The Dilf

My name is Sally Jackson, and my grand illusion of greatness was shattered four months ago. I almost lost my marriage because I was a stupid idiot. Am I exaggerating? I'll let you be the judge. My husband's name is Dan. We've been married 18 years. Married young and pregnant young. Pregnant at 20, a daughter, pregnant again at 22, a son. The person who shattered my world is my daughter, Annie. My son Dan Jr. is too busy playing video games and sports to pay attention to me. I didn't realize just how much my daughter paid attention to me, until that fateful day when she burst my bubble.

So, what happened? Let me tell you.

I was in going to make myself a coffee in the kitchen on a Saturday afternoon, September 15th, to be exact. My husband was gone with our son to watch a football game. My daughter had two friends over, and they were sitting by our pool. These three were always together doing something. Today, they were enjoying the sun by our pool. It was a beautiful day, and they are beautiful girls.

Tiffany is blonde with blue eyes and a pair of breasts I would kill for. Never did mine look like hers. Her breasts were large but firm. Her nipples always making their perky appearance.

Jenny looks like the first picture you see when you search the internet for "awesome booty." Somehow, she packs her chocolate skin into the tightest skirts, pants, and dresses. She doesn't with her bathing suits, though. She wears a two-piece bikini with a thong back. You never see that string, ever.

Then there's my Annie. I think she's the best looking of them all. Why? Simple, she looks just like me. The me of at age 18, of course. If you want more proof, just watch all the boys flock to her like bees to honey.

The window was open, and they were talking. I decided it might be interesting to hear what they were talking about, so I started the coffee and went over to the window and sat down. Tiffany was speaking,

"Come on Annie, admit it, your dad is a DILF."

I wondered immediately what a DILF was. It didn't take me long to figure it out. I had heard men talk about MILFs before so this must be the guy version. Annie's response flabbergasted me.

"It's true Tiff, he is, and I'll admit it. I'm just afraid soon enough I'm going to find out just how much of a DILF he really is."

Now Jenny spoke up,

"I don't know what you are talking about Annie but if your mom dumps him I call dibs. I can't believe she would, I mean he is hot and will be a hot commodity! I hear other women talk about how much they would like to try him out all the time. Remember when I was a little late at gym class this week. I wasn't feeling well and while I was getting myself together I overheard Mrs. Johnson talking to our volleyball coach, Ms. Petrie.

Well, I learned that Mrs. Johnson in addition to getting soaking wet whenever your Dad talks to her, would give up her virgin ass to have him!"

That reminded me of two years ago when my husband and I we were at the Spring Fling. Me and a bunch of other women had over indulged in the punch and gotten pretty raunchy. I was on a tear telling them about Dan's lovemaking skills, he is an amazing lover. Rita Johnson was really drunk and had blurted out,

"wow, if I had a guy like that I would let fuck my ass anytime."

Everyone laughed, it didn't say much for her husband, Bob. It did get me to offer Dan my ass that night after he licked me to an earthshattering orgasm. He loved it, and it was alright for me, so we added it to our repertoire. A repertoire that has fallen into disuse lately. Again, that's stupid my fault. Jenny continued,

"Ms. Petrie just said that she's noticed your mom has been acting differently and not treating your dad that well. She hardly comes to see us play or other school events like she used to. When we're at your house and your mom is home, she seems distracted, always on her laptop. Anyway, Ms. Petrie totally agreed with Mrs. Johnson, and if things go off the rails, she said she will use all her ass-ets to land your dad."

What! That little tramp wants my husband. He won't be volunteering to drive the team anymore! Then Tiffany continued,

"It's so true after my mom found out my dad was cheating on her she got really drunk and while she was drunk all she could talk about was your dad. How perfect he was, how lucky your mom was and what an asshole my dad was. She makes comments under her breath all the time when she sees him. She doesn't seem to care who hears her. What are saying though Annie, why would he be coming available, my mom certainly would want to know?"

This is what I wanted to know. How did my daughter know her dad was coming available?

