The Surrogate Wife Ch. 01

I was eighteen years old when my mother died in 1999. It left me and my dad to carry on life without her. She was only forty and my dad was forty-five. It was tough for both of us, as you can probably imagine, but for dad it left a hole in his heart, burdening me with the fear that he might just not make it.

He became depressed and neglectful around the house, throwing himself into his job and heavy drinking with his closest pals. Apart from sorting out all the legal stuff it fell to me to do everything else. In between college and my social life I became a ‘housewife’ of sorts. I wondered if I could ever leave my dad to live by himself.

Two years after mums passing, I was now twenty. Things had gotten better for dad and he wasn’t as depressed or drinking as heavy as during those first two years without mum.

One Friday afternoon, while dad was in work, I was sorting through mums old belongings in the loft. Dad couldn’t bring himself to do it so it became another thing that fell to me. It was a painful, nostalgic, heartfelt task, sorting through mums old keepsakes and clothes. I spent a few hours just sitting in the loft looking at old photos, birthday cards and the like.

I also came across an old chest. I opened it up and found neatly folded cocktail dresses and fancy clothes. I hauled the chest into my bedroom and took the expensive frocks out before spending some time holding the dresses up in front of my body, admiring my reflection in the mirror. I imagined mum was sat on my bed watching and laughing.

Eventually, I came to the end of the dresses and started laughing myself. I looked up at the heavens and called my mother a dark horse. At the bottom of the chest lay hidden various lingerie outfits. I took them out and laughed harder.

Mum had quite the collection of racy garments. From lace teddies and corsets to stockings and suspenders, my mum had sexy taste. What caught my attention and aroused my curiosity the most was the 5 in 1 bridal lingerie costume.

Mum and I weren’t too dissimilar in height, weight and build, so I stripped down naked and began to put the bridal lingerie on. I’m 5ft 6inches with long dark hair and hazel eyes. This was when I was eighteen, I weighed around 130lbs back then, with a 28″ waist and a D/DD cup bust.

Having never worn lingerie at this stage of my life before I didn’t know where to start, so I put the white satin knickers on first then the bridal white stockings, quickly adding and connecting the lace suspender belt. Catching my reflection in the mirror I began to feel aroused. Topless in just stockings, suspenders and satin knickers had my nipples hard before I knew it.

Giggling to myself, I then put the main feature of the lingerie set on. The thin, lace corset. It wasn’t your traditional tight corset. I was able to step into it and stretch it up and over my body and bust. It covered my lower back, exposing the top half and my shoulders, and it tied behind my neck.

Adjusting the front of the corset in the mirror had me becoming seriously aroused. The lace tie started at the top of the breast cups. It joined to a lace collar that ran around my neck firmly before it tied off behind my neck. It helped hold the front of the corset up. I gasped at my cleavage and felt very excited.

The corset hugged my body before it flared out like a very short fairy dress from my waist, revealing the tops of the stockings, connecting suspender belt straps, and the front of the satin white knickers. It looked and felt amazing. To complete the set I put the veil on my head and pulled the tulle lace bracelets up to my elbows.

Standing in front of my bedroom mirror again I smiled at the young woman I no longer recognised. Staring back at me was an erotic vintage bride. In that moment I knew I was going to keep and wear my mothers bridal lingerie on my own wedding night, whenever that might be.

“You look exactly how your mother looked on our wedding night.”

“Dad! Shit!” I panicked then laughed. He was leaning against the door frame, smiling at me. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough. You look wonderful, Kate. It’s like I’m looking at your mother again.”

“Sorry, dad.” I felt guilty for digging up old memories. My dad entered my bedroom and stood in front of me.

“Don’t be sorry, Kate. I want you to keep your mothers things.”

For a moment we seemed to ignore how inappropriately dressed I was. I was not only dressed in a very revealing, alluring set of lingerie, I was wearing the racy lingerie my mother wore on their wedding night. It hit me full force when my dad hugged me like never before.

“Dad… I… we… should probably…”

“Just give me this moment, Kate.” Dad tightened his hold and inhaled deeply. I was certain he was smelling my hair. I also smelt whiskey on his breath.

“Ok, dad, but then I need to get changed.”

As we hugged my dad began to smooth his hands up and down my back. Each time I felt him move downwards his hands went a little closer to my arse.

“I’ve missed you, Gloria,” dad spoke softly and sighed. He sounded so relaxed and content, but he’d just referred to me by my mothers name.

