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Tuesday PM, December 21, 1999

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Story_codes: M/F wife, dad/daughters

My wife and I had been married 12 years when she was first diagnosed with Cancer, and it devastated us both.  It was love at first site, when I met her as a child.  She and I lost our virginity to each other and had been with no others.  The type of cancer she had gave her no hope for recovery.

Even after she was diagnosed, our sex life, particularly Sunday Mornings was unbelievable.  She was always trying new things with me, always suggesting we make love in new ways, such as licking each others toes, fingering each other’s butts, or watching videos.  Sunday morning was our special morning where anything goes.



Sunday Mornings

Written by Scoobster

My wife and I had been married 12 years when she was first diagnosed with Cancer, and it devastated us both.  It was love at first site, when I met her as a child.  She and I lost our virginity to each other and had been with no others.  The type of cancer she had gave her no hope for recovery.

Even after she was diagnosed, our sex life, particularly Sunday Mornings was unbelievable.  She was always trying new things with me, always suggesting we make love in new ways, such as licking each others toes, fingering each other’s butts, or watching videos.  Sunday morning was our special morning where anything goes.

As the disease progressed, we of course had the talks about how I would bring up our two daughers, twins, and at that time, age 9.  I professed I would never remarry, because I truly believed she was the only woman for me.  To my surprise, she agreed.

One Sunday Morning, she was sucking on my cock, rolling my balls around in her hand when she said she was going to miss these mornings.  I said I was too, and she said why?  I said, I’ve always looked forward to the Sunday Morning surprises she always came up with.  She got a gleam in her eye and said, “well, you got another one coming.  Tiffany, Suzy will you come in here please.”  In walked our 11 year old girls exclaiming “Hi Daddy, where your Sunday Morning Surprise!”.

My wife positioned Tiffany next to her on the bed, and told Suzy to straddle my face as she had shown earlier.  I was shocked, not knowing what to do, when Suzy said “Daddy, please smell and lick my little triangle, mommy did yesterday and it felt really good.  I want you to do it, pleeeese.”  On the other end my wife was placing Tiffany’s hands on my balls as she rolled them while my wife gave me head.  It was great.  After awhile, Tiffany took my dick in her mouth and started.  She was a little hesitant, but got almost half of it into her mouth.  My wife rolled up next to me and whispered into my ear how much she loved me and how sexy it was to see me licking her little girl.  She said Sunday Mornings would never change, that her daughters would be continuing the tradition.  She said only on that day could I ever touch the girls in a non-fatherly way, but on those morings, the girls would wake me up.  She then started kissing Suzy and Tiffany brought me to orgasm.  I fell asleep confused but happy.

Over the next couple of months, our Sunday Mornings progressed with my wife teaching the girls all about sex, and how they could never, ever tell anyone.  Also, they were to never make a move on me unless it was on Sunday mornings.  My wife also gave them each a diary-type calendar, with notes in it for certain days of the years to come.  She asked me never to read the diaries, and I never did.

About a year later, my wife died.  I was devastated, and so were my daughters.  Their grandmother came to stay with us for the first month after my wife passed away to help around the house.  She would cook and do laundry, and my little girls would help.  They even showed an eager interest.  Every Sunday, though, one of my girls would ask grandmother to take her shopping, or to church or something.  The other would wake me up and suck on my cock, or straddle me and ride me.  It never stopped.

After that first month, the girls took over the household duties.  I continued working.  As my girls became teenagers the sex on Sunday mornings became even more wild.  On their 16th birthday, which happened to be on a Sunday, Tiffany came in to the bedroom with a jar of Vaseline.  “Oh daddy, today you can put your cock in my ass!  I was astounded, but she got on all fours and begged me to.  As I inserted my semi-hard cock, it moved in effortlessly.  Suzy got behind me and started piching one of my nipples and squeezing my balls.  I fucked Tiffany hard for five minutes, at the end Suzy placed her head between my legs and sucked on my balls.  I erupted like a volcano.  The next Sunday it was Suzy’s turn.

And so it continued on till the girls became young women.  Every Sunday, unless one of us was ill, we had great sex.  On their Eighteenth birthday, Tiffany brought home a strap on dildo, and made love with Suzy, and then me!  On many occasions, they would refer to the list my wife had given them.  But I never saw what was on the list, but it was never boring.  Our life continued this way, on Sunday Mornings it was great sex, on the other days, it was never discussed.  We had our typical father-teenager problems, but not on Sundays.  My wife had made that clear.

Eventually both my lovely daughters married, but didn’t move far from the city.  They both also convinced their husbands that on Sundays, they would come over to my house to help their dear dad out with house cleaning etc.  They claimed it their day with him.  Usually their husbands showed up that evening for dinner with grand dad.

Eventually both my girls had children, Tiffany a little boy and girl, and Suzy one girl.  They were all very good children.  Eventually, Tiffany and Suzy began bringing their daughters over on Sunday Mornings, to teach them how to love their dear old grand dad.

It was not to long after that that I became ill and joined my wife.  And our Sunday Morning continue.











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