After several years, my wife finally lost her battle with cancer. It had been a courageous one. Everyone had come in from out of town and our four bedroom home wasn't big enough to afford all the family their own bedroom. With several nieces and nephews, we set up several blow up mattresses for them to sleep on. That meant that one of our daughters would have to give up her room and bunk with me. She was 18 at the time and since we had always had a liberal dress policy around the house, it was nothing unusual for her to have to sleep in my room for the several nights that we all had to bunk up.
It was a very long day and I was quite emotionally exhausted and was encouraged to get to sleep early, since it was obvious that I was pretty tired. I just said to Natalie, "come on up when you are ready to head to bed". She said that she was tired too and she was going to go ahead and get to sleep early. She said goodnight to everyone else and we both headed upstairs to get ready for bed. I was used to sleeping with just a t-shirt on, but decided that I would sleep in my underwear and a t-shirt. I told her to go ahead and get ready and use the bathroom first and I would get ready after she was done.
She slipped off her jeans, top, and undid her bra letting it fall to the floor. It had a been awhile since I had seen her breasts and was rather surprised just how well formed they were, given her petite size. She walked in to the bathroom in just her white, very thin, panties while I briefly watched her from behind. She barely shut the door and went to washing her face and brushing her teeth. Moments later, she emerged just as she had entered, walked over to the bed, and slid her panties down, stepped out of them, and climbed into bed. Without being too overt, I noticed that she had recently trimmed her pubic hair with just enough to show, but closely trimming near her lips.
I got up and went in to pee and brush my teeth. I came out a few moments later, walked over to the other side of the bed and pulled down the sheet and covers and climbed in. The side table light was still on. She was laying there on her side looking at me with a few tears rolling down her eyes. I said, "honey, you know she is in a much better place now and all the pain is gone". She nodded without saying a word. I just layed there on top of the sheets closing my eyes. She moved closer to me on her side and ever so slightly whispered, "Dad, I love you. I know that you have had it rough over the last 4-5 months. You are tired and need some sleep". I nodded without opening my eyes. She snuggled up closer to me and started softly rubbing my chest. It felt nice.
Slowly, she would rub over to one side and each time her hand would move lower, come across my chest, and rub up the other side. At one point, she was just barely above my underwear and did it feel great. As my mind wandered, the feelings kept causing little jerks with my dick. On her next rub, she moved down the side of my leg along my thigh and back up the top of my leg just next to my underwear. By this time, I had 'grown' to almost a full erection that was very noticeable to the point that the head was just beginning to lift up the elastic band. I have always produced a LOT of precum and the area of my underwear just next to my head was very wet.
As she moved her hand across the top of my elastic band, she began to trace the down the side of my leg along the elastic band of my briefs. Since I had lost some weight over the past 3-4 months, the band wasn't near as tight fitting as it used to be leaving a sizeable gap between my leg and the underwear. On the next trip down the side of my leg, her hand had managed to move barely under the elastic meeting my pubic hair and just next to my sac. I felt a big twitch and let out a soft moan.
Never moving, she slowly began to trace back up moving ever so slightly under my elastic with her fingernail along my balls. This sent another twitch and a little deeper moan out of me. I looked up and noticed that the front of my underwear was as wet as I had seen them in a long time. Sensing that I was enjoying her soft caresses, she traced along my inside leg, up along my sac, and continued up just brushing my very hard dick. I jumped at the feeling letting out a long slight moan. I next felt her hand trace down the top of my shaft all the way down over my balls. This sent a huge twitch that almost caused me to unload right then and there. She whispered, "just relax and enjoy the feeling." I nodded my head.
She moved her whole hand over the top of my dick and slowly and with very delicate pressure ran it down to the base. She cupped my entire dick, still in my underwear, and moved up and down. At this time, I was beginning to breathe faster and groan more. I noticed that as my breathing picked up its pace, her hand began to move up and down the entire length of my shaft while she used her thumb and forefinger to form an O applying just enough pressure to hasten my breath and moaning. At this point, I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. I think she did too.
Her pace picked up while never increasing the pressure on my dick. About the fourth or fifth jerk, I felt my body begin to tense and knew I was going to blow a very big load. I felt it coming and then the spasms hit. The first one was a long and powerful shot followed by three or four more strong ejaculations. It took another 30-40 seconds for the spasms to subside before I looked down and noticed that the entire front of my pants were soaked. She softly kissed my ear and whispered, "I know you needed that and you should sleep like a baby now".
I laid there a few minutes totally spent. I then looked over at her. She smiled saying nothing. I whispered, "I guess I need to get up and change pants. I guess I made quite a mess." She nodded and closed her eyes falling off to sleep. I did change them, came back to bed, and snuggled up next to her drifting off to sleep until 8:00 the next morning. She was right, I did need that. More than I realized.