My mother died of cancer in the spring of my third year of junior high school. After that, relatives and friends actively lobbied my father, who was in his early forties, to get married quickly.
“If it’s for Mariko’s sake, that’s fine. As for me, I’ll take Mariko’s opinion as my own! As long as the one who marries here can properly cherish Mariko, I have no objections.”
I remember well how my father always replied at the time.
For this reason my aunt asked me to go out and talk about it in detail.
“Mariko! Tell the truth! Your words represent your father’s mood, yo! How’s that?”
That said, I’m really stumped by the question.
For more than half a year after my mother’s death, my father, who was a working man, had to get up at seven every morning and leave the house at eight sharp in order to get to the office before nine o’clock. In addition to making breakfast himself, he also had to wake me up in the morning. Because of my father’s meticulous care but also diluted my thoughts of my mother.
But it’s only when I see my dad clumsily doing chores in the kitchen that I feel deeply.
“It does seem only right that we need a mom to take care of us.”
It’s my job to make dinner, and when I’m hesitant about what to make for dinner, I often dial my dad’s office and ask him.
“What do you want to eat?”
Of course, I often called my dad’s workplace for other trivial matters. I shouldn’t have disturbed Dad’s work like that, but I couldn’t help but ask, so I asked in a symbolic way instead.
“Aces tonight, okay?” This means, “Fish will be eaten tonight.”
Or “I think eating B might be better than A. Whoo!” Which means, “Meat is better than fish.”
Conversations such as these have finally caught on at Dad’s company, and there are even people who envy our father-daughter closeness!
For me, I was extremely uncomfortable with the idea of someone getting in the middle of our intimate father-daughter life, so when my aunt talked about that incident again.
“Anyway, this life is fine for now, and that will wait until after I graduate from high school!”
I always answer my aunt so well.
My aunt is always speaking from my dad’s position and she always expects me to say OK!
“Mariko! Your father is only forty-two years old, besides there are many things you wouldn’t understand, a forty-two year old man needs a woman.”
“So yeah! I’m in charge of making dinner, and when I come back from school, I’m also in charge of cleaning the house and doing the laundry! Isn’t that a woman’s job?”
After answering her in this manner, the aunt said with a smile spreading at the corner of her mouth:
“Mariko, washing, cooking and other household chores aren’t the only things a woman has to do, yo! A woman’s body is also important ……”
“You mean the body?”
“Aye! It’s the body I’m talking about, and it’s never good for your father to have a woman on the outside, or to go up to the Windjammer and do that sort of thing. But to tell him not to do it would be a little too much for a normal southpaw of only forty-two.”
My aunt had kind of run out of things to say, and I couldn’t do anything but blush and listen.
It was the first time I learned about a woman’s special features, but I guess Dad didn’t want to do that with a woman other than Mom!
“But to bring a woman from outside into the house, say what I can’t stand it!”
“That’s because you’re still an innocent girl, you don’t even understand your dad’s needs, why don’t you put yourself in his shoes for a moment? Don’t you feel sorry for dad?”
“Don’t say that, I still think it’s fine the way it is for now.”
After strongly opposing my aunt, I rushed out of the house while crying. Why I was so sad, I don’t know. Tears just flowed uncontrollably.
I came home from a walk in the neighborhood park just in time to see my dad talking to my aunt in the living room.
Knowing it was wrong, I went around to the bottom of the window and secretly listened.
“I’ll say it! It’s really unreasonable for you to seek out Mariko to talk about this. If she can understand a man’s position then she’s an adult. What’s more, say, while it’s a bit inconvenient for a family to be without a woman, how would she understand the inconvenience of that!”
“This …. I didn’t realize ……”
“Yes! She thinks it’s a woman’s job as long as she does the laundry and cooks, alas! I actually really want to remarry, but I still prioritize Mariko’s opinion. So I guess there’s probably no way out of this.”
“What a pity! It was only half a year into the marriage when her husband died in a traffic accident. So she went back to her mother’s house and helped out at her family-run store. So a big beauty is also very easy to get along with.”
“Yeah! Just by looking at the picture I can already feel that it’s a nice person, but never mind! Please stop talking about it, I’m a bit worried.”
“Hey! You talk to Mariko again and see! If you really need to, just get to the point! Bar any more, it’s always your own daughter, she should understand. As for the reply, keep it! You’ll think about it and see before you say anything.”
