Date: Thu, 29 Feb 2024 14:47:32 +0100 (CET) From: Keith Castello Subject: My Dad the Widower - Chapter 1 (Revision) ----- This is a work of pure fiction. Check the URL of what you're reading--if any of the words in the URL offend you, stop reading. I don't condone or encourage recreating the acts in this story in real life--in fact, I strongly discourage it! Though I have no problems with people indulging their fantasies through fiction, where the people aren't actually real. Feedback welcome at ----- Chapter 1 We had been on the road for over six hours. The whole ride had been quiet, save for the radio. Daddy set it to a station that plays only country music when we left, and he hasn't changed it since. I don't mind country music, but I know daddy loves it. He doesn't like it when we notice, but he always sang along to it under his breath, when mom was still alive. But today, he didn't sing along at all. I glanced over at him quite frequently and it seemed like he wasn't even listening to the radio at all; his mind was somewhere else. I'm so worried about daddy. I don't recall a single good day he's had since mom passed away. Even before she did, when she was spending those last few weeks in the hospital, daddy never had a good day. Of course, daddy was never the jolly type, but you could still tell when he was having a good day. He just moved with purpose. He had many days like that before mom got sick. Daddy just always seemed...sure of himself. He held his head high, he was always in control, and he always had a steady hand. It's that quality about him that made him the rock we needed as a family. But those days are gone. I hope we get them back, if only for daddy's sake. He just seems happier, or like himself more, as that man. These days, it seems like he's being constantly pulled apart from all directions. And it shows in his face. The bags under his eyes look much more worn. His entire face looks worn---gray, almost pallid. I just wish there was something I could do. Our latest debacle seemed only to have worsened his state. Just two weeks ago, daddy told me we had to move, something about trouble with the mortgage. I must admit, I barely understood much of what he said; he lost me when he started talking about mom's hospital bills. But it looked very difficult for him. He held my hand when he broke the news, and he was fighting back tears the entire time. I have never wished more than then that I could take daddy's pain away, but all I could do was stroke his hand comfortingly as he held mine. And so I find myself on this silent car ride with daddy. The sun had already set about an hour ago, and this road couldn't look more middle-of-nowhere than it does now. There weren't any streetlights, and the only light I could see was a red neon sign a few miles off. I was able to make out what it read as we got closer: `motel'. Daddy started slowing down at about a half mile away, until he finally pulled in, still not uttering a word. There were only two other cars there where daddy parked the car. He shut off the engine and uttered his first word in hours. "C'mon," was all he said. As I got off the car, I looked around. The place was barely lit, and it could use a fresh coat of paint. Daddy popped open the trunk to grab our bags. "You okay?" daddy asked as he put his arm around my shoulder. "Mm-hmm," I replied. From the tone of his voice it seemed like he had been talking the whole trip. "We're sleeping here tonight, daddy?" "Yeah, buddy. We're only halfway to the new place and I don't really wanna drive at night. That okay?" "Sure." Daddy pinched my cheek as we headed toward reception. I didn't mind that we had to sleep here. I'm just glad daddy can finally get some rest, little as it seemed to help these days. We got to the door and daddy ushered me in. It was a small lobby, if you can even call it that. It was dingy and dimly lit. Behind the counter was a plain girl with a nose ring. She put down the magazine she was reading as we approached the counter. "Room for two, please," Daddy said. "I'm sorry sir, but we only have a single available." "Oh," daddy muttered. He turned to me and asked if I minded sleeping in separate bedrooms. I shook my head just as the receptionist cut him off. "Uh, sir, we only have *a* single room available. Just one." Daddy gave her a perplexed look. "You sure?" daddy asked, gesturing to the building outside. "`Cuz there're just a couple other cars here, and you got three whole floors full `a rooms-" "That whole building's under renovation. Something wrong with the drainage; you wouldn't wanna stay there, sir. You'll have to stay in one of our older rooms upstairs." "I see...and a single's all you have? I don't think my son and I are gonna fit in a single