Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead (or undecided), is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story.
Edited and corrected by Terry Dawson.
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Sitting back in my swivel chair, I looked around the room. I worked for one of the top most successful law firms the city, Mallard and Mallard. It was my father and his brother, Robert Mallard and Harold Mallard. I, of course am Brenda Mallard, daughter of Robert. I am one of three children. My brothers decided that law was not going to be their chosen field. Robert Jr., the youngest, chose medicine and Michael, my older brother, became a research biologist.
Uncle Harold had no children. That was his own choosing, well... because Uncle Harold was gay. Uncle Harold does not flaunt being gay, but is not ashamed to admit he is gay. At first I was told that father was ashamed and refused to acknowledge that they were brothers. After some time, he slowly accepted it, and now has Uncle Harold and his partner to his home many times for dinner or cookouts. Sometimes the three of them sit in the den and watch the game on Sunday.
This is neither about my brothers nor my uncle. When I was quite younger, I was living the modern day princess. No harm or wrong would befall me. My father soon abolished all my problems or troubles outside the home. Inside our home, mother ruled, and what mother wanted, mother got. I was her baby girl and was protected as such.
When I was eighteen, Mark Thompson took me out on a date. He had brought along a six-pack of beer. After drinking three of them, he got into my pants. Needless to say, I also got pregnant. My father, being the lawyer he is, got him to sign away all rights and privileges. During the summer of my sixteenth year, I had Samantha, or Sam as most call her.
So now here I am, thirty-six and have an eighteen year old daughter. Even at thirty-six, I still have my high school figure. I'm five eight, long auburn hair, my breasts are full C, and gravity has yet to make them sag. I have a twenty-five inch waist, and tapered hips, with what some call a nice bubble butt. I have green eyes with flecks of gold in them.
Samantha on the other hand is five ten, dirty blond hair and the deepest blue eyes you'd ever want to see. She is close to being a D cup, with a medium build. Because of soccer and softball, she has maintained her weight well. Her softball coach told me that she is good enough thatshe might even be able to get a scholarship playing softball.
Well, enough about my family and me. It happened on a Thursday that my world was turned upside down. I was scheduled for a late afternoon court appearance, I was checking my briefcase and noticed the files I needed were not there. I realized that I had left them on my nightstand after going over them while relaxing in bed before going to sleep.
I told Donna, my secretary that I was going to stop at the house and pick up the files I left there and take a long lunch before going to court. After bidding her a good day, I said that I would see her in the morning.
Thinking Samantha would be out with her friends at the park, I didn't pull into the garage as I might have normally done, thinking I was only going to be a moment. After I came out of my bedroom and just before I turned to go down the hall, I heard a moan coming from the partially opened door of Samantha's bedroom.
Thinking maybe Samantha was home and maybe ill, I started walking down the hall towards her room. Her door was open maybe six inches, but as I got closer, I heard someone speaking. It was a girl's voice. I stopped and listened for a minute, when I distinctly heard her say, "Oh god Sammy yes, lick me right there."
I froze. I started thinking of someone taking advantage of my Samantha. I was ready to kill this person for violating my precious daughter. I was about to barge into the room and confront this pervert when I heard my daughter's voice.
"Ever since I seduced you a couple months ago, I can't get enough of you."
I couldn't believe my ears. I knew my daughter's voice; I knew it was her, yet I still could not believe what I just heard. My hands were shaking; I nearly dropped the folder I was holding. I quickly slipped out the shoes I was wearing, picked them up and silently made my way out of the house where I could think and get a grip on myself.
I pulled into the parking garage across the street from the courthouse. I thought I would use the restaurant attached to the garage but I had no appetite for food at the moment. I just sat in my car, my mind going over and over the sounds I had heard coming from Samantha's bedroom. Trying to think back if I had missed any warning signs that this was all happening, there were none. For all intent and purposes, she was my bubbling happy go lucky daughter.
A fellow attorney passing by stopped and tapped on my window startled me bringing me out of my thoughts. As I rolled down the window, he said he noticed me just sitting here and was wondering if anything was wrong. I assured him I was fine, but had my head wrapped around a case I was working on. I noticed that I had five minutes before my assigned court appearance and thanked him for his consideration before I rushed off to court.
Getting my head back into my work, I ripped the plaintive a new asshole. Thanks to Vic's fine work, especially with the detailed pictures. My client, Mr Holding, was seeking a divorce on the grounds of adultery. With the pictures in hand his wife had no choice but to take what was offered, and a reduced settlement at that. When my client caught wind of it all, he hired our firm to represent him, our firm Mallard and Mallard. We had hired Vic to get the goods on his soon to be ex-wife.
After the judge granted the divorce, Mr. Holding then asked if he could have a word before I left. We stepped over near the jury box for a little privacy when he asked if he could stop by the office on Monday to see if I would take on his company as a representative in all its legal matters. I was almost too stunned to answer, so I reached inside my purse and retrieved my phone to look at my appointment calendar.
"I am free from eleven on, I have no other appointments the rest of the day," straightening my shoulders and trying to put some conviction back into my voice.
"Fine, I'll pick you up at eleven, we'll have lunch, I'll explain the basics of my company and then we can go back to your office, meet the rest of your partners and possibly draw up a contract."
"Fine" I said, "I'd see you at eleven then."
When I got back to my car, I yelled a loud "YES!" Pumping my fist up and down a few times and then got into the car. I called Donna to make sure I was free for Monday except my early morning court appearance.
The first thing I wanted to do was to properly thank Vic for the wonderful job he did on collecting the evidence we needed to win this case. Having his number on my phone, I simply sent him a text asking if he was available for dinner Saturday evening at six. I gave him the location and asked if it was not a good time to let me know.
As I pulled into the garage at home, I heard my phone alerting me that I had received a text.
"Due to unexpected circumstances, this weekend will not be a good weekend for me to meet, however if you would like to make it tonight I would be more than glad to meet with you. Vic"
I texted back, "Same location, see you at six."
I called the restaurant and made reservations for six PM, asking for a private table so we could talk.
When I got home, Samantha was in the kitchen making a pitcher of ice tea. As I sat my purse and brief case down, she came over and gave me a hug. As her arms wrapped around my shoulders, my mind suddenly thought of someone else's arms around her naked body. Shaking off the thoughts, I gave her a kiss on the cheek, asking how her day went.
"Oh nothing unusual, Mel and I just hung around, went to the park, nothing worth mentioning," pulling away and reaching for her glass of ice tea.
"How was your day mom, anything exciting happening?"
"Oh yeah, I won my case big time, and maybe landed a corporate account in the process," Smiling at the thought.
"Don't worry about dinner," I said. "I'm meeting our investigator for dinner tonight. He had done such a good job, I wanted to personally thank him."