“Well …. Then …. That’s it!”
Much irrelevant conversation ensued.
Based on this conversation, it seems that my aunt had brought the photos to talk to Dad after I was gone.
With that I didn’t go home right away, quickly moving out from under the window to wander around the park for I don’t know how long before slowly walking home.
The renewal of the marriage was never mentioned again. Papa would not talk about it, and even my aunt, who often visited, never spoke of it.
My aunt lived two stops down from the same train line, and it took her about 20 minutes to get to my house by bicycle. She often made delicious food and shared it with us.
Since Dad felt inconvenienced by the lack of a woman in the house, I learned to do what Mom used to do …. I used to help Dad pour beer, or put away his clothes when he came out of the shower, and so on. Of course in doing so, I didn’t feel like I was serving Dad at all, because that’s the way it should be.
When my aunt came back, my dad kept praising me.
“I’ve got a new wife that does every thing for me properly yo! You see! This yukata of mine is also ironed so flat for me.”
“Oh! That’s not easy, yo!”
“And that’s not all! She even prepares my beer every day and changes my shirt in less than three days. It’s hard to find a wife like that even with money!”
Seeing my dad so happy made me happy too, and it made me determined to make my dad’s life better and happier.
My aunt leaned close to Dad’s ear and said in a voice I could barely hear:
“I say that, but I still can’t sleep with you, can I!”
When I heard them laughing, my head felt like it was electrocuted and my mind went blank. They thought no one heard them, but I accidentally heard them.
At night, when I was lying in bed, the words “stay with me” and “stay with me” were like arrows in my heart, and I couldn’t sleep at all. Of course, I know what “stay with me” means, and I also know that for men, it’s a very happy thing. But for women, I don’t know if it’s really that pleasurable.
On TV or in movies, when a man forcibly enters a woman’s body, most of the women look very uneasy. I think the feeling must be quite painful, and even at the moment when the two of them come together, the woman’s expression is still painful. The wrinkles between her eyebrows let people know that she is in great pain, but she has to endure it in order to make her man happy.
However, I think I would be willing to put up with it if I could make Dad happy by doing what that woman did and never talk about remarrying again.
On the third of May, in the middle of the night the storm kept pounding on the window of my dorm room on the second floor and kept making a mournful hissing noise.
There were two rooms on the second floor, one was about three pings, and the other was my bedroom, which was about two pings. On the first floor, there was a kitchen and a living room that doubled as a dining room with a sofa, and behind the living room, there was a three-square-meter bedroom and a Japanese-style room. In the bedroom, there was a double bed that belonged to mom and dad, and it was a very elegant and quiet room, and now dad was lying alone on the wide double bed to take a rest.
In order for the idea of “staying with us” to materialize, I had to do some thinking beforehand. If I had said “stay with me” out of the blue, my father would have been furious and said, “What are you talking about?”
Now that I have chosen the right time, I have taken advantage of the storm to strengthen my resolve to do what I must do.
I wore floral bikini type panties, but of course a bra was superfluous. I was known in my class for my large breasts, and the boys called me “Big Titty Mom” behind my back because they all wanted to suck on my perky tits.
“Dad! Are you asleep? Dad!”
I purred delicately as I knocked on the door of my dad’s room.
It looked like Dad had fallen asleep after coming back from a night out drinking and having two beers.
(Hmph! Don’t you want a woman? How can I sleep?)
I couldn’t help but sulk.
It was the first floor and there were no windows, so I didn’t feel the storm, but I was determined to wake up Dad.
“Hello! Dad are you asleep? Or are you awake?”
“What’s wrong, Mariko? What happened!”
“Yeah! It’s Mariko yo! If it’s not me then who could it be?”
“What’s wrong?”
“The second floor is too scary for me to sleep.”
“Oh! It’s the storm, isn’t it! I didn’t know a thing about it, and the second floor is okay!”
“So! It’s not good at all. It’s horrible. It’s so horrible you can’t sleep.”
“Yeah? Later!”
It’s locked on the inside and can’t be opened from the outside.
The door opened and Dad looked at me sleepily.
“Sleep with me!”
I didn’t wait for my dad to say a second word, so I flew across next to him and jumped up toward the twin bed.
At the time, I didn’t know what kind of look was on my dad’s face because as soon as I got into bed, I got under the quilt and even covered my head.
