Gift of Moving On

Chapter 1

So my story... I guess some would say I'm a 51 year old single dad of two daughters. The oldest, Isabella or Izzy as we call her is 25 and is currently away in Pharmacy School. Alexis (Lexi) is 23 and lives with me, working as a hair dresser.

Personality wise, the girls are similar in that they both know what they want and how they want things. Their management styles differ slightly from one another. Izzy is the type that knows how things should be and expects them to be that way. She is not shy about giving orders to get all the ducks rowed. I'm by no means calling her bossy nor am I calling her controlling. However, if there is an 'obvious' pattern or an easier way to do something and you don't see it, Izzy tends to get frustrated and often does it herself while rolling her eyes and mumbling to herself.

Lexi, on the other hand, is patient, motherly even. She is the type to set an agenda and create a list and then check in with you to make sure that you're okay while handling the list she established.

In the looks department, both of my girls are spitting images of their mother in their own way. Izzy is an outgoing, nerdy, and slightly stockier version of her mother if the Mrs. had strawberry-blonde hair, green eyes and was lighter in both frame and complexion.

When I say stockier, I don't mean she is fat. She is solid with little jiggle in her 5'4" frame - think full, yet solid thighs, a little junk in the trunk, and probably just a fraction more than a handful if she were to cup her breasts. She played volleyball in High School and has added a little weight since going off to post-secondary schooling.

Lexi is built more like the gymnast type she was when she was younger at almost 5'2". She has a well toned, lean cut frame with brown hair and brown eyes. Post-graduation, she has added a few pounds, but in the right places. Specifically, her thighs thickened, though still very well toned, and her hips (in her words) finally developed curves. She also got a little more pronounced up top going from "barely there" to just under a handful if she were to cup them with her tiny hands.

The funny thing about Lexi, in side-by-side photos, even the closest of relatives would be challenged in deciding if the photo was Lexi or her mother. While Izzy and Lexi definitely look like they are sisters, Lexi and her mother could pass as identical twins from differing generations. A clone, if you will.

The Mrs. (their mother) "disappeared" (ran off) just before Izzy started elementary school and Lexi was just out of diapers. It was a sudden, unexpected move on her part that both blindsided me and rocked my world. It was late summer and I came home from work to find she packed her car full of her belongings and that she was leaving to "find herself." In summary, she was too selfish to care for the kids and wanted to go "live her life."

You're probably wondering if there were 'signs' before she left. There were. I wrote them off as post-pardem, probably thinking it was a phase and she'd get over it if I'm fair. I was consumed with work, as we had decided she would be a stay-at-home mother to our children - at least until they were in school. Before having kids, this is something she overtly stated she wanted for the record. We've not heard from her since. When she abandoned and dropped the ball, I picked it up and ran with it.

I threw my entire existence into both raising and providing for my girls 24-7. I never took the time to look back, mourn, or gain closure as to what happened. I did my best in terms of getting the girls into activities, keeping their grades up, keeping a roof over their head, and making sure they felt loved. I played the role of provider, chauffeur, protector, counselor, banker, chef, Father, and Mother.

The entire time raising the girls, I did not date. Technically I guess I'm still married, though I try not to think about that. I guess one could say I never took time to pursue any type of closure. I don't think I really pondered the hows or the whys deeper than surface level, as doing so would potentially take away from the mission at hand - giving the girls the best life possible.

The girls are my best friends and I'm theirs. Naturally, I'm closer to Lexi than I am Izzy, as Izzy is 16 hours away finishing up school and Lexi still lives with me. Lex could probably afford to move out on her own. However, it is probably safe to say she doesn't want me to be alone. Lexi was more the Daddy's girl of the two - definitely more affectionate.

She was typically the one to make sure all the i's were dotted and t's crossed in the house. From confirming what we were having for dinner to organizing chore lists, to even "checking in" to make sure her sister and I were okay. I guess it is safe to say she was the nurturer of the house while Izzy just kinda expected it to get done.

After the girls aged out of their respective activities, I never reclaimed the extra time for myself. I kept going, taking a promotion and working a sixth day each week rather than five. Work and home, home and work with a very predictable routine. A day's worth of chores and aspirations of relaxation and recovery ending the week before it starts all over again clearly makes me a dull boy. I get it.

