All through high school, I played guitar and sang in bands, certain I’d end up being a rock star some day. I was talented enough to work full time (5 nights a week 50 weeks a year) in club bands and worked my way through college doing that while pursuing fame, but rejection letter after rejection letter from record companies led me to the realization that I just wasn’t quite talented enough to make it big on stage. I did have a good ear though and since I couldn’t play and sing my way to success, I decided to pursue another facet of the music industry I could make good money doing.
I decided my path would be in the production end of things. I took the generous inheritance I received from my grandparents, my music experience and college degree and started a production services business. I was quite successful and quickly grew from transporting a rental truck full of sound and lighting equipment from venue to venue, doing sound and lights for regional, up-and-coming acts to having a couple warehouses full of staging, sound and lighting gear, a fleet of semis for the gear and busses to transport all my technical personnel between venues for nationally and internationally known headline acts.
As my success grew, I started getting buy-out and merge offers from competitors and eventually sold the business, vehicles and equipment for a small fortune, split between cash and stock in the resulting business. I found myself ‘retired’ at the ripe old age of 38. I had enough money to live out my life comfortably or perhaps start another business if I discovered something I was passionate about.
Life (mostly the ‘road’ demands of my business) prevented me from ever finding my Miss Right, consequently, I never married or had children (or so I thought) and lived a pretty solitary life, immersed in activities, but lacking in romance and someone to grow old with. Sure, I had a couple ‘fuck-buddies’ I could count on for purely recreational, no-strings-attached sex and my share of one night stands but I longed to find my soul mate, my happily ever after romance. There were a few girls I felt might be ‘the one’ and now, I regretted not making the effort when I had the chance with them, but I made my own bed, I guess I have to lay in it. “Someday,” I thought, “someday I’ll find the girl I’m looking for.”
I bought a big, beautiful home on a river with Gulf Access in southwest Florida and enjoyed my various hobbies - music (for my own enjoyment), restoring classic sports and ‘muscle’ cars and scuba diving. It seemed no matter how many ‘toys’ I bought, my business returns and financial savvy made my fortune grow faster than I spent and I was able to live off the dividends and interest from my investments, rarely dipping into the principal, if at all.
I was enjoying my pool one afternoon when someone rang the buzzer at my gated driveway. I climbed out of the pool and pressed the intercom button saying, “Can I help you?”
The female voice came back, “Is this Dave? Dave Erickson?”
I said, “Yes, who is this?”
She said, “Do you remember a girl named Nichole Westin? I’m her daughter, Kaley.”
I replayed the name over and over in my head – Nichole, Nichole – wait, Nikki? I said, “Did she go by Nikki and have long, beautiful copper colored hair?”
She said, “Yep, that was my Mom.”
I pushed the button on the intercom panel to open the heavy wrought iron gate and said, “I haven’t heard that name in ages, I remember Nikki fondly. C’mon up to the house.”
I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked toward the front door. A slightly faded Mustang convertible pulled up and my heart stopped when I saw the girl step out of the driver’s door. “My God” I thought, “She looks exactly like Nikki!”
The memories of the times Nikki and I spent together the first couple years following college flooded my mind. I always believed she was one I let get away. Besides an incredible sex life, she was one of the girlfriends I had that shared many common interests with me and I deeply regretted that I had to be on the road so often, making a long-lasting relationship impossible to get off the ground.
I invited Kaley inside and offered her a drink so we could sit and talk. I filled two tall, ice-filled glasses with lemonade and we walked out to my pool cage to sit on lanai futon.
I said, “I can’t get over how much you look like your Mom. It’s like I stepped back in time 20 years. You’re so beautiful, just like her. How is your Mom?”
A sad look washed over her face and she said, “My Mom passed away about a month ago in a terrible car accident.”
I could see the tears coming and I offered her a compassionate hug, telling her how sorry I was, that her Mom was taken from the world way too early in life, and that I had always hoped, somehow, that we might reconnect some day.
She said, “Mom always told me the same thing.” She reached in her purse and pulled out an envelope containing an worn, often read, hand-written letter. “I found this in Mom’s safety deposit box and decided that I had to try to find you.”
