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REAL-LIVE INCEST STORIES From TrickyDick
In telling this story I am trying to give a fair and realistic balance
between my views and feelings and my daughters views and feelings. As
you know it is difficult to really know someone else's feelings even
if they are very close to you, so I had my daughter edit this story.
She did change some of the wording and added a few paragraphs and
questioned me as to my feelings and suggested changes to them where
they were more truthful. She is a hard taskmaster I can assure you.
I have updated it since the last update at the first of this year.
I had at first wanted her to write her side of the story and just add
it to mine. She said that if she didn't like what I wrote she would,
but she is satisfied with this document.
I will tell you here at this point that if you are looking for a story
to masturbate to, you will be wasting most of your time reading this.
I am not a porn writer and this story is more about our relationship
and its problems more than it is about sex. So if you want to learn
something about the dark side of people as well as the good in them
and the trouble and problems that incest can cause, read on, otherwise
go find yourself some porn somewhere else or skip till you find the
first time we had sex. But, its only about two or three paragraphs
long.
Our story isn't over at this point, May of 2001. It has just entered
into a new phase, just as all life and relationships do over the
years. But here is our story up to this point, which I will start at
the birth of my daughter in March of 1967.
When our daughter was born, my new wife and I had been married for
only 6 months. Yes, we used condoms and yes she had told me she was
on the pill. Only one small problem with that, she didn't understand
that you couldn't just take them when you thought about it, you had to
take them as directed. And I guess we had a leaky condom. My
daughter was born healthy and was very cute (even though I think all
babies are ugly). She was brought home to a small house on the
outside of town as that was all I could afford. I had a new job which
paid just enough for one person to get by on but it looked like I
could advance there and use my military training to good advantage. I
had only been at this job 4 months and out of the Army for 11 months.
I had only knew my new wife since getting out of the active service.
It wasn't a shotgun wedding but it was close. I think I wanted to be
married. I later found out she was not ready for marriage.
We did ok, it was tight and we had very little, but got by with help
from both of our parents. We had another child, a boy when my
daughter was almost 3. He was planned, as I didn't want my daughter
to be an "only child". I had been one and I thought that all children
should have a brother or sister. I was coming along ok at my job and
things were looking better each year.
I started to realize after a couple of years that my wife was not a
very good mother and that she was not growing up and taking being a
wife and mother very seriously. As the years went by she started
voicing resentment and sadness that her youth was slipping away and
that she wasn't having fun and doing the things that she always
dreamed of doing. We didn't really argue or fight about this as my
answer was to help more around the house and give her more time to do
things with her girlfriends and not to pressure her or bitch at her
but to just go ahead and do some of the cleaning and some of the
cooking and more help taking care of the kids. I did take advantage
of help any offered from both sets of grandparents. Of course, they
didn't mind.
I just didn't like to fight or to cause problems, I guess at that time
I was what you would call "pussy whipped". I used to get all kinds of
hell from the guys at work, because I had to go home instead of
stopping after work for a few beers. Our lives rocked along like this
for about 10 years. About the time of my daughters 10th birthday I
got an opportunity to get into another division at the company where I
worked but it would require me going off to various schools over the
next few years. I really wanted this new job as it paid almost double
what I was making then.
I discussed this with my wife and she said that it would be ok as the
kids were older now and didn't need as much supervision. She said she
would get the grandparents help if she needed it and for me to accept
the new job. I took the new job and was promptly sent off to my first
school which was almost 3 months long. I often wonder what our lives
would have been like if I had not taken that new job. I think that it
would have been much different and a lot less painful.
It was very hard on me and the kids to be apart. I had been with them
more than their mother had and being away from them for the first time
in their lives and mine was very difficult. I ran up a hell of a
phone bill because I called home every evening. Sometimes I had to
call both other grandparents to find the kids. I never knew where
they would be. Anyway, that first school was a bitch for all of us.
