Laying Dad to Rest
My dad passed quite unexpectedly when I was in my mid 30s and he was in his mid 60s. He had only recently retired and unfortunately had a massive heart attack. As I had no siblings (and with my husband working on secondment in South Africa for three months) despite the huge emotional shock, I was left alone to cope with the arrangements for the funeral.
Thankfully, I've always been organised and good under pressure. I arranged the church, undertaker, flowers, a single funeral car for family mourners, announcement in the local paper and burial plot (re-united with mum).
As there were only a couple of aunts, a distant cousin and me in the car; and an expectation that there would not be a great turn out, I decided I would invite the handful of guests back to my house afterwards for a simple buffet and drinks. I spent the day before the funeral cleaning the house top to bottom; and the evening organising the buffet so that all I had to do when I got back to the house was take covers off plates, open bottles of wine and boil a kettle for teas and coffees.
I was absolutely drained when I showered and crawled into bed. I had barely eaten or slept in the days leading up to the funeral and was still anxious that I would do my dad proud. I woke early, composed myself as best I could (I looked knackered when I caught myself in the mirror), applied minimal “repair” make-up and put on a simple black dress and court shoes.
Everything went off beautifully and there was a greater than I expected attendance, as several old school and work friends had seen the announcement. There was also an old soldier with an array of medals, loitering near the rear of the church. My dad had joined the army on leaving school and it turns out that Tony was dad's sergeant and being a dozen or so years older, something of an older brother / father figure. Although I'm pretty sure he didn't recognise me as such, he deduced who I was and knew my name; introducing himself as he offered his sympathies.
I invited him back together with the remaining mourners and was soon playing hostess to about 15 or so people. I was so busy in the first ten minutes or so getting everyone a plate and a drink that I realised I had no appetite to eat. I poured myself a generous glass of chablis and gulped a mouthful as I waited for the kettle to boil. My dear Aunt Liz told me to grab a seat and let her take over but as she was barely mobile herself, I kissed her on the forehead and told her I was fine with it.
Everyone seemed to be engaged in rather uplifting conversations about dad and I could see some family snaps being handed round. Tony had joined in one of the small groups and I could have sworn he was flirting with my Aunt Mabel who must have been the only person there who was older than him!
I had topped up my wine and snuggled into my sofa with thoughts of my own. I suddenly felt tired and a little light headed, and wishing everyone would go home. Thankfully, within five or ten minutes, most started drifting away. Unfortunately, Tony didn't seem to take the hint. I was about to ask hime rather pointedly, if he wanted me to call him a taxi, when he drew out a photo of him and dad. “You don't remember me do you Brenda?” He told me that he had visited us when I was about two. “We lived at a time when war threatened on a number of fronts. I always promised your dad that I would make sure that your mum and you were taken care of if anything ever happened to him”.
He had tears in his eyes and I felt compelled to give him a hug. He put his arms around me and, mid 70s or not, he still had a powerful frame. Whether it was the wine, or tiredness, or both, I stumbled backwards onto the sofa, pulling Tony with me. For the briefest second, our lips were millimetres apart and our eys locked. He leaned in further and started to snog me. I leant back but he pursued me, ensuring that his tongue stayed in my mouth. My mouth eventually yielded and invited his tongue in.
In an instant he had his hand between my legs under my skirt – and I suddenly felt very, very horny. I could feel my thighs parting and his fingers roughly rubbing me through my panties. I moaned – and pulled his head closer to me , our tongues now wrestling in mutual pleasure. My hand fell into his lap and I was surprised to feel how stiff he was..
He stood up and told me to just lie down. I did – and hoisted my dress up to my hips. As he started to pull my knickers down I already had both hands tugging at his zip. His cock was lovely – big, stiff and thick. I took it stright into my mouth. “That's it Brenda, take care of old uncle Tony – suck it sweetheart”. He knelt between my legs, my wet panties in his hand and decided I was already lubricated enough. I reached down and guided him in (God! His cock felt soooo good in my hand!). One thrust and he was balls deep. “Wrap your legs around me. . . . “”.
I did as he said, wrapping myself tight around him. I was desperate for him not to lose his erection, nor to cum to quickly. I wanted this big cock to fuck away all my frustration and grief. He suddenly upped the pace banging me at a wonderful speed – and started groaning in my ear. “You see, Frank?! I told you I would take care of little Brenda . . . . And I'm taking care of her real good!”. I was too busy trying to second his forceful hammering, to add anything to his conversation.
“Come on Brenda, make uncle Tony come. Make me fill with you with my daddy seed”. With that he started riding me even more forcefully and I started to moan. “Look Frank! Little Brenda is fucking my cock like a pro. She's looking after me as much as I'm looking after her!”
He started to spurt and I could feel his hot offering starting to fill my womb. For my part, I wasn't going to let him withdraw until he had emptied every last drop.
“I kept my promise to your mum Joan, as well you know. A couple of home leave breaks when your dad was still on base, I came round every night and looked after your mum”. She told me she was grateful. I lay there for a second, imagining my mum taking Tony's cock and feeling the pleasure that I'd just had; whilst dad was away and I was in my cot in the next room.
