REPLACING MOMMY
I said, “Daddy, you’re not skipping out on hosting the Halloween party.”
Even though I was eighteen, I had resumed calling my father ‘Daddy’ after my mother passed away of cancer in June… a week after I graduated high school.
It had been a long six months from learning she had terminal cancer two days after Christmas, to watching the failed experimental treatments that made her a facsimile of her former self, to her death.
My daddy, once the most outgoing and fun loving man I knew, became withdrawn and depressed.
Although I was devastated too, I tried to be strong for him.
My nana stayed with us for all of July and I decided to go to a local college, at least for the first year, instead of one of the few others I had been accepted to.
I hated living in California as I wasn’t blonde, big fake tittied, or anorexic.
I went to a private school where I didn’t fit in, nor did I want to. Although I too came from a well off family, I wanted to be successful on my own and worked hard academically to get scholarships to over a dozen schools.
I should also note, although I’m not blonde, I’m not ugly.
I’m cute in the girl next door sort of way, with hazel eyes, brown hair and large D cup breasts (just like my mother… who said it was both a curse and a blessing). I play tennis to stay in shape and swim daily. I did hide my look, I suppose, by wearing nerdy glasses, always wearing my hair in a ponytail or pigtails, and wearing very conservative attire.
I was the only girl in the entire school who wore pantyhose to school… not even any of the teachers did. But not only did I like the feel of sheer nylon, it was something my mom had also always worn, being a model for eighties pantyhose commercials. She always told me that pantyhose is ladylike, fashionable and sexy. Of course, she grew up in Paris, where it wasn’t 90 every day.
That said, I believed she was right and I wanted to be just like my mom.
August was full of different family members coming to visit and help out, so it wasn’t until early September that the house finally held just the two of us.
And it was eerily quiet.
My dad was still grieving, as was I, but in trying to keep things going I tried to do as much of what Mom used to do as I could.
Although we were well off, we were not rich. We didn’t have a cook or maid or chauffeur, like many of my classmates.
We lived comfortably. My mom had still done the rare modelling job, but generally she stayed at home while Dad worked. He was the CEO of a medium sized computer company.
So, I made the meals, did the laundry and cleaned the house, all while going to college.
September came and went and it was October 1st when Daddy said, “I don’t think I can host the annual Halloween party.”
I said, “Daddy, you are not skipping out on hosting the Halloween party!”
“Oh honey, it’s just too much work without your mom,” he said, in his usual, since Mom died, bland tone.
Halloween, as strange as it sounds, was both my parents’ favourite holiday, and had through default become mine too.
Dad decorated the front yard, Mom decorated the house, they always chose elaborate couple costumes or, the past two years, family costumes (last year the Addams Family, the year before I was Pebbles and my parents Fred and Wilma) and Halloween always accumulated into a massive costume party.
“We can do it, Daddy,” I said, determined to not let him bail out, deciding to use the guilt card, “We will do it in honour of Mom.”
“Oh honey,” he sighed, but then looked up and said, “You’re right.”
“I usually am,” I joked, with a big smile on my face.
“Yes, yes you are,” he laughed, something I hadn’t heard from him much of late.
“So what do I need to do?” I asked.
“First, you decorate the inside of the house, and I’ll do the outside,” he said, standing up, looking for the first time since Mom died, as if he had a purpose for something. He added, “We will make this the biggest Halloween yet.”
“Yes,” I agreed, standing up too, excited to keep this enthusiasm going. “Let’s go shopping.”
“Now you sound like your mother,” he said, with a big smile across his face.
I gave him a big hug and ordered, like mom would have, “Then get a move on.”
“Eerie,” he said, looking at me.
“What” I asked.
“Not only do you look exactly like your mom, but you sound just like her,” he said.
“She was, no, is, my role model,” I replied.
“Well, she is a perfect one,” he said, tears beginning to fill his eyes.
“I love you, Daddy,” I said, hugging him too.
“I love you too, Miranda,” he replied, pulling me in for a big father-daughter hug.
As he did, I couldn’t help but feel his surprisingly hard penis against me.
I was surprised. I was intrigued. I was aroused.
Surprised because my Dad had a hard on.
Intrigued about the reason he was hard. Did I make him hard? If so, how? Seemed unlikely it was me, I mean I am his daughter, yet that was the first thing that popped into my head.
Aroused because my dad was the most attractive man I knew. Every guy I met I compared to him, and none came close. My dad was good looking, compassionate, built like an Adonis, and apparently had a pretty big penis if that brief moment could be a testament.
Now, for the record, just because I didn’t fit in with the sluts of California, didn’t mean I was a virgin.
Okay, technically it did. Since I had never had sex.
But, I had become quite good at giving oral sex. After giving my first blow job to my boyfriend at the time (who will remain nameless because he is a fucking loser) and being told I sucked at it (pun not intended), I went online and researched it, just like I would a school project.
I only did things to the best of my ability, and thus was determined to master oral sex.
I then, out of spite, which was indeed kind of slutty, offered his best friend head at a party. Guy loyalty is not the same as girl loyalty and he eagerly let me go to town on his small dick.