“I see, I really didn’t even realize the wind was blowing so hard! I can’t hear a thing in this bedroom, and it’s a wonder I can sleep in a storm as bad as this!”
Dad was alone, talking to himself.
Dad didn’t say anything about my quick dive into the quilt. But the “storm” seemed to imply that I was allowed to do so.
It was as if he was a little drunk! Dad drank the water and then smoked a cigarette alone in the dark. As if he had thought of something, probably this is what it means to have a heart to heart! Maybe Dad has sensed that I want to do something!
But he was probably thinking, “I didn’t know about the whispered words I said to my aunt the last time I hid it from her! Is it possible that this daughter, who is only a senior in high school, is really so bold?
This daughter was far more mature than he thought she was! Dad didn’t seem to realize this. Because parents always treat their children as if they were elementary school students.
After a long time, judgment seemed to have slumbered in Dad’s heart. The smell of wine and cigarettes wasn’t so unpleasant anymore.
Dad finally went to bed, and I wanted to force myself to put my “mommy” breasts on him, but I didn’t feel comfortable doing so. Finally I did, and it was a delightful feeling to watch my dad’s hands panic and wonder what to do.
Am I a delinquent girl?
Am I the gentle and well-behaved daughter that Dad wants?
This is just to stop Dad from thinking about getting married, and it’s a way for me to repay him for his kindness.
The next move was a decision I made after full and thorough observation of my dad’s reaction.
The realization that Dad showed the night of the storm no longer treated me as a daughter, in his subconscious I was just a real woman, and with that knowledge I planned my next step.
So one night after about four more days, I made up my mind like I was jumping off a stage in Clearwater and walked outside my dad’s bedroom.
“Dad! Are you asleep?”
I knocked on the door and called him loudly.
Dad was still awake, probably reading a book! He opened the door for me as soon as I knocked.
I crossed my arms over my stomach and stood motionless in front of his door, watching him.
“What’s wrong? Mariko, what’s wrong?”
Dad took me by the shoulders and looked closely at my face.
“I have a stomach ache ….. Wow ……”
“Oh! When did it start?”
“About an hour ago, took pills, but they didn’t work.”
“Where does it hurt?”
“Well …. There …. Oh …. It’s here! It’s hurting, Daddy! Rub it for me and see! A hot rub might help …….”
Determined to do it, I lay down on the bed without waiting for my dad’s answer, and “Oooooh… Oh…” I screamed.
No parent in the world would ever watch their daughter suffer without asking, so I took bold action.
“Do you really have to rub it in? ……”
Daddy really doesn’t want to rub me? Hmph! Still being polite? Suddenly I’m a little disgruntled.
So Dad laid down next to me and and put his hand near my stomach and felt around.
“Ughhhh …. Quick …. Knead it!”
I squealed spitefully.
“Eat what?”
“No! Same as daddy eat ah! Ah …… this way I am very comfortable ……”
“It can’t be too cold to freeze!”
“Well …. I don’t know ……”
Tonight I wore my loose-fitting yukata, and after tying it with a thin belt, I tied a knot in the front, which I always tie higher up, so Dad’s hand was just below the knot.
“Use more force yo! Dad rubbing the city weakly like this won’t work, it should be harder like this ……”
I pressed my hand against Dad’s and pressed hard so that Dad’s hand was pushed inside my bathrobe, which was part of my plan.
There was a sudden pause when my dad’s hand touched my skin, but I pretended as if nothing had happened and continued to push against his hand, letting him keep stroking my skin.
Because of the incessant stroking of the hands, the clothes gradually loosened up, and with the loosening of the clothes, the entire lower abdomen had been completely exposed.
“It hurts! Daddy can you do it harder?”
By now, I had removed my hand, and Dad himself automatically continued to caress the skin near my stomach.
“Hmmm …. It doesn’t seem to be there yeah, it seems to be the whole abdomen I think! Let’s expand the scope of the check again and see, because I can’t even be sure exactly where it hurts.”
“Call a doctor or send an ambulance! If it’s a weird pain it’s going to be too consequential, and it would be nice if your mom was around at this time.”
Dad’s face looked helpless.
“Bummer! Don’t send an ambulance! It’s not as bad as you think, Daddy’s hand is warm, just touch it like this, a little closer.”
“Like this?”