Except that my wife didn't seem to mind it as much as the kids and I
did. I didn't see that at the time but in later years I began to
realize that she didn't mind my absences.
The new job also had overtime involved. I had never had that problem
before. So even when I was not in school I would sometimes not make
it home until some time later at night. The additional money was good
and I got pay raises more frequently than at my old job. Things were
looking up, or so I thought. I was soon to find out different.
The time I did have at home my kids seemed to enjoy more. Although
they were growing up so fast and I felt that I was losing them as all
parents do I guess. The normal problems also between my wife and
myself seemed to grow as she wanted more and more for herself. She
finally got a part time job and started having "ladies night out"
every friday. This was ok until she wanted a ladies night out on
wednesday also. With me working overtime and never knowing when I was
going to be home at night, this caused problems as you can imagine.
She seemed to get more unhappy and I started getting the feeling like
that not only did I have to work all the time but was expected to be
home at the same time. In other words things were going to hell and I
was really too stupid to get the picture or have any idea how serious
it was.
I also had started stopping after work with the guys when I didn't
have to work late. I never had more than 3 or 4 beers and was always
home before seven pm. But this was a source of argument with my wife
also. I felt since I never went out on "a boys night out" that
stopping after work for a few once or twice a week was ok. I was
wrong about this of course.
In contrast with my deteriorating relationship with my wife, my
relationship with my kids was great. The only contention was that my
daughter and her brother as they got older started fighting between
themselves more and more. I would not take sides in these arguments
and fights and told them that they got equal punishment no matter who
was right or who started what. This was the only contention and area
of disagreement I had with them. I had good communication with both
of them and they seemed to get along at school and both made pretty
good grades.
Just before my daughter turned thirteen I took off to (A faraway City)
for another school. It was a difficult one and I was very busy and
under a lot of stress. On the day before the last day of class, when
I called home (as I did every night), my wife told me that she had
filed for divorce. I was completely stunned, it was all I could do to
not pass out. She also said that she had a restraining order against
me. She said that my old car would be at the airport with my clothes
inside and that I was not to come to the house, call her or bother her
in any way. I asked her how I was supposed to be with my kids and she
said she would set up with my lawyer and her lawyer a schedule on the
weekends when I could see them. As you can imagine the last day of my
school and the trip back was a blur and I was worthless and very
depressed.
When I arrived at the airport at home, there was a Deputy sheriff that
met me at the ramp (he had a picture of me in his hand). He gave me
the keys to my van and a copy of the restraining order and told me he
was sorry and to not do anything stupid. He said that all it would do
is make matters worse.
I had very little money in the bank and was not sure that it was even
there anymore as we had a joint checking account. I called one of the
single guys I worked with and asked if I could stay the night. To
make a long story a bit shorter, I stayed with him for almost 3
months. I talked to my kids every night after they got the phone
number where I was. I got to see them each weekend at my friends
place (she would drop them off and pick them up about 6 hours later).
My lawyer was trying to get me out of the divorce without losing
everything I had. I really didn't care at this point. My kids and
myself were very distressed and depressed for a long time. He had
discussed with me about having my house sold and splitting the money
fifty-fifty with my soon to be ex-wife. I asked him if that was the
normal thing to do and he said it was if she would go along with it.
Well, she didn't and the shit was about to hit the fan.
I had known that the divorce was tearing my kids up, especially my
daughter. I knew that they were both going to a child therapist at a
clinic. My company insurance was paying for it. I figured this was a
good thing and would help them. I most likely needed to go to one
myself.
One afternoon I came back into my company office at normal quitting
time and found two city detectives waiting for me. They asked me to
come out into the parking lot with them and explained that they had
come to arrest me. They were very nice and said they would not
handcuff me or make any problems for me there at work. I wanted to
know what the charges were and they said they would tell me after we
were in their car and on the way. I got into their car and one of
them looked around at me from the front seat and said that my wife had
pressed charges against me for molesting my daughter.