"It's not hard to see. My mom is taking him for granted. She disses him and she hardly shows him any affection. I remember not to long ago they were PDA all day. One time about a year ago my dad came home from work and my mom was in the kitchen making supper. They didn't know I was in the next room, they thought I was in my room like my brother. Anyways, my dad starts putting the moves on my mom, telling her all the sweet things guys want us to hear when they want our panties off. The next thing I know they are having a quickie! Now he's lucky if she lets him kiss her on the cheek and his compliments are all ignored. She used to say great things to him too but not anymore. Now it's complaints about this or that. They are all bullshit. I know my dad does more shit around this house than most guys and he doesn't procrastinate either.

Just the other day my mom got into it with him for leaving his dirty clothes by the door. You will not believe this. She has to go to work but has a flat tire. He fixes it immediately putting on the spare. Now he's almost late so he flings off his clothes by the door, puts on new ones and leaves. She got home first from work and did she pick up his clothes, nope. She yelled at him as soon as walked in the door for leaving his dirty clothes about. It was ridiculous."

As Annie kept talking I thought back to that day. It was true it was a stupid reason for a tirade. He was doing something for me and my response to him was to bitch at him. Annie much to my shame had more examples.

"The worst thing though is my mom is going to cheat on him."

Both her friends gasped and so did I! How did Annie know that?

"She left her laptop open and logged in to some dating site. I saw her profile and her DM's with the guys she was interested in. Lots of flirting and inuendo, no dick pics or pussy shots yet but it's coming I'm sure. This will not end well, it will crush my dad, and divorce is inevitable if he finds out."

My world imploded.

Annie saw that.

Her friends couldn't believe it.

"No way, your mom is actually planning on cheating on him, I can't believe it."

That was Tiffany, Jenny wasn't so nice.

"What a fool, I am totally claiming first dibs on him."

Shit, shit, shit this is a disaster! How could I forget to log off. I prayed that Annie hadn't told her dad. Jenny continued,

"Have you told your dad?"

"No, I'm not sure what to do. I want to slap some sense into my mom but I'm not sure if it's too late. I don't want them to divorce but my mom seems hell bent on fucking up her marriage. I tried in a round about way to speak to her after I found the lap top open, but she blew me off."

Ah that conversation makes more sense now. Annie had made a seemingly random comment about how I wasn't being very nice to her dad lately. I had shut her down quickly, telling her to mind her own business. Now I heard Tiffany's voice.

"It's just too bad, your dad is such a nice guy. He doesn't deserve this kind of treatment. He is always helping us out, taking us places, and he never gets purvey. I'm sure he's noticed booty girl here, and he has looked at my tits, but he always looks us in the eye even when we show plenty of skin. He is a perfect gentleman and adores your Mom. Can I be next in line after Jenny? Your mom and other women have been bragging about him, so from what I've heard, he's a real stud."

I couldn't believe these girls! They are half my husband's age, and they want to sleep with him. Annie needs new friends! Yet, Annie wasn't done yet,

"You both might get the chance sooner than you think. I know my mom's password now, so I've been checking, and she is setting up a date for next Friday night. I'm going to tell Dad, maybe that will stop her. Unfortunately, I think she has already moved on."

"Annie, your mom is an idiot! Your dad treats her like gold, if my dad were half as good as him, my mom would still be married to him."

Tiffany sure had my husband on a pedestal, so it seems does Jenny and Rita Johnson, Coach Petrie, and who knows else?? My husband the DILF! When did I push him off my pedestal for him? Then came another slap.

"I don't want to stay for supper anymore Annie, your mom disgusts me. I think we should get out of here, what do you say Tiff?"

They all agreed they would go out to eat and as they came in to change Annie yelled out to me not to worry about supper as they were going out. This never happened, Annie always found me and talked to me face to face. Her friends always said hello and goodbye. I thought they liked me.

The coffee I had made was cold by now and I considered the bottle of wine in the fridge. No, I had to think straight, no alcohol to confuse my already confused brain. Speaking of my brain, it must have fallen out of my head, maybe I should go look for it! Nope I reheated the coffee in the microwave and then sat down with my laptop. Funny thing it was open to the dating site, and I had been emailing my contacts on the sight. How ironic. It all felt so tawdry now. The giddy feeling of meeting new men was gone, replaced by a feeling of doom. How could I have gotten to this place? What was I thinking?