Having practiced on bananas and cucumbers, I had mastered my gag reflex from my first time and easily deep throated all five inches.
I created extra saliva, I cupped his balls and in under two minutes swallowed his entire load while never slowing down.
He groaned as he shot his load and a wash of pride coursed through me at getting him off. He told me I had given him the best blow job ever and I told him to make sure my loser, who will remain nameless, ex knew about it.
Anyways, as usually happens in high school, I was quickly labelled a slut as word got around that I had blown my ex’s best friend.
For a very smart girl, I really hadn’t thought my plan through.
That said, it also made me suddenly visible. Both for guys thinking I was a sure thing, and for girls who saw me finally as more than just a brain.
I rejected many offers, avoided most parties and focused on studying.
Yet, as strange as it may sound, I craved cock.
I had really enjoyed the power of sucking cock. Knowing I was giving a guy pleasure, that I controlled when he got off.
So, on prom night, I went with a soccer player who was not overly popular, but more popular than me.
He picked me up in a limo and I decided then and there to suck him off.
Was that slutty? Yep.
Did it turn me on? Yep.
Like the last cock I had blown, he came in a couple of minutes. I swallowed it all and sitting back up smiled, “That was a delicious appetizer.”
He stammered, “T-t-that was amazing.”
“I’m hoping you can reload for more later,” I smiled, feeling sexy and wanted.
He nodded, “Trust me, I’m a machine gun of cum.”
I roared with laughter, “Well, tonight, I’m target practice.”
And I was.
I sucked him off at the prom in the debate club room.
I sucked him off again in the limo.
I swallowed all three loads and if I didn’t already love sucking cock, I became addicted.
He tried to push for sex, but I was wanting to keep my virginity intact for someone special.
Anyways, I found sucking cock oddly theMolestationutic and it became my relaxation for coping with Mom’s death.
Fucked up? Yes.
True? Yes.
Anyways… Way off topic.
I decorated the house; Dad did his usual thing outside.
For the first time since Mom’s death, Dad looked alive and not like the zombie he had become.
After sending a Facebook invite for the party, as well as emails, I asked Dad, “What are you planning to wear as a costume?”
“I don’t know,” he said, “your mom always chose the costumes.”
“Well, then I’ll be Mom,” I said.
“What?” He asked.
“Whatever Mom does for Halloween, I’ll do,” I declared.
He laughed.
“What?” I asked.
“Oh nothing,” he said, shaking his head.
“No, what?” I asked again.
“Trust me, it’s nothing,” he replied, suddenly looking uncomfortable.
“You can tell me anything,” I said. “What did Mom do that was so special?”
He sighed. “I guess you’re an adult now.”
“I’m a big girl now,” I joked.
He paused, clearly not sure how to say it, before finally saying, “For your mom, Halloween was the night her wild side came out.”
“Okay,” I said, acting confused, although I was pretty sure I knew what he was talking about.
“So when you said you would do whatever Mom would do,” he began before I interrupted.
“And I will,” I said, “I’ll do everything Mom would do.” Now I didn’t use a tone to sound sexy, I continued playing dumb, but I was trying to use psychology to get a certain idea in his head… fucking his daughter. An idea that had just popped into my own head at that moment.
He laughed, “Do you know what you just offered?”
“To be Mom for a night,” I shrugged, as I slyly glanced down to his trousers. I was disappointed to not see a hard cock poking out.
He shook his head, “This is crazy.”
“What is?” I asked, really wanting him to say it.
“Fine,” he said, glancing down to my stocking-clad feet. “Our Halloween parties always ended in our greatest sex.”
“Oh,” I said, acting shocked.
After a moment of silence, I broke out laughing, “So I offered to have sex with you.”
He just nodded, his eyes again staring at my nylon-clad feet and my red painted toenails.
“No wonder you’re all flustered,” I said, as I pulled him into a hug, allowing my firm breasts to push into him and really trying to find out if his dick was hard.
It was.
I reassured him, even as I pondered keeping to my word that night, “Okay, I’ll do almost everything Mom does.”
He laughed, his cock involuntarily flinching against my leg, which made him break the hug, “Good plan.”
I looked at him, beet red, and was confident he was thinking the same thing I was… ‘if she wasn’t my daughter’. I also caught him a couple more times taking glimpses of my legs and feet. I wondered if Mom had always worn nylons for him.
Later, I used my hair brush to fuck myself as I imagined Daddy taking my cherry.
After I came, I pondered, was I really willing to lose my virginity to my Dad? He fit my criteria: someone I loved, someone who was a great person, someone with a big dick.
I fell asleep with so many questions stirring in my head.
But no answers.
The next day, after classes, I headed to a costume store. I wasn’t sure I was going to fuck my Dad, but I was definitely going to look as hot as I could.
There were so many options:
Princess and a knight: he could kill the dragon and then win his prize: his innocent princess’s virginity.
Sandy and Danny from Grease. I loved this idea, even imagining saying the line, “What you thinking, stud?” But I wanted to wear nylons and showcase my legs as it was pretty apparent he got turned on by them.