I don't remember exactly what I said but I do remember jumping up and
hitting my head against the roof of the car. They told me to settle
down or they would have to handcuff me. I spent the next few hours in
a state of shock while I was waiting on my manager to come down and
bail me out. I just could not figure out what was going on and why
she would do this. I had never done anything to my daughter. I was
finally bailed out and went and hired a lawyer immediately upon
release the next morning. My manager also let me take two weeks
vacation at that time.
My lawyer was not really all that surprised, he told me. He said that
this was a common thing to bring some kind of charges against the
spouse in order to put them in a bad light for the divorce judge or to
scare off the spouse from things like custody of children or
properties like the house. I told him that was bullshit and that she
wouldn't do this for that reason. He said do you think this is just a
coincidence that this happened two days after he had told her lawyer
that we wanted to sell the house and I wanted half of the proceeds? I
never found out and don't know to this day.
I later found out from my daughter that about 2 months before this
happened that she had told her therapist that she had a very loving
and close relationship with me and that it was special. The therapist
wanted to know "how special"? Under questioning my daughter told her
that we were very affectionate and that yes there was lot of touching
and kissing. This was brought to her mothers attention and she agreed
that was my relationship with both my kids. But this had been two
months before I was "accused of molesting my daughter". When I told
my daughter that I had been arrested for this she told me that it "was
not her fault and that she never said I did anything bad or wrong to
her". But later on, my lawyer showed me transcripts from her
questioning by other therapists (police) from the city. In them she
is vague and seems to agree with questions that show that I was not
only loving and affectionate but did "touch her in a sexual manner on
several occasions". I of course claimed innocence and denied ever
doing anything sexual with her (up to that time) and to this day deny
it completely.
To shorten the story, I didn't get half of the house, I plead nolo
contrenda in order to not go to trial, got 5 years suspended sentence
and was transfered to another small town by my manager . My
relationship with my children went to hell, I continued paying child
support. Both my kids were put in a rebilitation center for children
with substance abuse problems in a far away city and stayed there
untill I called my insurance co and told them to stop paying the
center. My son came to live with me at about age 14 because his
mother and new stepdad could not control him. My daughter talked to
me once in a while on the phone (usually when she needed money). When
she got married (at 18) then pregnant and had her son (at 22) she
called more often because of money and because her husband was a jerk,
drunk and drug addict. Then she divorced him and because they were
both using drugs and his parents wanted to keep their child, she was
out on the street. (She was an addict at the time although I didn't
know it).
She talked me into getting her an apartment and paying bills until
"she could get on her feet and get a job". She had never had a job
and had no skills. As I lived in another city (about 100 miles round
trip) I came down one or twice a month (payed bills) and tried to talk
to her about her future and what she was doing to get a job. This
went on for about 5 months until I got a telephone call from her
apartment manager. She said that they were evicting my daughter
because of the parties and noise and problems she and her "friends"
were causing. I knew that she still had drinking problems and I
suspected she was still doing drugs even though she had promised me
that she had quit.
I told her I would not pay for her a "party place" anymore. and that
when she got a job and showed me that she was acting like a
responsible adult I would help her. Until then I told her I would
give her a place to stay at my house and that my rules would apply.
She lived with me a several months (she even almost finished taking a
nursing course) but she started going back to her home city and
staying overnight and sometimes two days and nights. I told her that
this was not going to cut it with me and that she either buckled down
and got a job or finished her nursing course or not to come back. She
told me she had a place to stay down there and that she would get her
act together very soon. By this time I was really pissed at her and
thought I would just let her go it on her on. But, I worried and
thought about her all the time and it was hell. I had a hate love
relationship with her. I was still pissed at her that she had not
done more to clear me on the charges of molesting her. Although I
knew that a minor has little pull in the justice system. I still held
bad and disappointed feelings toward her.
