It's been six months since my mom passed of a heart attack, and I was helping my dad go through her things. We emptied her dresser onto the bed so he could check everything with pockets because Mom had a habit of leaving money or jewelry in them.

I don't know why I bothered to fold them before putting them into trash bags, but I did. Maybe it was to distract myself from what we were actually doing. Dad kept telling me to take anything that I thought I'd wear, but I couldn't bring myself to take anything that would be a reminder that she was gone.

After we finished with the dresser, I suggested that we take a break and have some coffee before tackling the closet. While we waited for a fresh pot to brew, we talked about fond memories of Mom, and I shared some of the things that I would miss most.

Dad started to laugh as he told me about when she made egg salad sandwiches for dinner. "Egg salad always made her fart, you know," he chuckled. "Well, I had just put on my CPAP mask and laid my head down. Then your ma went to get her nightie from the closet and farted next to the machine. One of those silent but deadly sulfur-smelling motherfuckers that she used to crop dust people with. I just about died when it came through the mask. I couched so hard I almost choked to death."

We both started to laugh so hard that tears filled our eyes. He told a couple more stories about Mom that I'd never heard before.

"What about you? What do you miss?" I asked.

Dad got quiet as he stared blankly at the hallway that led to the bedroom. I could tell that he was thinking about something else to say. He opened his mouth a couple of times to speak, but his voice was stolen away. I asked him to please share what he was thinking.

"I um. I'm ah, um." He paused for a moment to compose himself. "It might be too personal, and maybe Mom wouldn't want me to share this."

"Come on, Dad. You can tell me anything."

"Well, I guess you're old enough to understand now that you're out on your own. Your Ma gave the best head," he chuckled again. "There, I said it. That's one of the things I am going to miss."

"Oh, God. Dad!" I stammered as I choked on my coffee.

"Your mom could suck a dick, let me tell you! She loved it so much that she'd wake me up sometimes just so that she could suck me off. Do you remember the time?"

"Yeah, I remember when Mom tried to explain it to me before my Junior Prom. She said she needed visuals and called you into the room so she could show me instead of trying to describe it. I was seventeen, and yours was the first cock that I ever sucked. I never even got to try it on Billy that night. He took one look at my titties and blew his wad all over my dress."

"Well, if memory serves me, you were pretty good at it. Even if your mother didn't let you finish me off, know that I was close before she pushed you away and stuffed it back into her mouth. I fucked your Mom three times that night as I thought about your mouth on my cock."

My parents led a rather Bohemian lifestyle back in the early sixties, when free love was rampant. They would brag about being nudists until I came along. That's when Dad and Mom got real jobs and moved to the suburbs to raise me. I would say that I had a somewhat normal upbringing, albeit rather lax when it came to propriety. Mom was a free spirit, very free with her body, and would walk around nude at times. Dad, on the other hand, was forced to at least wear boxers and a T-shirt whenever I was around. Even though my friends all thought we were odd, I wouldn't change a thing about my past.

Dad said we should get back at it if we were going to finish packing all of Mom's things. Mixed among the sweaters and dresses was some lingerie at the back of the closet that would make a porn star blush. Lacy camisoles, see-through bodysuits, and a leather bustier, complete with a whip. I thought it best to leave these til last as I pulled her other clothes off of the hangers. I thought Dad would be running out of steam by the time we finished with the clothes, but he told me to keep going.

"What are you going to do with these?" I said, holding up some lingerie.

"This one was your Ma's favorite nightie. Go ahead and try it on, and if you like it, take it," he said, pointing to their bathroom.

I got undressed to try on the purple silk babydoll nightie. It had sheer lacy cups that tickled my nipples and made them go erect as I slid into it. I stood and admired myself in the mirror before stepping out to ask Dad what her thought.

"Oh, God," he gasped as his eyes washed over my body. They stopped at my breasts and erect nipples. "You're beautiful. You look just like your mom. We used to fuck up a storm whenever she wore that one."

I saw how Dad looked at me as he sat on the edge of the bed. I sensed his yearning as he stared longingly at my breasts. I noticed a stirring in his boxers and watched his cock grow out of the opening to a full erection. Dad looked away in embarrassment, saying that she was sorry as he covered himself with one of the other nighties.

"Oh, don't be sorry, Daddy. It's going to be okay. I will take that as a compliment. Here, let me help," I said as I knelt at his feet.

Dad's mouth fell open as I took his manhood in my hand. "I remember you," I said as I took it into my mouth. Suddenly I was seventeen again and sucking his cock for the first time. All the dreams and fantasies of sucking my father's cock flooded my mind. I became instantly wet. The extreme arousal from sucking my dad's cock sent a gush through my vagina, soaking my crotch.

