Some men would have left my mom, Shannon Bristol, years ago. She was not a mean woman just self-centered. Mom inherited money from her father. In most ways she calls the shots in their marriage because of her money. She owns the holding company where my father, Peter Bristol, works. Mom has never held a job. She was a daughter whose father pampered and spoiled her. Her father's wealth permitted Mom to continue living at the same level of comfort that she had always enjoyed when she married Daddy despite the fact that he wasn't rich.
When Mom and Dad married she was 6 months pregnant with me. Until I was 3 years old our family lived with my grandparents. On a return business trip both of Mom's parents were killed in an automobile accident she inherited all the money from both sides of the family. Mom had never had many friends even though she was rich, beautiful and a gifted violinist. She had money so she did not choose to work. Instead she stayed at home to raise me and keep a close eye on her money and Daddy's comings and goings. Mom loves Daddy and has no intention of ever letting him go. She holds the purse strings to keep Daddy in line or so she thinks. From time to time she has bragged to me that keeping her money close has kept Daddy from straying with other women. If only she knew.
When I got laid off, she could have helped me financially so that I could have stayed in Maryland but she didn't and wouldn't let Daddy help either. So I had to move back home.
I found out that she wanted me to come home because she was very lonely. Three months ago I moved back home because I got laid off my job after my division was eliminated. I had not planned to move back home with my parents but it was best under the circumstances. Fortunately, within a week of being back in my home town I landed a new job in Mom's firm.
My degree is in marketing. Thank goodness Mom's restaurant chain had an opening for a marketing manager. The job description and requirements sounded like they had cut and paste from my resume. I went to high school with a couple of the associates who work for me. The marketing director is tough but he knows his stuff so the job along with the benefits that come with it are great. One day I will inherit the company so it's good to work for a pro. Though he does not fawn over me and expects quality work regardless of my family background, he never forgets that I'm the owner's daughter treating me with more courtesy and respect than he would have otherwise.
I took back my maiden name, Brandy Bristol when I got divorced. It's been four years since I got my marriage ended. I am kind of glad to move home for a fresh start. Mom wants me to live at home with her and Dad. I'd prefer to have a place of my own. For now, I will do as my mother asks to keep her happy. Sometimes it's annoying when she makes veiled threats to leave all her money to charity and cut me out of her will when I won't do exactly what she wants me to do. Lately she has been asking me for grandchildren. Just yesterday she reminded me that I was not getting any younger. She said, "You're 34 years old with no man in sight. You rarely go out with people your age. Peter is the only man I've seen you go out with since you moved back home. There are many eligible bachelors that you could go out with. I've been thinking about hiring a matchmaker for you. As you know there are no other offspring in our direct family line except you. Would you consider going out if we found an appropriate man?"
"Yes, I would."
I only said that I would go out with someone to get her off my back. Of course, I probably would have to keep my word and appear to be making an effort. I might even have to marry again so that I can produce an heir.
Under normal circumstances I could marry my lover for a happy ever after ending to our long ongoing relationship. But I can't do that because my lover is my Daddy, my mother's husband. Neither of us can afford to do anything that would cause my mother to change her will. So I have to consider her idea. It might be the best solution to keep Mom from finding out about the nature of my relationship with my father.
Living in the same house with him around the corner in the other wing of the house would be the perfect set-up. Unfortunately, it's not because I can't get as much of his time, attention or sex as I want. He has to think of my future as well as his own. Don't let anyone fool you. It's great to have money. Daddy has had access to a great lifestyle since he married Mom. Both us of know that he won't do anything that would end his way of life or cause a scandal.
He's a great guy. Kindhearted, generous and handsome. Living here with Mom and Daddy would be perfect but it's not. Why am I saying it would be perfect but it's not? It's because Daddy and I can't keep our hands off each other. Lately I've been more and more afraid that we will get caught. But I can't stop having sex with Daddy and I don't want to. Mom and Daddy's room is on the same floor though on a different wing. She can walk to my room any minute which keeps my nerves on edge.
Last night I was pacing the floor waiting for my mother to go to sleep so that Daddy could come to my bed. It was 2:00 am before he came in my room. I was naked, wet with desire and ready to start as soon as he walked through the door. Daddy was ready too. He pushed me against the wall and we screwed standing up. Neither of us could wait long enough to get to the bed. There was no way I wanted to tell him to stop or wait till we got to the bed. Ever since the first time that we had sex I have been hopelessly addicted to his penis. Despite the fact that I don't ever want my mother to find out that I am having an affair with her husband I can't stop.
I remember what we told each other after our very first encounter. Daddy said that we had made a mistake and that it wouldn't happen again. But the next night we went to bed together again. Sometimes it gets hard for us to get together because we don't have any excuse to spend time alone. My mother has a hard time falling asleep and some nights she is up all night reading. At least 2 or 3 times a week she wants to have sex with her own husband. Perfectly understandable. But that causes me to miss out because Daddy is 57. He's a fabulous lover but he can't supply me every night and take care of his wife's needs too. I'm 34 with a big sexual appetite I don't know what I'm going to do.
The reason that I moved away to Maryland with my ex-husband was to put some distance between Daddy and me. Summer before the beginning of my senior year in high school I turned 18. Mom went out of town because Angela, her college roommate, had to have emergency surgery after being critically injured in the boating accident that killed her husband and children. Since Angela was Mom's only real friend she went to be with her at the hospital. Angela was in such bad shape that Mom stayed with her for a couple weeks hoping that she would recover.
While Mom was out of town, Daddy and I were at home alone at night, after the staff left at 6:00. Little by little over the last three months Daddy had begun responding to my kisses and touches when we were alone by giving me touches and kisses of his own. Our mutual flirtatious gestures had escalated from his pecks on my cheek to kisses on my ears or neck. I rubbed his behind. His pants sometimes rose when I came in the room. We never discussed or mentioned where our touching and kissing might lead. Though our sensual touching only occurred when we were alone, I told myself that it was just a light weight fun. I'd read in my psychology book that girls had crushes on their fathers and that they outgrew it. My assessment of the situation was that I was going through a phase that Daddy was indulging. I figured that after I finished high school I would go to college meet someone and that would be the end of our flirting.