During all this time from my divorce I had not had a regular or even
an irregular girl friend. I had several one night stands and a couple
of prostitutes. I had no desire to get attached again. I made trips
into the city where my daughter was once every friday or on the
weekend to go out and drink and dance and act like a human being after
working sometimes 60 to 70 hours during the week. My son was doing ok
and had his own little place and it was lonesome at my house so I gave
my self the weekends. Also, if I wasn't home, the company could not
find me for overtime on the weekends.
One friday night my daughter called and said she really needed to see
and talk to me and would I come and pick her up at so and so motel.
As I was going to town anyway, I told her I would come by. She had
lost her car about a month earlier, it had been towed when she was
arrested for possession of drug paraphernalia. She wanted me to get
it out and I had refused. I was not going to continue to enable her
(I thought at the time) and clean up her problems. It was just one
more reason for me to be pissed at her since I had bought the car for
her. It was not much of a car and didn't cost that much so it wasn't
much of a loss but it was unnecessary and stupid.
I went by this motel, it was one of those cheap dirty places that you
would be afraid to go into or at least afraid to touch anything. She
was there in the room number that she had given me. She was at first
glance (I had not seen her in a couple of months) way too thin. She
is not a big girl anyway, she is about 5' 2" and thin framed. She
looked like she was not getting enough to eat and was not taking care
of herself like she should. She was dressed in a halter top and
shorts that looked like they were coming all to pieces and it looked
like she had been spending a lot of time at the motel pool or
somewhere in the sun. She has always had really long hair and it
looked like she could use a hair cut as it down was past her waist and
looked dry and damaged. She had on way too much makeup. I asked her
if this is where she was staying and she said no that this was just a
friends room. She said that was one of the things she needed help
with was to go and get her stuff and go to another place as she had to
move out of this friends place she had been staying.
We left and drove over to "her friends place". It was an old frame
house, run down and in bad need of paint. I helped her load her stuff
(most of it was in black plastic trash bags). She then asked if we
could stop and get some beer and as she hadn't had anything to drink
that day. We did and sat at a city park in my car drinking and
talking. She proceeds to tell me her latest sob story. It seems that
the "friend" that was letting her live with him decided he needed a
new girl friend and told her to move out so she could move in. She
said she really had no place to go and could she come back home with
me.
I told her that I had no desire to repeat the past. That as long as
she didn't have a job or put any effort into straightening up and
getting off drugs that I was not going to help her. She said that
without an address, phone and car she had no chance in ever getting a
job. I agreed after a while that was a true statement. But that I
would have to think about it. We talked about rules if she came back
home with me. I also told her I really was pissed as this was going
to screw up my seldom made trips to town for a good time by having to
take her home with me tonight. She said we didn't have to worry about
that right away and what did I want to do? I told her I usually went
to a bar, drank a few beers, danced a little and tried to get lucky
and get laid. She said that was fine and that she knew a couple of
places that she was sure I would be "lucky" at. I reminded her that I
liked country and western places and could not stand any of those loud
punk or hard rock places. She said she knew a perfect place and that
they served good bar-b-que and had cheap beer by the pitcher. So off
we went, she was acting really relieved and happy and I was worried
about her moving back in again and all the related problems.
She said that on the way, she needed to pay back this girl that she
had borrowed $40.00 from and would I please "loan" her the money to
pay her back now. I don't know why exactly, other than just not
wanting to fight about it but I gave it to her and we went by another
beat up old house and she went in and came out in about 2 minutes. Of
course, I had no idea at the time how she was playing me. She leaned
over a gave me a big kiss and said "thank you". We drove on to this
bar (I had never been there) and it looked a little run down but the
smell of the bar-b-que was great so we got out and went in.
We ate and had a pitcher of beer and it was about 9 pm and people were
starting to come in. The band started tuning up and sure enough when
they started playing they played pretty good country music. There was
a good looking blonde singer with two brunette back up singers and he
bass guitar player was a woman also. We had been sitting at the bar
eating and decided to move over to a table kind of out of the way of
the traffic. We ordered another pitcher as I tried to spy out the
female population. It was rapidly filling up and I decided that there
were going to be good pickings at this place as there were already
several women my age or younger that were not with any men.