twin bed." "I'm sorry sir, but that's really all we have tonight." Daddy sighed. "Alright. Guess we'll take it," he said. He looked down to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulder. "It's just for tonight, buddy." I smiled and nodded. The receptionist gave us the key after my dad filled out a form. Then he grabbed our bags, swung my duffel over his shoulder, and headed for the stairs, me in tow. We got to the top floor landing, and I noticed that there were only three rooms down the hall, all on one side. "We're in 303," daddy blurted out, slightly out of breath. As we approached our room, I noticed that the rooms seemed pretty close together. Just how small were these rooms? I wondered. We entered our room and I was a little surprised to see that the room was less than twice the width of the bed, which was sitting in the corner. There was about a 12-inch gap between the foot of the bed and the old-fashioned radiator set against the wall, and beside the bed was a quaint little nightstand. The centerpiece was the bed itself--it was a mere single-sized mattress, and it reminded me of prison beds. Daddy was a very big man and I immediately tried to work out how we could possibly fit in the bed. I looked up at him and he had the same stunned look on his face. "Daddy?" I called out. He paused for a moment before replying. "Yeah!" he said. "Come in, come in." He ushered me in and closed the door. He threw down our bags beside the bed and I sat on the foot of the bed. "It's a tiny room, isn't it? I might have to sleep in the tub!" he joked. He turned and opened the bathroom door to check it out. Another pause, and then he closed it. "At least the bathroom's clean." I stood up to check it out myself. It was pretty much the same layout as the bedroom: the bathtub was sat in the corner, at the foot of it was the sink, and beside it was the toilet. "Yeah, at least it's clean." I closed the bathroom door and saw Daddy hunched down, rummaging through our bags. I sat down by the foot of the bed again. "Daddy, how are we gonna fit in this bed?" I asked. He stopped rummaging and looked up at the bed. "Well..." he started to say, a blank look on his face. "We'll just have to make it work, I guess." He smiled and squeezed my thigh playfully. "It's only for tonight, okay?" He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. "Okay, daddy," I replied, smiling back. He grabbed some more stuff from the bags and stood up. He was directly in front of me, and the top of his head was almost touching the ceiling. I never realized how tall daddy was until I saw him from this angle. "I'm just gonna take a quick shower," he said as he took off his shirt. He threw his shirt on top of his bag and started unbuttoning his jeans. "You get what you need out of your bag and start getting ready for bed, okay?" he said as he took off his pants. He was now just in his briefs. I nodded, trying to hide the fact that I was staring at daddy's body. I'd seen him in his undies before, but never in such close quarters. I never realized how muscular he was--and how hairy. He had grown a bit of a gut over the past year--quite a bit--but his chest and arms were still well defined. So were his legs, and his thighs were especially thick. He also broke a bit of a sweat carrying our bags up three flights of stairs. It caused his body to glisten under the dim yellow light of our cramped room. I was mesmerized by daddy, mostly because I had never seen him in this light before. My mouth also felt like it was starting to dry. "Unless you wanna shower too?" he asked, snapping me out of my stupor. "It's okay, dad. I'll just shower in the morning." He nodded and turned to enter the bathroom. "Can I brush my teeth first, though?" I called out before he closed the bathroom door. "Sure," he replied. I went into the bathroom and daddy had his back turned, hanging up his towel. I grabbed my toothbrush and started to squeeze out some toothpaste. Then he turned around and I could see his body once again, through the mirror. I noticed that my head was only up to his diaphragm, which made me appreciate his height in a new light once again. Daddy was almost freakishly tall; I wonder why I never really noticed before. I also started to notice how big his frame was. It almost took up the entire bathroom mirror; mine took up maybe a third of it. I tried to snap myself out of it and started brushing my teeth. I stood aside to give daddy some room by the sink. But as I stood aside and daddy was focused on squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush, I couldn't help but glance at his crotch. He was still in his briefs, so it was the only area of him still covered--and the only one I hadn't really seen yet--so it sparked my