“Dad.” I called to him, trying to bring him back to his senses, but then his hands went down to my arse, beneath the flared corset.

“Mmmm, you smell so good.”

My eyes widened. I was in the loving but tight hold of my father. His hands were on my arse, cupping and feeling my bum cheeks through the satin knickers. I didn’t know what to do, so I remained as I was, allowing my dad to feel my arse.

“Dad,” I eventually spoke out again.

“Phil,” he sighed. “Call me Phil,” he sighed again and grabbed harder, lifting me on to my toes.

“Phil!” I spoke a lot louder, calling my dad by his name, if that’s what it took to wake him up and bring him back to reality.

“I’m here, Gloria,” he smiled, letting go of my arse and softening his hold around me.

However, before I could say another word he kissed me. It wasn’t just a soft kiss on the lips. It was a full on passionate kiss. Taken by complete surprise, I gasped, then his tongue was suddenly inside my mouth, exploring it.

I can’t rationally explain why but I was kissing him back. I was kissing my dad as if I were kissing a boyfriend, only I didn’t have the same emotional feelings of lust like I did kissing a boyfriend.

The passion of the kiss increased. He pulled me tight again, squashing my breasts against his body, and his hands were on my arse once more. I was wondering and fearing how far this would go when I got my answer.

Without a word spoken, my dad took me by the hand and led me into his bedroom. I opened my mouth to say something, anything to get him to wake up and realise what he was doing, but my dad took me in his arms and started kissing me again.

Standing at the foot of his double bed, I was kissing him back whilst trying to think of a way out of this, but then I was being laid backwards onto the bed, while my dad inhaled and exhaled clear and obvious signs of intent and arousal.

He removed his coat and shirt, exposing his thick body and hairy chest. I looked into his eyes, failing to recognise him as my father. The eyes looking back at me were full of lust and desire, and the smile beaming down at me was one associated with a man’s love for his woman.

“You look like a goddess, Gloria,” my dad moaned and lowered himself down on top of my body.

Kissing yet again, I felt the chemistry inside my body begin to change. I opened my legs to make things a little more comfortable for us both, then my dad groaned, taking it as a positive sign. Grinding into my body, he slipped his shoes off and began caressing my breasts over the corset.

In those moments of intimacy my breathing revealed my arousal. I didn’t want to admit it but I was turned on. I kept my eyes closed and concentrated on the kiss. My dad then moved his hands down to the suspender belt straps. My heart raced. I knew what was coming.

Confused but excited, I gasped at each strap as it was popped. Once all four were detached from the tops of the bridal stockings dad quickly pulled the satin knickers down.

“I think you’d look better without these,” he suggested, moving down my body and legs, taking the satin garment with him. “Mmmm, Gloria. I love how bald and tight your pussy is.”

Feeling as if I were under some kind of erotic spell, I simply nodded and even lifted my arse off the bed to assist him. I watched my dad toss the satin knickers off to the side before he grinned and told me he loved me. I nodded again as he took a few minutes just staring at my body. He then spread my legs and buried his head between them.

I looked down over my breasts to see my dads face full of desire. His tongue came out of his mouth but I didn’t want to question the morality of what we were doing. I felt his tongue lick my outer pussy lips and I was gone. I moaned and closed my eyes. A tongue is a tongue, right? That’s what I told myself as my dad began to give me oral sex.

Tiny waves of goodness travelled throughout my body as his tongue explored my slit and around the outer edges of my vulva. Every touch was tentative yet deliberate. Every lick had a purpose, and I wanted it to continue until I was sent spiralling into an orgasm.

When a previous boyfriend went down on me I tended to guide him to what I liked. This was the first time that no gentle instruction was needed. My dad knew what he was doing. He knew when and where to flick and press his tongue against my pussy.

It got even better when he partially opened my slit with his tongue. Dad pushed the tip inside as he licked between my lips, right up to my clit. I moaned louder and began to writher on the bed.

As he began flicking my throbbing clit with his tongue, I felt him rub a finger along my slit. I was soaking wet and in need of some kind of penetration, but my dad held off, taking his time, delicately, to build me up to something better than rushed foreplay.

Rubbing his finger into my slit, up and down, and spreading my wetness around my pussy lips, he kept his tongue on my clit. He licked and circled the hard, sensitive bud whilst teasing me with his finger. I was getting closer to an orgasm by the second.