We talked more about her coming back to live with me. She said she
needed to come back for a couple of days in any event because all of
her clothes were dirty. I told her if I got lucky I would have to get
a room unless the lady in question would let take me to her place. If
not, that if I was as drunk as I usually got we would have to sleep
over anyway as I didn't want to drive nearly 60 miles drunk.
My daughter didn't stay at the table much through out the evening, she
must have danced with most of the single men there. I didn't do too
bad myself, I certainly tried to dance with all the single women
there. But, I was only able to get the interest of one ol' gal for
anything other than dancing. She was about half blasted and was
pretty free with her kisses and didn't mind me getting free with my
hands. We sat and talked, drank beer and danced a few more and
meanwhile my daughter was bringing over a few guys and talking and
drinking. Everybody was having a good time. I guess it must have
been pretty close to quitting time when I asked the lady if she would
like to spend some quality time with me somewhere. I have found that
just coming right out and asking nicely is the best way to go with
Texas women. They don't like you beating around the bush. She was
"terribly sorry" but she had to get home to her son. So, I said good
night to her as she got up and left. It was too late to try and
interest another lady, as the place was closing down. I asked my
daughter were the nearest nice motel was and she gave me directions.
I told her to call there for me if she needed a ride or had any
problems later. I told her I would spend the night there and I would
get a room with two beds in case she needed a place to sleep that
night. That was fine with her, but she said that she didn't think she
would need.
I found the motel, checked in and I drove around to the room and
undressed, climbed in the bed and went immediately to sleep. About 2
hours later my daughter called and asked me what room I was in. A few
minutes later she showed up at the door. I don't wear underwear so
left the light off and let her in and got back in bed. I was almost
back to sleep when she started shaking me and saying that she needed
$50.00 . I asked her "what the hell for" and she said that she had"
ran into someone else she owed money to and that they had said if she
didn't pay them tonight (today actually) that they were going to cause
her problems".
I told her we would deal with them after I had got more sleep and for
her to get in the other bed and go to sleep. She said that they had
brought her to the motel and were going to "be back in thirty or forty
minutes for the money". I had had it, "I told her I was tired, half
drunk, half asleep, pissed off because I hadn't got any pussy and
getting more pissed off by the minute". And that "I would take care
of anybody that showed up wanting money". I then chewed her out for
borrowing money (it seemed) from everybody. I was wide awake by then
and told her to go out to my car and get what was left of that
twelve-pack. I grabbed my pipe up and started smoking it trying to
calm down and get over my anger. I don't like to get angry as it
usually serves no good purpose and when I'm angry I don't think
straight.
She brought in the beer which was warm, but I drank a can immediately.
She kept saying that she would pay me back and that she was sorry but
that she had to have some money and that she had not been doing too
well lately in working odd jobs. I told her that was tough and that I
was sorry, but that "I wasn't made out of money and that I had already
spent quite a bit of money since I had got to town last night and had
nothing to show for it". I had had a good time last night but I
didn't bring that up. She came over to the bed and said "I have been
lying to you. I really need the money to get some rocks". At first I
didn't know what she was saying so I said "What is that"? She said,
"Crack, Rocks, Cooked Cocaine", "I need it real bad, I need it now, I
smoked up what I bought with the money you gave me earlier and all
that this guy that I was with tonight bought me. We smoked it up in a
room just down from here. He didn't have anymore money so he left
when he found out I was broke too". I was so angry I jumped out of
bed and started yelling "You mean you got drugs with that money I gave
you"? "Yes, she said, I got crack with it and I'm sorry but I need
more right now". We argued and things got pretty nasty for a few
minutes until I calmed down and realized I didn't have any clothes on
and I got back in bed and drank another beer and told her that "I had
better things to spend my money on than drugs". She said that "She
would do anything for me to get the money, that $20.00 would be ok for
now for two rocks and now that she had a room, she could make some
phone calls to some guys and make some money off of them". I said
"what do you mean, off them"? She said "I'll fuck them for the
money". I guess I had suspected that she was doing something like
this but to hear her come right out and say it blew my mind. I said "
You mean you'll fuck them for money but you want me to just give you
money, well you can just go back to your room and make your calls, I
am tired of just giving you money, that's all I've been doing for the
last few years". She came over to the bed and said "I'll fuck you for
the money too, just give me $20.00 right now and I'll go get it and
come back and fuck you". I was shocked, but I really didn't believe
her. I told her to get my pants and I gave her the twenty. I didn't
say anything, I didn't know what to say. If she was desperate enough
to say that for twenty dollars I didn't know what the hell was going
on with her. I really just wanted a peaceful end to this crazy
situation.