She handed me the envelope and asked me to read it for myself. The only thing written on the envelope was ‘Kaley’ in Nikki’s still familiar handwriting. I pulled the single sheet of stationary out, unfolded it and a photo of Nikki and Me from when we were dating dropped into my lap. I picked the photo up and looked at it longingly then smiled and said, “God, I loved that girl.” My own tears started welling up as I read the short note included with the photo. Nikki had written, ‘Kaley, Darling. We never know the hand life will deal us. You’ve never really asked me much about your Father, content I think that you and I led a good, full life without him in our lives, believing that perhaps I wasn’t sure who he was. As it happens, there is zero doubt who your father is and the love I felt for your him was, and remains, the strongest of my life. I believe we were soul mates. You and I have talked about him many times without me ever identifying him as your father. If you’re reading this, I guess there is no one else who can ever tell you the truth, so here goes. Dave Erickson is your father. He was never aware he got me pregnant and he was so focused on getting his business off the ground, I didn’t want to interrupt a promising career, figuring we somehow would get together later when things weren’t so chaotic. We just simply lost track of each other and I guess I hoped he would find us someday. Don’t blame him for not being in your life, he was a great guy who I’m sure would have been, had he only known. He just never knew you existed. Apparently, I’m out of your life now as well, I hope you can find him. I’m sure he’d be very happy to meet you and accept you into his life. Tell him I loved him more than I’ve ever loved any other man.’ The note was signed, ‘I love you, Kaley. Mom’
With tears streaming down my cheeks, I said, “How can you ever forgive me? I had absolutely no idea I fathered a baby with your Mom. If I had, you would have had me in your life since day one – since before day one, even. I’ve typed her name into Facebook and Googled her name countless times and never found a hint of her existence. I assumed she married and changed her name. I don’t want to take a chance on not having you in my life from now on. Do you still live in Port Clinton?”
She said, “Mom was kind of a Luddite (Don’t feel bad, I ended up having to look it up, too) and for the most part rejected modern technology. There wasn’t enough insurance money for me to keep the house she had just purchased, so I decided to try to find you and planned on moving nearby so we can get to know each other… if you even want me in your life.”
I said, “I’ve got lots of spare room – there’s even a small ‘mother-in-laws’ apartment over the garage. Would you like to live here? I’m anxious to get to know you as well. I’ve never married and believe you’re my only child.”
She threw her arms around my neck and said, “I’d love to be this close to my Dad, are you sure? Do you have any girlfriends or a landlord you should talk to first before making that offer?”
I said, “No, I own the home and I don’t have any girlfriends at the moment. Try it for a while, if you want to move in here, it won’t cost you a penny and I’ll give you a fabulous life. I’ve got a lot of making up to do.”
She said, “OK, I’ll try it for a while.”
We hugged for an extended time and it felt so much like I was with her Mom, I started having inappropriate thoughts. Kaley’s long, copper-blonde hair fell to the middle of her back like Nikki’s, she had the same face, the same bright green eyes and brilliant smile. Long slim legs rose from her petit feet up to her perfect little apple-shaped ass, topped by a slim waist, a flat belly and high-riding boobs that would have been too large if they were any bigger. Overall, she was perfect, just like Nikki.
We held hands while I gave Kaley the tour of the house and told her she could have any room she wanted. When she had checked all the first floor guest rooms out, I asked if she wanted to see the upstairs or the apartment next. We were standing next to the stairs, so she said it was the logical choice for the next stop on the tour. We walked upstairs where I showed her the master bedroom then down the hall to the other bedroom. We headed out to the lanai next so I could lead her out to the steps leading up to the private entrance of the apartment over the garage. She checked out the bedroom, kitchen and living room then said, “Do you think we’ll be sharing meals while I’m staying here?”
I said, “I sure hope so. We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”
She said, “I think I’d just as soon stay in the house then, besides, we’ll see a lot more of each other if I’m in there instead of out here.”
I said, “That would be great. I think I’d like that better, too.”