Red riding Hood and the Wolf: the outfit for me was perfect. It showcased my voluptuous breasts and long legs. Yet, his costume had his entire body covered, including his face. On the one hand, that would make seducing him easy, as I could pretend it wasn’t my Dad… but I wanted it to be my Dad. Shit, even though I wasn’t sure I would be able to seduce my Dad, or if I really even wanted to, my naughty side was already in approval.
Mickey and Minnie Mouse: this one was super cute and when I was five I was Minnie and Dad was Mickey. Yet, while it would be fun and bring back memories, it would be a constant reminder I was his daughter.
Luigi and Princess Peach: We’d played tons of Mario Brothers together and although again cute, and the Princess Peach outfit was shockingly slutty, it would be another reminder that I was his daughter.
Batman and Catwoman: I liked this one too. Although nylons wouldn’t work, the skin tight outfit would leave very little to the imagination.
I was about to choose it when I saw the perfect choice.
Elvira, Mistress of the Night.
It was perfect.
It would showcase my large breasts and my legs and was sexy as hell.
Then Daddy could be Dracula.
I bought both, then went to a lingerie store for a strapless bra and the silkiest pantyhose possible.
Feeling sexy and decadent, I then went into an adult store, for the first time, directly across the street, deciding I needed a real sex toy for the bedroom. My hairbrush wasn’t long enough for me anymore.
I wasn’t ready for what I walked in to.
Toys everywhere.
Although many I couldn’t fathom being used for a body.
An older woman asked, a big smile on her face, “First time here, my dear?”
“What gave me away?” I joked.
“The shocked deer in the headlights look,” she replied friendlily.
“Well, I figured I needed something better than my fingers,” I said, somehow instantly comfortable talking to this friendly woman.
“For your vagina?” She asked.
“Yes,” I nodded, not able to fathom anything going in my ass.
“Follow me,” she said.
I did, and was soon staring at a whole long aisle with toys on both sides.
“Wow,” I said, in awe of everything.
She smiled, “I highly recommend one of these.”
“A butterfly?” I asked, looking at the box.
“Yes,” she nodded, “it’s an amazing addition to just a typical vibrator, as it stimulates inside your vagina and on your clitoris.”
“Oh,” I said, wondering how such a thing would feel.
“It is a bit more expensive than a typical vibrator but it does so much more,” she continued. “And it has different speeds and vibrations for variety.”
“I’ll take it,” I said.
“Can I ask you one more question?” she asked.
“Sure,” I shrugged.
“This is great for lying back and pleasuring yourself, but if you want to feel like you are actually having sex, I would highly recommend one of these,” she said, handing me a long, black dildo.
I asked, curious, “How does this possibly recreate sex?”
“You stick it onto a wall and bounce back on it,” she said.
“Oh my,” I replied, immediately intrigued by the concept, my pussy dampening into my panties.
“There are dozens of lengths, girths, colours and textures,” she continued, pointing me to a whole section.
“Wow, I’ve never seen so many penises,” I said.
“I have another costumer,” she said, “take a look and pick one that you think best suits you.”
“Okay,” I nodded, already perusing the plethora of dicks.
And choosing wasn’t easy. It was like being at a Ben and Jerry’s and trying to choose only one flavour of ice cream.
I was suddenly a cock connoisseur and wanted to try them all. Unfortunately, with a hundred bucks to spend, I was limited.
After fifteen minutes spent pondering length, width and colour, I chose one.
It was 10 inches long. I couldn’t fathom it all fitting, but considering it would be stuck to a wall I figured I would be losing a couple of inches at least.
It was thick. I wasn’t sure my virgin pussy could take much more.
It was black. Black just looked authentic, especially with the realistic veins.
I purchased it, and some lube at the recommendation of the saleswoman, which she pointed out was also anal lube just in case and went straight home and directly to my room… my pussy on fire.
I opened the box, giddy like I usually was on Christmas morning.
Although, unlike Christmas morning, my pussy was begging for attention.
I stared at the long, thick cock, in awe of just how realistic it looked.
Maybe it was the slut me, or the curious me, but I moved the dildo to my mouth and began sucking it.
I closed my eyes and imagined it was Dad’s cock I was sucking.
Ever since I felt his hard cock against me, the idea of sucking and fucking Dad… the idea of completely replacing Mom… the idea of losing my virginity to the man I loved more than life itself… well, although taboo and considered wrong by today’s society and the legal system, I couldn’t stop thinking about it… and neither could my pussy, which seemed to be constantly demanding attention (way more than it ever had before).
Which is why I bought this big dildo.
Deciding I had to try it now, I suctioned it to the wall, got undressed until only in thigh highs (I loved playing with my breasts while I masturbated usually, I figured it would be the same with this toy).
I got on my knees, a position I enjoyed, and moved back onto the dildo.
I realized it was too high for my pussy, and frustrated because I really wanted it in me, turned around and lowered it.
I again repositioned myself in front of the dildo and attempted to fuck myself. And although I was slightly wet, my pussy, although begging for it, wasn’t allowing entry. I reached back and rubbed the mushroom top up and down my pussy lips to stimulate wetness.
