Mama's Gone (closed)

[StFornicate]

I came home from work that fateful Friday to find a note, from my wife, on my pillow.

"Tommy: I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. Us. I have to go find myself. -Elizabeth"

Okay, so maybe that was paraphrased a bit. But you get the idea. I sat on our bed, and looked around. She didn't even take all her things. We'd been married five years, and now she was gone in the wind, without a warning.

I can't say I didn't expect it. Maybe I always knew this day was coming. I sighed.

"Daddy? Where'd Mom go?" came my daughter's voice from out in the hallway, nervous and worried. Jesus. My step-daughter, Elizabeth's only child. Laila. Just recently turned 18, but not even close to really being an adult. I'd watched her grow into an amazing young woman over the past five years, even though she held on to so many childish things.

Poor kid. She'd be growing up in a hurry. "Laila... Come here, doll," I called out. I was exhausted. I'd spent all day at work, busting my ass. I'm a construction worker, a welder. We're building a new power plant. There's a lot of welding, a lot of overtime.

This new development would mean a lot of changes for the both of us...

 

[RaceyRicey]

"Daddy?" I enquire again. He's my step-father but during my formative years, he's been the one to provide male form of parenting. My birth father left to pursue a career in alcoholism not long after I was born and this man has stuck by us longer than any other potential step-father I may have had in my life.

He's the closest thing I have to a dad.

Yet I know something's up. My mother, I'd just seen crying, carrying a single suitcase to her convertible Mercedes and driving off in a fluster, all without a word to me.

Daddy's not normally home at this hour and I guess he'd come home to surprise Mom but... She perhaps was in a less than receptive mood for his efforts?

He's the sweetest person and lately she's been less than herself. I try to play happy and not notice these things but I do. All I can do is smile sweetly and try to distract myself with other things...

Right now I can only feel concern for my Daddy...

I knock on the door again and edge in quietly. He's just sat there, on the edge of the bed, staring at the mirrored wardrobe in front of him. I sit beside him and wrap an arm around his waist, leaning my head into his shoulder.

Something big has just happened here...

 

[StFornicate]

"Laila..." I mutter, feeling my daughter sit down next to me and put an arm around me. I do the same, my arm coming around behind her, my hand falling on her shoulder. I pull her close, snuggling her small frame to my big one.

"Your mama's gone, doll," I said, the words painful as they fall out of my mouth. I didn't know what else to say. I was still holding the letter, and all I could do was hand it over to her. "I don't know why, and I don't know where she's gone," I said, trying and failing to explain anything.

"I guess it's just you and me now, kiddo," I said, blinking back tears. They were more for her than for me, really. I turned my head and kissed her dark brown hair.

 

[RaceyRicey]

Receiving this letter was like a shot to the heart. I read these words and struggle to comprehend that my mother wrote them. I can sense Daddy's upset and wants to let it out but he's being strong. For me? I hope not. I know this pain.

I glance at the letter and then up at him as he kisses my head. I feign a smile.

"I bet she's just gone to get us all some ice cream. She'll be back and you can smile again. She's just excited you're home early, that's all."

I do my best to comfort him but I can't shake the sense she isn't going for ice cream. Now I can't help wondering how I'm going to find ice cream for him...

I sigh and simply gently stroke his thigh and knee in a soothing fashion as we just hold each other processing it all.

 

[StFornicate]

I had to chuckle at her words. Ice cream? She was so sweet.

"I don't think she's just gone to get ice cream, honey," I replied, feeling her hand on my thigh. I placed my large hand over her small one. "But that really doesn't sound too bad right now. Let me get cleaned up, and we'll go get some, okay?" I asked her, kissing the side of her head again.

I looked down at her. She was so cute, all concerned about me. I put my arm around behind her and snuggled her close.

 

[RaceyRicey]

At least I made Daddy laugh... Though I'm not sure what's funny about ice cream? Daddy wants to go get some ourselves but there's part of me that hopes we'll run into Mom and we can all have a nice time together. Judging from Daddy still sitting with me, holding my hand, maybe I'm hoping for too much?

Daddy says he wants to clean up first but I thought he'd just showered to be all fresh and nice for Mom? Is he that upset?

"Mkay" I say in response; About all I can muster.

That is, until I start pondering what ice cream I want.

"I think I might go chocolate chip cookie dough... Ooh, with sprinkles!"