On the way back inside, she said, “I don’t suppose you’d let me have the second bedroom upstairs, would you?”
I gave her a little hug and said, “You can have anything you want, Kaley.”
We went outside, retrieved the luggage from her car, and carried everything up the wide staircase to the landing then down the hall to the second largest bedroom in the big house. We laid the luggage on the bed and she opened it to begin unpacking while I went after the last two bags. When I brought them into her room she was carefully folding her bras and panties to put in the top drawer of her dresser.
I said, “I’ll let you have your privacy while you unpack. I’ll see you a little later.”
She looked at me with sad eyes and said, “Don’t go, please?”
I said, “OK. Is there anything I can help you with?”
She said, “Well, the garment bag and the big black bag over there contain everything that needs to be hung in a closet.”
I said, “I’ll take care of that for you, then.”
We made small talk as I unzipped the garment bag first and started hanging the dresses I found in the big walk-in closet. I found myself thinking how good she must look in them, most were dresses that I felt would be somewhat revealing and quite sexy. I went back after the things in the second bag that contained tops, jeans and slacks. I noticed many of the jeans were the kind young girls liked to wear with 'strategically placed' rips or tears in the fabric. Many of the others appeared to be the low-riding, ‘hip-hugger’ style I so enjoyed seeing girls in. When I finished I noticed Kaley putting folded tops into the drawers and asked if she brought any swimwear with her, saying that I hoped she enjoyed having a pool and hot tub at her disposal.
She reached into the drawer, pulled out a handful of fabric and said, “I’ve got this one and a couple from last year, I guess I may need more. The ones from last year don’t fit so well this year, I have trouble keeping my boobs under control in them.”
I said, “Well, I’ll take you on a couple shopping sprees and make sure you’ve got all the clothes you need, I imagine you’ll need a lot of ‘ Florida clothes’ to wear now that you live down here. Our climate requires an entirely different ‘weight’ of clothing to remain comfortable.”
She continued putting clothes in the dresser and was now putting her socks and what appeared to be pajamas and lingerie into the drawers. I carried her empty bags into the closet for storage. When I came out, I closed the door and she said, “I’m done. How would you like to continue our conversation down by the pool? It looks so inviting, I’d really like to check it out.”
I said, “Sure, Kaley.”
She said, “Wait for me, I’ll only be a minute.”
She grabbed the swimsuit she showed me earlier and ran into the bathroom, only partially closing the door while we continued to talk. I caught fleeting glimpses of her as she undressed and put on the skimpy bikini. As inappropriate as it felt, my lust for her was growing.
She said, “So how is the job market down here?”
I said, “Kaley, as long as you want to live under my roof, you won’t need a job and I’ll discourage you from taking one. I’ll cover all your expenses and make sure you have plenty of spending money.”
She said, “How will I occupy my time? What if I want to buy things for myself beyond what you’re offering?”
I said, “Trust me, I’ll make sure you always have more than enough spending money. You can pursue hobbies, work on your tan, go shopping, meet new friends – whatever you like. If there are things you want that aren’t in your budget, just ask. I’ve run out of things to buy for myself and have more than enough money to provide you with the incredible lifestyle you missed out on all these years. I really miss your Mom, I wish I could have offered all this to her.”
She came out of the bathroom wearing the skimpiest bikini I could image and looked so much the way I remembered her Mom, I couldn’t stop staring at her. Kaley came up to me and said, “Does me dressing like this bother you?”
I said, “You just look so much like your Mom.”
We walked down the stairs and out to the pool cage. I showed her the storage room with pool toys, and the changing room with the stacks of clean, fresh towels. She grabbed one then went over to the pool and stuck her toes in the warm, clear water. She said, “Mmm, warm.”
She got up on the diving board and did the stereotypical ‘swan dive’ entering the water, hardly disturbing any of the surface other than the actual point of entry. She swam to the far end of the pool, climbed up the steps and walked in my direction. She said, “Are you gonna join me?”
I said, “Sure, it’s just that these images of your Mom keep flashing in my mind and I’m having a little trouble keeping them separated from the vision of you.”