I slipped my fingers down the front of my panties and slipped them into my pussy as I sucked my daddy's dick. I slid my tongue up and down his vein as I sucked, just like my mom had told me to. I fingered my cunt in the same rhythm as I sucked Daddy's dick. I was so aroused that within minutes, I reached climax and drenched my hand with my cooze.

Only moments later, Dad grabbed my head and thrust his hips as he began to fill my mouth with his warm salty cum. He came in my mouth with such force that it splashed off my uvula and made me gag, thus sending jizz out of my nostrils. My mother wasn't here to stop us this time, and I would no longer be denied. I greedily gulped down his cum and savored every drop. I continued to suck and lick long after he finished squirting. To my dismay, he was still hard when I stood to let him up. I wiped his cum from my dripping nose and I looked down at his throbbing cock. "Been a while, huh, Dad?"

His eyes pleading with me. "Honey, could I, um," he asked.

I knew what he wanted before he could finish his sentence. I stepped out of my dripping undergarment and said, "Yes, Daddy," as I leaned over the edge of the bed.

I watched over my shoulder as Dad stood behind me with his dick in his hand. He slid his tip through my dripping pussy lips and slid it in. Oh, God. I thought to myself, this is really happening. I am letting my dad fuck me. It was one thing to fantasize about it in my late teens, but now he was shoving his cock inside of me, and now those fantasies were happening for real.

I felt his cock fill me as no man had ever before. With each stroke, he went deeper until he was up to his balls. Dad grabbed my hips and thrust started to fuck me with long steady thrusts that bottomed out against my cervix each time. I gushed again as I came, and I know he felt it, too.

"That's it, honey," he whimpered. "Cum for me, baby."

I realized that he was whispering Mom's name as he fucked me. I was proud to be a stand-in for my mother at this moment, and it aroused me even more. I reached down and pinched one of my nipples as he thrust into me harder, telling me to cum for him. "I am. I am cumming. I'm cumming, Daddy. Oh, God. I'm cumming" I cried out, stunning him back to reality. Dad pulled his cock out and stepped back in shock at what he'd done. "Don't stop, Dad. Get up on the bed," I said as I pushed bags of clothes onto the floor.

I slipped Mom's nightie over my head and climbed over him. I propped myself up on one knee as I guided his cock back into me as I slid his cock into my vagina. "You can say her name if you want to, Daddy," I said as I hung my breasts in his face. "Or you can say mine."

"Oh, God, Kimmy. You're so beautiful, he said as he called my name.

Dad grabbed my breasts and sucked from nipple to nipple as I rode his cock. He then held my nipples together and sucked them both into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around them, sending me back into the throws of ecstasy. "Ahhh, I'm cumming again, Daddy. Oh, my ffffucking gaawd. I'm cumming!"

"Good baby. Cum on Daddy's cock. Cum for me, baby," he cooed as he thrust his cock into me.

My body shook violently, and I bucked my hips as I impaled myself on my father's cock. A cascade of climaxes crashed through me, causing my entire being to clench. It felt as though I gripped my dad's cock so hard with my cunt that I could feel his heartbeat. I collapsed on his chest, and the pulsing grip of my vagina sent shudders of pleasure through every fiber of my being as I lay atop my father, spent.

Dad kept his cock buried deep inside of me as he rolled us over. He straddled my waist as he leaned down to kiss me. His tongue entered my mouth and kissed me as I had watched him do to my mother many times. There was passion behind it and a fire in his eyes—a fulfilled hidden desire of lust for his daughter.

He started to thrust his cock into me again, telling me to clench my legs together. I could feel the power of his cock as he thrust into my clenched pussy. In doing so, it forced his cock to rub against my G-spot.

"Daddy is going to make you come again really hard."

He lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked it as he took long strokes into my pussy. My head spun, and I got dizzy as the blood surged back into my cunt.

"Ah, ffffucck. Ahhh, gaaaaah," I gasped as my twat muscles spasmed on his dick. "I'm cumming, Daddy. I'm cumming again! Fuck Yeah! I'm cumming. He again held my nipples together, sucking them hard while he thrust his cock into me.

As my body trembled beneath him, he thrust deep inside of me, and he tensed as he unloaded a torrent of cum that filled me to overflowing. I could feel the forceful streams of cum as they flooded my cunt hole. Dad lay on me, kissing me full-mouthed until he stopped cumming. "Thank you for that, baby. I didn't know how much I was missing your mom. Please take all of the lingerie; maybe you can make some memories of your own."

"I think I'll leave them here for the next time I come to visit so we can make memories of our own."