I wondered long and hard about how to categorise this story. It involves elements of so many available on this site. In the end I opted for here even though our ages are somewhat apart. Fourteen years is not a lifetime, only half a generation. I also reasoned that we are mature adults and while technically what we are doing is not incest morally it is . Many couples live with this age gap and no question is ever asked. Once you read on you will understand that I am a lot older in her eyes than I really am and that to me she is a lot younger than her now 34 years. She does look young and I could easily pass for over 50 so there you have it. Then there are all the complicating factors.
I met her as a girl when her mother was going out with a friend of mine. When that relationship foundered I bedded her mother for about a decade although we didn't live under the same roof. That relationship ended in bitterness when Mary was 21.
Mary and her mother did not get along. In fact her mother all but said that if she needed anything she should go to me and not bother her. We remained on very good terms knowing we loved each other and while I harboured impure thoughts about her I had no idea that she felt the same about me.
Mother and daughter had not got along since Mary was about 11 or 12. All the time our relationship was that of close father and daughter. Hence this being a memoir of incest.
Morally it is but the law says not. I always liked her and as I spent more time around her this naturally grow into love. The events I describe here took place about 1998-2000 and I've compressed the time for the sake of the narrative but everything happened and you can make what you will of it – we are still a couple but well under the radar to avoid scandal.
How did we get so close? I think the first thing was her discovery that someone was prepared to go into battle for her when things weren't going well. She was a gangly awkward teenager who bloomed late. As is the case with many beautiful girls she thought she was ugly and unlovable. I can't remember how it came up but when she was 13 or 14 there was some problem at school and she wound up at home in the middle of the day sitting on the big paint tin I'd been using to paint the kitchen ceiling in her mother's home, telling me all her problems. I was all at sea. I'd had no experience with teenage girls since I was a teenager and all her woes were a revelation to me. It had never occurred to me that teenaged girls had similar fears and problems to teenaged boys.
She was going on about how nobody would ask her out because she was skinny and flat chested and she liked a boy but he didn't know she existed. All news to me but, as I learned from her sister later on, pretty standard. We talked, that's all we did, and although I don't remember it apparently I told her something along the lines of how surprised I was as I thought it impossible not to like her. This made a huge impact and years later she read me a passage from her diary saying how big an impression I had made. I had no idea.
The years passed. She got a boyfriend lost her virginity, having sought purely technical advice from me about cocks and insisted on telling her mother and me all about her first time. I'm not sure her mother's reaction was the same as mine. I told her I was delighted and that she was welcome to sleep with her boyfriend at my place if things were tense at home. I also told her something very personal and I remember this because I meant it.
After she told me about busting her cherry I told her that her boyfriend was lucky and that if I'd met someone as nice as her when I was younger she and I would probably never have met because I'd have stopped looking. She was quite stunned. As things go in life the kids split up after about a year.
Our next step was a party we both attended, I going with her mother and she on her own. A lot of drink got consumed and out of the blue Mary came up to me flung her arm around me and whispered in my ear just loud enough for me to hear above the music.
"I love you."
I told her I loved her too, which of course was true. I wonder now if we meant our words in different ways that day.
Not long after my relationship with her mother foundered and I decided to move to a larger city or rather just outside it to a place I'd bought in the country. I had a main house with one bedroom and a little guest house there, lovely sea views and no neighbours so I took to wearing clothes only when it suited me. Her sister had been to stay quite often and brought her boyfriends. They had often decided to shed some or all of their clothing without knowing I habitually did the same. Mary meantime was overseas. On her return she had nowhere to live and I'd offered her the guest house until she got organised. She rolled up from the airport in a rental car. She would have been about 24 I suppose. Gone was her wavy mousy blond hair. Gone were her tomboy clothes. A slender woman in tailored jeans with a bob of auburn hair emerged from the car walked up to me and threw her arms around me. I must say I was surprised at the strength of the embrace. She had been a pretty teenager but the transformation to womanhood along with a seeming new found confidence have etched that moment in my memory.
She wasn't too tired so leaving most of her bags in the car she brought an overnight bag and the usual duty free purchases such as my favourite vodka into the house. I assumed she'd head for the guest house later. The day wore on and she did get tired having a nap on the sofa in my living room.
We began drinking, sitting out on the porch about 6pm. We drank an awful lot. We snacked on a few things and by about 9 o'clock we were drunk. Mary got up and moved my legs so she could curl up on my knee as she'd done years earlier. Our inhibitions were obviously quite low or she wouldn't have asked completely out of the blue.
"So when did you start masturbating?"
"As soon as I started having wet dreams, and I've never stopped" I answered truthfully.
"I started just after you hooked up with Mum. I used to listen to you two doing it and get off. It's how I have an orgasm." She admitted.
"Hasn't anyone gone down on you?"
"Sure lots, including a woman, I just can't come that way"
"Woman?" My interest was peaked.
"Yea, I had a bit of a fling a few months back. I'd always wanted to and it was nice, I'm going to do it again and I have someone in mind."
Deep breath.
"The thing was her pussy was much nicer than mine." She slurred.
We were very close I could smell her sweet alcoholic breath.
"Nicer?"
"I'll show you later. I don't think mine is very pretty."
With that she twisted in my lap and kissed me full on the lips.
It was a deep deep kiss which I responded to fully. Drink and middle age meant there was no instant hardness in my pants but my cock began to fill slowly.
"You can fuck me tonight and every other night from now on if you want. I came back here to thank you the only way I can for all you've done for me."
Even with my cock now hard I came back with.
"You don't have to do this though Darling."
"I know, you idiot, I want to. I want to feel you inside me. I want to be with you."