Dad’s eyes must have seen the white panties inside the yukata. I purposely raised my legs to make the yukata looser and looser, while being able to easily reveal the tantalizing white panties.
“Doesn’t it get cold when you don’t cover anything?”
As soon as Dad finished, I got under the quilt. Dad also felt my cold skin and with that also got under the quilt and lay beside me.
I put up a fight and went out on a full holler against all odds.
It doesn’t hurt at all, but you lie and scream, “It hurts… It hurts…” It was the first time since I was born that I had ever had the hands of a person of the opposite sex (and my father was still a person of the opposite sex to me) touch me in such a way, so I know that I was breaking out in a cold sweat of nervousness.
Dad seemed to check in and asked me worriedly.
“Trunks is sweating in pain.”
“No …. Not really, I’ve gotten better this way.”
To make it easier for my dad’s hands to move, I leaned my face against his chest, giving way only to my panty-clad lower half.
Dad rested his left hand as a pillow and stroked my belly with only his right hand. Me! What a gutsy daughter, but I am determined to replace everything my mom has done for my dad’s sake and for mine, so I don’t want to stop what I’ve done so far at all.
“Daddy doesn’t seem to be where the stomach is, feel again a little lower down!”
When Daddy’s hand slid down to my belly button, incredibly, I went “Aah!” I made a sound.
“Well …. Just a little bit further down! Maybe the lower abdomen? Maybe where the intestines are, ah …. Yeah it’s that way …… Feel harder!”
Dad kept moving exactly as I coaxed him to.
However, what I mean by there is the hairy “Black Forest” area, which is even lower than the belly button and underneath the entire abdomen!
Dad might have stopped his hand from moving on if he’d seen this place, but luckily, covered in quilts he couldn’t see it.
Dad should have smelled the silk essence of my hair! There’s a book that says that men are attracted to the scent of this moisturizing silk essence, and others say, “That’s the smell of a woman.”
It took a lot of time & effort to make this plan work, and now I am no longer Mariko, but a stand-in for my dead mother.
The aunt who used to come to the house in order to persuade Dad to remarry used to say so:
“Really! Mariko is a true replica of her mom! It’s not just her face, but also her voice, her posture, and so on!”
Auntie made me sound so much like mom. Dad must have wanted someone like mom to be with him too!
“Well …. Daddy …. Seems like it hurts a little bit down there yeah! Uhm …. Harder on this spot!”
In order to make my dad mad sooner, and to replace my mom sooner, I lured my dad’s hand with my own to the “mysterious dark forest” area.
Now Dad’s hand is definitively over this piece of paradise.
I could feel a breeze blowing above these pubic hairs, a different sensation that was both nerve-wracking and arousing.
“There it is, you press hard from the bottom up to see. Ah! No …. Hmmm …. That’s it …. Press harder …. Oh …. Turns out it’s the bowel area.”
At this point, Dad wasn’t very brave exploring with his hands, and by the hot breath coming out of his nose, I could sense that he was slowly getting the illusion that he thought I was Mom.
“Yeah! Now I’m not your daughter Mariko, but your close other half, yo!”
Dad’s hand was gradually invading the pubic hair and was moving down slowly, step by step, when I withdrew my own hand and swung it naturally around Dad’s waist, wrapping it around him.
Wow! It’s so comfortable! I finally realized that the feeling wasn’t as painful as the women I saw on TV, it was really good.
I’m not beating myself up at all.
It’s not Mariko that Dad’s hugging at the moment, it’s the mom he fantasizes about. If you think about it that way, why should I blame myself? I don’t think it’s necessary at all.
“Ah …. Ah ……”
I couldn’t help but let out a sensual moan of pleasure.
Dad’s finger came to the most dense pubic hair, as if from the mountain all of a sudden fell into the bottom of a deep valley, at this time the valley immediately gushed out a lot of fresh water, his finger just so leisurely swimming up there.
I couldn’t calm down anymore, the pleasure like an electric shock filled my lower body and my waist kept shaking.
At some point, Dad’s fingertips went from one to two and just kept twitching in the valley.
At this point, as if it were clear that Dad had decided he was in the same boat, he drew out his pillowed left hand and stroked my head, my ear.
When the finger was inserted into the hole of the ear, the soothing pleasure couldn’t help but electrocute one’s whole body, and I don’t know how, but the feeling made one feel like floating.
