Where death can lead

A sudden death leads to a reality I’m not sure I wanted.

I’m not good at writing things out, so I apologize for punctuation and run on sentences. It’s been a few years since these events took place, but we will go back a bit further.

My mother had me Young, like 17 young. She was also a traveling nurse. Our relationship was always odd, I just didn’t understand how odd. She always compliments my looks and when I was younger, let’s just say barriers were very lax.

At 29 I would find myself in OIF, climbing a guard tower with a battle when his rifle would discharge and fire down into my abdomen and out my “ass area” After a few failed surgeries and attempts to make things as they were.
This ultimately left me with a bag type setup on my chest /stomach area. As the damage was extensive, and during the year or so and operations some of my feeling in my legs was damaged.

That altered my path I was on, and sent me back to the civilian sector.

This is where I met a rehabilitation nurse. River. I had to do an excuse me come again. Yes I heard right, River was her name. *I’ll have to alter other names due to how specific her is*

She and I would meet three times a week for physical rehab. I was absolutely in love with her. She didn’t just smile, she smiled with her eyes. She blew me away in every facet of her being. She had blonde hair green eyes and was all of 5’5, most of that was legs. Flawless and thick, you could tell she played softball. Not to sound shallow, but she had a gorgeous set of tits. Bordering on a C cup and “still” perky.

I say still, because she came with a certain type of baggage. While I was now going on 31, River was 28 soon to be 29 with an 11yr old named Autumn. I only say baggage because she let having a child weigh down what she felt her value was. I’m not chopped liver, but she would be an 8 out of bed and a 9 dolled up. I’m a 6 across the board. In no realm should I have nabbed her attention.

I had my own baggage in the form of the bag hanging off my belly. It destroyed my view of myself and prob my rating for myself. I’ve got a “movie smile” and a good sense of humor though. Baby blue eyes and another blessing south of the border help bolster my average looks and rather skinny build. 6’1 just barely coming in at 190 lbs.

I’d like to think it was my amazing sense of humor that landed her, but the one miracle or blessing/silver lining is the nerves to my dick decreased sensation but did not stop my ability to get and maintain an erection. During one of our therapy sessions after I had fallen for her, he introduced himself. It’s no record breaker but at just under 8 inches and girthy, it was enough to peak her interest in my sweatpant wearing self.

She was completely unfazed by the scars or the bag on my body. She only saw me, and was ravenous for me. The decreased sensation led to some real marathon sessions. Just as I couldn’t get enough of her, she couldn’t get enough of me. Our ability to communicate was off the charts and we just clicked. We would marry just after her 31st birthday. The next few years were bliss.

I spent these years completely subjugating her in the bedroom. Her dominance she exuded in public, immediately shrank in the bedroom, and while it wasn’t my kink I leaned into it and learned to love it. She had a special collar that said good girl. While wearing it she was a complete animal. She was now a cum craving, any hole available slut. I was daddy and she needed like Pavlov was ringing a bell.

Outside of the bedroom we were also thriving.

I was pulling in my VA disability and another 2,200 from a rental property (her former home) and some sports betting and casino /poker trips. This paired with her nursing money we eliminated all of our debt and immediate family as we lived out our idea of the perfect life. LOTS of TRAVEL. We were always at some beach or family event.

The daughter didn’t immediately warm up to me, but her father had an aneurysm. So not exactly replacing a shitty dad, trying to fill the shoes of a pretty decent guy.
Around 15-16 when learning how to drive she gave me my first I love you too. It was a great moment for my heart.

In the summer of 2013 we took a trip down to a beach in SC. It was one of the last summers before Autumn turned 18. We found a fairly good sized megalodon tooth, among other core memories. On the drive back to WV, my life course shifted to the reality I’m still processing. Autumn asleep behind me. My wife River, fully reclined beside me.

It looked like someone pulled over up ahead, and jersey barriers to my left. So I slowed down from the 70 I was going. I soon realized, albeit too little too late, this wasn’t a stationary car, but someone traveling the wrong way with very dim headlights.

A drunk old man took the love of my life from me that night. Autumn, other than the psychological damage was thankfully spared any true injures. I wouldn’t fair so well and reaggravated my injuries with legs. I also broke my dominant arm, and dislocated my leg at the hip. Broken mentally and physically, we had to call on my mother to help around the house. By the time I was released to home care, my mother had already done getting the funeral arrangements setup. My wife detested a large event and we kept it small accordingly.