She said, “Come wade in the shallow end with me for a while so we can talk. I’m sure it will help.”
I said OK and dove into the pool from the edge. Kaley followed and we stood talking in water about 4 feet deep. She put her arm on my shoulder and said, “I’m sure everything will work out. Missing Mom is a strong connection we share. We’ll have to help each other get over the grief.”
The arm on my shoulder turned into a hug and I’m sure she was as aware of my becoming aroused as I was of her hardened nipples during the extended embrace. She gave me a tiny kiss right on the lips, broke away and said, “I’ll race you to the other end.”
We swam as quickly as we could, and her more ‘aerodynamic’ body shape allowed her to win by a great margin. We frolicked as we treaded the much deeper water, splashing each other, just generally playing with each other. The entire time, both of our moods were improving dramatically.
She said, “See, you already feel better, don’t you? I know I do. I wish I could have grown up with you in my life. I bet you would have been a great Dad.”
I said, “I hope I can be one from this day forward.”
She said, “I don’t really need a Daddy anymore, but I am anxious to have a Father figure in my life and I’m sure we’ll end up loving each other very much. I really like you already and I can’t believe how comfortable I feel around you.”
It started getting late and I asked Kaley if she would like to make something for dinner at home or if she would allow me to take her out for dinner. She told me she’d just as soon stay in and fend for ourselves, saving dinner out for a special occasion. I reminded her that meeting my daughter for the first time was a very special occasion, but I would agree to do whatever she liked. We made our way upstairs and changed out of our wet swimwear and into casual clothes. I walked out my door just as Kaley came out of her room wearing a pair of shorts and a midriff baring top.
We walked downstairs and put our dinner together and enjoyed a leisurely meal out on the lanai in the cool evening breeze that replaced the heat and humidity of the late afternoon. When finished with dinner and cleaning up, Kaley asked if I would be enjoying the pool again. I told her she was welcome to but I preferred to relax in the hot tub with a drink following dinner. She said, “Maybe I’ll join you there instead.”
We wandered up stairs to put on our swimwear and I made my way down to the hot tub first. I removed the cover, turned on the jets and heater then went after my drink. I was in the kitchen getting a bottle of Jack Daniels out of the cupboard when Kaley came downstairs, barely contained in a different, very skimpy bikini. I suddenly realized what she meant about not being able to control her boobs in last years swimwear.
She said, “Ooh, a JD man. Any chance you’ll let me share a bit of that with you?”
I jokingly said, “I’ll need to see some ID.”
She said, “You know I’m only 18 but I don’t plan on leaving the house anymore tonight, I just thought…”
I said, “What will it be then? A Jack and Coke?”
She said, “Actually, I’d rather just take an occasional hit off the bottle and have a Coke for a chaser.”
I experienced another flashback that really took me by surprise. During the time I was with Nikki, one of our favorite activities was to pass a bottle of Jack back and forth then spend all night having drunken, sloppy sex.
I said, “Your Mom enjoyed sipping Jack out of the bottle with a Coke chaser too. We sure had good times back then. Kaley, I’m so happy you decided to find me.”
She gave me a nice hug and kiss on the cheek then said, “I’m glad I found you, too.”
I got out 2 cans of Coke and we carried everything out to the hot tub. I put the bottle of Jack and cans of soda in the drink holders along the rim of the tub then offered Kaley a hand getting into the tub. She took my hand with her delicate fingers then climbed up and into the tub. When she settled into her seat, I joined her. We sat close together and I let Kaley take the first hit off the bottle. The little whistling noise she made following the first taste was exactly the same noise her Mom used to make.
I said, “If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn it was your Mom taking that drink, she used to make the same noise after her first hit from the bottle, too.”
She said, “Really? That’s weird.”
I said, “And somehow comforting. It’s like she’s here with me now.”
She said, “Well even though she can’t be, you know I will be here as long as you like.”