And the hand underneath, was tweaking the little hill in the valley, and the pleasure from above and below flowed through her body like an electric current.
“Oh …. Daddy …. Oh ……”
I called out without thinking, and then I gripped onto my dad’s body as hard as I could, as if I would fall apart if I didn’t.
“Oh …. Mariko ah ……”
Dad was calling my name too.
“Dad …. Oh ……”
“Mariko …. Mariko …. Oh ……”
Dad and I kept calling out to each other.
(From today, Mariko will do everything instead of mom.)
I thought this, but didn’t say it out loud.
(So please don’t even think about bringing a new mom into the house!)
Although I didn’t say these words, but even if I wanted to, I couldn’t make the right sound on my throat, only a groan.
“Hmm! Awesome! Really great yo …. Daddy …. Mariko is really cool now, yo! Oh …. It’s great. …. Faster …. Faster…. Faster ……”
“Here? Is this it? Good boy. Mariko is great. …. Oh …. My sweet Mariko. ……”
“Dad …. I… My stomach has healed …. So you can do whatever you want yo! Mariko really likes dad, really anything you want to do is fine, Mariko will always be yours, always be your wife.”
“Mariko, you child ……”
The moment Dad pulled his fingers out and rolled onto his back, I was inexplicably aroused as well.
Dad rolled over and sat up, then lay down again and backed his body up to my waist, then he spread my legs and bent over and put his face close to …. my private area.
The yukata was not fully worn, so that the breasts, the stomach, the lower body, all of them were in front of Dad’s eyes, whose right hand was caressing the large breasts that I was so proud of.
As he squeezed my huge breasts, the pleasure surged again, and Dad’s mouth was right “there”.
“Ah …. Ah …. Dad! What for! …. Dad! What are you doing!”
Dad wasn’t just trying to kiss it like I thought he would. In fact, he was rimming it and licking it hard.
Oh …. The tip of my tongue was also gradually entering the valley, and in this bottomless pit, that tongue was licking and licking, pumping back and forth. The beauty of that feeling was something I had not experienced since birth.
After poking his fingers through the hills on the left and right, Dad revealed the one little nugget of flesh. I couldn’t see the action, but I could visualize it.
Not for a moment, Daddy gently nibbled at this hard ball of flesh with his teeth, and then a moment later he used the tip of his tongue to tease it, and then a moment later he sucked on it.
I tried to grab at Dad’s body, but it was too far away for me to get a grip, so I clenched my fists to resist the incessant spasms of electricity. Oh! Wave after wave of this pleasure hit me, and I was afraid I was going to go crazy.
Whether it was a pillow or a quilt I grabbed in my hand later, I’ve forgotten.
Dad gasped for cloudy, hot breath while repeating what he had just done.
“What’s going on …. What’s up ……”
What will happen next time, what kind of fresh pleasure will happen, I really don’t know, so I can only ask off the top of my head.
When Daddy left his mouth there and moved his body closer to mine.
(I’ll be Daddy’s wife soon!)
I thought like this.
I was unexpectedly calm when Daddy he inserted his rod there.
Now he’s no longer my father, and I think about how a woman calls her mister when she gets married. And what am I going to call my father when I become his wife? But I didn’t call him anything.
Since I wasn’t just any new bride, it didn’t seem like he needed to be called anything to Daddy, I guess! Just make love to him.
(Sorry ….) I don’t want him to say things like this to me either, just keep quiet.
Now I’m not just a wife, a daughter, and a high school student.
Since that night, I’ve been letting my dad cuddle me to sleep every night, and my desire to have sex is growing by the day, and lately I’ve been the one asking my dad to have sex with me.
“Okay? You really don’t have any homework to do?”
Looking at me, who had long since gone to bed and waited, Dad always asked that.
To make my dad happy and for my own desires …. sex with my dad, I go straight home after school and don’t go there. Then quickly finish my homework, prepare dinner, and pour a beer waiting for Daddy to come home.
Dad doesn’t even drink out or stay out at night these days, he has taken me to his heart and he has been such a good husband and lover to me.
Dad also taught me from time to time the ways of husband and wife’s bedside manner, the secrets of making love, etc. I also decided that I would be the most charming and the best wife for dad.
As for marrying someone in the future, not once did I think about it. I’m just happy being a high school student, a daughter, and a wife every day.
I love it, the thrill of having sex with my dad, it’s really good, it’s great! ……..