Again, I'm not sure what part of that made him chuckle, but at least he hasn't lost that. I feel weakened as his hand slips from mine and he gets up to go wash up - or whatever he really is going to do... I just hope he doesn't cry alone in the bathroom.

"Love you Daddy..." I affirm as he hunchedly approaches the door, leaving me rubbing my arm to reduce the goosebumps I've only just noticed are there.

 

[StFornicate]

I smiled softly at my daughter. "I love you too," I said, before walking down the hall to the bathroom to wash the dirt and grime of the day away. I went into the bathroom, got the hot water running, peeled off my dirty work clothes, and got in. The water beat down on my back, and I sighed heavily.

It was just me and Laila now. How... How in the hell was I going to do this? She may technically be an adult, but she was still a kid at heart. She still needed her Daddy around. She still needed her Daddy to be strong for her.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the soap, worked it over my arms and chest and legs. Dirt washed away, down the drain, just like the years I'd spent with Laila's mom. All down the drain.

Shampoo and done and water off, dry off... I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back to my room...

 

[RaceyRicey]

Beaming at his words I let him go clean up, all the while hoping he's strong enough to actually do that and not prone to breaking down. I'm not sure I could handle that...

I lay back on what is now just Daddy's bed with my legs draped over the edge trying to process everything.

A little while passes and I don't hear anything of Daddy in the bathroom so I sneak down the hall to listen in. I can't hear anything so I peek through the keyhole of the door; we have one of those bathrooms that locks with an old fashioned key - only the key's been missing for years!

I see him in the bath. "He's not attempting to-Oh no, he's getting out-Oh lordy, Lails you didn't need to see that! Eek!" my internal voice panics and I scamper back to Daddy's bedroom and re-lay myself back down on the bed.

My internal voice kicks in again: "I could've gone to my room. I don't know why I didn't? Do I just need to be near him right now? He didn't see me just laying here wondering so why would he think this would be any less weird than me standing outside the bathroom? ... I can't believe I just saw that. It's bigger than I would've guessed. I don't get why we needed lessons on those things in school. Oh why did I need to see that right now? Where's your head at, girl?"

In an attempt to blank out the confusion in my head, I simply close my eyes and place the backs of my hands atop each other then drape them over my shut eyes.

"Why am I not thinking clearly?" I think to myself as I nervously await Daddy's return, hoping he knew nothing of my spying on him - no, it wasn't spying, I was checking up on him! I was making sure he's ok!

 

[StFornicate]

I walked into my bedroom, a bit surprised to see Laila still on my bed, lying with her hands over her eyes. Concern for her was my first thought. I quickly made my way to the bed, clutching the towel around my waist. I sat down next to my daughter.

"Laila... Are you okay? I... I know this is hard. If you need to cry or talk or whatever, I am here for you," I said, placing my hand on her thigh.

I really hoped she didn't need to cry. I'd probably break down too.

 

[RaceyRicey]

His hand on my thigh and those comforting fatherly words are all it takes for me. Here come the waterworks!

I start to sob and a few tiny tears trickle down my tiny face. I suddenly feel self-conscious and embarrassed - even moreso than I was when I was spy-no-checking on him...

Now he's in here, in just a towel - after I've seen that - and trying to comfort me. My mother's gone and he's all I've got and I'm so confused it hurts!

I can't bare to look at him or let him look at me either. I swiftly turn away, onto my front and bury my face in his pillow, screaming a little into it, just letting out raw emotion.

I can't help but feel the urge to curl up and bring my knees under me; at this point I'm so overheated I fail to even recognise that my long, double-layer tank top just rode up over my butt exposing just my black leggings underneath.

 

[StFornicate]

I winced as she turned away from me, crying now, and then curling up into a ball and screaming into a pillow. It broke my heart; the pain she was going through was far worse than my own.

"Laila, hey, sweetheart..." I said, hesitant to reach out to her, although I did anyway, my hand falling on her hip.

It was then I noticed the curve of her hips, her butt, practically on display before me in her tights. I blinked the deviant, dirty thought away, but it was lodged in the front of my brain, and an unbidden image joined it...

Her bent over before me, taking my cock inside again and again...

Perhaps it was only natural. I may be her Daddy, but she wasn't my blood. Not that that made it okay.

"Come here, honey," I said, pulling her towards me, rolling her back over. "Cry on Daddy."

 

[RaceyRicey]

My internal voice can't stop: "Is that his hand on my hip? Oh my God it is. Why is that concerning me? Stop it, Laila! That's not why you're crying! How can he comfort me? Especially in that towel... Forget the towel, girl! Just let it all out. He may not have sired you but he's the best you've got right now, let him be there for you..."

