“You know, Dad, one of the things I miss most about Mom is being able to go to her for advice…”
Her father jerked his head up, “Sweety, you can always come to me. I know that I’m not as knowledgeable in some girl-related stuff as your mom was, but I promise that I will always listen and do my best.”
Trish took a few more sips from her coffee as she considered her father’s words and how to use them to her advantage. To their advantage. After all, her idea was to ease his grief while at the same time allowing her to gain the knowledge her mother’s journal held the promise of providing her.
She finally asked, “Dad, you and Mom had a pretty good sex life, didn’t you?”
If he was surprised by the question, her father didn’t show it. “I thought so. Why?”
“If I was to ask you a question as a girl, do you think that you could answer it as Mom would have?”
“I suppose that it would depend upon the question,” her father admitted.
Trish covered her eyes with her hands, feinting embarrassment. She kept them covered as she said, “Questions about sex.”
Her father chuckled as he moved up on his daughter’s bed to lean against the headboard next to her.
“That’s a pretty broad subject,” he told her as he settled. Is there something in particular that is bothering you? Your mother told me that you haven’t been a virgin since the summer after you graduated from high school.”
Lowering her hands, Trish said, “Oh, God. Don’t remind me of that experience. It was awful.”
Her father placed his arm around Trish’s shoulder and pulled her against him. “What questions do you have?”
Welcoming both the feel of her father’s support and the improved mood that this discussion seemed to be instilling in him, Trish hesitated only a few seconds before continuing.
“It probably isn’t much different than when you were my age, but guys all seem to have expectations that I’m not usually able to meet.”
“Let me guess,” her father said. “If they spend any money on you at all, they expect to get ‘lucky’? Am I close?”
“Bullseye!” Trish exclaimed. “But it goes further than that. Some guys are patient for a few dates, but after that, if a girl doesn’t meet their expectations, they lose interest entirely. What if a girl just isn’t ready as quickly as the guy is?”
Her father squeezed Trish’s shoulder and said, “Any guy not willing to wait for you to be ready isn’t worth your time.”
“But Dad, if I like a guy and want to keep him interested until I am ready, what do I do? I mean, I have heard other girls talk about ways to give a guy some relief without going all the way by using their hands on him, but I don’t know if I could do that. I have never even actually touched a guy’s penis. Did Mom ever do that for you?”
“I, uh…” her father stammered.
“Dad, please. Try to tell me what Mom would tell me. You are mother and father to me now, so try to switch hats for a few minutes.”
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, her father finally relented, “She would probably tell you to give the guy a hand job to keep him satisfied until you were ready to go further with him.”
Trish turned to face him, placing a hand onto her father’s thigh, just below the hem of his boxer briefs.
“Mom would do more than that, wouldn’t she, Dad?”
There was an audible hitch in her father’s voice as he replied, “Yes. Your mother would explain to you how to do it.”
As her hand slid up and under the leg of her father’s boxer briefs, Trish commanded, “Then that’s what I expect you to do. Explain to me how to give a guy the type of hand job that Mom gave to you.”
Part Two
“You still like stretching me out, don’t you?”
Steve Hatcher lifted his daughter’s chin off of his still heaving chest and looked into her eyes, “Of course I do. Your pussy is just as tight as your mother’s ever was. Why are you asking?”
Patricia Hatcher-Wells wanted to choose her words carefully. She knew that the death of her mother was still a very emotionally sensitive subject for her father, but she needed to discuss with him some needed changes to their relationship that couldn’t be broached without certain topics being included.
With the aid of the journal, Trish had followed closely her mother’s guidance of her father through a second sexual awakening, or a reawakening as it were. She also discovered that she apparently shared the same joy of documenting the activities that she shared with her father, just as her mother had done for all those years. God, how re-reading her descriptions turned Trish on, sometimes more than having lived them. She wondered if her mother had felt the same way..
Over the past three years, Trish had continued to spend at least one weekend a month with her father. During these “therapeutic” visits as Trish viewed them, she would coax him into showing her how her mother had pleased him during their courtship and subsequent marriage..
