The next morning comes.

Consciousness creeps in with an oppressive warmth, and a softness that seems alien to a man so unhappily married and then widowed. That man is you, and you contemplate the mystery behind these sensations for those debilitating seconds of waking... and then smile as you finally remember.

Isabella's bedroom is still her own, but she sleeps with you now, by your urging. You're both wrapped in generous comforter layers, hiding from the biting cold of the A/C and pressing against one another for additional comfort. It's a sensation alien to both of you: she, who was never allowed a lover, and you, who had spent so many years believing he was married to one. But that living curse, embodied in a mother and a wife, was slowly transitioning to worm food; Ashley couldn't stop either of you, now. You're both naked, also to your stated preference and to make the morning "easier" for her. Your hands carve the memory of your touch, that intimate, parental touch that Isabella is slowly growing accustomed to, into her hips, her inner-thighs, up across her pelvis and flat tummy, between her breast and finally up her neck, grasping her jaw between thumb and forefinger. She was barely three inches shorter than you, but here in this state of absolute vulnerability, why, she feels more fragile than ever. She is an adult in the eyes of the law, but with all the acts you've inflicted, and how blithely she's accepted them all, she seems more child-like, more terribly your victim than ever. You remind yourself that this is to spite the dead woman who likely has no sensation left to recognize your ****. You have to remind yourself of this, lest you be seduced by the tender, fertile flesh in your grip.

That slice of fine meat issues a groan, and you put away that predatory hunger to try and appear the doting father. "Good morning, honey," you whisper before turning her head and kissing her, probing her mouth with your tongue and exchanging your respective morning breaths. They are unclean, naturally, but there is an intimacy in these quasi-foul tastes that is undeniable, a secret gift between a man and a woman. She returns your kiss passionately, and this simple sign makes you harden and press between her thighs. "How do you want your breakfast?"

She groans as she turns around, her arm snaking over you as she presses her ripe little tits against your chest. "I don't know... you said it'll taste different now, right?"

"Yes, especially now that you've been cleaned... you can have it here, or I can put it on your food, but I don't think you'd like it mixed with your eggs." You try to not chuckle at the double entendre hidden there. Her "breakfast", as you've so called it, is what she now believes her mother secretly planted into her food for all her years growing up: your ejaculate, as unfortunate tasting as it might be. All of last night you described, in detail, the complex lie of what was keeping her alive: her mother blowing you every morning, drinking some to sustain herself while also letting a bit dribble into her hand to mix into your cooking for your daughter. Women must consume sperm to survive, or so you've advised her, and being denied it for long can cause early onset of cancers throughout the body. It's a secret shared between fathers and daughters, and then husbands and wives once they've conceived a child, and so of course she had never heard of it: that same, absurd threat of brain cancer looms over even this exchange.

"Dad... how much do I have to do to get it out?" Her face twists at the thought; you now regret shoving some of it in her mouth after it leaked out of her violated sex yesterday, when she found the taste as awful as your former wife had back when she humored your fetishes.

"I already told you," you yawn, "masturbating will spoil the sperm and make it impotent... depriving you of any and all nutrition. Just to be safe, you should do everything you can to get it out... just like mother had to do."

Sighing, her fingers wrap around your cock, squeezing it softly as if it might help her contemplate her course. "But I don't have to drink it all, right?"

"You need to drink at least most of it," you whisper, "or else take it in your pussy or your ass." She still flinches at these ugly words, but says nothing. Logically, she knows now that they're terms of endearment between you two... no matter what she was taught all her life. "You'll absorb the nutrients much better there... and you'll get a good cleaning besides," you remind her.

The pain of your union yesterday is far from forgotten; she shakes her head, and grips your manhood firmly. "I-I'll learn... I'll do it like mom. Just... please go easy on me."

"Of course, sweetie." You smile and plant a soft kiss on her lips before releasing your hold on her neck and chin. You lift the sheets over you both, letting a blast of the cold air vent into the warm pocket your bodies created. She yelps playfully at the sudden chill, and quickly moves down in the sheets to bring her face to level with your angry erection. Hesitantly she gives you a lick, and a kiss, and finally a gentle, testing suckle on the tip of your cock, all barely visible in the darkness of the sheets. Your entire body flexes with the pleasure of this virginal blowjob, but you try to keep your mind steady as she works. Soon she's taking the entire head into her mouth, trying to emulate the procedure you described. You have to admit: Isabella might be a natural cocksucker... but you know you can get far more mileage out of these exchanges. "Honey," you whisper at her.

The shadowy figure at your crotch looks up, and your meat practically drools out of her mouth as she asks, "Yes?"