I lift my sobbing face from his pillow; my light make-up running a little, eyes bloodshot and teary, forehead sweaty and lip trembling.

Sniffling, I lift up onto my knees before shuffling onto my side and curling into a ball on his toweled lap. I haven't considered pulling my long top back down over my backside. The tears are more important to me at this point. He seems unsure where to put his hand so I pull it around me and under my face; the underside of his forearm pressed gently against my chest. My hands start to just fiddle with his big thumb as I whimper and continue to let raindrops fall from my eyes.

 

[StFornicate]

She curled herself onto my lap, facing away from me, taking my hand and wrapping it around her, her little hand on mine as she cried.

I couldn't help but be distinctly aware of her small breasts mashed against my forearm. As close as we were, I don't think I had ever cuddled her like this. At least, not since she was a child. Certainly not since she'd started to develop her womanly curves.

"There there, it's gonna be okay," I said to her softly, my free hand running through her long dark hair, trying to soothe her.

It was then I realized the physical reaction I was having to the feel of her breasts against me. It had been months since I had had sex with her mother; we'd definitely grown apart in that arena. I was horrified to discover that my cock was rapidly filling and stiffening beneath my towel; beneath my daughter!

 

[RaceyRicey]

I don't know why I felt the urge to lay like this. Daddy and I haven't snuggled in years. Would he even call it snuggling now? Should I still call it that at my age? I don't even know anymore...

Did he just say "there there" to me?

Unlike his words, little as he may be able to muster, tracing my fingers up and down the contours of his twice-the-size-of-mine hand coupled with the strokes of my hair seems to soothe me to the point where I'm just mostly dry sobbing.

Now I'm sensing something different...There's a warmth beneath this towel of his. And - something growing? My eyes open wide to see a bump forming in the towel right in front of my face. I feel the pressure of it under me. Confused, I gasp and slowly turn around to look at Daddy as if to ask what that is... I've never seen or experienced anything like that before!

Now I'm feeling a hot wave course through my body? My face feels like it's burning red? Am I blushing again? Why? What a mess I must look...

 

[StFornicate]

I heard my daughter gasp a bit, and then turn to face me, confusion written across her face. I saw her blush; her pure innocence only served to cause my cock to throb beneath her once more!

Good God but why was this happening? What was it that turned me on so much right now? The mere presence of a female? The fact that just a towel kept my growing erection concealed, and didn't do a very good job at that?

Or was it some secret lust I had denied for too long? For years now I had watched her grow, her body fill out from a child into a young woman.

"It's okay, sweetheart, don't you worry about a thing..." I said, ignoring the obvious arousal that had caused the reaction in her.

"Here, just sit on Daddy's lap..." I said, pulling her small body upwards...

 

[RaceyRicey]

Daddy's blushing too now. Why is he blushing? Is that bump his doing? Was it a secret? Was he supposed to hide it from me? Why do I want to see now? Why the sudden intrigue, girl? Is it because I think it's what I saw in the bathroom?

Why am I still on fire? Everywhere!

Why am I thinking these thoughts? This is the closest thing I have to a Daddy and right now I need him!

I say nothing as his strong arms pull me up to sit properly on his lap. Wrapping my legs around his big body and placing the soles of my feet against each other behind his back, I face my Daddy feeling like a complete mess; suddenly very self-conscious about my hair and make-up. When did my tank top hike up like this? Has he noticed all that hides my butt from him is my thin leggings?

How can he say it's okay? How can he say not to worry? Isn't he worried? We need each other now more than ever... Mom's salary, along with his, is what keeps - or kept this roof over our heads; unless I get a job we might not be able to afford this place anymore...

Why exactly did my mother abandon me all of a sudden? Who could abandon him? He's the best man I've ever known. Granted I haven't known many, but of those, he's certainly the better of the lot.

Why on Earth is this bump getting bigger? And why does it give me nice feelings when it's under me?

I can't do anything but stare uncertainly into Daddy's eyes...

 

[StFornicate]

I took a deep breath as I felt Laila shift in my lap, her smooth legs wrapping around me, and her crotch came directly into contact with the burgeoning erection I was sporting beneath her.

Fuck that felt good. The thoughts that rushed to my mind were terrible, indeed. This girl was not my blood, after all. Her mother had abandoned her, and me, and now it was up to me to take care of her.