During the week, I wake up 45 minutes before my alarm when the coffee begins brewing. I generally enjoy coffee cup #1 while catching up on reading the news and scrolling the socials. By the time my alarm goes off, I refill my cup and wrap up whatever rabbit hole I've jumped down. In the event I'm still distracted, a second alarm sounds, alerting me I need to get my ass in the bathroom to shave, shower, and get ready for work before Lexi rolls in there hot before whirling off to work herself. Then I head off to work myself. Ten hours later, I return home, order dinner, throw on Netflix while eating said dinner, and doze off on the couch until Lexi comes home - at which time, she wakes me up. We generally debrief respective days a bit before heading to our respective bedroom.

This is my routine - day after day, week after week. It has been this way for as long as I can remember. And since I'm doing little to nothing to change things up, the routine is surely to remain in place. That is, until one of those annoying reels I mentioned earlier triggered a sequence of events that changed the orbit of my day to day world as I knew it.

As I often scroll social media, I'd be lying if I said I didn't notice the short-form video reels. These are the ones that are annoyingly inserted into the feed created by seemingly random strangers or 'content creators' that the algorithm is forcing upon you. Surely you know what and who I am talking about. Sometimes it is the young looking and slender, pouty lipped blonde girl talking while lowkey showcasing her perky tits that virtually jump off the screen. Other times it is celeb photos or variations of lists of "top" adult stars of various genres. Then there is the occasional hard-bodied Asian girl walking with the camera slowly tilting from her ankles upwards to the full body shot. And let's not forget about the dangling feet reels or the "breast feeding" reels.

Okay, I'd be lying by omission if I said I do not sometimes linger on the feeds. After all, I am a 51 year old man that, generally speaking, is entirely too engulfed in his work to find meaningful relationships of any sort.

Today, I begin reading the news of the day while breaking into coffee cup #1. Upon conclusion, I opened the social media for a robotic scroll session. As I scroll, a reel catches my eye. I scroll past initially but go back, as I'm compelled to scroll back up. I thought I saw what looked like my daughter Lexi showing a bit more skin than I'd expect to encounter on her socials and I've never known her to do reels before.

I scroll back up, mousing over the reel to see this petite, yet perfectly curvy girl sporting a white spandex top that ties around her abs whilst showing a hint of underboob; swaying her hips side to side in a pair of extremely short and form fitting printed spandex bottoms. "Life's too short for boring days" reads the caption as she seductively moves, running her hand up her body before brushing her shoulder length brown with blonde highlights hair off her gorgeous face.

Intrigued, down the rabbit hole I go, watching reel after reel. Shorts of her seductively swaying, dancing on the bed wearing a cutoff sweater and exposing her sports bra. Snippets of this young lady sensually washing a cucumber in the sink while her backside cheekily peaks out of her curve hugging short shorts. "Not Lexi, but god damn, she could pass as a sister, twins even!" I think to myself as the reel runs and repeats over and over again.

After a quick search, I happen upon her website and quickly see she has more socials. Before exploring that way, my alarm sounds and it's time to go off to work. The next few days, I venture further and further down the rabbit hole to a more "risque" platform during morning coffee. I don't have an account but there is a preview and I'm watching each and every video of this beautiful temptress in hopes of catching a mere glimpse, even a hint of uncharted territory. Short vids of this beauty modeling a variety of silky lingerie and looking SEXY as hell. My God, I've gotta see more! This might be the most beautiful human I've ever laid my eyes upon! Sidenote, the entire time, my eyes are glued to the screen as I consume the vids. My mouth is watering, and I'm as hard as a rock.

My alarm sounds as I snap back to reality. Into the bathroom, ready for work, whirlwinding daughter, off to work - you know the routine. Run it back tomorrow...