She left and I tried to go back to sleep but I was too upset and I
have to admit that the thought of the possibility that she would come
back and make good her promise was starting to turn me on. I
remembered that she was always a touchie- feelie girl and that we
loved to tickle and hold each other and we loved to snuggle and cuddle
together. I also remembered the trouble and problems that had caused
me during the divorce. Now here was my daughter who was 24 years old
telling me that she would fuck me for twenty dollars. Did this have
anything to do with those charges against me back then, was this some
kind of a set up? At the time I wasn't sure but I figured that incest
of any kind even with adults wasn't illegal. Most likely she wouldn't
come back, as she had her own room. I didn't know what was going
down. I should have got up and left but I had all her stuff in my car
and I didn't know what room she was in and it was locked anyway.
Anyway, it wasn't long until she was back in the room. Unknown to me
she had taken the key with her as she left. She went into the
bathroom which I could see into because there was a mirror opposite
the door. She had a small silver tube and she put one of the rocks
into the end of it and took her lighter and held it under the end and
got it hot and then put it up to her mouth and held the lighter in
front of it and started sucking. Soon the bathroom was full of white
smoke. I yelled to her to turn on the bathroom exhaust fan. She did
and she sat on the comode and continued smoking. I turned the tv on
and started drinking another beer. I could see her in the mirror as
she started getting undressed. I started to say something but what
was I going to say, was she really going to do it? Maybe she just was
going to shower or maybe the crack made her want to be naked. I
didn't know, I didn't know anything about drugs at that time. It was
kinda like I was hypnotized too, I wanted to watch, I couldn't take my
eyes off her. I was terrified and turned on all at the same time.
Was she really going to go through with it?
She got undressed down to her panties. She didn't have a bra on, as
she didn't have enough titties to warrant a bra as I could now well
see. She was way too skinny. She looked like one of those runway
models, way too thin. She stuck another rock in her pipe and started
smoking it, I had no idea at the time how many rocks you could get for
twenty dollars but I know now it was two. As she smoked this last
rock, she sat back down and pulled her panties off and put on leg up
on the sink ledge and took a wash cloth and soap and washed her pussy.
I guessed that she was cleaning up after fucking the guy that had got
her a motel room earlier. She washed up a little everywhere else. I
knew why she didn't want to shower. It was because of her waist
length hair, I knew that it was difficult to care for and she didn't
want it wet now.
And, Yes, my dick got very very hard watching her in the mirror. In
fact my stomach was slick with pre-cum and I had finished one beer and
drank another beer and was still smoking my pipe furiously. She got
something out of her shorts pocket and put her pipe in the pocket.
She straightened up and walked right out and straight to the bed.