curiosity. I snuck another peek, and I could see that his briefs were packing a huge bulge between his legs. I quickly looked away, afraid that daddy might catch me staring. But the sight of the bulge made my heart race. I thought of my own willy and I was sure mine was nowhere near as big as that. But, then again, daddy was a lot taller and bigger than me, as I was beginning to appreciate. So maybe everything about him is just *big*. I spat out my toothpaste as I wondered if I would end up as big as daddy when I grew older. I was lost in my musing when daddy leaned over me and put his hand over my other shoulder as he spat out his toothpaste. I jumped as I felt his bulge graze my back when he stood back up. He looked at me, surprised. "You okay?" he said, chuckling. "A bit jumpy, are we?" "You just startled me with your hand, daddy," I stammered. He ruffled my hair and kissed me on the shoulder, making me smile. "Get ready for bed, alright." I nodded and stepped out. He closed the door behind me, and I heard the shower run shortly after. My mind was still fixed on daddy's body as I was undressing to get ready for bed. I undressed down to my briefs and didn't bother with my pajamas. Since a couple of years ago, I started to prefer sleeping in my underwear; it felt cozier that way. I laid down on the bed, still thinking about the split second when daddy's fat bulge poked at my back. It was soft but firm, and quite thick, and I tried to wrap my mind around how big it was. I knew daddy was a big guy but I couldn't register in my mind the thought of a willy that big. I had never really seen one, other than mine, so it was hard to imagine *any* willy being bigger than mine. It was all I could think of as I laid on the bed, next to the wall. I waited for daddy to finish his shower, but the activity of the day started to set in, and I ended up falling asleep before daddy could kiss me good night. *** I was woken up in the middle of the night by stirring on daddy's side of the bed. I could barely open my eyes and I was facing the wall, so I couldn't really see anything. But I could hear daddy mumbling something under his breath. "Daddy?" I called out faintly, but he just continued murmuring. I tried to turn but there was no space to turn; daddy's big arm was pinning me to the wall. "Daddy?" I called out again, louder this time. "...Christine?" he replied finally, his speech quite slurred. Before I could reply, he turned on his side and wrapped his arm around my waist and his leg around mine, and he squeezed me tight. "G'back to sleep, baby," he muttered again in that slurred voice. I was frozen. I was thrown off when daddy called out mommy's name, and I didn't know exactly what was going on. Was daddy awake or was he dreaming? Did he always talk in his sleep? And if he was dreaming, was he dreaming about mommy? Did he think *I* was mommy? Is this how he was with mommy? I guess mommy was the only one who could really answer my questions. I tried to brush it off as daddy just sleep-talking, but before I could doze off again, he started kissing the nape of my neck. My eyes shot open and I tensed up again as daddy's stubble started grazing my neck. He started to squeeze me again as he continued kissing me, and he was pressing his bulge against my crack. My heart was racing, and I noticed that I was getting hard down there. I tried to breathe. "...mmmm miss you...baby," I think he said; I could barely make it out, with the way he was speaking. His hand ran up my waist and started fondling my chest. My heart was thumping now. "I miss you..." he continued to say. He continued kissing my neck and his finger was now teasing my nipple. At first, he rubbed it slowly back and forth with his index finger. Then, he started twirling his finger around it, tracing its outline just as slowly. It sent shockwaves up and down my body, and it made my breathing heavy. I had never had my nipples played with like this before; I never knew it could feel like that. It felt extraordinary. Daddy continued grinding against my butt as he teased my nipple, but now I found myself pushing my butt up against him. "Wanna make a baby, mommy," he uttered. I stayed silent. Half of it was because I was scared that he would wake up and find out it was me and not mommy, and half of it was because I didn't want him to stop. I was breathing heavily now as daddy continued to squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple, making my body quiver like I'd never known before. Then his hand moved away from my chest and down to my briefs. He slid his hand inside the side of the waistband and started to push them down. "Take your panties off, baby," he muttered, continuing to kiss my neck. He was able to push it down all the way to my