, but her forceful argument was a
powerful temptation to give in to her way of thinking,
my eyes roved over my daughter’s body as I remembered
how her pussy had felt around my cock and the taste of
her juices in my mouth.
Sighing I gave in, I knew I would never completely lose
my feeling of guilt, but I also knew that I could not
resist my daughter if she offered to have sex with me
again and it looked as though that was what was on her
mind. There would be risks of course; the risk of
discovery being the greatest of them, but these seemed
to add to the excitement of having sex with her.
“Okay June,” I sighed, “you win.”
“I thought I would,” she laughed. “Besides, there’s not
a lot you can do about it until those casts come off.
Ooh I’m getting all wet just thinking of the power I
have over you.”
“And I’m getting hard again!” I laughed.
“So you are,” June grinned, reaching out to take my
growing cock in her hand. “I think the bed-bath will
have to wait for a while yet, I’ve got something better
to do.”
The touch of her moving hand had made me hard again and
my daughter laughed as she straddled me. As my cock sank
into her tight pussy I was praying that the casts would
not be on too long, the first thing I planned to do when
they were off was to throw my daughter down and fuck her
with me on top!
Alma
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