I'm not a crier, but I thought about having a good tear fest for a moment. Nope that's not me so I reviewed the facts. I have an ok job, but it keeps me busy, and it is interesting. I have a husband with a great job with flexible hours, excellent pay and benefits and no travel. I have two great kids who although teenagers are great kids! My husband is hot. I don't need teenager friends of my daughter to tell me that he's a DILF, I can see it if I just look. He is out of my league now. When we met we were both some of the beautiful people, I wouldn't have settled for less. Now I'm out of his league. He is even more tall, dark, and handsome. Fit and trim, quick with his killer smile. What am I, well didn't my sister Meghan tell me what I was a year ago on the beach!

Damn! That's when I must have lost my brain.

Like every August, my family and my younger sister's family went camping at the lake. It has a nice beach, and while the kids were out on the boat with the dads, we were lying on the beach. I was in my bikini, and my sister was wearing a maternity suit. She married later than I and started having kids later too. Her daughter was three and on the boat with dad. Meghan was 6 months pregnant. The beach was very busy, and it was a perfect summer day. Then my sister pissed all over perfect. I remember the conversation like it happened yesterday.

"Sally have you noticed something different today?"

"Not really Meghan, the beach is really busy and there's lots of boats on the lake but that's all pretty normal."

"You haven't noticed the lack of notice?"

"What do you mean?"

"Every year we come here, and even when you were pregnant, the guys would all make sure to pass by closely to where you were sun tanning. I know it wasn't for me, you were the beautiful one. Today, not a single guy has looked our way."

Wow, her words shook me to the core. I was beautiful! WTF! That was the past tense. She was exaggerating. Some guys had looked our way today. Just now some guys were veering our way, what a minute they veered away. My introspection was interrupted by Meghan continuing,

"It's not surprising though the way you've let yourself go. I mean a muffin top in a bikini? Not exactly what the boys are looking for. Those extra pounds have shown up in other places as well, like your chin that's looking to double. I can't believe it. You've always been so gorgeous, shedding the baby weight from your pregnancies like water off a ducks back.

Aren't you a little worried about Dan? I know he is the perfect husband. I've been watching and listening since you met him. Why do you think it took me so long to find a husband, I wanted one at least half as good as Dan. I'm sure he still loves you, but boy girl don't push it by letting yourself go."

I was speechless, but the more I thought about it that day and watched the lack of interest on that beach the madder I became. Mad at my sister for pointing it out. Mad at myself for "letting myself go." Most of all mad a Dan for being so perfect. It was all totally illogical, irrational, and dangerous. The fact of the matter was within one month of that day I was down 2 sizes, but I still wasn't the raving beauty I was at 18. I was still hot enough though that guys were checking me out whenever I was out.

Although Meghan apologized, blaming her comments on ragging hormones, it didn't matter. I just got madder at Dan. Everything he did made me get angry. After four months if I think back honestly I started to disrespect him and really treat him badly. Rebuffing not just intimacy in the bedroom but of any kind. Compliments blown off or ignored. I was becoming a real bitch.

Then, again thinking about it Dan changed. He went into "court me" mode I would say. Date nights, little gifts, loads of compliments and all the rest. It worked for a while. I love the guy; I do and his love bombing me was working. Things were getting back to pre-beach day. Then came the second incident. I remember that one too, just like yesterday.

The ladies and I went out for drinks after work to celebrate someone's birthday. This was a rare thing, but we did it on occasion. We were having a good time and stayed later than normal. A band started up and men started to ask us to dance. I should say men started asking everyone but me to dance! I am always the first to be asked but his time I was the last. I admit it now that it crushed my ego. That night Dan came home particularly happy, and I snapped at him. My anger returned and I became desperate to be desirable again. That's how I ended up on the dating website. Once I made my profile an avalanche of interest appeared. I was all caught up in the attention and flirting online. I was getting obsessed with it. I was so distracted by it that's when the day happened when I lost it on Dan when he fixed my flat tire. That was the story Annie recounted to her friends.

