[I write because I love doing it... and I love knowing that there are people reading what I write. It has surprised me how few people who read vote and how even fewer leave comments. Please, do both. This is a story about incest, about male-female sex, about relationships and about surprises. Parts of the story fit in Erotic Couplings, part goes in Incest/Taboo, and with a little thought part might just fit in First Times. There is no anal and no BDSM in this story. ]
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When my Dad and Mom got divorced eight years ago I was pissed. I had always considered them the perfect married couple. They did things together, and laughing was high on the list of things they did together. They also played golf together, loved movies, the same kinds of foods, staying fit and going on vacations.
One day I called my Dad, eight years ago, and during the conversation I asked how Mom was doing. "Well enough, I guess." That was his response. He then went into a little detail about how he had just that week helped her move out and file for divorce. I was shocked! I had no warning. Nothing had prepared me for the split.
When I spoke to Mom I got her story and it sounded like they had written their stories sitting together out on the deck of the family home. "We just grew apart, needed some changes and we are still friends." That isn't how divorced people act.
I pretty well stopped calling and seeing them for a while. Well, four years actually. Then I got invited to Mom's for Thanksgiving and she told me my Dad wouldn't be there. He would be on a cruise with a new lady in his life. I went to Thanksgiving and had a good time. I met some of Mom's new friends, some old friends she had kept after the split and a guy she was dating. She made the traditional T-day dinner I remembered from childhood and sent leftovers home with me. The woman I had been dating made it mean a lot that I had taken her "to meet my Mom." It meant we dated about six more months and she was out of my life. I wasn't ready to have meeting Mom mean what she wanted it to mean.
I spent Christmas that year with Dad. We spent the day together and no mention was made of the lady who went on the cruise with him. He had gone on the cruise because he had always wanted to go to the Virgin Islands. I had never heard him mention the Virgin Islands once in my life, but he had always wanted to go, so he went.
We started doing some things together. I'm still not the golfer he is but I play and once every couple months we spend half a day wandering around a golf course. I have met some of the people in his life that way. They play golf too and we would see them at various golf courses. Most of them were women. Nice looking women.
A few months ago he invited me to stay in the old house while he went on another vacation. He again had "always wanted to cruise to Alaska." He had booked the cruise for his birthday week. I would take him to the airport and pick him up two weeks later. I would live in the house and take care of it while he was gone.
I needed a break from my own life at that time so I agreed. All the work I needed to get done, I could do from a computer, so being at Dad's wouldn't hamper my work and being unreachable by phone would be a blessing. I told only one person where I would be the two weeks. Kelly. Kelly was the woman I had been seeing for the last four or five months. She was an IT wizard for a big bank and when she wasn't busy with that loved to be naked in my bed. At least that was how I saw our relationship.
During most of any week she was unavailable. She dove into projects up to her neck and lived in the mainframes at the bank for days at a time. The instant she solved the problem my phone would ring and I would hear her sexy, low voice asking if I would like some company. She never cared about going out for dinner. She would cook, happily, or order in or I would cook. She didn't want to go to parties or golfing or ride bikes at the beach. What she wanted was for me to get naked with her and stuff her pussy full of my cock.
Please don't read that as a complaint. For months that was what I saw as a perfect relationship with a beautiful workaholic. After months of it though, it was starting to bug me that the whole thing was at her convenience. It wasn't about me being horney or wanting to spend time with her. It was about her having time to play and me being the toy of choice.
Anyway, I had told her I was going to Dad's and she said that would be nice for me, especially since she had a new project that looked like it would take the entire month of May to complete. Dad was to fly to Seattle on the second of May and fly back from Alaska on the fifteenth.
I arrived at Dad's the evening of May first. I brought suitcases of clothes and a present. I got Dad a digital camera. I figured that since he wanted to go on these vacations the best I could hope for was that he would take a few pictures to show me when he returned. He seemed to like the camera and we spent some time that evening learning how to use it and how to save pictures on a memory stick. When I looked in his refrigerator I saw that someone had stocked it with dinners. Not store bought dinners but the "I made this for you" dinners delivered in plastic storage containers.