But she was hardly a girl... physically, anyways. She was all woman, slender and smooth.

"With Mama gone, that makes you the lady of the house," I said, nestling my face into her long neck. My cock throbbed beneath her, and I knew she felt it from the way she gasped.

Yes, there was really only one thing to do now. If that bitch wanted to leave, fine.

I would claim her daughter in her stead. My hands trailed down her lithe form, my fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her leggings.

"And the lady of the house must serve the man of the house..." I moaned in her ear.

 

[RaceyRicey]

I can't help feeling slightly uncomfortable with this whole situation as I lock eyes with Daddy. His expression seems...Different, somehow. With my hands draped around his neck I begin to wonder why he's not said or done anything about this bump I'm apparently so mesmerised with.

I think there's a part of me that knows what it is but another part that's just curious to find out or confirm my suspicions. Either way I'm still not sure why it's there - or why Daddy's not saying anything about it, but I can't stop thinking about it either, it seems!

Lady of the house? I wonder as he does finally speak. His face makes contact with the skin on my neck. I feel electric. I feel that bump twitch. Those nice feelings rush through me again. I can't help gasping, surprised at myself. As if I didn't feel enough of a mess, I think there's some wetness down there now... That's not happened before! At least... Not since...

What is going on? How embarrassing! I hope Daddy doesn't notice! Maybe if I squirm around a bit he'll let me off and I can just sit next to him again or something?

"Daddy, what's happening?" I enquire, befuddled by this whole turn of events, confused by my body's responses and the sense of pleasure I'm receiving from it - especially this squirming! That's new! Daddy's fingers have just slipped into my leggings? This is definitely some weird dream, right?

He doesn't answer me, but continues on. The lady of the house must serve the man of the house? Does he mean help out? I always help out... He knows this!

"Silly Daddy... I'm always happy to help!"

Why did that come out as a whisper? Why do I have no control over anything my body does now? Why are my fingers slowly stroking his back?

Okay, he's definitely tickling my neck! I have to do some nuzzling or he won't stop! I know this bit! We play this game all the time!

 

[StFornicate]

Her voice was small and willing in my ear, and I could feel the tips of her fingers rubbing along my back. I could feel the heat between her legs right against my erection.

My own fingers dug down, peeling down her leggings a bit, my fingernails scraping across the tender flesh of her ass when I did. She squirmed in my lap, only fueling my desire, and then she nuzzled in against me. The feel of her small, firm tits pressed into my chest was exhilerating.

I couldn't even remember the last time my wife and I had been together like this.

"You're doing great, baby," I said, "making Daddy feel really good..." I said...

 

[RaceyRicey]

That bump really is quite big right now...throbbing and twitching underneath me. Still unexplained... But whatever it is, it seems like it's supposed to be where it is right now, or I'm supposed to be where I am, because it keeps making me feel quite nice. I wonder if it makes Daddy feel as nice?

I'm not sure why but I can't help enjoying these waves of... happiness? pleasure? running through me... Not felt this before, certainly not this strong.

Is there a reason Daddy's basically pulling my leggings down over my butt now? Is he supposed to be doing that? Does he think he's helping pull my tank top back over it? Can't he feel my skin? Silly Daddy...

Then again, he can't see since I'm currently squishing his head between mine and my neck, playing our nuzzling game! Pretty sure this is the first time it's looked like I'll win too! He's not concentrating at all! Suppose, given all that's happened, I can't blame him!

His touch seems to make me a little tingly in places though... That's new...

Why does he smell so nice right out of the shower? He always comes home so sweaty, which is a weirdly wonderful smell in itself, but always when he comes out of the bathroom after a shower, he smells.... I don't know... fragrant? Either way, I like it.

Here comes that inner voice again!!: "Oh God, stop sniffing his neck, Laila! Where exactly are your hands going as well, girl? You go any further south and you're hitting towel!

Stop copying Daddy! ...Wait, he just said I'm making him feel really good? Maybe he wants me to copy him?"

I'm not sure what this new game is, but if he's enjoying it, I guess I should carry on, right? Least I can do after the whole, mother running away debacle of the last hour... Maybe it's the squirming? I know I'm enjoying it for some reason... Maybe he is too? I'll just keep going; besides, I've got to win the nuzzle game!

"Like this, Daddy?" I smile, sweetly, even though he can't see me with his face in my neck! Wait, was that a kiss? Why did it just make me whimper?

"...Daddy?..."