Writer's note: I hope you enjoy this story which features various aspects of the characters' sex lives as well as the joys of a sexy big beautiful woman. It is a 4 page story but you don't need to get to the end before there's a climax!
My Big Beautiful Woman Daughter Comes to my Cabin
Over the last ten years I have put a lot of work into creating my cabin, making it my refuge, my bolt-hole, my way of dealing with the pressures of life in a wonderful solitude. It is located way upstate, quite high up in the hills and well off the beaten track. Too far from regular civilisation to be connected up to power lines, I installed a silent generator and some solar power panels to provide electricity when it's needed. My good friend Bill helped me draw a fresh water supply in from a nearby stream and we installed some household plumbing which gives reasonable standards of hygiene and a bit of an exotic luxury in the form of an open air shower which looks over the valley and opposite hillside. There's never anyone around so outdoor showering gives a freedom without prying eyes. Only ever planning the cabin for my use, I built just the one bedroom, a spacious lounge cum diner cum kitchen and an indoor bathroom.
Being self-employed as a writer, moreso on technical pieces but working on my novel too, I can take what time I want to spend at my cabin. My name is Peter. I'm unattached and have been since my divorce from Carol who wanted to make her affair with Tom a more open and permanent arrangement for the two of them. That was six years ago and I guess that my cabin project had given the two of them a lot of opportunities. I had known of the affair for some time but just accepted it without comment, thinking that it would be the easier option and in any case, that it would fizzle out. It didn't! Tom told his wife Sue that their marriage was over and he left her for Carol. Sue came to see me and we ended up having revenge sex on and off for a few weeks. It petered out and Sue went looking elsewhere. Meanwhile, I waited a little while before starting to date. I went into it not looking for a new wife or partner but, really, just looking for sex. Interestingly enough, using some of the better websites, I found plenty of no strings sex.
I mentioned that I had known about Carol's affair. It had become obvious because she didn't really try to hide the fact that she was getting sex elsewhere. Whether she told Tom that she was also having a lot of sex with me too at that time, I cannot say, but her extra-marital sex certainly increased her sex drive at home because she was initiating sex with me most nights and some mornings. Our sex life had never been dull and we were enjoying fairly frequent sex. Then when she tried it with Tom as well, it took her and consequently the two of us up to the next level. It was during some of those sessions that I realised, albeit maybe a bit late, that Carol must have already had sex that day.
Whilst this isn't the main point of my story, I need to share this to scene set. I suppose I found out through my erotic experiences that being cuckolded is quite exciting. I realise that there are aspects of it that are a humiliation but somehow my innate sexual feelings found it hugely exciting too. When I think back to that time, I can be quite embarrassed recalling some of the things I did with Carol's connivance and complicity. As I go over it, I realise that Carol steered me into doing many of the more outrageous sexual activities and I guess that it added to her thrills for me to be the foolish cuckold. I often wonder how much she told Tom and whether they laughed at me – or maybe still do. I know that I had met Tom with Sue on several occasions before he went off with Carol; and I always suspected that he was laughing at me, not just because he was bedding my wife but also because of him knowing sordid things about me.
Carol and I have a daughter, Mary, now a married woman in her early thirties. Mary is a clever person, she excelled at school and college but somehow never put quite the same drive into her work life. She does well but I'm sure she could have done even better. She started dating at the usual age and there was a stream of boys seen holding her hand. When Mary decided that she was ready for sex, it was obvious to Carol and I. She may have told Carol more than she shared with me but she just openly took guys to her room and it was quite obvious that passionate sex was occurring. At college, she played the field, not settling for a regular boyfriend. I think she found the smorgasbord of guys just too exciting to resist. I'll admit that during one vacation she left a little notebook lying around and I opened it to see what it was. It was in fact her personal file of sex partners. Clearly my daughter not only likes sex but she was enjoying a huge variety of guys. At the time I saw her list there were over forty names, most of them had many more than one 'visit to her bedroom' and she still had a year of college remaining.
Maybe I should describe Mary. She matured into a five eight, dark-haired attractive woman - and for the guys reading this, she has substantial breasts, a nice ass and toned shapely legs. She carried just a few extra pounds and carried them well. If I take my father hat off and put my guy hat on, she has naturally huge tits with big areola. She did sport a trimmed bush and she has a plump mound. How do I know? Well, apart from the later parts of this story, I'll admit that I returned home unexpectedly early one night some years back. Carol was away elsewhere and Mary had fallen asleep on the sofa in the den, watching porn, naked! I'll admit that I feasted my eyes before making enough noise to wake her. She scuttled off to her room very quickly, hardly trying to cover herself with her hands but also holding a large vibrator. We never referred to the incident.
Mary married Todd nearly seven years ago. They were embarrassingly overtly sexual in the first years, constantly kissing and touching and sloping off to their room for sex when they stayed with us. Night time usually brought loud sex which I found erotic but it had the opposite effect on Carol who seemed to act as though her daughter was being raped by savages.
Mary and Todd moved away for a job opportunity for Todd. Consequently I only got to see Mary occasionally after that.
So, back to my cabin. I was there last summer for a planned ten weeks stay. I took work with me on my laptop but I need to drive down from the hills for a few miles to get wi-fi, pick up my email and phone messages. I'd go once or twice a week for supplies, fuel and to pick up my forwarded post. On this particular visit, I was sitting in a small diner listening to my messages when Mary's voice came through the phone.
"Hi Dad. Hope you're okay. Missing you so I thought I'd come out to the cabin and see you for a few days. I'll be there on Wednesday. Can you meet me in the town because I'll never find your cabin on my own. Call me when you reach town."
I startled myself into thinking clearly. Her message was days old. Today was Wednesday. Mary would be here today. I finished taking my messages and then I called her number. She was less than an hour away. I went to the grocery and doubled up on my food supplies and a few extra things including some bottles of wine, some beers and some steaks.
Not knowing what car to look for, I positioned myself to check every passing car. Just ten minutes later than estimated, I saw her approaching and I waved her down. Finding parking was easy and I went to greet my daughter as she emerged from the car. I will admit that I was somewhat surprised by her weight gain. Don't get me wrong, she was no Mama Cass but her few extra pounds had become quite a few extra pounds. Interestingly though, I thought that she wore it well. Maybe a bit of a belly and a bigger ass but all in proportion – except her tits. They were now on the huge side and with a southerly pull probably due to their own weight. We embraced and I remember thinking 'Wow! This is a lot of beautiful woman!'. As I looked her full in the face I realised that her extra weight had slightly altered her facially to create a differently attractive woman, very attractive at that.
Mary was wearing a denim skirt to quite high above the knee and a large football shirt. The casual look suited her, especially with her hair long and loose. On her feet she wore trainers which looked practically new. "I told her that I hoped she had some clothes suitable for hot weather as the forecast promised a few scorching days.
We went into the diner for coffee and a sandwich and we did a bit of catching up. Throughout the conversation, I got the feeling that Mary wasn't telling me something, perhaps holding back an important matter. I didn't push her on it. It would emerge, I guessed.