We kept talking and drinking and before long, our inhibitions were quickly evaporating. Through a slightly inebriated stupor I said, “Kaley you are so beautiful, so sexy – you make me miss your Mom so much, I can’t believe how much you remind me of her.” I touched her features as I spoke of them and said, “The same gorgeous face with its flawless complexion, the beautiful hair, those incredible eyes and brilliant smile. You’ve even got the same boobs, ass and those legs – those legs, I used to love the way she wrapped her legs around my head when I was eating her and the way she used them around my waist during sex.”
Kaley had been holding the bottle looking into my eyes as I spoke and when I finished that last alcohol induced statement, she put the bottle back in the holder, swung her far leg over my lap, put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. We were still kissing when she removed her bikini top and started reaching down between our legs to grope me. She said, “Will you make love with me? I know legally it would be considered incest, but I can’t help but believe that if we met under other circumstances neither of us would have a single doubt about how much we want each other. Make love to me. Make love to me the way you used to make love to my Mom.”
I was incredibly horny and just drunk enough to make me unconcerned about the step she suggested. I got out of the tub then helped her out. We wrapped towels around ourselves and walked hand in hand up the stairs and into my bedroom. Standing next to the bed, I embraced her tightly, kissed her passionately then picked her up and gently set her on the bed. With a finger, I traced a line from her neck down toward her bikini bottom, leaving a trail of Goosebumps, pausing only momentarily to circle each of her nipples before hooking my fingers on her bottom and pulling the damp fabric down and off her legs. She reached over and attempted to push my trunks down in vain. I pointed out the drawstring which had been cinched to help keep them were they belonged. She now reached under the waistband, found the loose end of the string and pulled. When the knot released, she managed to shove them nearly to my knees. I planned to step out of them, but she got me a little off balance before I had the chance by sucking my cock into her mouth. I struggled a bit but managed to get them off and climb on to the bed without her mouth ever losing grip of my manhood.
We held each other and kissed passionately for a very long time, eventually I rotated so we were on our sides with our faces in each other’s genitalia. I began licking her pussy, nibbling and sucking on her clit while she did an incredible job performing oral sex on me. I resisted the urge to come in her mouth, but she insisted she had the necessary skills to get me up again for round two, so when the first stream of cum left my cock, she deep-throated the convulsing organ and let me finish coming in her throat, a sensation I hadn’t experienced since the last time her Mom and I had sex. Meanwhile, I was bringing Kaley closer and closer to her own orgasm and when it arrived, it was a thrashing, screaming, gushing orgasm that left her limp.
She said, “That was the strongest orgasm of my life, Dave. Mom told me the strongest orgasms of her life were experienced with you, too. She also told me she never had any trouble getting you up for round two.”
I said, “The way you just gave me head reminded me of the way your Mom used to finish me off. She said she loved having me deep in her throat as I was coming. You doing it almost exactly the same way really threw me for a loop. No one else before or since ever did that with me. It was incredible.”
We lay there making out and after a short rest decided to try for the second round. She was now sitting on my face as I ate her and she was rapidly bringing my cock back to life. I gave her a minor orgasm and while licking her clean, I lifted her bottom up a bit and licked from where the crack of her ass started, past her asshole then through her folds before paying attention to her clit again. After a few times, I would pause and spend some time rimming her ass and gently poking my tongue into the puckered orifice. She let my cock out of her mouth and said, “My God. Mom told me how good it felt when you did that to her but no one else has ever done that to me before.”
I kept going and eventually gave her another orgasm, this time with my tongue deep in her ass. She had me rock hard again by now and I climbed between her legs and slowly worked my cock into Kaley’s pussy. We made love with long slow strokes for an eternity before changing positions a few times, finally ending up with her on top riding me hard while looking into each other’s eyes.
I said, “I’m gonna come, Baby. I’m gonna come hard.”
“Yeah, Baby. Come for me. I want to feel your cum fill my pussy.”
She thrust back at me a few times and I rose to meet her thrust the last time and erupted in her pussy. We dropped back down to the bed as I finished coming then she fell forward and we kissed passionately until I grew soft and slipped out.
