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Our Retirement
by Flinders Associates (no address provided)
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Trying to age gracefully has failed. Daughter's
frustration has seen to that. I decided to just go with
the flow as they say and see what happens. (MF, inc,
exh, rom)
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Our Changing Attitudes
Retirement has been good, but just a bit boring as well.
I have been busy with chore-like activities for the past
few months. Now I am beginning to worry that I will run
out of house repairs, car polishing, minor general
maintenance and some assorted gardening before too much
longer passes. With the coming of winter I have been
thinking about doing some travel but not really sure
where to go.
I was checking in with the children, which usually
represents a monthly phone call that goes through all
the niceties yet seldom offers any motivation to
communicate more frequently. Both the son and daughter
are faring well with either continuous "on again and off
again" relationships or shifting jobs. I act like a
sounding board for their frustrations. Really, I think
it is all parents are expected to do these days.
My daughter, named Helen was complaining about her last
male friend who apparently was fine with the
cohabitation arrangements at least until Helen took
herself off her birth control regime to see if he was
serious. Once he was aware of her motivations he was off
to different "digs" without explanation.
Since they had shared the rent and expenses it has meant
that Helen is now looking for an alternative place to
live. Not being quick enough on the up-take I offered my
place as an interim location for her to stay until she
decided what she wanted to do. Because I expected to be
an overseas tourist my offer sounded genuine, which
actually remained just a spur of the moment thought.
To my dismay Helen immediately said that my invitation
was a great idea and when was I leaving and for how long
would I be away. She followed that she would take care
of my house until I finished travelling. Too stunned to
respond that I was "still just thinking" I stupidly
said; "Yah that's a good solution." I guess that Helen
thought that the extra hour plus drive to work each day
was a fair exchange for free rent.
So it was settled, Helen was moving in within a week or
two and I would be off travelling sometime after that.
She asked if she could use the car so she could sell
hers. Her financial change meant repayments were too
steep to pay on her own and with the extra money she
could pay for a cheaper replacement when I returned. It
all seemed so reasonable. Consequently, I was both
homeless and carless in one fast exchange of logical
comments.
I was more shocked when I hung up the phone and
collected my thoughts. This sense of chaos lasted for
the next two weeks as I tried to organise a trip for
which I had no motivation to pursue except to remove the
escalating boredom enveloping me.
Without any further organisation a small van arrived at
the house with Helen's belongings, which she could not
do without. The rest was put into storage until her life
reorganised itself. She got herself stuff arranged and
took over the guest bedroom putting most her extra
debris in the attic.
After the initial panic subsided and having lived by
myself for several years now I must admit that I was
enjoying her company immensely. I learned all about her
defunct relationship in detail. I could have gladly done
without this dialog nevertheless. However it did fill in
the longstanding conversation vacuum we had suffered.
She quickly adjusted to her new abode and longer travel
time.
She sold her car and was becoming comfortable, as she
put it. I on the other hand was shifting towards a
feeling of increasing discomfort. I was still unsure
about travel, enjoying the company but uneasy with the
seemingly unplanned nature of life after years of self-
management. This all changed one Friday night after a
few weeks of Helen's arrival.
I had been using her counsel to help me decide on a tour
of New England. However autumn had come and was quickly
fading. Temperatures were dropping as the leaves were
finally falling throughout the coloured countryside. I
had retreated into either the house or garage where I
had set up a shop to refinish some antique furniture I
had collected at recent garage sales.
I had installed a potbelly stove into the shop making it
a good place to spend the shorter cooling days. I was
busy trying to replace a damaged coffee table leg with
some locally sawn green hickory. I was having trouble
getting the new leg to fit correctly. I had been at it
for several hours and did not take note of the time
until Helen entered the shop to tell me that a wine and
cheese platter was on the coffee table and I should wash
up.
This was a new approach to the weekend for me. I was
surprised but glad to take a break from the recalcitrant
piece of wood. It was seven o'clock and dark. Startled,
I quick told her that I was coming as she left. I
noticed that she was dressed in her dressing gown, a
bathrobe really and was walking around in my slippers
with a towel wrapped around her head. She had obviously
come home, taken a bath and was now relaxing with a
bottle of wine by the fire.
Thinking nothing of it I placed the leg and tools away
and went to clean up. As I entered the house I was given
a glass full of red and handed a fresh towel and my robe
and told to take a shower before sitting down to chat.
Not sure what was on the agenda I wondered off to the
bathroom and started a shower.
There was a knock on the door just as I was about to
step into the shower. The door opened and Helen asked
for my dirt clothes, she was doing a wash and wanted my
dirt clothes to make a full load. Upon collecting my
clothes she carefully looked at me and said: "Oh Dad,
don't you look good. I sure could used some of that in
me tonight," and left.