From that first hand job, to his initially tentative fingering of her pussy, her “education” had slowly drawn her father out of his grief to the point where he had become almost human again within months. After almost a year, it was relatively easy for Trish to convince her father that they should have actual intercourse when her relationship with her boyfriend, Eric Wells, had progressed to the point of his proposing to her..
How else could she obtain her mother’s advice on pleasing her future husband if her father didn’t share with her what they had done together?.
“Daddy, show me how you and Mom used to do 69 with each other.”.
“Daddy, show me how Mom took you from behind.”.
“Daddy, show me how Mom rode on top of you.”.
Of course, Trish had discovered early in this redefined relationship with her father that calling him “Daddy” while they were engaged in whatever sexual activity at the time, would usually result in him immediately shutting down. As long as he could assuage any guilt that he felt about what father and daughter were doing together by imagining that it was his wife instead of Trish, the happier he was..
Trish didn’t require the sexual education as much as she felt that her father’s emotional state benefited from the intimate therapy that their sexual trysts provided for him. She would spend the hours driving to her father’s house considering which new or repeat experience she had read about in the journal that she could talk her father into showing her during their weekend time together..
She and Eric had now been married for almost two years, and he encouraged and supported Trish’s weekend visits with her father, though he knew nothing of their carnal activities during these visits. He saw them as an opportunity for him to play golf all weekend or simply hang with other guys watching sports..
While Trish had no intention of stopping the visits with her father permanently, things between them needed to change for a while. Explaining this to her father meant that she would have to raise a couple of subjects with him today. The size of his cock being one of the topics.
“I was wondering if you would like stretching my butt out as much as you do my pussy.”
There, she had said it. Could she convince her father to do the one thing that her mother never could?
The last several pages in the journal before her death had described for Trish her mother’s desire to give her final virginal orifice to the man that she had loved and shared her life with. As her health declined, so did her ability to overcome his concern over possibly hurting her. Trish would not be as easily dissuaded. Although her ass was far from being a virgin orifice like her mother’s had been, her father didn’t need to know that..
Separating his body from Trish, he propped his back against the headboard of his king-sized bed. He stared down at her laying on her stomach, head bent back as she looked at him with concern in her eyes. His own eyes journeyed down her wondrously naked body to gaze at her ass.
Trish had taken after her mother in so many ways, but none more so than with her beauty and physical endowments. Silver-blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, angelic pixielike facial features, and a physique reminiscent of the character, Tinker Bell from the Disney cartoons that her mother had tattooed on her right hip. Trish had followed her mother’s example and had the same tattoo placed identically on her body for her father to plainly see whenever they were naked together.
Though she would always look young for her age, just as her mother had, Trish had developed into a full-grown, if demure, woman. Standing just under five feet tall and weighing less than one hundred pounds, her body was perfectly proportioned, with 32B breasts, a 24-inch waist, and 35-inch hips.
“Your mother and I never had anal sex,” her father stated flatly. “There’s nothing that I could show you in that regard.”
Trish considered her father’s words. She had never shared with him the fact that she had the journal that her mother had kept secret from her husband. So, Trish couldn’t tell him that her interest was partly due to an obligation that she felt to fulfill her mother’s wish to give her husband the experience of anal sex. Instead, Trish focused on the primary reason for suggesting the idea to her father.
“Was it because you thought that you would hurt her?” Trish asked as she reached up and wrapped her hand around his softening erection.
Her father’s eyes shifted to Trish’s hand on his cock. He didn’t speak for several seconds as he felt her fingers gently working their magic on his semi-erect shaft. His wife used to have the same touch, and always achieved the same response from her actions as his daughter was now striving for.
“Causing discomfort for your mother was always a concern for me,” he finally said. “I feel the same way about you.”
She couldn’t argue that point. Trish had known from the journal entries that her mother had struggled through their entire marriage trying to convince her husband that she wasn’t a fragile China doll that he had to be concerned about breaking. No matter how she tried to explain her body’s ability to adapt to his cock, he continued to treat his wife gently and with excruciating tenderness even when she had begged him to do otherwise..
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