I had not seen her since she was six months old. My daughter, Barbara, had been whisked away after a nine-month disastrous attempt at marriage to her mother, Pat. A Mexican divorce was acquired by her and I was sent a copy from Washington, state. As I grew older, I told myself that my ex-wife had probably remarried, as I had, giving Barbara a father who hopefully had adopted her. I accepted the fact that I might have never been mentioned.
I was so wrong! When she was 40, me 57, I received a letter from Barbara (Barb) introducing herself and asking if I cared to know her. My answer was a, "yes, yes, yes" and we were soon talking on the phone. We set up a meeting within three months, she, traveling to my home for a week in New England from her home in California. My wife had always known about Barbara, but my children did not. My wife and I told them together that they had a half-sister and that they would meet her very soon. They accepted her well and they still talk often on face book.
***
Barbara soon arrived and it had been decided that my wife would not take off from work but give Barbara and I the week to get acquainted. For 4 days, we went to lunch numerous times, driving the back roads, talking about her life, and me, bringing her up to date on mine. At night, she and my wife talked into the late evening. As a sidebar, I got more pussy that week than I had the prior five months.
Barbara had indeed been adopted by her "father" and was very fond and happy with him. On the other hand, her mother was heavy-handed, quick to rile and in general made everyone miserable. Barbara had three siblings and none of them had talk to each other in years. The reason why she had contacted me was due to her breakup with her husband of 10 years. Though she said he had not hit her, he stalking her and she was frightened of him. Barb was unable to have children. I found it surprising at her grandmother, my wife's mother, my mother-in-law at the time, had given Barbara items that had belonged to me and told her a lot about me. This surprised me immensely considering I had forced myself upon her and fucked her on the floor of the kitchen and a few times thereafter while Pat and I sought shelter early on at her home.
Midweek of her visit, sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, Barb inquired as to how her mother and I had gotten together. I thought she meant sexually and started on that theme. Barbara began shaking her head, holding her hands up, telling me she did not want to hear anything like that and explained what she meant. I refocused and explained to her the story of my rejecting her mother, walking her home one summer day, getting to know each other, liking her, and such.
After a few cups of coffee, and seemingly to run out of conversation, she said, in a surrendering tone, that she wanted to know the sexual story. I rehashed inviting her mother to my apartment to listen to music. How we had ended up laying together on the sofa and tickling each other. How I had threatened to unhook her bra if she did not stop tickling me. How doing that had turned things to a more serious make out session that ended up on my mother's bed. How we had tried to "fuck" that first time, but being my first, I struggled to get my "cock" inside her, failing, much to her dismay.
I continued to relate how the next day, and again in my mother's bed, we had made out, undressing each other, then, managed to couple and "fucked". I used the vulgar words and noted that Barbara showed mild surprise, but quickly paid no attention to the vulgarity. I told the story of that summer, my mother catching us fucking, of the three times she had missed her monthly, then, becoming pregnant, telling our parents, then, then nine-month marriage disaster. I was careful not to lay blame accept to mention that her mother had not exhibited any show of pain or bleeding the first time we had intercourse. I did not admit that this had only occurred to me years later.
Barbara inquired as to who I thought might have taken her mother's virginity, openly admitted that there had been a number of men in her mother's life before meeting her "father" and settling down, referencing her mother's proclivity for sex. She told me that her grandmother had told her about a much older boyfriend before me. I told Barb that after becoming familiar with her mother's family I had always thought it might have been her Pat's father. Barbara expressed no surprise, only saying, "that explains a lot." My determination that it was him was a major factor when I cornered Barb's grandmother in the kitchen. I never mentioned that her grandmother gave it up much too easy.
"Mom and grandma, both, made comments that you might have been having sexual relations with your mother." Barbara said, without question in her tone but merely making conversation.
I gave quick and strong thought to taking a calculated risk, telling her, not during, but long after the mother of my child had left the state, my mother and I had had a brief moment of insanity and indulged ourselves in incestuous intimacy. The term, "we fucked", was stated and accepted without concerned comment or facial expression. Her having passed, I had always felt the need to tell someone. I admitted it to Barb, giving her a blow-by-blow description of how it came about and how it had felt, totally intoxicating, then, with sanity kicking in, good to finally tell someone.
Looking at the clock, taking a last sip of my coffee, I announced it was nap time, for me anyway. Barb said she was going to read a bit and asked if I minded if she called her Aunt in New Jersey. I told her I would see her in a bit and retired to the bedroom. I found it difficult to sleep.
***
I have assessed every woman I have ever laid eyes on or come in contact with as to their looks and desirability. I have always compared them to my wife of 30+ years and have rarely found myself wanting. Assessing Barb, I determined she was a big-boned woman. No one would call her fat or heavy - just a well proportioned, big woman. She apparently received genes from her grandparents - probably more of her grandfather, as he was quite a large fellow of German descent. Her mother was actually of the heavy, overweight persuasion, which I would have found to be a turnoff had she not put so much energy into fucking.
I'd seen Barb in her light, calve length sleeping gown, my wife's evening attire pretty much the same, and had clearly seen the outline of her panties and breast. Her ass was bubbled and large but clearly firm. I had assessed her breast pretty much the same and her flat belly. She told me of walking the trails so I knew she was fit and definitely strong. Her dark brown hair, blonde when she was very young, was shoulder-length and I could not refrain from pondering whether she had a thick bush that matched. As per my nature, I deemed her extremely suckable.
Though she told me that as a youngster her family had told her countless times she was ugly, I found her pleasant to look at. She seemed happy enough but her words described an unhappy family setting growing up and she was happy to be away from them all. I don't think she had married to get away from them, as early on she had a job that allowed her to do quite a bit of traveling. It was amazing how much we had in common.
***
I awoke from my nap and had the feeling someone was behind me, watching me. I rolled over to find Barb standing at the edge of the bed.
"It's almost 4:30. You said to wake you. Did you sleep well?"
I must have eventually dozed off but felt like I had had enough sleep and told her so. I did not ask how long she'd been standing there.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" She queried, stroking her fingers along my right arm.
Not one to lie, I answered, "you are a very attractive woman."
It appeared as if she took the answer positively, smiling at me. She asked me to turn over on my chest, saying me she wanted to give me a back rub. I did as directed and she proceeded to give me an excellent back rub. After perhaps 15 minutes, she asked me to rollover. I was a bit reluctant as I had a very firm erection. However, I did so and she immediately took note of the bulge in my cotton shorts.
"Is she always as good to you as she has been this week?" She teasingly asked but did not wait for an answer. "I know the signs. You feeling of her butt, smooching on her when you kiss her goodbye. Or, is it just having another woman around, daughter are not, and she's protecting her territory? That," She said, nodding toward my crotch. "should not be, considering all the exercise it's been getting."