Now that I figured out what went wrong, I thought about what I could do about it? Obviously, I had to lose the hate for my husband and fast. The bigger problem was dealing with Annie. I had to stop her from telling her dad. I first told all my contacts on the dating website I was done messaging with them. The guy I was almost going a date with I squashed that idea. I would have closed out my account, but first I had to get Annie to see my latest emails. Then I had to speak with her. I thought of a plan to corner her the next day.

I know I said I'm not a crier, but after all this introspection, I couldn't help but shed some tears. What an idiot I am. This had to be fixed at all costs.

I know it is all very cliche, but Dan and Dan Jr. came home from the game to Dan's favorite supper. Yes, and I was in lingerie when I pulled Dan into the bedroom after Dan Jr went to his room for the night. I made sure we worked our way all through our repertoire.

The next day was Sunday and Annie met us at church. Dan Jr. went to his friend's house after and the three of us went home. I sent Dan outside to relax while I made lunch. I opened up my laptop and left it open on the table. Then I went to ask Annie to help me make lunch. I told her what we were having and that I would be right there after a quick trip to the bathroom. When I arrived in the kitchen, I couldn't tell if she had snooped or not but made a bit of a deal out of closing the laptop. I tried to keep the conversation light. After lunch, Annie volunteered to clean up, and I figured she would take a look at the laptop if she hadn't already.

Later that afternoon while Dan was mowing the lawn and Annie and I were lounging by the pool I gave it my best shot with Annie.

"Annie you know the other day you asked me about your Dad and I and I didn't really give you an answer."

"If that's what you want to call it Mom. I would say you blew me off, just like you've been blowing off Dad."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, your dad and I are doing great, I'm sure if you were home last night you'd be teasing us about all the noise we made."

"TMI, mom, TMI, but from what I've seen the last while you have lost interest in Dad."

"That's not true, your Aunt said something to me and some other things happened and I was just feeling frumpy and old and depressed. I was in a bit of a funk, and I may have been a little bit less than loving with your Dad but don't think for a minute I don't love him. I've been thinking about your question and really reflected on it. You were right and I'm going to fix it. You just watch and see, it's going to be not just the old me but a whole new better me pouring love on your Dad."

"I hope so Mom because I don't want my family broken up. That would suck so bad, and the worst thing would be having to beat back all the women who would be chasing Dad. My friends even call him a DILF, sheesh. There's enough older women who want Dad already, I couldn't take it if my Dad starting dating Tiff or Jenny."

"Your Dad's not dating anyone but me and I am not dating anyone but him! I might have given you the impression otherwise but that is not happening. We are going to be together forever!"

"I hope so Mom."

The next week or two I was nervous. It wasn't hard to do the PDA that I used to with Dan, it came naturally, and I enjoyed it. Yes I was an idiot to stop! I made sure Annie saw my laptop and that I had cancelled my account with the dating site. I didn't delete anything out of the trash so she could follow the electronic trail. Eventually, I stopped thinking about it, and my marriage blossomed. I had dodged that bullet, pulled myself out of the hole I had dug for myself, and no one was the wiser. I was feeling pretty proud about that.

Then if you would believe it my bubble was burst again! By Annie again no less.

All smug as a bug in a rug with my brilliance, I was going to get a coffee in the kitchen. When I passed the basement door I heard voices. It was Christmas break, and Annie was down there with her two friends. Sure, I stopped a minute to eavesdrop. I don't think they knew I was home, so it might be interesting. Especially after the last time I listened in on them. Hopefully, it would be better than last time.

It was pretty boring what they were saying, and I was about to move on when I heard them say DILF again. My ears perked up and I leaned in; it was Tiffany speaking.

"I can't believe the Christmas present your Dad bought us Annie, it is way over the top."

Then it was Jenny,

"My either Annie, booking a Spring Break trip for the three of us to Daytona all expenses paid! Wow!"

I thought to myself he never mentioned that to me, that was odd. Then they burst my bubble again as Annie answered them,

"What do you expect my Dad is a great guy and you guys helped with OPERATION DILF. He was so busted up about my Mom running hot and cold it was killing him. He tried to fix it but then she seemed to get worse. Then when she left her laptop open and I told him what I found he was going to divorce her. When he realized that my Mom was just in the early stages of infidelity he and I came up with our plan and you guys were key to it's success. You were so convincing I even started to believe you wanted to date my Dad."