Literotic asexstories – The Surrogate Wife Ch. 02 by TheSurrogate,TheSurrogate
My dad was still making breakfast when I entered the kitchen. The smile on his face let me know my post shower look had aroused him. I smiled back, letting him know it was appreciated.
In fairness to my dad, I had never come downstairs after a shower like this before. My long brown hair was wrapped in a towel on my head, and I was only wearing a pair of briefs and a long blouse that previously belonged to my mother. I hadn’t bothered to put a bra on. The blouse clung to my still damp body and large breasts, showing off my protruding nipples.
“Morning, Kate. Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving. I could also do with some coffee, please.”
“Help yourself to the pot. The bacon is near done. Ketchup or brown sauce?”
“Brown please.”
Dad and I sat for breakfast as if it were a normal day in the house. As it was a Saturday he asked what my plans were. I had arranged to meet up with sone friends to visit the mall. My dad told me he was helping his friend Mike erect a garden fence. It felt strange, like there was a big, fat white elephant sitting at the kitchen table with us.
“I think we need to discuss last night. What do you think?” I brought it up. Dad looked gloomy all of a sudden, dropping his gaze into his coffee.
“I don’t know what to say. My conscience says I should apologise but in my bones I don’t feel it would be a sincere one.”
“Don’t you regret what we did?”
My dad looked straight into my eyes. “No, Kate. I’d be lying if I said last night wasn’t the best night since before your mother passed away.” We sat in silence for a few moments, both reflecting on my dad’s confession.
“Oddly, I don’t regret it either.” I replied truthfully. “I’m not sure what mum would make of what we did, but I’m only concerned with how we move forwards from here.”
“That’s fair. I’ll respect whatever you decide.”
“Hang on a minute, you can’t lay the decision at my door. We both live here. We both have to decide this.”
“Kate, I don’t want to make things awkward. I can’t lose you as well.”
“You’re not going to lose me, dad.”
“Right now I can’t make any decisions. I love you as a father, but last night I felt something different. Maybe it was lust, maybe it was loneliness, maybe it was being reminded of your mother. Whatever it was I want more of it. I want more of you, Kate. I know a father shouldn’t think or desire such things from his daughter, but I don’t have any regrets. Does that make me an evil man?”
Seeing the confusion in my dad brought sympathy to my words. “Of course it doesn’t, but perhaps we should keep our distance for a few days. Not ignore each other, but you know what I mean.”
“I understand, but I will have to insist you dress a little more appropriately then,” my dad chuckled, which definitely lightened the mood.
I smiled and blushed. “Agreed.”
Whilst at the mall with my friends I couldn’t stop thinking about my dad. One thing was certain, things would never be the same between us again. I wondered what my friends would think if they knew. I wondered what our family would think, and I was still wondering what mum was thinking from beyond her grave. Like my dad, I acknowledged what we’d done was wrong, but then why did it feel so right?
My mind was pickled until I eventually returned home. I went to my room and tidied up mums things. I’d left all the dresses and lingerie strewn across my bed from the day before. I looked up to the heavens and asked for her forgiveness, and God’s while I was at it.
With the chest full of mums clothes again, I picked up the final dress and paused. It was my mothers much loved deep dark green, midi length dress. It had a gentle V-neck and button-through front that gave way to an elegant centre split. It had delicate angel sleeves and subtle gathered detailing around the shoulders and bust. My mother always looked amazing in the heavy satin dress.
I held and stared at it for a while before glancing down into the chest of clothes I’d put away. Then something came over me. It was a kind of calling, a lightbulb moment that I didn’t want to question in fear of it going out. A warm feeling also expanded out from inside my tummy. I smiled. I then emptied the chest once more and hung all the dresses up in mums old wardrobe space, and I put all her lingerie and my underwear into her old drawers. My dad had kept everything as it was. He only emptied mums side of things. The empty space became MY space.
I fixed my hair and make up, just how mum used to do hers, then I put some clothes of my own on before going into the kitchen and making a start on cooking dads favourite meal. Chicken casserole. With dinner in the oven, I rang my dad and told him to be home for around 5pm. I was on autopilot. Following an intuition I didn’t know was right or wrong. It just felt like the right thing to do. When my dad arrived home I told him to shower while I set the table and served dinner. This was not a romantic meal; it was a meal where I would lay out what I wanted.
“Dinner smells great!” Dad entered the kitchen after his shower in a pair of slacks and a shirt.
