Surrogate

I parted my lips to show my willingness to accept what he needed to heal - no different than telling Grace it was okay to call me Mommy.

Father smiled as he deepened our kiss. I knew I made the right choice.

The kiss became a unique experience. All I was, felt, my body electric as his touch caused shivers down my spine.

Father's hands began to move, one shifted down, cupping my butt while the other glided softly from its place on my upper back to my neck, and then downward, finding a home on my right breast.

Between the kiss and his touch, I was beginning to have a difficult time breathing, my body starting to be in overdrive as I have never been touched so intimately.

His hand finally moved off my orb, giving my sensitive nipple a chance to cut through my bra and shirt it was so hard, and then shifted further down. It was joined by his other hand as he deftly unbuttoned my jeans and slid my zipper down.

It was a move I wasn't expecting, but after where he just touched, I'm not sure why? Was Father going to have sex with me? Was I ready for that? So many questions - but they were all fleeting. A random blink in my brain as I have been curious about sex, and no, not a solitary male ever looked my way at the grocery store or anywhere else. No one was ever interested in a girl with three kids. No one except now my Father. It would be stupid to complain about something in which I wanted to try just because it was with him. My lower garments became a memory.

Father pulled back, a loving grin adorning his face, "With the kids awake, we need to hurry. Who knows what they might be getting into or when they'll show up."

Wasn't that the truth. If there was anything I learned the past four years, that was it.

Father quickly shed his pants, "Bend over the bed."

I nodded, following his request, barely getting a glimpse of his rigid erection.

Ow... I bit into the comforter to keep from crying out. Is this what sex is like, because this is painful? It wasn't overwhelming, it was just there in an ever present sort of way, much like the absolute fullness to which my body was being accustomed.

Father kept pushing into me from behind, his tempo increasing with each thrust. The pain was subsiding or was it that the pleasure I was starting to experience was just overriding it? Regardless, I was feeling some semblance of gratification.

I heard the strained grunt from behind as Father pushed fully inside me, holding his position. I nearly asked why he stopped when I felt the burst of something inside me - overflowing like a river into my depths, and then seeping out as he pulled out.

I heard Father pull up his pants and then open a drawer. I laid on my back and looked at him curiously as he sat down next to me, placing a shirt of his on my stomach.

"Just use this to wipe yourself. I'll go watch the kids; you take all the time you need." He leaned in and kissed me again.

The kiss wasn't the same as before; it was tender and sweet and it gave me a new feeling in which to contend.

Father smiled as he stood, and as he left, he glanced back over his shoulder with an expression I used to see him give Mom all the time. It was an admiration of love. "I'll see you downstairs, Darling."

Darling... the cutesy name he always called Mom.

I had wanted my Dad back, but I'm older, mature... a woman now; and that was how he was treating me, like Mom. I mean, if he really went back to telling me what to do, I'm certain I would react as I did earlier - with a defensive irritation... And as I said before, if it's good enough for my siblings, it's good enough for Father. Anything to help the healing process. It's been far too long.

The feeling that I was leaking brought me out of my reverie. I used the proffered shirt to wipe, noticing it was a thick white color. Somehow, despite my soreness, the visualization triggered my realization - I was no longer a virgin. If I was supposed to feel a sense of adulthood from the act, it never came. I had long since passed that threshold.

But I did feel different. It felt like, for the first time, a member of the opposite sex wanted me. Was it to help Father cope? Yes. But it didn't feel like a job like parenthood often does. It felt more like an emotional connection and an outpouring of affection. Father didn't pat me on the head like I was five. He kissed me passionately, nurtured me through his touch, and then united with me in sex. I wasn't a homemaker anymore, but a housewife. It felt good to be taken seriously as an adult.

"Mommy! Help!"

I discarded the shirt into the hamper and hurriedly put on my pants. I thought Father was watching them? I ran down the stairs, ignoring the soreness between my legs, to see Dad, tickling all three of my sisters at once. I sighed in relief before a smile curled on my lips.

Grace was pulling at Dad's arm hoping for release, Zoey was gone in a fit of laughter - unable to do anything, while Eva reached out for me, "Mommy, help!"

