11/13/2023 0 Comments Reddit sex stories![]() ![]() As the waistband struggled to clear my full erection, Stacy let out a giggle as my throbbing cock sprung free! As the wet shorts made an audible slap when they hit the floor, I placed my hands on the shower walls, to brace myself. “Now, please let me leave and you can finish alone.” Her next words melted to me the core! “Now Rob, you get out of those wet shorts right now and let’s get you all cleaned up!” Oh my fucking god, that was my late wife’s voice telling to get naked! This was the first time Stacy had ever called me by my first name and her tone sounded just like her mother’s! I was powerless and speechless, as I felt her tug at my shorts. Stacy was quite surprised at the site, “Whoa!” She gasps! With my eyes closed, “I’m sorry babe, it’s my fault, it was wrong!” I embarrassingly apologized. Out of nowhere, Stacy grabbed my hips, “Turn around, so we can finish!” As she spun me around. Standing there now soaked, Stacy laughing her ass off, “Well, you might as well ditch the shorts and go ahead and shower now!” “Stacy, I can’t believe you said that! No, I’m not going to do that! Point the water away from me, so I can get out!” hoping I can slide out without having to turn around and reveal my erection. ![]() The main shower head sprayed me right in the face and the handheld wand in Stacy’s hand soaked the back of my shorts. “Cause I’m your dad!” I pushed back just as the water flow returned. As I fiddled with the shower valve, “Technically yes, I’ve seen those parts, but it’s just different when they’re on you.” “Why?” Stacy pressed. “But Stacy, what if it’s for my sake, not yours!” I replied as a bead of sweat welled up on my brow and my body temp spiked! I was in real trouble as a very noticeable bulge was now growing in my shorts! “Come on dad, nothing here you’ve not seen before!” as she’s now laughing at me. “I’m over it, dad, just fix the shower!” She mocked me. I blushed and quickly turned toward the suspect shower head. “Yes, come in.” I slid the door open and stepped in, “Whoa Stacy, I thought you were covered up!” as I’m face to face with my mature naked daughter. “Ok, you ready?” Double checking before opening the door. ![]() “Yes, please, its only dribbling from the main head!” she insisted. Stepping into the doorway, “Everything Ok babe?” “No, the shower head is acting up again, can you fix it?” “Now?” I needed to clarify. “Dad, can you come here?” Stacy called out in an agitated tone. Figuring she was finished, I expected it would be a couple minutes before Stacy called me in, but it wasnt. My trip down bad memory lane was halted when I realized the water had stopped. Once back in her chair, she had it from there. Then once done, she’d dry off and slip the shirt back on. She had a 2X T shirt of mine that she’d slip on, then slip off once I got her settled on the shower bench and left. Once Stacy was strong enough to undress and dress herself, she’d call me into the bathroom, once she was ready for me to help her into the shower. ![]() One thing we figured out was shower time. We powered though it and sorted out our new life together. I felt she was more comfortable talking with another woman rather than a man, let alone her father, as those changes started. It would be selfish to say this was for my sake because it was not. Thankfully, I had my younger sister close by through those early years of puberty, to help Stacy. Honestly, she handled these situations much better than I did. Stacy was forced to mature much faster than she deserved to. We both quickly realized that her dad was going to get lots of accidental flashes of her lady parts. Stacy required some assistance in and out of her chair, help changing clothes, those kinds of things. My mind drifted back in time, and I found it hard to believe it’s been eight years since the accident that put Stacy in that chair! It was also hard to believe it’s been eight years since that same car accident took her mother’s life! It would be hard enough for a single dad to raise an eleven year old girl whose at the cusp of puberty, let alone one that required her dad to be FAR more involved in her personal space due to her paralysis. It was early evening, Stacy was in the shower, and I was across the hall in my room, enjoying a fine bourbon, waiting for her to let me know that she was finished. ![]()
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