We lay there cuddling and talking for at least an hour. Our caresses turned into groping and it wasn’t much longer before I was rock hard and Kaley was hot and wet. We turned so we were laying on our sides and began eating each other. I sucked and nibbled on her still engorged clit until she shuddered and experienced her first orgasm while continuing to give me another world-class blowjob that reminded me so much of the ones her mother enjoyed giving me. Almost every girl at one time or another will take a cock past her gag reflex, but not many enjoy it and work so hard at taking one so deep that her lips can’t move any further. Kaley and her Mom both seemed to love taking it to that limit.
Having come twice recently, I knew I could last much longer this time and I began to rim her little pink asshole again. Soon, it was relaxed, Kaley was moaning with pleasure, well on her way to another massive orgasm. I prayed I could get her there before her oral expertise got me to the point of no return. As we lay there on our left sides, I used my arm to raise her right leg high as I could so I could penetrate even deeper. She used a free hand to grab her knee and hold it to give me as much access as possible. I’ve discovered a spot, usually only accessible with a finger, in the asses of my lovers who allowed my proclivity for oral stimulation prior to anal sex, that when massaged, increased relaxation and allowed even deeper penetration. I then used my hands to spread her cheeks apart and got my tongue in deep enough to access this spot in Kaley with my tongue. She began thrusting back at my tongue each time I pushed it in and suddenly stiffened up and shuddered again, experiencing another major orgasm. She let my cock out of her mouth, grabbed my head and pulled it up to her face. She licked the evidence of her orgasm from my face and kissed me hard.
She said, “Mom used to tell me how much she enjoyed anal sex with you. Will you put it in there for me? Will you fuck my ass, please, Dave?”
I said, “If you’re sure, I’d really like that.”
She began to get up on all fours and I stopped her. I said, “I want to look into your eyes while we do this.”
She looked a little confused, but lay on her back, legs spread wide, inviting me to fuck her again. I took a pillow and folded it in half, scooted it under her hips then got between her legs where I slowly pushed my cock into her pussy in one long smooth stroke. She said, “In my ass, I want to feel your cock in my ass.”
I pulled out of her pussy and took aim at her well-relaxed asshole and began to push. The head went in fairly easily and I just moved it around gently to get her used to the invader before trying to get the beefier part behind the head to enter her. It took quite a while of gaining just a fraction of an inch at a time before I claimed success.
When she felt my balls compressed between her ass cheeks and my thighs, she said, “I never knew anal sex could feel so good. Fuck me Baby, fuck my virgin ass and make me come.”
I continued fucking her ass with long slow strokes.
“You’ve never done anal sex before?”
“No but I plan on doing it regularly from now on.”
“I wish you would have told me. I could have spent more time preparing you and used some lubricant to ease things along.”
“It’s fine, I feel glorious and love what you’re doing to my ass.”
We kept on fucking, gradually building speed and intensity until Kaley said, “Oh, God. I’m coming again, Baby. I’m coming with your cock in my ass.”
Her resulting orgasm prevented me from moving and the added pressure from her sphincter took me over the edge and I began to come deep inside her. I went to pull out and she begged me to leave it in until it softened and slipped out on its own. We looked deep in each other’s eyes and I said, “I love you, Kaley. I’ve never been happier.”
“I love you, Dave. I’ve never felt so magnificent.”
“Should we feel guilty about what just happened?”
“I don’t. I want to be your lover as long as you'll have me in your life.”
I said, “Kaley, I never want to wake up without seeing your beautiful face lying next to mine for the rest of my life. I’d really love to keep this going as we grow old together. I just need to know that at least on some level, what we’re doing is OK.”
She said, “I think Mom would be happy with the way things are working out. She loved you, from the sound of her letter, she hoped I would love you and I do. I want to grow old with you too, Dave.”
I said, “I love you, Kaley.”
After I slipped out, we got up and decided to rinse the sex and sweat off our bodies, then change the bedding before going to sleep for the night. While lying in bed cuddling afterwards, she said, “You made me feel incredible tonight, Baby. I’m so happy.”
I said, “Me, too,” and we slowly drifted off to a well-deserved sleep.
(End of Chapter One ?)
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