“Thank you, Phil. You scrubbed up well.”
My dad looked at me quizzically. “Phil? I also noticed your mothers things are back in the bedroom. What’s going on, Kate?”
“My mothers things?” I acted, putting a plate of chicken casserole down in front of him. I then put my plate down. “I’ll be right back. I forgot something!”
I dashed upstairs into OUR bedroom. I hadn’t forgotten anything. This was deliberate. I quickly undressed and put the dark green satin dress on. I didn’t bother with any underwear. I only wore the dress with black heels. I also wore mums necklace and ear rings.
“Kate!” my dad gasped when I re-entered the kitchen.
My tummy was alive with butterflies. “Kate?” I played dumb. “I like that name. Perhaps we should call our daughter that when we have children.”
It was hard not to laugh. I felt silly showing my dad what I was trying to do. He cleared his throat and grinned when I sat down opposite him to eat.
“You look beautiful, Gloria,” he said, fixing his eyes on my cleavage. The penny had dropped.
“Eat all your dinner and maybe I’ll let you have me for dessert.” I giggled and tucked into the chicken casserole.
“I like the sound of that, but for now let’s eat. How was your day?” he asked, playing along.
I made up some cock and bull story, roleplaying a typical day in my mums life when she was alive. My dad smiled, loving every second of it. The conversation was very normal, even if the scene was far from normal.
Once we finished the meal dad smirked and took my hand, telling me to come with him upstairs. He had something he wanted to show me. In our now joint bedroom my dad went into one of his drawers and took something out.
“What’s this?” I wondered, when he held my left hand.
“It’s your wedding ring, Gloria. When you’re wearing it I’ll know you’re my wife. When you’re not wearing it I’ll know…” my dad left the rest for me to figure out. It wasn’t difficult.
I raised my hand, grinning at the diamond ring. “Are you ready for dessert?” I gave my dad a wicked smile. It was my turn to take the lead. I made sure he knew that. “Your wife is still hungry, Phil.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Dad smiled.
I turned my back to him. “Unzip me but don’t touch,” I giggled.
Dad unbuttoned the dress and watched it fall to the floor. “Mmm, you look fabulous naked,” he moaned. I knew he was gagging to touch my arse.
I turned round to face him. With a full-frontal view of my breasts and shaven mound, I let him have a few moments to whet his appetite. I then got down on my knees and fumbled with his belt and zipper until I had his thick, erect cock in my hand.
Despite crossing so many lines, this was actually the first time I put my dads cock in my mouth. The first time he got to learn how much his daughter enjoyed giving head, and that I was pretty damn good at it.
“Mmm, you got some silky skills,” he groaned, as I sucked greedily on his cock.
With his fingers buried in my hair, his hands holding both sides of my head, my dad began to slowly pump his cock in and out of my mouth. His groans grew deeper and lustier. I knew he would cum soon.
“Get ready, Gloria! Mmm, yes! Get ready for my cum! I want you to swallow every drop!”
I cupped dads balls and massaged their fullness gently but firmly. I felt them tighten just like his hands holding my head. He then started shooting cum into my mouth, down the back of my throat. I swallowed my dads warm, salty cream until his balls were empty.
“That’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had, and you enjoyed swallowing. You used to hate doing that,” my dad winked as I got up and laid down on the bed. Clearly mum wasn’t a fan of swallowing cum when she was alive.
My dad removed his clothes and climbed on with me. Within seconds I was flat on my back, kneading my breasts and moaning because he had his tongue parting my slit, enjoying the taste of my pussy. Dad pushed his tongue deeper inside me and raised his arms up my body, taking over my breasts. I sighed in a happy state and let him do all the work. He groped my breasts and began to lick my clit while I moaned and pushed my pussy into his face. All I could think about was cumming. It felt so good.
Dad brought one hand back down and used his fingers to expose my clit. Still groping my breasts and squeezing my nipples with one hand, he went to town on my sensitive bud. He flicked it back and forth, making my clit all the more sensitive until my legs began shaking and my tummy muscles started contracting. I screamed out and grabbed clumps of my dads thick curly hair on his head. I heard him groan before he sucked on my clit with his mouth. My juices started flowing and I was on the receiving end of another amazing orgasm.
Leaving me gasping on the bed, my dad resurfaced from between my legs with a big grin on his face. He didn’t say anything. Dad slithered up my body and guided his thick cock straight into my soaking wet pussy. We groaned as one before kissing and making love.
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