After six years of study, I was approaching graduation. In a month I would have my Master's degree in History in hand. As well, I had an employment contract to begin teaching high school the following fall. With celebration in mind, I went out for a mother/daughter evening with my mom.
At her favorite bar, we spent the evening listening to a local singer/songwriter, chatting, and drinking rum and cokes. As mom had begun spending more and more evenings at bars and night clubs following her divorce with dad, she seemed to drink three for every one that I drank. As the evening past she became chattier, broaching subjects WAY out of my comfort zone. As she led our conversation to very personal topics, I kept bringing it back to vague plans for the future. One example of this was how I answered an inquiry as to whether I would be finding a lover for the summer, explaining that I would probably head West for a visit with Dad instead.
This brought about an even more uncomfortable dialogue from Mom. Her eyes began to become tear filled as she reminisced about their marriage. She told me how sorry she was for destroying their marriage and how I got my love for academics, hard work, and spirituality from him. With a sad laugh she told me how it was so ironic that her affair had cost her the best lover that she had ever had. "Nobody has been able to satisfy me, except your father. He was amazing in bed. Just thinking about him inside me makes my body tremble." On that note, I took her home leading her into our house and tucking her in bed.
It had been a rough flight following an exasperating hour getting through airport security. At the Denver airport luggage claim area I sat with tears in my eyes. Only my smaller suit case had arrived. My main bag had not made it out of Atlanta. My father's arm around me was soothing and comforting.
Driving to his house in the foot hills, he consoled me and rebuffed each of my concerns: "You can borrow some of Jenny's warm clothes." As Jenny was his girlfriend, only a few years older than I, this was not a pleasant thought. But he continued to calm each of my breakdown worthy realizations of what was missing. "We will buy you a new bikini, besides it is not like Colorado has a beach." "You are absolutely beautiful without make-up." "Underwear? I do not think your Mother ever wore underwear in her whole life."
Dad and I had amazing conversations that evening. I even found his girlfriend very nice and intelligent as she was a professor at the State University here in Boulder. I could see how he and mom really had nothing in common, except for me. Oh yes, hearing mom's voice in my head, apparently the sex was good. It was not hard to believe seeing that he was still attractive, kept in good shape, and most of all was caring and compassionate.
Once in my bedroom, I phoned Mom. She needs reassurance quite often and this time away would likely be difficult for her. As I consoled her, in a manner that reminded me of Dad, I began hearing noises of Jenny and Dad making love coming through the A/C vent from his room next door. Foolishly I answered Mom truthfully when she asked what the background noise was.
Once again she told me just how wonderful he is in bed. She became completely graphic describing him eating her pussy and the feeling of his cock spreading and filling her labia. Unable to refuse my Mother, I ended up holding the phone up to the vent so she could hear them more clearly. With the thought of trying to explain what I was doing if caught ran through my mind, I pulled the phone down and cut off the rest of the call. As if she minded, her breathing indicated that she was busy pleasing herself rather than talking to me.
Dad woke me up early ready to begin our road trip. He instructed me to make reservations for a two room cabin, he had to finish some quick business before we hopped in the car together. I was relieved when he left me to my assignment as I had been dreaming and my pussy was soaking wet. Having fallen asleep to the sounds of Jenny's moaning and repeated orgasms, this filled my dreams. Only it was not Jenny it was my Mother I dreamed about Dad making love to. What embarrassed me most upon Dad waking me up was that I had been with them in bed.
Dressed in a tight low cut "beater" shirt, usually worn under another shirt, and short shorts, I began loading the SUV for our trip. Noticing Dad's gaze at my titties, I was being to become thankful that the airlines had lost most of my clothing. Without actually being sorry, I apologized that he would be stuck with me wearing little more than this or a mini skirt for our road trip. I would have fun teasing Dad on our little trip together. What is the harm, he is my Father, we can not fuck?
Blushing, he turned away explaining that he did not remember me being so curvy during his last few visits. I was glad he noticed. I was probably the only girl who developed in graduate school. High School locker rooms were horrible. Even today my pubic hair is not very full and even my C cup breasts are crowned with puffy nipples reminiscent of my friends in 7th grade.
After pushing the cooler into the back, I remained on my hands and knees with my ass up waiting for him to look. After a minute, I spoke, forcing him to look my way. "Not your little girl anymore?" He remained silent and blushing.
The day of travel was wonderful. Our conversation was easy and interesting. We took pictures of wildlife and scenery, taking the time for a couple of short hikes. Though I was aware of how handsome and masculine my Pop really is, my mind rarely went back to overtly thinking about sex.
Well it did a couple of times. His comment that I smelled good and asking what perfume I was wearing became a missed opportunity. My mind raced as to what to say, knowing that I was not wearing anything except my own musk from my pussy being constantly wet. I was also left speechless not knowing how to tell him that the cabin I reserved was a single room. Unfortunately it had two beds, but still a single room left open opportunities. Especially with the private hot tub.
Having picked up the keys to the cabin at a bar in a small town, left me nervous as we drove the last eight miles up to the cabin. It was beautiful. We were alone in the woods over-looking a valley with a large river.
Looking around with a sense of awe, breathing deeply, Dad told me I had done well. Stepping in the door, he gave out a small laugh. "How are we going to avoid my beautiful daughter becoming the great view inside? I will have to hang up a blanket. I know you are still my daughter, but I am just a man and you have grown up very sexy."
I hugged him tightly. "Relax Dad. Remember how you used to tell me about when you were a little boy going to the family cabin? You, your sister, cousins, mom, dad, aunts, and uncles shared a one room cabin with an open outdoors shower. It is all natural. And by the way, I will be insulted if you do not spy on me like you did Aunt Carla!"
As we were both tired, there was not much more conversation. While Dad stepped outside, I showered. The little bathroom was very small giving me the excuse to step out into our bedroom to dry off. I was disappointed to see that Dad was still outside giving me privacy. Such a courtesy that I would not return. I laid in bed with a thin sheet over me waiting for dad to step out of the shower. He emerged with the towel over his head drying his hair. The towel moved down to his torso away from his face. When our eyes locked, he smiled. Had the taboo of father and daughter seeing each other sexually been broken?
It had not. I awoke with Dad already dressed leaving the cabin for me to get dressed. We began our day climbing boulders behind the cabin up towards the summit. Once again my mind was only slightly removed from the ever growing attraction I was feeling. Dad's arms were so powerful helping to pull me up some of the harder climbs. On dangerous spots, that wrapped around me, holding me close and safe.
