Sara

You awaken to the sound of your door opening. “John? Are you awake?”

You hoist yourself to a sitting position. “Why wouldn’t I be, sweetheart? What’s up?”

Sara pushes into your room. She’s wearing a babydoll nightie of pale blue. You’re wearing your boxers. Luckily, years of living with daughters has broken you of the habit of sleeping nude.

“John. Are you sure you’re awake?”

You wonder how one can be unsure of that. “I’m here, sweetie. What do you need?”

The girl perches on the edge of your bed, biting her lip nervously. “It’s just that… well…”

You take Sara’s hands in your own. “Sweetheart. You know you can tell me anything. I will always love you. No matter what.”

Just as your mother would have… Shut that thought down.

Sara’s posture instantly relaxes. “I know, John, I know.”

Without warning, the girl kisses you fiercely. Shocked, you try to pull away, but Sara has her arms wrapped around your head and she possesses a surprising strength. You’re surprised to realize that your boxers have been removed. Sara is pushing your hands inside her nightie, and you are again surprised to feel that your daughter has become a woman.

“Sara,” you gasp. “This is… we can’t… this is wrong!”

“Wrong?!” says the girl. “Is this more wrong than mom being wrenched from us? More wrong than you being left alone, and us without a mother?”

“Um,” you say. You are having a hard time concentrating. “No, not more wrong that that. But wrong, nonetheless.”

Sara seems taken aback. She pulls back slightly from you. “Oh, god, you’re right. What kind of daughter am I?”

Foolishly, you seek to console her. “You’re the best daughter, of course.”

Sara brightens immediately. “I am the best daughter. I’ll show you.”

Sara pushes you down, and slides until she is curled around your mid-section. Her face is now above your hard shaft. She licks it once, twice, thrice, before lowering her mouth on it. You are lost.

Sara sucks up and down your shaft a few times. “You like that, John?”

“Y… yes.”

Sara smiles and resumes her work. You’re mesmerized by the sight of the auburn hair bouncing as her head moves up and down your shaft.

You vaguely realize you have to make a decision.