Neither one of us said anything. She set down on my side of the bed
and pulled the sheet down and looked at my dick and then looked at the
condom she had in her hand and then looked up to me and said "This
isn't going to fit". I found my voice and said "There's one in my
pants pocket". She got up and got it out of my pocket and came back
to the bed and pulled the sheet the rest of the way down and crawled
between my legs. She tore open the condom with no trouble (I usually
almost pull a tooth getting them open). She expertly took the condom,
mashed the air out of the end and placed it just so and rolled it down
very smoothly and quickly all in one continuous motion. I was
watching her and her every move, almost frozen, almost not believing
this was really happening. She looked up at me and at the same time
moved up to my hips and straddled me. Without taking her eyes off of
mine she smoothly inserted me in her pussy and slowly lowered herself
down on me. I remember I sucked in a sharp breath and reached up and
put my hands on her small breasts. She was still looking at me as she
said "I can't believe I'm finally fucking you". She then started
rocking and sliding on me, I started moving up and down slowly
matching her movements. Her pussy was so warm it was almost hot. We
continued looking into each others eyes, I reached around behind her
head with one hand and pulled her to me and kissed her very gently
with my eyes wide open looking into hers. I kissed her very softly
several times until she opened her lips and mouth then I slowly teased
her lips and tongue with mine. We did this for several minutes. Then
she started going faster, rubbing harder as I went faster with her.
She sat back up and she took my hands and put them back on her on her
breasts and then she opened her eyes real wide and then closed her
eyes and said to me "I'm cumming"! I kept going, letting myself
finally go for it. She tried to keep going but, she slumped forward
against my chest. I grabbed her buttocks with my hands and moved her
up and down as I moved up and down until I came a few moments later.
It seemed to last forever. She was moaning and saying "That was so
good, so good". I was almost out of breath, I had come so hard and
also I'm not as young as I used to be anyway. But, I finally got out
"It was even better for me". Which was a play on words we used to do
when she was young. She would say, "I'll give you a good kiss" and I
would say "I'll give you a better one".
We went to sleep and when I woke up with my naked daughter in bed with
me, asleep and a condom still on me I knew I hadn't dreamed this, it
had really happened. But now, what the hell to do. What to say, what
could I say? We had crossed the line, everything would be different
from now on.
I have gone into some detail describing the first incestous encounter
with my daughter because people need to understand that it was not
really consentual incest even though she is the one that initiated the
incest. The reason it was not consentual is because she was being
driven and forced to do it because of her addiction. I didn't really
understand that at the time. I had no idea of the depth of need an
addicted person has. I had no idea of the things they will do to get
that next high. But this is the way it started, at a motel in a small
city in Texas in 1991.
I will not go into any more sexual detail. But here is the way that
the ten years since that first incestous act has gone, in broad terms.
I was able to get her clean of drugs while she lived with me. That
took four months. I almost had to lock her in her bedroom and I had
to take a leave of absence from my job. No we didn't have sex during
that period of time. She was too messed up and she never indicated
she wanted to. She was almost a prisoner. We argued a lot. She
slept most of the time. She gained weight back. She started eating
right.
I thought we had licked her problem, but I didn't know about
addiction, not really. I'm not sure anyone does except the addicted.
And it takes a long time for them to figure it out.
She didn't want to live in the small town I do and there was no work
there for her anyway. So I bought a second hand mobile home and set
her back up outside of the larger city that she lived in before. It
came with furniture and I got what ever else she needed. I also got
her another used car, insurance and new tires. I was going to give
her another chance, again.
Of course she made many promises, went to many meetings and had many
sessions with a therapist. But after moving into the trailer she was
back using drugs again (she told me later) after two years of being
clean. I wasn't giving her money after she had gotten a job. It only
paid a little over minimum wage but she was making all her bills. I
didn't know when she had started using again. We talked on the phone
and I would come visit her about once a week or every two weeks. She
would fix something or we would go out to eat. We would talk,
Sometimes she had her son over visiting and we would do things or we
would rent a movie. You know, everything seemed normal. She looked
good was lean but looked healthy. Her hair had its shine back.
But then on one visit after she had been there and been working about
a year, she came into the trailer's guest bedroom one night and fucked
me all night. She said she needed to do it.