My mother would stay with us, and Autumn would delay her departure for college. I was resigned to a wheel chair until the cast came off. The weirdness of childhood would soon come flashing back now that I was injured. My mother insisted on helping bathe me during thar time, but just like when I was younger. My mother destroyed normal boundaries. Regardless of being my mother, having my dick rigorously cleaned resulted in it bulking up.

*I hate writing about this part, because I still don’t know how I feel about it.*

“Mmm just like your father, such heft”
Sitting in my shower chair, I watch as my mother pours a Batman cup of water to rinse my dick of the soap suds. She then gripped me under my balls and around my shaft and took into her mouth. I’d love to say I said wtf are you doing and shoved her off me. But at this point I hadn’t masturbated or had sex in months. It didn’t take long before I started to tense up, she took it down to the base and licked my balls. I was now shooting cum down the throat of my mother.

She swallowed, finished up my shower and as if she didn’t just suck my soul out, said. “Feel better?”

A few days went by before she did anything fucked up again. While Autumn was upstairs, she got me before dressing me for our shopping trip. “You’re going to need this” she proceeded to gobble my dick up like it had the cure for whatever ailed her. I was standing for this so I placed one hand behind her head and fucked my mother’s face. Before I could cum she asked permission, which still has me fucked up. “Do you mind if I feel it again”. I don’t recall her ever fucking me. So it must be something from my teen years.

I just nodded, she slid her leggings down to reveal a wet and wanting pussy. There wasn’t a saying no. I lined up with her box and inched in. I don’t feel like we made noise, but it also feels like a time blur. My mother cooing from her orgasm, my phone lights up on the dresser.
Autumn- “ you two done”

Did she hear us? Oh fuck…

A-“I know it can take a minute to get you taken care of gimpy”

Shew, just her usual smart ass banter. However this needs to end. My cast is coming off soon and my ability to walk unassisted no longer necessitates my mother’s presence. After our shopping trip, I inform my mother that while I was thankful for her help, she can go home. It wasn’t a suggestion but a request.

My mother obliged, we hugged and she tried to kiss me and I shied away. I just wanted to go back home and properly grieve. Home life had this angry elephant in the room, and it never let up. Autumn too was upset, but also seemed mad at me. We kinda just existed around one another and lived off takeout for a month or two.

Her birthday was fast approaching, we knew we had to get out of our bubble. She put on her social mask and visited other family members for her birthday and I didn’t leave my bubble. She came home around 3am still very drunk with her friend Lana. I was playing video games and uninterested in trying to communicate with a drunk.

While take a break from gaming, to reload the bong and research sports, I heard it. Lana and my daughter were moaning but also the rhythmic slap of bodies meeting.
Curiosity had me ninja toe down the hall and at the base of the stairs. I slowly walked backwards up the stairs, hoping her door wasn’t shut, a full length mirror should give me a view of the bed. I saw the what and why, Lana is they/them. She was fucking my daughter. FUCK, Autumn while enduring her back shots caught my gaze in the mirror.
I slunk away with haste and climbed back into bed, I didn’t know what to do, but pretend I never saw anything.

The next day Autumn wasted no time shutting down my good morning attempt.
“Wtf was that about?”
My silence seemed to only further enrage her.
“I gave you your goddam privacy when you fucked Your Mother!”
“I can’t fucking believe you”
I didn’t know.
“Didn’t know what?!”
About Lana being a well, not a well.
“Trans, yeah SHE is, but that doesn’t give you a reason to spy on me”
I’m sorry, I also didn’t know you knew about my mother. I think it’s been a long series of abuse, but I never wanted you to hear that.
“It’s never been easy to not hear when you’re fucking in this house.”
She cooled down and apologized for biting my head off a few days later and we both talked.

I explained best I could what happened with my mother, and how it’s part of why I am the way I am. She told me she didn’t really have an opinion on it, was more so mad I interrupted her focus on cumming that night. Lana came quick and the opportunity didn’t come back up. A few laughs and a lot of tears later, we decided we would crack open the tequila River had left behind. It was her special occasion tequila, but we needed to cut the sadness.

Turned on Wolf of Wallstreet as background noise and did shots while exchanging stories about my wife her mother. Much laughter and somehow movie still going we finally retire to couch to watch it. The copious sex scenes and Margot Robbie’s facial similarities got me worked up. I adjusted myself so it wasn’t immediately apparent I was rocking wood. Autumn stretched her legs across my lap just south of my issue. As she shifted, and continued to get closer to the issue I was struggling to contain. She popped up and said “you should get your bong. I’ll find a different movie”

She’s never been a fan of the smell, so I thought this peculiar, but bought me time for things to dissipate. When I got back she had switched us to The Big Lebowski. “I grew bored with our wolf story, figure this would be the appropriate movie for my first time.”
Mentally shook. I manage out, What?
“Yeah I’ve never done it before” an ever so slight inflection on done.