Tony left not long after, and I took myself off to bed. Pleased that we had laid dad to rest – and that his friend had laid me so vigorously for an old man! xx
Thankfully, I've always been organised and good under pressure. I arranged the church, undertaker, flowers, a single funeral car for family mourners, announcement in the local paper and burial plot (re-united with mum).
As there were only a couple of aunts, a distant cousin and me in the car; and an expectation that there would not be a great turn out, I decided I would invite the handful of guests back to my house afterwards for a simple buffet and drinks. I spent the day before the funeral cleaning the house top to bottom; and the evening organising the buffet so that all I had to do when I got back to the house was take covers off plates, open bottles of wine and boil a kettle for teas and coffees.
I was absolutely drained when I showered and crawled into bed. I had barely eaten or slept in the days leading up to the funeral and was still anxious that I would do my dad proud. I woke early, composed myself as best I could (I looked knackered when I caught myself in the mirror), applied minimal “repair” make-up and put on a simple black dress and court shoes.
Everything went off beautifully and there was a greater than I expected attendance, as several old school and work friends had seen the announcement. There was also an old soldier with an array of medals, loitering near the rear of the church. My dad had joined the army on leaving school and it turns out that Tony was dad's sergeant and being a dozen or so years older, something of an older brother / father figure. Although I'm pretty sure he didn't recognise me as such, he deduced who I was and knew my name; introducing himself as he offered his sympathies.
I invited him back together with the remaining mourners and was soon playing hostess to about 15 or so people. I was so busy in the first ten minutes or so getting everyone a plate and a drink that I realised I had no appetite to eat. I poured myself a generous glass of chablis and gulped a mouthful as I waited for the kettle to boil. My dear Aunt Liz told me to grab a seat and let her take over but as she was barely mobile herself, I kissed her on the forehead and told her I was fine with it.
Everyone seemed to be engaged in rather uplifting conversations about dad and I could see some family snaps being handed round. Tony had joined in one of the small groups and I could have sworn he was flirting with my Aunt Mabel who must have been the only person there who was older than him!
I had topped up my wine and snuggled into my sofa with thoughts of my own. I suddenly felt tired and a little light headed, and wishing everyone would go home. Thankfully, within five or ten minutes, most started drifting away. Unfortunately, Tony didn't seem to take the hint. I was about to ask hime rather pointedly, if he wanted me to call him a taxi, when he drew out a photo of him and dad. “You don't remember me do you Brenda?” He told me that he had visited us when I was about two. “We lived at a time when war threatened on a number of fronts. I always promised your dad that I would make sure that your mum and you were taken care of if anything ever happened to him”.
He had tears in his eyes and I felt compelled to give him a hug. He put his arms around me and, mid 70s or not, he still had a powerful frame. Whether it was the wine, or tiredness, or both, I stumbled backwards onto the sofa, pulling Tony with me. For the briefest second, our lips were millimetres apart and our eys locked. He leaned in further and started to snog me. I leant back but he pursued me, ensuring that his tongue stayed in my mouth. My mouth eventually yielded and invited his tongue in.
In an instant he had his hand between my legs under my skirt – and I suddenly felt very, very horny. I could feel my thighs parting and his fingers roughly rubbing me through my panties. I moaned – and pulled his head closer to me , our tongues now wrestling in mutual pleasure. My hand fell into his lap and I was surprised to feel how stiff he was..
He stood up and told me to just lie down. I did – and hoisted my dress up to my hips. As he started to pull my knickers down I already had both hands tugging at his zip. His cock was lovely – big, stiff and thick. I took it stright into my mouth. “That's it Brenda, take care of old uncle Tony – suck it sweetheart”. He knelt between my legs, my wet panties in his hand and decided I was already lubricated enough. I reached down and guided him in (God! His cock felt soooo good in my hand!). One thrust and he was balls deep. “Wrap your legs around me. . . . “”.
I did as he said, wrapping myself tight around him. I was desperate for him not to lose his erection, nor to cum to quickly. I wanted this big cock to fuck away all my frustration and grief. He suddenly upped the pace banging me at a wonderful speed – and started groaning in my ear. “You see, Frank?! I told you I would take care of little Brenda . . . . And I'm taking care of her real good!”. I was too busy trying to second his forceful hammering, to add anything to his conversation.
“Come on Brenda, make uncle Tony come. Make me fill with you with my daddy seed”. With that he started riding me even more forcefully and I started to moan. “Look Frank! Little Brenda is fucking my cock like a pro. She's looking after me as much as I'm looking after her!”
He started to spurt and I could feel his hot offering starting to fill my womb. For my part, I wasn't going to let him withdraw until he had emptied every last drop.
“I kept my promise to your mum Joan, as well you know. A couple of home leave breaks when your dad was still on base, I came round every night and looked after your mum”. She told me she was grateful. I lay there for a second, imagining my mum taking Tony's cock and feeling the pleasure that I'd just had; whilst dad was away and I was in my cot in the next room.
Tony left not long after, and I took myself off to bed. Pleased that we had laid dad to rest – and that his friend had laid me so vigorously for an old man! xx
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