"It will go much faster if you move your butt up here while keeping your face down there... let's try it now." Hesitantly, she tries to rotate her position, her butt slowly looming closer as she inches her face towards your crotch, trying desperately to approach you from the side despite the fact that you're laying on your back. Not satisfied with her plan, you grab her waist on either side and lift her lower half onto you, earning a surprised yelp from your lover-in-training. Her giant ass looms above you now, sitting atop the skinny thighs and bald cunt that now envelope your head. You savor the musky scent of her sex, barely an inch from your mouth, before giving it a few testing licks.

"Aah, daddy! Why-"

"It'll go faster like this, honey, just keep sucking."

She groans in protest as you suckle her clit, and begin to attack her pussy in earnest, digging fingers into her near-virginal snatch while rubbing her inner-thigh, your tongue and lips swapping between the targets offered. Now eager to not suffer this new **** on her abused vagina, she works to suck you off, jabbing you deep into her mouth and gagging as she instantly regrets her brash approach. She returns to sucking the head of your cock and wrapping her fist around the base, hoping it will serve as well. She's not wrong, as you're left groaning into her crotch, but it causes you to redouble your efforts, your fingers diving down behind the clit to viciously attack what you suspect to be her weak point. Whether or not it is, it's working: her canal grows moist with your efforts, and soon your fingers are gliding knuckle-deep against her spasming vaginal walls. Your own arousal builds as you satisfy her, and you find yourself wanting her to come... desperately. You just have to hold out against her growing, needy moans and her thighs futile attempts to clench your head and prevent your renewed attack on her clit.

"Daddy, please, I... something is...!"

"Just let it happen, baby... we're bonding... now come for me."

"Wuh... what?!"

"You heard me!" You clench her wonderful ass, and use it to press your face deep into her cunt, letting your tongue wriggle madly inside her.

"Aah, aaah, this is... so embarrassing... daddy... I... I'm...-!" Her body quivers, and then shakes violently as she threatens to crush you between toned thighs. You mouth fills with her nectar as her pussy clenches your tongue, and then your face, in a spasming, powerful orgasm, the first you've ever given this daughter of yours; the first of many, if you have your way. It's too much for you... and you come with her, shooting your load into the air at what you presume to be her face. Her body jerks more as you do this, and soon both of your orgasms are spent and subside. Feeling the boiling heat of your lovemaking beneath the sheets, you finally throw them back and off of you, letting her sweaty body roll off of yours. You're left panting beside her, your arm still wrapped around her thigh as you kiss her hip and give her pussy a playful slap.

"See, honey? Worked like a...." You pause to catch your breath. "... like a charm..." You sit up... and blink at the sight of her. She lies on her back, and her eyes remain closed... sealed by your cum. Her hands drift towards the mess that spilled all over her face and into her hair, likely staining the bed too. Each time she touches the goo her fingers find, they immediately withdraw, shaking with a childish expression of being grossed out.

"Ew, ew ,ew!" She's too grossed out to wipe your semen from her face, a trait that she must've picked up from her mother.

"Oh... baby... you wasted it." You give her an audible "tsk-tsk" while rubbing her inner-thigh. "Keep your mouth on it next time... I suppose we'll have to do a cleaning today too-"

"No!" She spits it as urgently as she might have whatever of your seed landed in her mouth, and her brow furrows. "I'm sorry daddy, it's just... the cleanings hurt so much..."

"You've only had one, baby," you coo. "They'll feel better the cleaner you get."

"I-I know, but... but mom got it out and into my food, right? So it's still good..."

You cornered yourself on that one. "Well yes, but I mean you're obviously not willing to drink it off your own face, now are you?"

A pregnant pause... and she sits up, facing you with closed eyes. With a finger and a grimace, she scoops a large globule of your sperm off of her eyelid, and shoves it onto her tongue. Her face twists something awful, but she gives a pitiable swallow, and then another, and then one more to try and get just that down. Despite her disgust, the sight of her throat pulsing to try and get even this tiny bit down is erotic enough to stir your spent cock. "Oh God, daddy, it tastes... it tastes horrible! This was in my breakfast every morning?"

"Sometimes in lunch or dinner, if we missed breakfast. But now that you're clean, you can detect its real taste, so this is pretty unavoidable if you don't take it in your cunt or asshole every day. But honestly, honey, you shouldn't need it mixed with your food anyways: you're a big girl now." You try your best chastising voice, struggling to hide your amusement... or your arousal as she strains to get another finger-full of your seed down her throat.

You'd like to say her unhappiness finally breaks you, but really it's naught but a different opportunity. "That'll do for now, sweetie," you offer, taking pity on her, "but tomorrow you'll need to take the full load... and not waste a single drop. Understand, young lady?"

She nods innocently, embarrassed at her shortcomings.