I pretended to think, "I don't know, Eva. If your Dad thinks you did something to deserve this, then why should I help?" This time I didn't say the modifier 'Your' out of spite, but it felt wrong to refer to the man as Dad, especially after what we just did together. He needed me to be a wife, not a daughter.

"No Mommy, I promise, I didn't..."

"You are too cute, Eva," Dad cut her off as his hand moved from Zoey back to Eva causing another fit of laughter out of the youngest.

"Well, there you have it," I shrugged. "You shouldn't have been so cute."

"Mommy," Eva whined.

"Oh, all right." I pulled Eva out of Dad's grasp and he concentrated on Zoey and Grace.

"Thanks Mommy," Eva smiled.

"Thanks Mommy? That's all I get?" I then started tickling her myself, which was my plan all along.

Family time. It was a fun bonding experience to reconnect the ties of Dad to daughter amongst the girls. It truly brought me back to when I was younger, only I was seeing it through Mom's eyes now. It became a cherished memory, the first moment the five of us as whole were able to laugh and love... and it only stopped when Zoey threatened she was going to pee herself.

Yeah, I did that.

*

I was surprised Father was home as it was only four thirty. Even yesterday, he didn't arrive for another hour. If I would have known, however, nothing would have changed for me. I still had to pick up my sisters and I still had to go grocery shopping.

It was like a parade. I had what I could, Grace was carrying the milk, Zoey the bags of bread, and Eva was holding the door. It wasn't enough as there were still more bags in the car, but it gave them some responsibilities in helping - just as I was taught.

I was met in the kitchen by a fierce bear hug. Father held me tightly, enough for me to feel his nervousness. "You were late." He released me before taking my bags and putting them on the counter. "Is there any more?"

"I always go grocery shopping after picking them up from school on Tuesday. It's less crowded, which means less of a hassle with them." But I was honestly thinking the opposite of what he was. "Actually, you're early; and yes, there's a few more bags."

"Next time, please answer your phone." Father made his way to the front door, "And I always get home at this time."

Always at this time? Not in the past four years. If he meant from before, then yeah, I remember him being home in the evening, but an exact time? No way would I remember that.

I pulled my phone from my purse to note it was dead. I quickly plugged it in and the slew of voice mails and text messages flooded my phone with several saying he called the police, hospital, and various other emergency services to see if anything had happened. Wow, he was worried what happened with Mom was going to happen with me. We're going to have to go through our schedules so this won't happen again.

I started putting the refrigerator items away. My sisters may have helped getting the food in, but as soon as we entered the house, all bets were off. They knew if they stuck around, I'd give them more to do. They'd be scarce for another twenty minutes or so. It was all right, though; it gave me time to organize my purchases without someone hanging onto my pant leg.

Father came back in, setting the rest of the bags on the counter. "Are the kids busy?"

"For maybe twenty minutes." I gave him a small smile, "If we're lucky. Why?"

Father took my hand and escorted me to the laundry room. He backed me against the table I fold clothes on before lifting me up and setting me on it.

Father leaned in and gave me a compassionate kiss, our lips connecting in a succinct relief before he exhaled, "I was worried."

I took a small breath, still not quite used to being treated this way - as a wife. "I saw the texts, and I'm sorry. I'll make sure I have my phone charged for now on."

Father's hands began to roam, touching my body in a soft caress that sent a jolt down my spine as he leaned in again, his kiss different this time as it expressed affection and desire. "Twenty minutes, you say?"

My eyes lidled as I breathed, "Fifteen now."

Father kissed me again, and I must say, it still felt amazing. I could feel his yearning for me and I couldn't help but enjoy being needed this way. It was as if a whole new world was being opened up to me... I finally understood more about those romantic comedies I enjoy watching.

Father's hands were going lower, his touch causing my body to tingle all over. He rubbed gently my thighs, and it felt as if he turned all those tingles into little embers of warmth. He was then upon my sex, massaging deep and purposeful, causing those embers to flame into a fire.

Father paused a moment to remove my pants and underwear, as well as his, "Darling, if your truly are trying to replace Mom, you should wear skirts so we can sneak in these little sessions."

I would have to remember that... But I couldn't answer as his hands were back at my most intimate parts, with one, he began masterfully rubbing my clit while with the other, he plunged first one followed by a second finger in my crevice.