Yet, three attempts later, my pussy was still empty.
It was then I remembered the lube.
“Fuck!” I cursed to myself, as I got up and grabbed the still sealed lube.
Of course, being in a hurry, I struggled to break the seal, an ironic metaphor for what was becoming a frustrating experience.
Once open, I generously coated the toy, as well as my pussy, and returned to the dildo.
For a third time I got on my knees and backed up towards it. Again, I felt initial resistance as my tiny pussy seemed to be rejecting the width of the dildo.
“Fuck,” I cursed, frustrated, as I rubbed the dildo up and down my wet pussy lips.
Finally, after more physical coaxing, the dildo began to slide in me.
I screamed, as it widened me, way more than ever before, “Holy shit!”
As I remained on my knees, the dildo in me only a little bit, my bedroom door opened as Dad asked, in a panic, “Are you okay?”
We both went completely pale for different reasons. I quickly stood up and stammered, as I covered myself. “S-s-sorry.”
“Me too,” he said, quickly exiting the room.
I was mortified. Dad had just walked in on me trying to fuck myself. I quickly got dressed, the insatiable hunger completely gone as I tried to figure out how I would ever face him again.
As I lay on my bed mortified, Dad knocked, “It’s okay honey, we can talk when you are ready.”
Talk? I wanted to go back in a Delorean, my dad’s favourite movie being Back to the Future, and make this not happen. I joked as much, “I’m just trying to get my hands on some plutonium to go back in time, Dad.”
He laughed, “For what, the Ford Focus?”
I laughed back as I sat on the edge of my bed. “It’s almost as big a piece of crap as a Delorean.”
He added, “Plus you can take me with you and we can go and see Mom so she can have this conversation with you.”
“Come in, Daddy,” I offered.
He did and walked over and sat beside me at the edge of the bed. He surprised me by putting his hand on my nylon-clad knee and asked, “Did Mom have the whole birds and bees conversation with you before she…?”
He couldn’t finish the sentence so I answered quickly, “Yes, she did, Daddy. When I was sixteen.””Thank God,” he sighed.
Deciding to push my secret agenda to lose my virginity to him, I decided to push the bar a bit. I said, “Mom explained the way to a man’s heart is through his penis and the willingness to suck him often, use lots of saliva when giving head, and always close your eyes when getting a facial.”
“That sounds like your Mom,” he laughed, oddly not surprised by my response.
“On that note, why the heck is it called the birds and the bees?” I questioned. “Why not call it parking the car in a heated garage, or,” I added, deciding to be shocking even though I had no real interest in anal,
“Three holes and only one makes a baby?”
“Miranda!” Dad cried out.
“I’m just kidding,” I said, “I’ve learned through you that sarcasm and humour breaks the ice over an awkward situation. Truth be told, Daddy, I’m still a virgin.”
“Thank God,” he said.
“That doesn’t mean I’m completely inexperienced in the sex department,” I clarified, wanting him to know that I was still a virgin, but also that I was a woman, not a girl.
“Okay,” he cringed.
“Daddy,” I said, all melodramatic. “I’m eighteen. I’m a woman. I need to be able to talk frankly with someone about sex. It would be Mom if she was here.”
“I know,” he nodded, suddenly with a heavy heart.
I joked, “I guess it could be Nana.”
“God, no,” he laughed. “You can talk to me and ask any questions you wish. It’s just you will always be my little girl.”
I wanted to move my hand to his crotch and whisper, “But I want to be more than that, Daddy,” but instead I put my hand on top of his and said, “And you’ll always be my Daddy,” before adding the hint, “but I’ll need you to guide me through these crazy years of sexual curiosity.”
His face went red slightly as he looked to the dildo still on the wall, “Is that your first toy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, not mentioning the butterfly vibrator I had also bought.
“A pretty big first choice,” he said.
“I have always been rather ambitious, Daddy,” I said, with just the slightest hint of sexiness to my tone.
“You always have been a go-getter,” he agreed, which made me instantly think ‘if you only knew’.
“I figured go big or go home,” I joked, before deciding to push the envelope a bit further, “but I barely got the massive snake more than a couple of inches into me.”
I could see his discomfort in this conversation. I could also see that this conversation had turned him on at some point as he slyly used his right hand to adjust himself thinking I didn’t notice.
He finally said, “Come with me.”
My pussy tingled. Was he going to take me to his bedroom and take my virginity? Could he see the lust in my eyes? Did he want me as much as I wanted him?
I followed him to his bedroom, my pussy wet and eager with anticipation.
He went to the dresser and said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Oh my God, it was about to happen.
“Come here,” he said.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, trying to sound as submissive as possible.
Reaching him, he said, “I think your Mom would like you to have these.”
I looked in the drawer and saw lingerie.
I asked, trying to make it as clear as possible that I was willing and ready without actually saying the words, “Do you want me to try that on, Daddy?”
“What? Uh, no,” he awkwardly responded, “look under the lingerie.”
I did and found a lot of sex toys.
He explained, “These are likely a little more practical.”
