My new life.
First let me say this is all fiction/fantasy. In no way does this actually take place. No person(s) were harmed, and no one was ****d, as said, all fiction.
My name is George, I am 32 years old, and am a widower. My wife of 7 years, was taken from me 1 year ago today, being March 10th. We met, and married in 6 months. I knew she had a daughter from a previous relationship, not marriage. Her high school sweat heart knocked her up in her senior year, and then split. I met her about 6 years later, we met at a mixer that a friend of mine dragged me to. As it turned out, her friend dragged her along too. We ended up being paired up for some of the games. We exchanged numbers at the end of the night. I truly never expected to hear from her again, but a week later, she called me. She invited me to dinner that Friday evening, and suggested I dress casual. We met at a pretty decent Italian place. She was dressed to impress it seemed to me, but, she said she had been running late at work, and didn't have time to change.
I told her she looked beautiful, and she blushed. We hit it off at dinner, and she invited me to have a night cap. I ended up spending the night, and it was the best sex that I have ever had. We ended up being exclusive for the rest of the time. 2 months after we met, I proposed to her, and she said yes, crying tears of joy as I slipped the 1 carat diamond on her finger. She blushed deep red, when the patrons of the same restaurant where we met, gave her a standing applause. her daughter Kelly was a joy, she was well behaved, and never caused any trouble for us. Our lives were happy, and full of love, and joy.
When I was promoted to a higher position, I told her she could stop working if she wanted to. She ended up quitting her job, and started to mentor younger girls. I was at work, when I received a call from the sheriffs department. They said she was hit by a dump truck that ran a red light. They said my wife was killed instantly, as the truck had hit the drivers side door. I must have blacked out, because the next face I saw bending over me, was my boss. He asked what happened. When I couldn't answer him, I just handed him the phone. He said hello, then his name, and why he was on the phone. Then his eyes got bigger, and he gasped. My secretary asked what was wrong. After my boss hung up the phone, turned, and told her what happened. She gasped, and then he told her to get my assistant to take over for me, and he was driving me home. He grabbed my coat, briefcase, my arm, and escorted me to his car. He said do not worry about your car, it will be dropped off later.
After he dropped me at my house, he said you are off for a week, and then on vacation for 3 weeks, no arguments.
I walked thru the door, and saw Kelly sitting on the couch, watching tv. She looked up at my face, saw what I looked like, and asked me daddy what's wrong. I dropped my briefcase, and started bawling my eyes out. She rushed to me, and asked me again. I told her as best as I could, and she screamed, and started bawling too. It seemed like it was just a moment later, and we were at the funeral. Then time seemed to slow down. I buried myself in my work, and devoted myself to Kelly, and my job. I turned down dates, both dinner, and others. For the next year I was a hermit. I still kept fit, but alone. As the year passed, Kelly had watched me, and saw how deep I was in the dumps.
One day Kelly came to me and said she needed to talk to me about something really serious. I said sure, and asked what was on her mind. She sat, then asked why I was killing myself. I stammered saying that I wasn't killing myself, I still ate, and worked out. She then said that I was killing my heart, and mom would not want that. I asked how she knew that. She told me that her mother had a long talk with her after catching her calling out a name as she was masturbating. My jaw must have been hanging to the floor at this time, as my eyes, I thought, were going to pop out of my head.
I asked what else her mother told her. She said that she also told her how to take care of me, both places she said. When I asked what she meant by both places, she smiled shyly, and said, in public, and at home. When I pressed farther, she said, being the housewife, in, and out of bed. I almost fainted in shock. I said that there was no way her mother said this. She said that she could prove it, without even moving. I said, ok, give it your best shot. She smiled, and said that my left ball is bigger than my right one. She then said, that the head of my cock was as big around as the rest of my cock. I was stunned, my wife had told her. As I sat there stunned, she went on. Then she said that I was a quick reload. That I could go all night, and I was very good at it, and oral as well.
I told her she was out of her mind, got up, and left the house. I don't remember how I got there, but the next thing I knew, I was dinking a beer. In front of me, were 3 beer bottle, and 4 empty shot glasses. I looked around, and saw thru the front windows, that it was still daylight. I looked around for a clock, and saw it was after 7. I asked how much do I owe, and then saw the bartender. It was my secretaries son. He said no charge. I heard. I got up, staggered to the door. I walked out, and hailed a cab that was slowly cruising by. After walking in the door at home, I smelled dinner cooking. As I shut the door, she stuck her head out of the kitchen, and said dinner was almost done, and to get cleaned up for dinner. She said my change of cloths were on the bed.