"I owe you for yesterday," Father whispered in my ear. "If I had known it was your first time, I would have done things differently."

Speaking wasn't an option, hell, even nodding seemed foreign to me as that fire grew into an inferno. All I could do was pant as I felt the building of something I have never felt before... it was as if the rollercoaster was edging toward its summit before blasting down in a blaze of euphoria and I was along for the ride.

I was on the edge of the table, on the edge of glory when Father pulled his fingers away. I wanted to scream when just as quickly he slammed fully into my chasm which sent me over the top.

My arms wrapped tightly around the man, my legs mimicking the same as I started to wail. Suddenly, Fathers lips were upon mine, muting all I was as he began rocking into me.

I had never felt anything so pleasurable in my entire life... This was sex - Holy Fuck!

Father wasn't relenting, and my body, so sensitive, could not recover, constantly being pushed over the edge with an onslaught of deep insertions.

Father finally paused, and in that moment, I knew what was occurring. He came... and it caused me to tremble in excitement one final time, my body wracked with bliss as a torrent of joy washed over my being.

I held him tighter, not being able to let go if I wanted to... "Oh Dad!" My voice strained in jubilation.

"Don't call me that." Father smacked both hands into the table before he took a step back, and it took a moment for my eyes to focus on him. His look was anger incarnate. "Don't you dare call me that!" He pulled up his pants and stormed out the room.

"I'm sor..." I tried to apologize, my hand reaching out to his vacated space but he was gone.

"Mom!"

Crap. Well, wasn't this the proverbial cherry on top. I just experienced the greatest joy ever, pissed off the man who gave it to me, and now I can't even talk about it with him because Grace was coming this way. I pulled up my pants, rapidly coming to grips on why Father had given me that shirt to wipe myself up with yesterday. It felt like my underwear and thighs were being drenched in our mingled juices. I could feel the squishing as I walked back into the kitchen.

"Mom," Grace raced into the kitchen, "Can I go over Jessica's house?"

"Is your homework done?"

"I didn't have any," Grace gleefully shook her head.

I took up the task of finishing putting the groceries away, "Be back by seven."

Grace was already running out the door, "Thanks Mom!"

*

I didn't spend too much time on dinner, never on Tuesdays considering I get back late because of grocery shopping, and especially so today since I had to also find the time to clean myself up as well. So, chili dogs and French fries tonight - a far cry from the health conscious baked chicken and broccoli of the night prior. Ah, the joys of parenthood.

The good news was that Father didn't run and he still treated Zoey and Eva the same. As for me, I got a cold shoulder when we were close and an icy stare when our eyes met. For my first arguement as a wife, it was shockingly

annoying not to simply be able to talk about the issue. I really didn't want to air out grievances in front of the kids and based on Father's silence, he felt the same way.

Still, why did I have to say that to him. It didn't feel right last night, so why now?

It's all my fault.

*

"Quinn, I'm sorry."

I was holding my pink pajamas as I turned from my dresser to see Father leaning up against my doorjamb. He had a woeful look strewn on his face, completely saddened by the distance occurring between us.

And I couldn't believe he just apologized. Wasn't it my fault because I called him Dad in the first place?

"I shouldn't have gotten so angry, so I'm sorry." Father moved to sit on my bed. "I know what we are and I know I'm being selfish in asking you to replace your Mom for my benefit... And with you doing that for me, I don't know how to be Dad to you - I can't be Dad to you." He paused for a moment before shaking his head, "I just don't know any other way. You look like her, you act like her, you..."

Father started crying.

My heart went out to the man... And apparently, I'm more like Mom than I realize. I embraced Father, cradling his head as Mom used to do for me when I was upset. "I can replace Mom."

"Are you sure?" Father's eyes lit up, full of hope.

"Of course, Da... Da... Darn," I smiled as I pulled away, catching myself from saying it again.

"You called me Darn?" Father laughed.

"This is going to be harder than I thought." I put a hand to my forehead, "I just don't know what to call you."

Father stood and embraced me, this time it was a heart felt hug, "You can call me by my name, if you want. I really don't care, Darling. Even if it is Darn."

I fell deeper into his arms, enjoying our closeness knowing I could do better than Henry, although Darn would be funny. "We survived our first arguement," I then added what Mom always called him, "Honey."