There were three different vibrators, a massage thing and something u-shaped, the purpose of which I didn’t understand.
“These were Moms?” I asked, even though it was obvious they were.
“Yes,” he replied, “and since you’re an adult now and if Mom was here I’m sure she would take you toy shopping… practical toy shopping.”
I laughed, “I guess I did bite off more than I could chew.”
He added, “You are about the same size as your mother. So if you want, why don’t you go through her clothing and take what you want.”
“Really?” I asked, looking at him.
“Yes,” he nodded. “Better you than me. Plus, it needs to be done.”
“Even the lingerie?” I asked, imagining me wearing Mom’s own clothes to seduce him.
“If you want,” he shrugged, clearly not sure what to say to that.
“Do I look like Mom?” I asked, even though he had said so earlier.
“You are her twin when she was your age,” he said, glancing down to my nylon-clad legs and feet.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” I asked.
“Sure,” he nodded, although his tone was tentative.
“Why do you like nylons?” I asked.
“Who says I do?” He responded, even though it was obvious he did.
“I just, well, Mom always wore them and there are lots of pairs here,” I pointed out.
“Your mom asked me that question when we first started dating,” he said. “And truthfully, I can’t explain it. I have always been drawn to legs in nylons.”
“Even in high school?” I asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.
He laughed, “That’s when it started. My buddies would be like ‘check out the rack on her’ or ‘check out the ass in those jeans’ and I was always thinking ‘look at those legs in nylon’, I thought there was something wrong with me for not being a breasts or ass guy.”
“Did girls wear them a lot back then?” I asked. “No one in my school does.”
“They were much more popular in the eighties,” he nodded, as if reminiscing. “Some girls wore them every day, cheerleaders wore them with their outfits and all the teachers wore them.”
“Few profs or teachers even wear them now,” I pointed out.
“I know,” he laughed, “finding a woman wearing nylons is almost as rare as finding a needle in a haystack.”
“You are obviously not looking that hard,” I quipped, pointing to my feet.
He, of course, as predictable as Pavlov’s Rocky, looked down at my toes in nylon.
“I’ve noticed you wear them a lot too,” he said.
“I think they are so sexy,” I said, putting my hands on my legs. “So soft, too.”
“I imagine so,” he nodded, obviously trying to not stare at his daughter’s legs.
“Does me wearing them bother you?” I asked, all innocently.
“No, no,” he said. “I think it’s great that you want to replicate your Mom’s style.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“So I’m going bowling tonight, feel free to search your Mom’s closet and take anything you want,” he said.
“Okay,” I nodded, before asking, “Can I take the toys too?”
“Anything you want of hers is yours,” he said.
I thought to myself… there is one more thing of hers I want… you!!! But instead, I replied, “Great. Thanks for being so understanding, Daddy.”
I gave him a big hug, and again felt his stiff penis against me.
I wanted to ask him why he was hard.
I wanted to drop to my knees, fish out his cock and suck it.
I wanted go to his bed, spread my legs and beg him to take my virginity.
Yet, of course, I did none of those things.
Once he was gone, I played dress-up. I tried on lingerie. I tried on dresses. I tried on her nylons.
She had a full nylon body stocking that was sheer nylon that even covered my tits.
She had pantyhose that actually only went to her thighs, which I learned were thigh highs. I smiled at the idea of wearing these under a dress or skirt to have easy access to my pussy.
She had a garter-belt and stockings.
I took all the lingerie, nylons and toys to my room, as well as almost half her sexy wardrobe.
Returning to just my thigh highs, I decided to finish what I started, this time with one of Mom’s vibrators. The idea of using one of her vibrators turned me on even more.
I collapsed on my bed with the smallest one, deciding to start small after my earlier epic failure. I turned it on and rubbed it up and down my pussy lips. I couldn’t believe how much better it felt already than my fingers or other inanimate objects.
I slid it inside me and fireworks exploded.
Holy shit, I had no idea such pleasure existed.
I closed my eyes and allowed the buzzing to overwhelm me as I imagined Dad catching me again, but this time he kissed me. He sucked on my erect diamond hard nipples. He buried his face in my pussy. He slammed his cock in my cunt.
It didn’t take long for my orgasm to rush over me as the toy and the fantasy combined created the most intense orgasm of my life.
Once my orgasm ended, I got up and started to reorganize my clothes… tossing out much of my old high school nerd attire and replacing it with mom’s sexier, more mature attire.
Over the next few days, I tried every toy of Mom’s, as well as the butterfly vibrator I had purchased which was indeed amazing, the buzzing on my clit as well as inside making me cum so hard I gushed for the first time.
Over the next few days, I only wore Mom’s outfits, each day wearing something sexier than the day before. I also wore different pairs of sexy stockings, always making sure to give my dad lots of leg to check out.
He complimented me daily, each time saying how much I reminded him of Mom.
He checked out my legs and feet every day, I hoped getting more and more turned on by his daughter… more and more willing to do the unthinkable.
Then came Halloween.
I had decided that without a doubt I was going to lose my virginity to my father.
All week Dad had asked what our costumes were and all week I had refused to tell him. I had given hints, but not enough to remotely have him figure it out.