Trying to hide any level of being shook in my voice, I ask.
I would have thought surely by now?
“I’ve never liked the smell, but it seems to help your mood, you’re a fucking grouch without it”

Ok, so we are on same page, she’s wanting to get high.

“Well shit, I’m still wearing my day clothes trying to get me dude on and get high dressed like I’m headed to the store. I’ll be right back, clean the bong out please and we can pick up where we left off”

Now I’ve seen her pajamas before, I knew what to expect. Long fuzzy pajama bottoms and an oversized tshirt. She came down in someone else’s pjs. My wife’s.
While similar, my wife wore cotton boy shorts/boxer brief types to bed and a male large shirt. An old Lucky brand shirt of mine. Her tits would kinda stretch the shirt, it was also a sight to see when she came to bed.

But now coming down the stairs I see the peach colored fluffy cotton boy shorts coming down the stairs. That familiar lust for my wife was there, but as Autumn came into view it was washed away. Unlike her mother she was not blonde, rather long dark black/brown hair. Also contrary to her porcelain skinned mother, Autumn had a natural sun kissed tan thanks to her father. She was a little Pocahontas to her mothers Stepford Wives.

Also counter to her mother, she was well over a C cup. My old shirt was struggling to contain her. My wife had long ago trimmed the shirt to not be a tent on her. Autumn was spilling out from underneath it. Two inches taller and thicker than her mother, the shorts weren’t loose but hugging her curves.

I was mentally controlling my line of sight and she exclaimed, “alright let’s fucking do it”. Once again with an inflection or maybe it’s the shots earlier. I reassembled the bong and said alright let’s see what you’ve got then. She raised her eyebrows at me and announced, “last one into living room has to get drinks” while hurdling the couch.

I handed off the bong and went back to get something non alcoholic. Two sprites it is! I exclaimed. As I walked back into living room she lets out a massive hit. No coughing fit, or anything to lead you to believe she just let that out. Wait, what the fuck, you liar! She just burst out laughing, “you and mom have been smoking pot as long as I can remember. When I say I don’t like the smell, I mean that it leaves on you”

OMG, you little shit. So when was your first time? I inquired. “I’ll trade questions with you” she offered back
Fine, I want to know if you were sneaking behind our back and smoking our shit I said with a chuckle.

“NO, I didn’t smoke your stash. My first time was with Lana and I was 16” she retorted.
Wonder which first time that is, I fired back jokingly.
“That’s another question, and both that day, now I get two questions”
Still going over that answer in my mind I take a hit. Fine, ask away, I whisped out.
“What’s this collar about, was she your sex slave?”

Well, for one, that’s your two questions. Secondly, you shouldn’t be in your mother’s closet, or at the very least not the black box. Onto your answers, the collar was her transition to submit. No she was not my slave. My turn.
“Fuck that’s not fair, that was phrasing!”

Have you done any harder drugs I pressed. Trying to change the direction

“Nope, nothing to see there, wasting shots. Was she always a freak?’

Alright, alright you’re doing the most.
”I’m serious, I’ve always had questions about what exactly went down”

She was wild, but once the collar was put on, she had to listen to me. So I used that power to train her to be even more of a freak. I trained her.

“Wow, that’s a lot of power for one strap of fabric.” She joked
It only has the power the wearer gives it, I replied.

She dangled the collar, “what would a new students first order be” while snapping the collar around her throat.

The first thing is always oral, she would get on her knees and begin learning worship. Without missing a beat Autumn turned up the Lucky shirt exposing her heaving tits. Dropped to her knees and pulled my cock out. With the same fervor of her mother she worshipped my dick. She never took off the collar that weekend.

She dates guys, but still comes over and puts on her collar. She is daddy’s good girl now. She craves my cum, she’s had her asshole stretched and fucked, she spent hours in the sex swing as my personal cum dump. 2020 allowed us to take her training to a whole new level, and went 8 months with the collar on.

At this point she’s so cock brainwashed she doesn’t require the collar. If I get so much as a dick imprint in my pants, she’s wanting to service me. Always says yes sir or daddy, even in front of the guys she dates. She’s been getting guys worked up lately then leaving them blue balled just to come home and be daddy’s slut.

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