"Now you're just showing off." Father smiled as he let go. He then moved to the doorway before glancing over his shoulder. "Are you coming to bed tonight or staying in the guest bedroom again?"

I stared at Father, confused, "Huh?"

"If you're still mad at me, I understand when you sleep in the guest bedroom, but since we made up, I thought you'd be coming back to bed with me?"

Holy crap... Father wants me to sleep in his room, in his bed... with him. "Yeah, I'll be in our bedroom in a minute... Just let me get changed first."

"You might want to move your things into our room tomorrow so you don't have to go from room to room," Father chuckled. "And your Mom and I always slept naked."

I gulped in surprise. I mean, would it bother me to sleep in the nude? Not really. Maybe I was just shocked that my parents actually did. Regardless, I am Mom now... and if it leads to more of what happened in the laundry room, I'm all for it.

*

I slid into Mom's side, err, my side of the bed. It seemed so much bigger than my twin sized mattress, even with Father laying next to me. But that space seemed fractional as I felt his gaze upon me as I laid on my side, my body facing the wall.

"If you stay too close to the edge, you'll fall off."

I was used to the tight area, so probably not, but I did scoot closer to him.

Father laughed as his arm draped over my body, pulling me more to the center. I couldn't help but giggle.

Father cuddled into my back, his hand finding a home on my breast, "That's better."

I must say, it really was. It felt so warm and inviting and safe and loving...

And sexually excitng.

It was so arousing to feel his manhood against my butt and his hand on my soft orb, but I could hear Father drifting off into the comforts of sleep. It was a tortured existence for me, my body giving off little spasms to his touches; my butt wiggling against its prize, my chest inhaling deeply forcing more of my breast into his palm...

How could anyone sleep like this?

"Are you okay?"

Fathers whispered voice seemed to momentarily temper my lust. "Umm." My butt then, on its own accord, flexed against the promised land.

Father eyed me suspiciously and I felt disheartened as his hand left my breast. His finger traced a slow, imaginary line down over my stomach, across my belly button, through my pubic hair before brushing across my wetness.

"You're horny, Darling."

I eyed him curiously. I had no idea what that meant. Did it mean I was some kind of unicorn?

Father leaned in, grazing sweetly his lips against mine. "It means you want sex."

Yeah, that was a major understatement. I simply nodded once.

Father's fingers danced against my opening, teasing my soul. "Say it, Darling."

I whispered, "I want to have sex."

"And what are you?"

"Horny." The word felt so dirty to me and it made me crave it even more.

"That's good you can admit it." Father gave me a lovers kiss that made my toes curl. "You know, you are pretending to be my wife and I your husband; if you're so horny, Darling, all you have to do is sexually take charge like I do when I am."

I looked at Father. Could I?

Father's fingers strummed against my clit for a brief moment and my body became lust itself.

Yes I could, but... "I don't know how?"

"It's simple," Father laid on his back, turning me over to face him as he did. He took hold of my hand and guided it gently under the covers to his midsection. "You need to be comfortable with touching me sexually."

My body quivered at the touching of his flesh. My hand tentatively brushing up against the hard warmth... and I gasped when Father shunned the blanket from his body. My hand - my hand - was on his erection. This is what caused me so much pleasure. This is what caused me so much joy. This was Father's penis.

As my hand became familiar with its charge, I looked back to Father, expectantly.

"Now move your hand up and down."

I did as instructed, letting out a playful little "oh" as it reacted with a lurch.

"That's it, Darling. That's it." Father relaxed into the mattress. "Your speed dictates everything. The faster you go, the more likely I'll cum. The slower you go, the more you'll get me so aroused, I'd take charge. Anywhere in the middle, and we'd end up having sex at your pace. Either way, you'll definitely coax precum out of me."

My speed? My pace? I'm in control right now? And that's what that clear stuff is?

Father let out a soft moan confirming all he just said.

I'm in control.

"And if you really want to cause maximum pleasure, you would use your mouth exactly as you are using your hand."

My mouth? I leaned down and put my lips to the tip. Another drop of precum oozed out and I tasted the saltiness. It's not my favorite, but when I licked, Father's hips lifted slightly. That was becoming my favorite - the affect I was having on him.