Not too sure what she meant because she had just had a
bath herself. I was not aware of any other issues that
her statement would fit. I finished my shower, dried off
and emptied my glass filled with a very smooth red. I
thought that it was a bit up market for my pallet but I
was going to enjoy it just the same.
When I arrived a fire was roaring and a collection of
good-looking cheeses were set out on the coffee table.
Helen was sitting in one chairs stretching out one arm
seeking my empty glass holding a bottle in her other.
With the glass filled she made up some cheese and
crackers on a board and handed it to me. The cheeses
were as good as the wine. She sat back down in her chair
and asked how my day had gone. I spoke to her about my
day in general and the chair leg in particular.
During this ten-minute chat I hadn't noticed that she
had brought one knee up leaning it on the right armrest
while resting her foot on the seat cushion. It meant
that her robe had fallen down over the armrest and her
thigh and reddened crotch were exposed.
Once I noticed it, I realised that Helen was shaved. She
was also aware of my attention. No move was made to
change her posture. Seconds passed as she watched my
behaviour as I sipped the wine and nibbled on the
crackers. Finally she asked: "Dad when was the last time
you had sex? Can you still get an erection?"
Visually shocked by her questions, I was still trying to
look at her face but kept glancing down at her crotch.
It was so extraordinary. I looked at pornography
occasionally and knew that women shaved but had never
actually seen a woman who shaved. Obviously, she was
teasing me as she took her right hand and pulled her
knee up tighter against her breast. It caused her labia
to slip by each other than simply spread open to show me
a moist shinny pink vagina.
She never stopped looking at me. "Does my pussy appeal
to you?" She asked.
I was still unable to answer her first question let
alone this blatant tease. Helen clearly understood the
shock I was in. She leant forward and cut more cheese
slowly placed them on crackers knowing that by doing
this she stopped looking at me directly allowing me the
freedom to examine her without her examining me. She
lifted the board for me to grab the crackers to break
the trance I was in.
I accepted the crackers and sat back. To ensure that I
stayed engaged, Helen stood up and removed her robe,
slowly placing it on the floor then sitting back down in
the chair. She then re-established her open and inviting
posture. "Well Dad, what do you think about letting your
daughter seduce you?" I was still unable to respond yet
knew inside that I was more excited than I could ever
remember being before. "You do understand that I'm
trying to seduce you tonight, don't you?"
Finally I was able to answer with a, "Yes" that got
stuck halfway up my throat.
"Oh good," she commented. "Let me explain the situation
to you." Then looking carefully at me she began; "Dad, I
have not had an orgasm for about two months now. I have
masturbated enough to know that I need a man's penis
inside me to achieve an acceptable orgasm. I have been
so desperate I have actually explored the web to see how
to hire a male prostitute." She got up and refilled my
glass then did the same for herself and sat down again
insuring that her vagina stayed open for my viewing.
"Well this afternoon I found a local place near work but
when I went to inspect it I could not bring myself to go
in. I have been really frustrated since and cannot stop
beating off. I was using my toys just before I collected
your dirty clothes. When I saw your penis I was
immediately aware that I wanted you to put your penis
inside me and let me have an orgasm. Would you do that
for me?"
I had to admit, I was tittering between panic and
curiosity. "I think you will like it too. What do you
think? Isn't it about time that we try sex together? It
should be fun and besides I really like the naughtiness
of it. One of my friends always raves about the sex she
has with her son. So I thought maybe you and I could try
some good old-fashion dad and daughter sex. It would
certainly make me feel a lot better!"
"Helen, isn't that incest you are suggesting and surely
you can do better than a 62 year old man?" I was pleased
I was cogent and able to speak. I felt rather good about
the proposal but never expecting to receive such a
request. I was surprisingly ambivalent about incest and
more concerned with my ability to perform after so long.
"Listen Dad, I'm 38 and I can tell you that if your
penis is as good erect as it looks soft I will be more
than happy to have it inside me. I like the perverse
pleasure from just thinking about having my father
helping me achieve an orgasm. What do you think,
wouldn't you enjoy having a pussy massaging your penis –
I'm sure I can make you orgasm too... please."
Speechless again I watched as Helen contracted her
abdomen and caused a shinny stream of vaginal cream to
seep from her vagina on to the cushion of the chair.
Noticing my attention she looked down and saw the
stream. She quickly put her fingers down to capture the
thick fluid then placed her fingers into her mouth
before attempting to collect some more.
Looking up at me she said; "See Dad, I need you to make
love to me or I'll go crazy." With that she got up and
opened my robe. We noticed that I was erect.
This situation made me both ashamed and excited. Once
she saw I was erect and she knew it was solely due to
her behaviour, it became clear to both of us that I
could satisfy Helen's immediate request. The question
was would I agree. I had had no sexual activity in
several years except for occasional beat-off sessions.
