I replaced mom

I come from a relatively well-adjusted family, so I wouldn't have imagined that, at 27, I would be in a passionate, romantic, sexual relationship with my own dad.
I was a single child, very tight with my mother and very loving with my father. Sex was always discussed openly and naturally. I'm aware of my vices, though: I don't need a therapist to tell me that I was always attracted to my dad. Since I have any form of sexual impulse I was attracted to similar-looking older men (it's still a secret to everyone that I lost my virginity to one at 15, passing as a college girl). I never acted on those instincts towards him, though. We had a loving and very deep connection as father and daughter, beyond anything sexual. And he always loved and respected my mom, whom we lost only a few years ago to cancer.
In retrospect, there were a few weird things I noticed as I got older. People often told me how much alike my mother and I were (which was true, like two drops of water), and every now and then I caught my dad looking at me in ways beyond loving, but he never did anything inappropriate. And shortly before she passed, my mother told me some weird confessions. The biggest one, that her first brush with sex had been with her own brother, who had died in an accident during their teens. In her own words, she didn't just love him but was in love with him before he met my dad. She said it was more usual and normal that people admitted, which made me uncomfortable but I didn't say anything.
After my mother died, I spent a few weeks keeping my father company. He's very stoic and disciplined, the kind of clean-cut gray fox that dresses sharp and exercises daily regardless of anything, so his grieving wasn't all that bad and he didn't need me much either. We became a little more touchy with each other, out of companionship more than anything. After a while we said goodbye and I went home, but I could feel a weird tension growing. I checked up on him constantly, and eventually became more emotionally connected. I visited him more often, and we became closer and closer, he kept telling me how much I looked like my beautiful mother. By then I knew I wanted something more to happen, so one day I dropped by with some wine. We embraced and I told him how I wanted to take care of him so much, that I loved him no matter what happened. As I saw him hesitate I kissed him and rubbed myself against him. Told him mom gave me permission and wanted him to be happy. He made love to me that night, and I experienced my first true orgasm. I've had plenty of boyfriends in the past pleasure me and make me cum, but this was the first time I had one of those orgasms that feel like an out of body experience, like the nirvana. A lot of guilt followed that first time, but we worked our way through it.
We became comfortable with our new relationship in time for the quarantine. My work could be done remotely, so I took my things and moved in with him. We're a couple in secret now, completely fulfilled in a deep connection of love and sex, regardless of the nature of our relationship. He makes love to me like no other man ever has. I surrender fully to him as he touches and worships every inch of my being, talks into my ear to say how much in love he is with my soul, my short, straight hair, my soft and full breasts, my pussy, the taste of my tongue, the shivers of my body every time he makes me cum, and how tenderly he asks if he can cum inside me (he has the vasectomy and I'm on the pill, so it's all covered). I don't care what anybody else thinks.

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