That evening, I laid his costume on his bed while he was in the shower and went to get into mine.
I was in my costume, wearing black thigh highs instead of pantyhose that would easily be noticed often because of the dress. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but think I looked incredibly hot.
If Dad was ever going to break and fuck his daughter… it would be today.
Dad knocked on my door. “Dracula is a bit cliché isn’t it?”
“Come in, Daddy,” I called out, posing sexily for when he entered.
He walked in and stopped dead in his tracks.
“Is this cliché?” I asked.
He stammered, “N-n-no, that is definitely not.”
“Do you like?” I asked.
“Not on my daughter,” he said.
“But remember, today I am not your daughter,” I smiled, as I walked over to him, leaned up and kissed him on the lips. Nothing more than a brief kiss… a bit more than typical father-daughter, but not enough to be considered anything else.
He said, a little confused by the kiss and maybe my words, “Well, your mom would be proud.”
“Do I look like her today?” I asked, turning sideways so he could see clearly I was wearing thigh highs.
“You may be mistaken for her today,” he said, as his eyes lingered on my legs.
“Everything I am wearing underneath of this costume is Mom’s,” I said, which was true. The push-up bra, the thong and the thigh highs were all from Mom’s lingerie drawer.
“Well, today Jules lives through you,” he nodded, just as the doorbell rang.
I felt a chill go up my spine at the comment. I smiled, as I rather bluntly hinted at my intentions for later tonight, “Remember, tonight I’m not Miranda, but Jules.”
“What?” he asked confused.
“Tonight, I’m replacing Mommy,” I smiled, resisting the urge to squeeze his cock and make my intentions undeniably clear.
Dad didn’t respond as I walked out of my room and went to answer the door.
The next few hours were wild. I had so many comments about how much I looked like Mom. I had a few drinks and was hit on by three of Dad’s friends. If I wanted to lose my virginity tonight there were a few sure things.
Yet, I only had eyes on Dad.
I decided to do something every hour on the hour to make sure he didn’t forget I was there.
At nine, I moved behind him and gave his ass a firm squeeze as I quipped, “I’ve never seen such a sexy Dracula.”
At ten, he was sitting on a chair playing cards and I sat on his lap. As he played, I grabbed his hand and put it on my nylon-clad knee. As I hoped, he didn’t move it away. When I stood up, a couple hands later, I feigned stumbling and allowed my hand to land directly on his stiff cock.
At eleven, I joined the poker game, sitting directly across from him. After a couple of hands, I slipped out of my heels and put my feet on his lap. As I hoped, he didn’t move it away. Instead a hand later, he used one hand to massage my feet. A couple hands later, deciding to push the envelope, I moved my one foot to his crotch, and rubbed my foot on his clearly hard dick.
His eyes went wide and he moved my foot away, as he looked at me with shock.
At twelve, I took off my very wet panties, poured daddy a rum, and walked over to him. I whispered as I handed him the rum with one hand and my wet panties in the other, “Here is a gift for you, my sexy Vampire.”
Before he could respond, I walked away.
At one, noticing him looking my way often, especially as I chatted with a sexy guy who worked at his office, I went over to him, and slyly, no one else noticing, even more brazen than giving him my soiled panties, squeezed his cock… his very hard cock. I purred, “Is this because of me?”
“Miranda!” he gasped, although he didn’t move my hand away.
“Tonight, Miranda isn’t here,” I said, still holding his indeed as big as I’d imagined cock, “Tonight, I’m yours.”
“But I,” he began, but I again walked away, knowing that less is often more.
By quarter to two, the party was down to a handful of people and I walked up behind him, he was watching sports highlights alone, “Are you ready to take this party upstairs? I think you can definitely score just like he just did,” I said, as some guy scored in a shoot-out in the highlights.
“Miranda I…” he began.
“I’m going up to our bedroom, baby,” I interrupted. “I hope you join me. The Mistress of the night is offering her blood to a needy vampire.”
I again walked away, knowing I had now played all my cards and praying I had enticed him enough.
I was in the bedroom over twenty minutes, just beginning to regret my bold offer, when Daddy entered the room. I was on his bed, heels off, dangling my legs off the edge, a mixture of nervousness and excitement bouncing through me.
He closed the door.
I asked, “Are they all gone?”
“They are,” he nodded, not moving, as if having his own morale debate.
Deciding to take control, being like Elvira herself, I ordered, deciding to play the daughter card instead of pretending to be Mom, “Come here and massage my feet, Daddy, they are so sore.”
He paused for a second, but then walked over to me and dropped to his knees. He wordlessly took my stocking-clad foot in his hands and began massaging.
It felt great. I asked, “Did you use to give Mom foot massages?”
“Always,” he answered, before adding, “she loved getting them and I loved giving them.”
“As long as she was in nylons?” I asked.
“Usually,” he nodded, still not making eye contact.
I just allowed him to massage my foot for a couple of relaxing quiet minutes before asking softly, “The other foot now, please.”
He switched feet and replicated the tender, yet amazing, foot rub.
