"I do worry about her, honey," Lisa told me.
We were in bed, after, when she raised her concern for her daughter, Jodie. Jodie was nineteen and utterly charming, and had just finished her first year of college. She was also smart as hell and had brought home spectacular grades. And, after being a late bloomer, she had definitely bloomed in the college atmosphere.
"I mean, she knows how to be safe and everything, but how good are these guys for her? I worry that she might run across an abuser. There seem to be so many young men running around with some messed-up ideas about sex."
"Like what?" I asked. I knew she needed some prompting.
"Like all the things I had to find out about the hard way."
The co-worker who had introduced me to Lisa had told me, "You'll like her. She's unconventional, like you." She was right. We had hit it off immediately. Lisa was also bright, witty, and warm, the qualities I had come most to prize at my advanced age of, uh, thirty-mumble. She had kept herself in excellent shape, which didn't hurt. And she responded avidly to those of my features that I fancied my "better side". We started dating and soon became lovers. We were a great match, and I was very happy. And here we were, six months later.
"Like, you owe a guy something just because he takes you out. I could go on and on. I've told you what my life was like before, right?"
"Yes, you did, I know. I'm sorry I wasn't around then to help you with it."
Her marriage, though having produced a loving and protective daughter, had not been happy. Money problems, bad communication, unreasonable expectations. When her husband descended into outright abuse, Lisa left. It was Jodie who tipped the balance and let her mother know in blunt terms that it was time to get out before she got seriously hurt. She was thirteen at the time. I did mention that she was smart.
It could have been worse. Lisa rebuilt her confidence and got back on her feet, Jodie beside her right along. Threat of legal action kept her husband from intruding and he eventually agreed to the divorce. That Lisa still had her sense of humor and her trust in people (where they earned it) attested to her strength. And Jodie...
"Honey, I would try not to worry about her too much. I remember when she was here over the holidays and I was new to her. She watched me like a hawk. I think if I had made a false move I would have been dead meat. I know she's warmed up to me now-"
"Oh, Jerry, she loves you. You know that."
"I know, I know. She's so sweet and kind to anyone who is kind to her-or to you-but I would pity the person who tried to cross either of you. She's nobody's fool. I think she will be OK."
"You have a point, love. But I still do worry. I'm her mother, it's my job."
"Well, let me help you turn off the worry machine for tonight."
"Mmmm, you're so good at that. Ready for me again, babe?"
"Second round is go."
Just fondling her breasts had bought me another erection. Sucking them was even better. Soon I had two fingers in her sopping pussy and was rubbing her clit with my thumb, while her sighs and moans rose in a sweet crescendo until she was begging me for my cock.
I mounted her and slid into her waiting warm wetness. We began a slow coupling that would accelerate and end with our bodies crashing together in mutual climax and then, languid relaxation into sleep.
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"Uncle Jerry, got a minute?"
I was in the living room when she bounced in, full of energy as always.
"For you, always. What's up, Jodie?"
"I just bought this top," she said. "I'm going to save it and wear it to school in the fall. But I need your opinion. Do you think the guys will like it?"
I groaned inwardly. Here she was again, reminding me that my girlfriend's daughter was also a very attractive young woman. Honey-colored hair that fell to her shoulders. Blue eyes you could drown in. A slim figure but with a delicious curve to the hips. And now, a top that was blue to match her eyes, with white lace trim, and cut low enough to reveal just the very top of what were obviously pert, creamy breasts. She turned around in a circle, giving me the full panorama. I felt a familiar sensation in my cock as it started to rise. This was new. I had always managed not to actually get aroused in front of her before. Please don't let it show!
"Honestly? It's fantastic. You're going to have to beat them off with a stick." I was thinking of beating myself with the stick to quell my incipient erection.
"Oh, thank you. I know I can trust your judgment. But you know I gave that up after high school."
"The beating them with a stick thing?"
"Yeah. I mean, in high school I would get asked out, but none of those guys appealed to me much. I would go out with them sometimes, but it never went very far. And the guys that did appeal to me weren't asking me, and I never got up the nerve to ask them myself. Now in college things are more open. It seems like it's more OK for a woman to go after the person she's interested in. So I guess I've been making up for lost time a little bit.
"So, I've slept with a few guys now, and it's been very nice, but I haven't found anyone I want to be with full time yet. Jerry, do you think there's something wrong with that?"
"Uh, Jodie, shouldn't this be a discussion for you and your mother?" I was actually embarrassed. The pressure in my groin eased off. Safe for the time being!
"Oh, we have talked about it. But I need to hear a man's perspective, too. Someone who's mature and understands these things. You know I've never really had that. Well, since my father was around, but he wasn't much help anyway."
Her eyes had darkened at this point.
"Oh no, I'm really sorry Jodie, I should have picked up on that. I'm so honored that you trust me enough to confide in me. You know you can talk to me anytime, and I promise to always be honest with you.
"And to answer your question, it's not wrong. Just about everyone goes through that, really. It's part of the exploration process about finding out what we want in a potential mate. Nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, you should enjoy the experience. You could be making memories that you'll always treasure, and if you're lucky, friends to share them with. As long as you're safe and protect yourself, there shouldn't be a problem."
"Uncle Jerry, that means so much to me-your being willing to listen. Thank you," she said, brightening again. "And thank you for the answer, too. It helps."
"You know," she went on, "Mom has been so much happier since you've been around. I hope you're going be around for a long time."
"Oh, I plan to, dear. She makes me very happy, too. I'm not going anywhere."
"So glad to hear it. Oops, gotta run! Sorry, I lost track of time. Going to lunch with Maria, can't be late. See you later."
But she took the time to wrap her arms around me for a quick hug and to peck me on the cheek, chastely. Even so it melted my heart.
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I went home to sleep in my own apartment that night. Lisa had an early shift at work the next day, and I was giving her space. Truth be told, another reason was that if I stayed, I would be alone in the house with Jodie the next morning. At this point, I didn't know if I could trust myself under those circumstances.
What was happening to me? Lisa was all I had wanted in a woman. Why on earth did I have to be attracted so to her daughter? Jodie wanted and needed a father figure, not some old guy to letch after her. If I married Lisa-it had crossed my mind a few times-I would in fact be her stepfather. Not biologically related, to be sure, but it would still be all kinds of wrong. Was it even possible to have the proper mentoring relationship with her while at the same time knowing that I wanted to undress her and do all sorts of sweet and dirty things with her?
When I finally went to bed, I tried envisioning Lisa. My dear, beautiful Lisa, who loved me despite everything she had been through, whom I had somehow inspired to trust again...
Her hair was darker than Jodie's, her figure a bit fuller, but she had the same blue eyes and the resemblance was unavoidable. I had been stroking myself while thinking of her and that wonderful erotic attachment we shared, but by the time I finally came and drifted toward sleep, my fantasy woman had become a perfect amalgam of mother and daughter.
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"I'd really like to be able to teach her about things," Lisa said. "But I still find it awkward to talk about sex with her."
I was sitting behind her on the bed with my arms around her, lightly stroking the sides of her breasts in afterplay.
"What kind of things, darling?" I asked.
"Things that should come with experience, but don't always. Like, it's perfectly nice to suck cock. She should see it as a loving thing and not some icky act that guys only want because they see it in porn. And she shouldn't settle for a man who won't go down on her. I think of someone like that as selfish and unimaginative."
I agreed, the taste of her still on my lips.
"Still, now that she's getting experience, I would think she'd work things out," I said. "She has natural curiosity, and that has to help."