"Eat some of those, would you? The women who made them think I'm too skinny."
I said I would eat some and when he came back they would all be gone.
Early the next morning we loaded his stuff in his car and headed for LAX. The cops at the airport let me drop him at the curb, get a quick handshake and then told me to move along. He moved his two suitcases into the line to check them and I drove away. Men take each other to the airport well.
When I got back to his house I looked at my car parked out front. It looked neglected. The paint was faded and dirty. There were three dings that made it look like I don't know how to drive. My car drives well and is fun but two things bug me about it. First, it has never been the color I wanted. Second, the dings bother me. Since I had the use of Dad's car for almost two weeks I decided I'd have the dings fixed and have the car painted. In two weeks I could have the Mustang I really wanted, a bright yellow 2005 Mustang convertible.
I called a couple nearby body shops and they agreed to drive me home if I brought it in. By noon my car was in the shop and I was back in Dad's home. I did some work and late in the afternoon sat out on the deck and enjoyed watching people going by on the walking/biking path. It was warm enough that many of the young and the not-so-young women were in bikinis. I drank a beer as I enjoyed the scenery.
That evening I ate one of Dad's dinners and watched a Dodger game on TV. Dad has a sixty inch plasma TV and even a Dodger game is fun on a TV that size. At a little after Leno's monologue I shut the house down and went to bed. The night before Dad left I was on the couch. I moved into the bedroom that night.
Sometime in the night I heard a noise and woke up. I didn't move right away. I wasn't sure what I heard. I opened my eyes and watched a woman enter the bedroom where I was. Just inside the door she stopped and pulled off her t-shirt and shorts. She stepped out of her shoes and moved to the bed. She came around behind me and softly slid into bed with me. I knew two things for sure at that moment. The first was that the woman was not Kelly. Kelly didn't have that much hair on her head. The second thing I was sure of was that she didn't know who she was in bed with.
Within seconds of her sliding into bed with me I smelled wine. She had had a little or a lot of wine before joining me in bed. She spooned against my back and butt and very quickly fell asleep. I thought about the situation for at least twenty seconds and then I went back to sleep.
Sunlight filled Dad's bedroom and I woke up. Not because of the sunlight but because someone I didn't know was holding my morning hard-on in her hand and gently stroking me.
When I stirred a little she said, "Good Morning. I hope you like company."
I smiled. She still thought I was Dad. I answered, "I do like company."
She jerked her hand back and sat upright in bed. I turned and looked at her for the first time in light. She was a good looking woman about fifty-something with nice boobs made of the finest plastic from the plastic surgeons of Beverly Hills. Her eyes were wide open and looking at me.
"You're not Jack!" she said.
"Actually, I am. I am Jack junior. And, you are?"
"Helen. Where's Jack?"
"Jack had to leave on a trip. I'm house sitting for him. Glad to meet you Helen." I held out my hand like for a handshake. She looked at my hand and her peripheral vision saw her tits and she covered them.
"I'm so embarrassed. I thought surprising Jack this morning would be fun."
"You did surprise me and so far it has been fun. Would you like to continue what you were doing when you woke me up or shall we find something else to do?"
Her face turned redder and she looked at the sheet covering my cock. She looked back at my face and said, "I don't even know you."
"I'm Jack's son, Jack. I work in Burbank most days on computer problems. I'm younger than you and my Dad. You look great to me and since we have already slept together we might as well complete the transaction you came here for."
"I'm too old for you." She held the sheet up a little higher on her chest.
"I have no idea how old you are. I do have an idea how you look and how you felt spooned up against my ass. I'm needing to use the bathroom and when I get back I'd love to start our day together by getting to know you better, Helen. If you are still in bed when I get back I will believe you want that too."