“Does Daddy need a massage?” I asked sultrily, a couple of minutes later.
“Miranda, we can’t,” he said, finally looking up at me.
I stood up and said, “We can and we will. Tonight, I’m replacing Mommy.”
“This is wrong,” he said, even as he kept staring at my stocking-clad toes, painted black for today.
“Is it?” I asked, pulling him up.
“Yes,” he nodded, “and illegal.”
“But Daddy,” I said, “I love you.” With that I leaned in and kissed him. At first I just kissed his lips over and over until he finally responded. Then our bodies crashed into each other and the kisses became urgent and passionate.
When it was finally broken, I dropped to my knees and moved my hand to his crotch.
This gave him time to reconsider the sin and he said, moving my hand away, “Miranda, we can’t.”
I pushed his hand away and pulled his cheap elastic top pants down and was staring at a massive bulge in tight boxers.
I rationalized the incestuous act, as I again grabbed his dick, “Daddy, I love you and I want to make you happy.”
He began to respond, but groaned, as I fished his cock out of his boxers. “Miranda, I love you too, but….”
“But nothing Daddy,” I said, stroking his cock, “I’m doing to you what Mommy would do to you.”
“Oh shit,” he groaned, clearly enjoying my hand slowly stroking his impressive eight inch cock.
“Would Mommy suck it, Daddy?” I asked, my voice as sweet and innocent as I could make it.
“Oh God,” he said, clearly trying to resist the greatest temptation of his life.
“Is that a yes, Daddy?” I questioned, as I flicked his mushroom cock with my tongue.
“Miranda, I,” he began, but stopped as I took his cock in my mouth, not able to resist it any longer and not wanting to give him any more time to make up excuses. “Oh God,” he groaned a moment later as I began slowly bobbing on his cock.
I just kept sucking him, using all the techniques I had read about and practised. It was as if all the cock sucking was practice for the main event… this.
“Oh honey,” he moaned, a minute later as I created a whirlwind of saliva and bobbed eagerly, “I can’t believe this.”
“Am I doing good?” I asked, taking his throbbing cock out of my mouth and looking up at him.
“Amazing, honey,” he answered, looking down at me. “You’re doing amazing.”
I took it back in my mouth and began bobbing faster.
I hoped he could recover as quickly as my prom date had as I decided then and there that I had to have his first load. I had to let him know that I loved sucking cock and loved swallowing cum. I had to let him know I was willing and able to be his personal cock sucker, his personal cum deposit any time he wanted.
His breathing began increasing and he said, “Oh Miranda, your mouth is like velvet.”
I bobbed faster in response and after another minute he warned, “Oh God, I’m going to come soon.”
I made it clear he could come in my mouth as I bobbed even faster, now taking all eight inches of his glorious dick in my mouth.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he babbled, before exploding his cum in my mouth.
I had never felt so much cum fill my mouth and although I almost gagged, I swallowed it all while continuing to bob on his cock.
I didn’t quit until every last drop of his addicting seed was in my belly.
He pulled out, wordlessly pulled me up, lifted me up and put me on the bed. He said, as he joined me, his reluctance gone, “Now it’s time to return the favour.”
I thought that meant he was going to fuck me, but instead he crawled between my legs and to my pussy and asked, “Any boy ever go down on you?”
“No, Daddy,” I admitted. A couple had wanted to, but I wasn’t interested. But this time, I was interested.
“Good,” he said, before adding, “because this sweet little pussy is mine now.”
The words made my heart beat, my head swoon and my pussy pulse. Before I could respond I felt his tongue on my pussy lips.
“Oh God,” I screamed, thankful all the guests were gone.
His tongue was like a magic wand. A magic wand that knew exactly how to touch every erogenous zone in my nether regions. I couldn’t believe such a unique pleasure existed. And in only a couple of minutes, I could feel my orgasm building like an uncontrollable fire.
“You taste so good,” he said, as his tongue made contact with my clit. “Just like your mother.”
“Oh yes, Daddy,” I whimpered. “This feels so good.”
“Come for me, baby,” he said, as a finger slid inside me. “Come for Daddy.”
More words that drove me wild. His finger exploring inside me, his tongue exploring outside of me had me a blubbering mess. “Oh yes, Daddy,” and “Oh fuck,” and “So close, Daddy.”
And then his finger found the elusive, so elusive I wasn’t sure it existed, g-spot and I exploded. “Yes!” I screamed, unable to say anything else as an orgasm that made the earth move hit me.
My cum flooded out of me, as electric sparks coursed through my very being, making my body burn with pleasure from my head to the tip of my toes.Daddy kept licking throughout my orgasm, an orgasm I wasn’t sure was ever going to end. The orgasm kept spreading through me like a forest fire that was completely out of control.
Finally, the pleasure was too much, his licking too intense and I pushed his head away as I weakly said, “Please, no more.”
He stopped and chuckled softly, “You really are just like her.”
He moved up to me and kissed me again. I could taste myself on his lips and it only enhanced the out of body experience.
I hadn’t lost my virginity, but I had become a woman anyhow.
We kissed for minutes, his hands eventually roaming my body: my shoulders, arms, breasts, and stomach.