After getting cleaned up, I headed down the stairs to the smell of a delicious pot roast. I turned into the kitchen to see the table set with candles, and our best china. Kelly was sitting at one end of the table, the same spot that her mother used to sit. I told her the dinner smelled excellent, and she looked lovely. She shyly smiled, and said all for you daddy. After dinner, I went to my office for a little while, which turned into half the night. I finally staggered to bed a little after 1 in the morning. I had fallen asleep, and was having a real good dream of my wife, and she was slowly sucking on my hard cock. I then realized that it couldn't be my wife, because I just buried her. I flung the covers back, and there was my daughter sucking slowly, and lovingly. She looked up, and before I could say anything, she said that mom wasn't lying when she said you had a big cock.
Before I could say anything, she raised up. That's when I realized she was naked, and before I could do, or say anything, she placed her knees on either side of me, and put the head of my cock to her bald pussy. I just started to say stop, when she lowered herself, impaling about 4 inches into her, butting against her hymen. She leaned forward, and said, I give myself to you daddy, raises up, and then sits straight down on my cock, pushing it thru her virginity, and all the way into her womb. Her eyes popped open, and she screamed, and shuddered. I went to pull her off of me, but she grabbed my hands, and shook her head no. When she raised up slightly, I felt my cock head pull thru something. I then realized that I had actually been in her womb. When it pulled from her womb, her eyes popped open, got a glassy look, rolled into the back of her head as she screamed out in orgasm.
I just laid there watching as she orgasmed. It was a beautiful sight, even if it was my daughter. She then looked down at me, and said that she had made her mother a promise that she would take care of him for the rest of his life, and she felt this was also part of it. By this time, my resolve was gone, and I really didn't miss it. She moved into my room the next day saying it would be easier to take care of me, instead of sleeping in different rooms. It has been 10 years now, and we are still together. We moved to a different state, and told every one that she was my wife. We also now have 3 beautiful c***dren. 2 girls, and 1 boy. The girls look like their mother, and grandmother. my son looks like me.
My name is George, I am 32 years old, and am a widower. My wife of 7 years, was taken from me 1 year ago today, being March 10th. We met, and married in 6 months. I knew she had a daughter from a previous relationship, not marriage. Her high school sweat heart knocked her up in her senior year, and then split. I met her about 6 years later, we met at a mixer that a friend of mine dragged me to. As it turned out, her friend dragged her along too. We ended up being paired up for some of the games. We exchanged numbers at the end of the night. I truly never expected to hear from her again, but a week later, she called me. She invited me to dinner that Friday evening, and suggested I dress casual. We met at a pretty decent Italian place. She was dressed to impress it seemed to me, but, she said she had been running late at work, and didn't have time to change.
I told her she looked beautiful, and she blushed. We hit it off at dinner, and she invited me to have a night cap. I ended up spending the night, and it was the best sex that I have ever had. We ended up being exclusive for the rest of the time. 2 months after we met, I proposed to her, and she said yes, crying tears of joy as I slipped the 1 carat diamond on her finger. She blushed deep red, when the patrons of the same restaurant where we met, gave her a standing applause. her daughter Kelly was a joy, she was well behaved, and never caused any trouble for us. Our lives were happy, and full of love, and joy.
When I was promoted to a higher position, I told her she could stop working if she wanted to. She ended up quitting her job, and started to mentor younger girls. I was at work, when I received a call from the sheriffs department. They said she was hit by a dump truck that ran a red light. They said my wife was killed instantly, as the truck had hit the drivers side door. I must have blacked out, because the next face I saw bending over me, was my boss. He asked what happened. When I couldn't answer him, I just handed him the phone. He said hello, then his name, and why he was on the phone. Then his eyes got bigger, and he gasped. My secretary asked what was wrong. After my boss hung up the phone, turned, and told her what happened. She gasped, and then he told her to get my assistant to take over for me, and he was driving me home. He grabbed my coat, briefcase, my arm, and escorted me to his car. He said do not worry about your car, it will be dropped off later.
After he dropped me at my house, he said you are off for a week, and then on vacation for 3 weeks, no arguments.