I was scared, not of the incest again surprisingly but
of failing to please my daughter desire to be fucked –
there I said it. I wanted to fuck my daughter as
ardently as she wished to fuck me. Waiting for a further
stimulus I remained paralysed in the chair.
Helen recognised my dilemma and said; "Dad lie down on
the rug and I'll fuck you first then you can fuck me
later, okay?" She grabbed my hands and pulled me up from
my chair removed my robe and guided me to the rug in
front of the fireplace. She had me lie down on my back,
which allowed my penis to stand straight up.
Without any delay Helen stepped over me and squatted
down over my hips. Looking me in the eye she carefully
gasped my penis and positioned its tip against her open
vagina sliding it back and forth along her vaginal slit
before squatting down further. She moaned and looked up
as she settled down on my hips. I watched as my penis
slipped out of view and inside her.
"Oh Dad this feels good. I can feel you pushing snugly
against my insides. Push up right there. This is so
amazing. We fit together perfectly. This is going to be
perfect." With Helen and I well fitted together she
simply moans and began to lift up then settle down again
and again until a rhythm was at her liking. This carried
on for some minutes before she began to shake breaking
our rhythm. She stopped to re-establish the rhythm but
just when the pace was smoothing out it went chaotic
again.
After several attempts she just seemed to give up with
an "Oh shit, Dad I am ready, you need to squirt in me
right now, please sperm me now!" With that she put her
entire weight on me so I could feel the tip of my penis
pushing against a firmer surface. "Yes that's it, that's
it! Squirt right there! Right there! DO IT NOW!"
She began to buck again but never releasing her pressure
on my hips or penis. I instantly felt my sperm leave my
penis and enter Helen's vagina. I gasped air only after
my ejaculate ceased to squirt. I was absolutely
exhausted.
Helen's body relaxed and seemed to slump down on top of
me. She was panting so hard that I feared that she was
going to faint. "Are you alright?" I asked. No reply was
given but she nodded her head into my shoulder and then
lay still.
Some five minute later she said; "Dad, you know that you
are the first man to ever squirted sperm directly into
my womb, the first one. It was perfect, just as I have
always hoped it would happen. I'm really tired. I need
to lie down and rest." With that she slowly lifted off
me and lay down on her back beside me with the exception
that she placed the chair cushion under her back and her
feet up on the chair arm.
She looked over at me and said, "It is just in case we
might both be fertile right now. Wouldn't it be amazing
and to conceive with my Dad no less! Dad you are
wonderful!"
I was left to consider the situation after Helen
appeared to fall asleep next to me. An hour ago I was a
father, trying to help his daughter get through a
difficult period in her life. Now I was a father who
helped his daughter commit incest, perhaps impregnating
her at the same time. It was a new life-changing
experience, even if it fulfilled both our momentary
emotional desires and her desire to procreate. I
listened to Helen breathe deeply and snuggle up against
me.
She was warm, soft and content. As I thought through the
consequences of our behaviour, I realised that the world
was a pretty good place and when something pleasant
happens you should welcome it and not regret it. If
Helen and I actually conceived we would just have to
deal with it. If we did not conceive and this was just a
spontaneous pleasurable romantic and sexual event
between a father and daughter, so be it. We would see if
Helen's attitude changed when she awoke. I realised my
attitudes had already changed and I was okay with either
circumstance.
Post Script.
It is now 6 months since we have agreed to enjoy at
first what was only a father-daughter physical
relationship. We have obviously enjoyed these
experiences so much that we have continued to have sex
almost continuously since. No procreation has
eventuated. Yet I know that Helen and I are fully aware
of our actions.
We have still not intervened in any way that would
lessen our potential for procreation. We don't speak
about the issue specifically. Nevertheless, we have
become so proficient at having regular sex that we each
delight at perpetuating our mutual involvement.
It has become the pivotal activity of our time together.
We now see our relationship as more emotional, permanent
and comfortable. No adverse aspects have arisen and I
think we are seeing the future together as a
possibility. I see no reason for a change.
I have let the vacation travel lapse and now spend much
of my time improving the house, which now again becoming
a home with sex the main stimulus to daily motivations.
Helen seems happy and fully accepting of her life. What
was a solely domestic arrangement has begun to express
itself as an extra-house arrangement. Helen has brought
some vacation materials home to see if we wish to also
spend travel time together. Last night she asked in her
straightforward fashion: "Dad how would you like to fuck
me on the black sand beaches of Hawaii?"
I said T thought it might be fun if a bit gritty and
uncomfortable. Helen told me tonight that she bought the
tickets and we are off to the Big Island in 3 weeks
time.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a
trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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