I wrapped my nylon legs around him and rubbed them all over his back and ass, sensing this would turn him on… sensing it was what Mom would do.
Then I decided I wanted to get fucked.
No! I decided I had to get fucked.
Fucked by the man I loved.
Fucked by the man who set the bar too high for anyone else.
I had to fuck my Daddy.
Now!!!
I broke the kiss and asked, “Did Mommy ever give you nylon foot jobs?” It was something I had read about in some story I read online somewhere.
He looked at me surprised. “Huh! Oddly, that is something she never did.”
“Well, we better change that,” I purred, as I pushed him up and saw that his cock was semi-erect.
I moved my feet to it and awkwardly put both feet on it. I slowly masturbated his dick as I asked, “Does this feel good, Daddy?”
He moaned, “It feels amazing, honey.”
“Can you get hard for me, Daddy?” I asked, even though I could feel his stiffness growing between my feet.
“Already there,” He nodded, as he grabbed both my feet and began pumping his dick between them.
I purred, “Oh yes, Daddy, fuck my feet. I want to make you happy, Daddy.”
“You’ve always made me happy,” he smiled, sweet as he always is.
“Well, then I want to make you rapturous,” I teased.
“You and your SAT words,” he chuckled.
“I can be a sexy nerd can’t I?” I smiled, with a wicked smile.
“Oh, you are all that and so much more,” he nodded, as he kept fucking himself with my feet.
“Will you fuck me, Daddy?” I asked.
“You sure, honey?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” I answered, and it was true. He was the first man to fit my criteria for a perfect man… because he was that man.
“Your first time should be special,” he said.
“It will be,” I said, “It will be with the only man I have ever loved.”
“But,” he began.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged, my pussy desperate to feel a real cock inside it. “Please, I want to lose my virginity to the man I love more than anything else. And that man is you.”
“Oh, honey,” he said.
I moved my feet away from his cock, spread my legs and begged, “Please, Daddy. Please, make love to me.”
Those seemed to be the magic words.
The words that convinced my father to take my virginity.
He moved back between my legs and warned, “This may hurt, honey.”
“I’ve been practising with the toys Daddy,” I admitted, “and I long ago broke my hymen with a glass Pepsi bottle.”
“Not Coke?” he joked.
“But it was Diet,” I quipped back, before adding, “now I want the real thing,” playing on an old Coke slogan.
“Always witty,” he laughed, as his cock rubbed up and down my already very wet pussy lips.
“I learned from the best,” I moaned, the teasing driving me wild.
“Like father, like daughter,” he smiled.
Unable to resist, I teased, “I got that from Mom.”
“You brat,” he chuckled and then slid his cock inside me.
“Oh yes,” I screamed again, as his dick filled me.
“So warm and tight,” he moaned.
“So big and right,” I rhymed, the geek in me coming out even during losing my virginity.
“I love you, baby,” he said, as he towered over me.
“I love you too, Daddy,” I said back. The moment was so tender and sweet. A moment that stands etched in the memory for a lifetime.
He leaned forward and kissed me again as he began to slowly make love to me.
I kissed him back, our tongues exploring every crevice of each other’s mouth.
Time stood still as we made love.
Time stood still as two became one.
Time stood still as father and daughter became something else… lovers.
I wrapped my nylon-clad legs around him and used the heels of my feet to pull him deeper into me.
He shifted from slow and steady to faster.
He shifted from making love to fucking.
He broke the kiss, lifted himself up and looked me in the eyes.
No words were spoken. Just an unspoken understanding as we saw into each other’s eyes.
Our breathing increased as he slammed into me.
Our breathing increased as I began to buck up to meet his forward thrusts, our bodies colliding together like two cars in a head-on collision… except with much better results.
Our breathing increased as our second orgasms built simultaneously.
“I want you to come at the same time as me,” I moaned, wanting to feel him shoot inside me.
I worried he would protest. I was worried he would be worried about getting me pregnant. But he just nodded and said, “Me too, baby.”
We kept staring into each other’s eyes.
We kept fucking each other, the urgency increasing with each collision.
And then we got insatiable.
“Oh yes, Daddy, I’m going to come,” I declared, knowing I couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Me too, Princess,” he admitted, sweat dripping off his brow.
“Oh yes, Daddy, now Daddy, fill me up Daddy, now, now, now!” I screamed as I felt his cum explode inside me just as my own cum attempted to get out as my orgasm hit.
“Aaaaaaah, yes, baby,” he groaned as he deposited his cum deep inside me.
I never felt more alive than I did at the moment as I milked his cock and allowed his cum to explore inside me and race to my womb.
I knew I was ovulating.
I knew the risk I was taking.
Yet, I didn’t care.
That’s not true. A part of me hoped one of his millions of sperm found a way inside my egg. That way this night would be forever enshrined. That way maybe I could be forever with the man I loved.
Maybe I could completely replace Mommy.
When he pulled out, I felt wetness flood out of me like the river Nile.
He rolled onto his back and I cuddled into him.
No words were spoken.
We both just knew.
Everything had changed.