Tomorrow comes and so does the morning coffee. I jump back down the rabbit hole, devouring video after video on my quest when finally I strike gold! There it is... New, uncharted territory. My daughter's doppleganger wearing a white sheer silk two-piece nightie in front of a body mirror. The bottoms are short, slightly less than skin tight, sheer shorts that leave virtually nothing to the imagination, while the tops are spaghetti straps, loose fitting and showcasing the model's tight tummy. As she looks in the mirror at all her beauty, she teases the removal of her top. She peels the spaghetti straps one by one from her shoulder while holding the top in place - before running her hands back up, replacing the straps upon her shoulders. I suspect she tweaked each nipple while enroute to the straps as they each snapped to attention, poking through the silky top aching to march. Then she runs her hands down and over the mounds of her breasts to the bottom of the nighty. She seductively begins raising her top, being careful to cover her breasts with her hands. She moves her left hand ever so slightly, exposing a hint of her bare, areola and eraser sized nipple while cracking a devilish, seductive smile and the video ends.

I'm sweating and my heart is thumping as I loop the video. My alarm sounds. Rather than jumping into action as per the norm, I silence the alarm, memorizing every detail and burning this image eternally into my retinas. For the better part of ten minutes, I watch over and over again while my hand travels south. Each view is as exciting, encaptivating, and stimulating as the discovering view. Hyperfocused, nothing besides the video exists to my senses. Oblivious to the world, I was at least fifty loops deep before I noticed Lexi over my shoulder.

"Whatcha doing?" she slyly asks.

"Huh, what, oh Lexi!" I say as I jump out of my chair with ringing ears and starry vision while fumbling to remove my hand from my shorts and close the browser as words stutter out of my mouth.

"Dad, it's okay. We're all adults," she giggles as if it's not a big deal.

"Speaking of adulting, ummm - is it still okay for me to get in the bathroom? I know you haven't gone in there yet," she observes.

"Yea, Lex, go ahead. I'm, I'm just going to go in late today. No sense in holding you up," I stutter in breathless response.

She handles her business in the bathroom while I stress about being caught lusting over her body double. She finishes in the bathroom, rolls out to tell me she is leaving, and playfully kisses me on the cheek.

Perhaps she didn't notice the hottie looked just like her, I rationalized to myself as I fumble around to get my day started. At work, I'm not the least bit productive, as I have two things on my mind. That hot video and being caught.

Back home, I run my typical routine - dinner, unwind with a few drinks, and Netflix while en route to dozing off on the couch. Just as I'm crossing over to dream land, the door opens. Lexi announces her friends bailed on her for their post-work drinks and was hoping I'd be up for happy houring with her at the house to make up for it.

"I'll have a few more with you before bed," I tell her as she grabs the shot of whiskey residing next to my beer, slamming it. She wiggles, shaking off the shot before cracking an approving smile. "Yay!" she exclaims and asks me to get us both beer and a shot while she gets out of her work clothes and into her 'comfy clothes.'

The tele amounts to nothing more than background noise, as Lexi and I discuss our respective days while she plays (in her words) "catch up" on the alcohol; dropping two double shots per beer compared to my lone double shot accompanying my beer.

The 'whatever' movie that was on the tele ends & my tipsy daughter proposes we do 'one more' before calling it a night. I top us off and join her in the two for one whiskey; clinging glasses with her before 'down the hatching.' As I refill the sipping glasses, she goes 'there.'

"Dad, this morning..." She begins as she grabs her beer and leans against the far side of the couch arm with one leg curled in and the other on the coffee table. "I didn't mean to startle you..." she continues as she shuffles around the couch to get comfortable.

"Lex, you have nothing to apologize for," I quickly retorted.

"I just feel bad," she says as she sets her beer on the carpet and settles on lying down with her feet just near my leg.

"Don't," I reply. "I'd rather we forget about the whole, embarrassing thing."

"Actually, I have to tell you something," Lexi giggles. "I, um, looked her up when I was at work today.

"I had to see who you were fawning over," she says, giving my thigh a playful nudge with her foot as she sprawls out on the couch. "She looks a lot like Mom."

"I guess she does," I tell her. To be honest, while previously referencing the uncanny resemblance between my girls and their mother, my mind never once connected the online vixen to my Mrs. even though the online model looked just like my daughter, who also looks just like my wife.

Without thinking, I grab Lexi's right foot pulling her heel onto my knee as I begin to rub her foot like I've done in the past. A sigh escapes her lips. "I like it when you rub my feet," she mumbles as she pulls the blanket down from the top of the couch, covering her torso while leaving her legs exposed from the knees down while I continue working the tension out of her foot.

