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340 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 1, 2022
The writing was great, Astra Rose is definitely solid on that. The plot was…well, not the best. It read like a melodramatic soap opera. You knew what was going to happen before it happened. Even if you desperately wished for it not to unfold like that.
She has her mother’s straight, slender shoulders, and her lean arms. It jolts me, briefly, this image of Melanie at the table, and I can almost let myself imagine, for a second, that my wife has come back to me.
Melanie is an exceptional beauty, and in the past year, Danica has really blossomed into her spitting image. Her face is more angular and she’s too thin, but her body has filled out. Tiny waist, slim arms, full breasts—she’s clearly inherited her mother’s unholy proportions. But…lifting my eyes to her face, I can’t deny that she’s even prettier than Melanie ever was. Her mouth is plumper. Her eyes, the same shade of icy blue, are wider and more innocent. She doesn’t have Mel’s jaded, suspicious look. She’s youthful, untainted…my sweet little girl, even if she is on the cusp of womanhood.
For a moment I don’t say anything. I eye my sweet young girl—so beautiful, luminous, and vibrant. She’s so like her mother and yet so different, so full of life and love.
She’s unbelievable. She’s perfect.
She’s…Melanie?
She looks like a grown-ass woman. Like her mother, actually. In a tight white dress, with her curls loosely pinned up, and high heel shoes that emphasize the shapely, grown-up musculature of her legs, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Strikingly similar to Melanie, but so much…
…better, I can’t help but think. She’s my Dani. Silly, brilliant, and loving. She grins at me, her smile bright and wide, and I melt.
“How do I look?” she asks, holding her arms out to give me the full view.
Like your mother, I almost answer. I’ve seen this dress before, and suddenly I have a vivid memory of Melanie in it— at a party for my partner, Bob, just before Mel and I broke up. It’s the last dress I ever saw her in.
Those full, high, firm breasts…as gorgeous as her mother’s but even firmer and fuller. So young and so perfect…
I’ve been with beautiful women before…hell, I’ve only been with beautiful women, but Dani is in another category altogether. Her firm, perky tits, tiny waist, and absolutely flawless skin, the red flame of her hair contrasting with the cool blue of her eyes—there’s never been another woman like Dani in my bed.
Except her mother.
She’s highly responsive. Even her mother didn’t quiver at every touch like she does.
I don’t want Dani wearing her oversexed mother’s indecent lingerie. It’s unsuitable but, worst of all, it’s causing a low ache in my groin as I imagine her young, firm ass in the very panties I once pushed to the side and fucked her mother in.
It shouldn’t turn me on to remember my wife’s ass in this scrap of silk. It shouldn’t turn me on to think about her daughter wearing it, either. But it does. I stand there for a while, grappling with my complex feelings and staring, mesmerized, at the soft fabric. The silk itself is erotic. I imagine it caressing Melanie’s and Danica’s skin, swishing softly between legs, rushing smoothly back and forth with every step and every action.
It’s Melanie’s bridal lingerie.
She must have found it in my drawer. I keep it stashed away there with the panties I took away from Dani—strange and emotionally-loaded mementos of my wife; of her daughter. Melanie only this particular item once, on our wedding night, but it evokes powerful memories for me. The incredibly loving, intense sex we had that night. The awe and wonder I felt at knowing that this woman was my wife. I felt unreasonably lucky and blessed.
Now, looking at her daughter wearing the same thing, a dark heat swells in me.
Dani underneath me in this lingerie like her mother once was years ago.
She sashays towards me with a small smile playing on her lips and I’m struck by her likeness to Melanie. The sexy confidence as she shows herself off to me, the flash of seductive knowing in her eyes. It’s as if, for the first time, I’m truly seeing how Dani is Melanie’s daughter, after all.
They’re so different, Dani lighthearted, sincere and wellmeaning, while Melanie is manipulative and self-interested. There’s that light in Dani’s eyes that never was in Mel’s. But now, like this, wearing the lingerie her mother wore on our wedding night, and looking at me as if she has knowledge beyond her years, the similarity to my wife is unmistakable and uncanny. Maybe that’s what confuses me. Maybe that’s why I keep having these dirty thoughts.
“I can’t believe what a beautiful girl you’ve grown up to be. So beautiful and so sexy.”
She catches my eye in the mirror and gives me a devilish smile. “More beautiful than Mom?” My heart squeezes and skips a beat. With a observational detachment I notice a fleeting sense of shame, as if she’s discovered some secret. “Yes,” I whisper, nuzzling her neck. “More beautiful than Mom. My sweet, sexy little girl.”
“I want to, baby,” I murmur. “I fucking want to. But we can’t. I’m your daddy, sweetie.”
“Not really,” she argues, squirming underneath me. “Please.”
“Yes, really.” I hold her gaze. “I wouldn’t want it to be any other way. You’re my little girl and I love that.”
She groans, helplessly, and I grind against her again. “But you’re such a fucking sexy little girl. Look what you’ve done to me. Look what you’ve done to your daddy.”
“Let me help,” she whispers, spreading her legs and lifting her hips so that the base of my shaft is pressed against her pussy. Thank God for pyjamas or I would probably be inside her already.
“No, sweetheart,” I say with finality, knowing I need to stop this and walk away. I lift myself off her and stand up, noticing her stuffed bunny shoved between the pillows. I pick him up and hand him to her. “You and Bunners get some sleep. Your daddy has to go take care of himself right now in the bathroom and I’ll be back to bed soon.”
She takes the bunny and clutches it to her, looking up at me with sweet, pleading eyes. “But I want you.”
She’s irresistible. I run my fingers through her hair again and bend down to kiss her softly on the lips. “You’re too young,” I say. “Maybe when you’re older.”