I walked thru the door, and saw Kelly sitting on the couch, watching tv. She looked up at my face, saw what I looked like, and asked me daddy what's wrong. I dropped my briefcase, and started bawling my eyes out. She rushed to me, and asked me again. I told her as best as I could, and she screamed, and started bawling too. It seemed like it was just a moment later, and we were at the funeral. Then time seemed to slow down. I buried myself in my work, and devoted myself to Kelly, and my job. I turned down dates, both dinner, and others. For the next year I was a hermit. I still kept fit, but alone. As the year passed, Kelly had watched me, and saw how deep I was in the dumps.
One day Kelly came to me and said she needed to talk to me about something really serious. I said sure, and asked what was on her mind. She sat, then asked why I was killing myself. I stammered saying that I wasn't killing myself, I still ate, and worked out. She then said that I was killing my heart, and mom would not want that. I asked how she knew that. She told me that her mother had a long talk with her after catching her calling out a name as she was masturbating. My jaw must have been hanging to the floor at this time, as my eyes, I thought, were going to pop out of my head.
I asked what else her mother told her. She said that she also told her how to take care of me, both places she said. When I asked what she meant by both places, she smiled shyly, and said, in public, and at home. When I pressed farther, she said, being the housewife, in, and out of bed. I almost fainted in shock. I said that there was no way her mother said this. She said that she could prove it, without even moving. I said, ok, give it your best shot. She smiled, and said that my left ball is bigger than my right one. She then said, that the head of my cock was as big around as the rest of my cock. I was stunned, my wife had told her. As I sat there stunned, she went on. Then she said that I was a quick reload. That I could go all night, and I was very good at it, and oral as well.
I told her she was out of her mind, got up, and left the house. I don't remember how I got there, but the next thing I knew, I was dinking a beer. In front of me, were 3 beer bottle, and 4 empty shot glasses. I looked around, and saw thru the front windows, that it was still daylight. I looked around for a clock, and saw it was after 7. I asked how much do I owe, and then saw the bartender. It was my secretaries son. He said no charge. I heard. I got up, staggered to the door. I walked out, and hailed a cab that was slowly cruising by. After walking in the door at home, I smelled dinner cooking. As I shut the door, she stuck her head out of the kitchen, and said dinner was almost done, and to get cleaned up for dinner. She said my change of cloths were on the bed.
After getting cleaned up, I headed down the stairs to the smell of a delicious pot roast. I turned into the kitchen to see the table set with candles, and our best china. Kelly was sitting at one end of the table, the same spot that her mother used to sit. I told her the dinner smelled excellent, and she looked lovely. She shyly smiled, and said all for you daddy. After dinner, I went to my office for a little while, which turned into half the night. I finally staggered to bed a little after 1 in the morning. I had fallen asleep, and was having a real good dream of my wife, and she was slowly sucking on my hard cock. I then realized that it couldn't be my wife, because I just buried her. I flung the covers back, and there was my daughter sucking slowly, and lovingly. She looked up, and before I could say anything, she said that mom wasn't lying when she said you had a big cock.
Before I could say anything, she raised up. That's when I realized she was naked, and before I could do, or say anything, she placed her knees on either side of me, and put the head of my cock to her bald pussy. I just started to say stop, when she lowered herself, impaling about 4 inches into her, butting against her hymen. She leaned forward, and said, I give myself to you daddy, raises up, and then sits straight down on my cock, pushing it thru her virginity, and all the way into her womb. Her eyes popped open, and she screamed, and shuddered. I went to pull her off of me, but she grabbed my hands, and shook her head no. When she raised up slightly, I felt my cock head pull thru something. I then realized that I had actually been in her womb. When it pulled from her womb, her eyes popped open, got a glassy look, rolled into the back of her head as she screamed out in orgasm.
I just laid there watching as she orgasmed. It was a beautiful sight, even if it was my daughter. She then looked down at me, and said that she had made her mother a promise that she would take care of him for the rest of his life, and she felt this was also part of it. By this time, my resolve was gone, and I really didn't miss it. She moved into my room the next day saying it would be easier to take care of me, instead of sleeping in different rooms. It has been 10 years now, and we are still together. We moved to a different state, and told every one that she was my wife. We also now have 3 beautiful c***dren. 2 girls, and 1 boy. The girls look like their mother, and grandmother. my son looks like me.
6 years ago