knees. I maneuvered my legs and my feet to pull it the rest of the way down, until they were off. I barely got them off before daddy started hugging me tight again. "Miss you so much, baby," he whispered as he kissed the back of my neck. I grabbed his forearm as he hugged me, trying to brace myself because the tingles that his kisses sent down my spine started to intensify. My own willy was now rock hard. It's been hard before but never like this. I started to feel...high. Daddy continued grinding on me, slowly. He still had his pajama pants on but that bulge in his crotch that I saw in the bathroom was now firmly pressed up against the crack of my butt. It felt very warm against my skin. And it was hard now, even harder than his forearm which I was now gripping lightly. Having daddy's full heft behind me, clenching me, felt oddly nice. It made me feel safe--akin to the feeling of safety I got whenever I cuddled next to him in front of the TV, in our old house. But this time around, that feeling took on a character, a tinge, that was new to me; unfamiliar, but welcome. I started to work out in my head how I could possibly get daddy's pants off. My curiosity took a tighter hold of me, and now it was mixed with a new hunger. Though I'd been aroused before, tonight was the first I felt lust. I just wanted to feel daddy's bare cock against the bare skin of my butt. Even just having his shirt off would have been enough. But I couldn't figure out a way. Daddy was hugging me tightly now and his grinding started to intensify--still slow but now deeper. Soon, I gave up on the idea of pulling his pants down. I wanted to, desperately, but I didn't want to risk waking him up. "Your pussy..." daddy whispered. "So good..." Daddy's grinding intensified even more. Even more forceful still, and now a little faster. His breathing started to work up to a pant as he squeezed my breast. I held on to his forearm even tighter. I could feel daddy's cock graze my sensitive pucker. It made me arch my back and open up my butt cheeks so my crack could take more of him. In desperation, I tried to will his pants off as my eyes rolled inward. I felt desperate to feel his cock, skin to skin. I could also feel a sort of moisture now in my crack. Daddy's precum was starting to ooze out of his pants. "Cum inside you?" daddy whispered as he continued to breathe heavily. His hot breath kept blowing against my nape, and his arms wrapped around me started to feel a little too tight. "Cum inside you?" he whispered again, almost begging. I didn't dare say anything. "Yeah?" he mumbled. Then he began to squeeze me even tighter, and he started to thrust his hips even deeper against me. I felt a little panicked now because daddy started squeezing me a bit too tight. He started panting even more heavily and he kept up the pace of his thrusting. I arched my back as much as I could. I had one hand clasped on his forearm and the other pushing up against the wall. Daddy's thrusting started to become so forceful, I was afraid he might squish me. But my panic was overtaken only by the intense pleasure I was feeling. Daddy oozed precum so profusely now that it had lubricated my hole entirely. That, coupled with daddy's long and forceful thrusting, brought an intense sensation to my pucker that reverberated throughout the rest of my body. It was electric. Instinctively, I took my hand off the wall and reached for my own cock. It was harder than ever and felt my own precum dripping out of it. I gripped the head of my penis and smeared my precum around it. That one motion by my wrist sent another shockwave up and down my body. My hand grew a mind of its own that instant and started repeating the motion in a loop. I had never felt so high before, and I wished it would never stop. But all of a sudden, daddy's hold on me tightened tenfold. In a panic, I took my hand off my dick and pushed up against the wall again because daddy started pushing even more violently. He was now fully heaving and his breath against my nape felt like steam. Then I felt the moisture spread profusely, all at once. I was perplexed as I wondered if that was still precum. It was just so much and so sudden; I know I'd never oozed that much precum before. Whatever it was, I could feel my crack turn red hot as daddy continued thrusting hard, spreading that fluid all over my crack. Then daddy trembled violently as his thrusting died down. Finally, he stopped. His cock was still hard and still up against my crack and his emission was still smeared across it. He breathed deeply and gave me one last kiss at the back of my neck. In a few minutes, he started snoring, his arms still tight around me. ----- If you liked this story, please consider supporting Nifty by visiting -----