One night on her way home from work she was killed in a car accident. It was no one’s fault really; just a crazy accident caused by snow and ice. It devastated all of us. She was a very well liked and popular person. I never met anyone that didn’t like her. She was 5’2 and never weighed more than a 120lbs, she had short brown hair that she always dyed but not outrageously. She had big sexy breasts for a woman her size. C cup I believe. Our sex life was incredible and very open…more on that later but this story is about how something awesome and unexpected happened with my lovely at the time 18 year old daughter. Kendall looked a lot like her mother, Michelle, except she is a little bit taller and smaller of frame. She is 5’5 and very skinny with 32b breasts (I know because I do the laundry now) whereas Michelle was shorter and stockier. I, by the way, am 6’1 225 and still pretty fit for my age of 40.
Well anyway about two years ago Michelle, my wife, passed away in an unexpected car crash. I would have lost it completely but I had to stay together for my children. We were all a wreck, constantly seeking each other’s company for comfort. The first couple days even weeks were all a blur…but at some point Kendall started coming into my bed at night. There was nothing sexual about it, yet, but just to comfort each other. Most nights we would cry each other to sleep in each other’s arms. Many mornings I did wake up with morning wood but luckily she never noticed or said anything. It was nice having her share my bed on those nights, those nights turned into every night within a few months.
I had never thought about my daughter in a sexual way. Sure I had noticed that as she got older and turned 18 and her body started filling out that she was pretty attractive. Sure I noticed that almost every guy around her checked her out in some way. And sure I noticed that she looked more and more like her mother as the years passed by. Sure I had felt her tight little ass against me and even noticed her firm little, perky tits as they pressed against me as we slept. But I had never looked at or thought about her in an inappropriate way…Until that one night 4 months after Michelle passed away.
It was a night just like any other; Kendall was sleeping in my bed every night now. Not even starting in her bed anymore. In fact on this night she was in bed before me already asleep. Only half of her body was covered by the blanket she had already kicked most of it off. She always did that. I noticed that she was wearing her usual pajama’s a tight form fitting tank top and loose fitting pajama bottoms that on this night had ridden up so that her right ass cheek was visible revealing her tight ass with blue silk bikini style panties on. I crawled into bed next to her on my side facing her. When I did she roused and moved close to me her back against me, I put my arm over her and squeezed her hug like. She quickly fell back asleep and I soon followed. Many hours later I had an incredible dream about my late wife.
It was a beautiful dream, the first time I had had this kind of dream. It was a sex dream. I had had many other dreams about her but none like this. In fact for most of the 4 months since her death I had pretty much no sexual desire at all. I had only masturbated a few times but that was mostly out of necessity and over rather quickly. But this dream was like the real thing. I remember in the dream she was dressed her favorite red negligee and I was on the bed watching her walk towards me. As she got to the bed she started to rub my legs making my cock get hard. The dream was so real that it felt real…My cock was throbbing in the dream but felt so real. I felt like a young man getting his first action. I eagerly reached for a boob. It was wonderful and felt so soft and fleshy. I caressed it and then the other very quickly. The next part of the dream I remember is her on top of me fucking me fast and furiously my hands moving from one breast to another tweaking her nipples. I came rather quickly and the dream was over.
But then it wasn’t over and in the dream Michelle was laying next to me. I could feel my still hard cock pressing into her ass right between her cheeks. She was grinding her hips and ass slowly back and around. I pushed my cock into her more also moving my hips. My pants were back on in this part of the dream as we slowly dry humped each other. My hands were slowly caressing her shoulders and side. Her skin was so soft and tender and smooth. I could feel her hand on my hip squeezing and moving it in sync with our humping. She was quietly moaning which just made me more excited. I started moving my hand onto her stoma…