In a previous story, I wrote, 'Taking Stepdaughter's Virginity', I shared some details of how my late wife's college-age daughter became my lover. Throughout junior high and high school, her daughter Emily had grown into an honor roll, multi-sport student athlete that received numerous scholarship offers to D1 colleges.
She accepted a scholarship to play at Texas A&M. That is where I first met her mom, Heather. It was a chance appointment with fate that we met. My kids are all older than hers, so truthfully, the chance that our paths would have crossed at a sporting event, were slim. I was in College Station for a meeting and after wrapping early, randomly decided to attend the only sporting event scheduled on campus that day.
I was standing behind Heather in the concession line, listening to her rattle off a long order of items, including foot-long hot dogs. The guy behind the counter looked at her with half glazed eyes as his head nodded robotically that he understood her order.
"Please hurry, Sir! My daughter is playing and I don't want to miss it."
The concessionaire smiled at her impatience and squirted the last long thick lines of mustard and ketchup from tip to tip atop the pickles, onions and sauerkraut, glueing all the condiments together.
She returned a sarcastic smile as she hurriedly paid, grabbed the tray full of food and spun to walk off.
Problem is, I was standing in her path of flight. She caught me out of the corner of her eye just as the tray made contact with my chest. The entire contents of the tray moved in slow motion as they went airborne, pasting themselves against my shirt. The mustard dogs stuck to my shirt briefly before starting the slow descent down my shirt.
People around us gasped out loud at the sight of me being baptised with soft drinks and snack foods alike. Cold liquids poured down my tucked in shirt, matting my shirt to my skin.
Heather's shrieked and her open hands shook 'NO' at the same time the tray banged to the ground, bouncing several times before landing atop my shoes.
Tears immediately welled up in her eyes and she tried feverishly to wipe off the mucky mess with her fingers. One by one, she fumbled to pick the few stray onions and pickles that still clung to my shirt and shorts like stranded climbers.
"Oh no! Oh no! Oh noooooo! Mister, I am so sorry," she cried as her mustard covered fingers then pressed against her face in horror.
We stood looking at each, blinking. Everyone around us stood silent, waiting to see the drama unfold.
"At least I'm not the only one dressed like this," I said with a smile as I pointed to splatters of red and yellow that dotted the front of her clothes. She looked down and surveyed her own messy shirt.
"Mister, I am so sorry," she whimpered.
I assured her I had had much worse on my clothes than food, and some of that had been dispatched on purpose.
She sucked in a heavy sigh and offered to pay for cleaning and whatever food I was going to buy.
We both headed for restrooms to try and clean up as best as possible. Coincidently, we emerged from the restrooms at the same time. We shared a laugh, then introduced ourselves to each other. She handed me her business card and insisted she pay to have my clothes cleaned.
From that chance meeting, Heather and I discovered we were both looking for something more in life than what we presently had. We dated for a brief period of time, then married. Almost one year to the day later, she died in an accident while returning from watching Emily play in a home game.
Emily and I had only been around each other six, maybe eight times during that year. Mostly, it was when we attended one of her games, or when she would appear out of nowhere to spend a weekend with us.
Heather and Emily were near identical in build and size. They could have, and often did, pass themselves off as sisters. With them only being sixteen years apart in age, it was fairly easy to do.
On the eve of the first anniversary of her mom's death, Emily showed up at my doorstep unannounced. It was a pleasant surprise. We collapsed into each other's arms, crying over our shared loss.
We spent the whole weekend together, getting to know each other better, discovering things we had in common but never knew about each other. That was the same weekend Emily informed me she had dropped out of school and planned to move home if I approved.
As news of her plans sank in, I couldn't help but reminisce about the times she had visited us. She was a free spirit, just like her mom, running the house in just undies or less, or using a forearm to cover bare breasts as she made mad dashes from the pool to her room.
Several times I had come home and unexpectedly found Emily's car in the drive. I learned to come through the door quietly, hoping to find her, or her and her mom sunning nude by the pool.
My mind replayed those images time and again as I listened to Emily ramble on about moving in with me. Caught up in the whirlwind of emotions, I felt blood engorging my cock.
The night Emily told me she was moving home, she slipped into my bed during the wee hours of the morning. What started as an effort to comfort one another, turned into a night of unbridled passion. I took her virginity that night. Without question, it was one of the best nights of my life.
After several months of us acting as a couple, Emily told me she going to take a trip to school, to see some of her old teammates. I told her that was a great idea.
I walked her to the car. Taking her by the upper arm, I spun her to face me. She looked up as I pinned her to the car, pressing my erection into her belly. She sighed deeply as her mouth opened to accept my probing tongue.
She grabbed my front pockets, pulling them hard as she ground against me.
I ended our kiss with a peck to her forehead, just like I did to her mom the day she made her last trip to see Emily.
"I'll be careful, Daddy! I promise," she offered.
"I know you will."
I blew her a kiss as she waved goodbye. As I leaned against the front door, closing it with my weight, the overpowering feeling of emptiness slammed me hard. Too much to think about. Too much pain to relive. Emily had replaced my pain with happiness, my empty bed with her love, and my once hollow life with her presence. Now, I was left to deal with her being gone too.
I decided it was time for me to take a few days off from work and head for the Hill Country for some much needed R&R. I'm not much of a wine drinker, but the countryside is spectacular and wine drinkers make great networkers and friends.
Four days later, refreshed, I headed home. I hadn't heard a peep from Emily, so I wasn't sure how, or what she was doing. My heart leaped for joy when I spotted her car as I turned into the driveway.
As I had done many times, I decided to quietly make my entrance. I came through the mudroom entrance, completely disrobed, and tiptoed into the kitchen area. I carefully peeked around the kitchen corner.
Bent over the slide out freezer drawer, was the beautiful naked backside looking more inviting than ever before. Her legs were shoulder wide and those hairy lips looked ready for a good fucking. My cock hardened immediately. I was ready to fuck that sweet pussy like never before.
I snuck up to within reach, then in one swift motion, grabbed both hips and shoved my hard cock between her legs as I shouted, "Welcome home!".
Imagine my horror when the object of my affection let out a blood curdling scream and spun to face me. A hard slap to my face temporarily stunned me.
"Who the fuck are you?" I stammered as I rubbed my face.
This naked goddess stood horrified at her swift reaction. Her hands instinctively covered her mouth when she realized she had just slapped the shit out of Emily's Daddy. My cock wilted to half mast.