"Yep, definitely looks like Mom, she does," Lexi says. "She has great taste in her ummm, outfits. And she is hot, if I do say so myself," she says as she smirks. I chuckle, somewhat uncomfortably. While Lexi and I are close and somewhat open with one another, our sexual preferences are not a topic often broached.

Lexi continues talking about the online hottie and my mind begins to drift as I work her foot. For a minute or two, my realities blur and I imagine I'm not rubbing the foot of my beautiful daughter, but instead I'm rubbing the foot of the sexy temptress from the socials.

Lexi coos as I work her foot from heel to toe, needing my way across her arch while thinking about her virtual twin. She stretches and her bent leg slides into my lap with the sole of her foot resting on my lap.

"Were you thinking about Mom when you saw those videos?" Lexi asks, snapping me back into reality.

"I guess in a way, I was," I tell her, totally lying.

"In a way?"

"Yea, in a way. I mean, the video caught my eye, as she looked... somewhat familiar. And...... she was very attractive in her own way."

"Well, what did you like about her?"

"Uh, I like how her hair frames her face and the color compliments her brown eyes," I explain.

"Mmmmmm, she did have nice, dreamy eyes. Bedroom eyes, even" Lexi replies as she continues to shift around with her eyes closed. "Tell me more that you liked about her."

"Well... She has a flawless body, perfect height, perfect thickness," I begin.

Not gonna lie, I like petite women. They need a little well placed meat on their bones but I like them on the smaller side. This online model is 5'4", probably on the smaller side of a c-cup, tight abs, a tight, yet shapely ass with well toned thighs to match.

"I thought so too. I also liked that she kept it classy, despite being quite the tease," she adds.

"Agreed."

I change feet to give her left foot the same attention I gave to her right, to keep it 'fair,' working the tension of her day out of her aching feet.

"Dad, when Mom left, you never dated. Why?"

"Lex, while your Mother selfishly decided she wanted to change the path she was on, I chose my path and stuck with it. My commitment was to my family. I guess I didn't feel like I had the right to think about myself or take time away from you and Izzy. I guess I felt it would have been selfish of me to move on," I explain as I finish up her left foot.

"What about now?" she asks as I cover her feet with her blanket.

"What about now what?"

"I mean, why aren't you moving on now? Izzy and I are both grown and you're overdue. It wouldn't be selfish to start dating now!" Lexi retorts.

I pause and take a deep breath. "I guess, if I'm honest, that is something I've been putting off, as it would require me to open up some old, closed wounds. I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for that, as I'd first have to gain closure on your Mother leaving."

I look up and see Lexi sound asleep. I pull the lever on the couch to bring the leg rest up and fall asleep as well.

Chapter 2

Morning quickly announces itself in the sound of brewing coffee. I get up, careful not to wake Lexi and head to the computer across the room from my sleeping daughter with coffee cup #1. I scroll the socials and another reel pops up of 'the girl' swaying and wiggling back and forth, wearing a red lacey, barely there nighty that ends just below her swaying hips. The straps are strategically positioned below her shoulders, naturally getting the mind wandering towards removal. She also has red thigh high stockings.

I look up from the screen at Lexi across the room. "My God, they could be sisters," I think to myself.

Seeing that Lex is still sleeping soundly, I go to the more racy platform. The most recent post, three pictures. In each of the pictures she wears a white, lacy nighty, thigh high stockings, and a white lacy mask covering her eyes. In one of the pics, she has her thumb around one of the straps, pulling it down and showing further hint of cleavage.

The next post, a sheer white romper unbuttoned in the front, seductively smiling to the camera as she shows her white, lacy bra. Again, she showcases the ample cleavage of her high B or low C cups. She has white stockings and black heeled platform shoes that buckle around the ankle. I don't much care for the shoes, but the stockings, the overall look, and the bedroom eyes are to die for. While my daughter is still asleep, my cock begins to rise.

Scrolling further, a pic that brings my dick to full attention. White thigh-high stockings, what is probably a g-string and a blanket. Leaning on her elbow, lying sideways with her left leg over the blanket, and her right hand holding said blanket over her bare breasts, looking at the camera with her seductive eyes, hair down, and a playful smile.