She started fucking me every time I came down. She also started
asking for money again. Not a lot, just enough to tide her over until
payday or for extras for her or her son. She later told me she had
never forgotten the first and only time we had sex at that motel. And
that after several months she decided that she liked it enough to want
to do it again and see if it would be as good. Also she said that she
knew I would feel better about giving her some extra money if I was
fucking her. I believe both reasons. She told me that after the
divorce that she had thought about all the things the therapist has
asked if I had done to her or we had done together and that she had
talked to some other kids and read some books and she had starting
fantasized about fucking me while she masturbated. She said she never
had the guts to call me or come see me or to do anything the few times
I saw her after her divorce. She thought that I would "freak out" and
hate her. I did freak out but I didn't hate her. A different new
kind of love had started between us.
This went on for about another 3 years. Then she told me she had lost
her job and that she was needing money to pay the rent and utilities
until she could get another job. Well, that never seemed to happen.
I tried to be patient, I paid her bills for almost a year. Of course
she kept me well satisfied every time I came down. And if I stayed
the night I got more the next day before I went back. She even came
up to my house and cleaned a little and serviced me before she left.
I knew that I was paying for all this pussy but by then it seemed
cheaper than going out to the bars. I enjoyed it more and she seemed
to enjoy it just as much. If you think about it even if your married
you pay for the sex one way or the other.
She got in trouble with the law in the summer of 96 (selling drugs)
and went to prison for a year. She was out the summer of 97. I
figured for sure that was enough time for her to get straight. I was
wrong. We rocked along like we had previously and she had a good job
and everybody was happy. She had a couple of nice boyfriends that had
money and she finally married one of them in 1998. While she was
married she would visit me about every two weeks at my house, clean a
little and fuck my brains out. It was a great arrangement. She of
course told her hubby it was all cleaning. Well she sure cleaned my
pipes out good every time she visited. He was almost as old as me but
with a lot more money. She got a new car, a nice house, clothes
money, all the good stuff. The start of a new life. Right? Wrong.
The marriage lasted till the summer of 1999. She says she let him
divorce her because she was tired of him being so strict and demanding
of her time and not letting her do anything on her own. He says he
divorced her because she started using drugs again and fucking other
guys. I don't really know or care. What broke my heart was that she
was back smoking crack.
She did get another job and seemed to be doing ok, she promised me she
would not use drugs, just drink. But, I was pretty sure that I had
better not bet any money on it. During the latter part of 99 she fell
in with some small time black drug dealers. Most likely the same ones
that she was running with when she got arrested and sent to prison.
The way I found out was I visited her one day in Jan of 2000 and found
two of them there in the kitchen cooking crack. I had to do a fast
acting job to convince them I was "cool" and that I didn't give a
shit. My daughter also acted it out and told me later that if they
had got scared they might have wasted me and her. I of course called
in a tip on their car when they left my daughters that night to go
sell and they were arrested with all that crack in their car and as
far as I know they won't be out for another five years or more.
Of course we had a big fight and I threatened to kick her ass out of
"MY" trailer and take back "MY" car (both were still in my name). If
she ever brought or allowed drugs back in that trailer again. I am
sure I got through to her. I have made spot surprise visits and told
the people living on both sides of her to watch out for anything that
looks like drugs or dealing of any kind. I also told her to get a job
and hold on to it. She went back to work. She acted like she finally
got it.
I also told her I would contract the drug task force and turn her name
in as a suspected dealer if I even suspected that she was involved
with dealing or the selling of any kind of drug.
Things were kinda cool around her for a month or so but we regained
our old relationship in March of 2000. One day in July I went to
visit and she told me she was pregnant. We talked about abortion and
adoption. She said she didn't think she could go with abortion. But
that she would think about adoption. This news didn't seem to bother
our sex life together. But she did stop seeing other men. She is
pretty sure who the daddy is because he is the only one that had a
condom break that she can remember in the right time frame. She said
if it was his baby she wouldn't want to marry him in a million years.
But she does admit that during the months of May and June that she had
at least four different sexual partners not including me. Popular
girl.
The pregnancy went fine, and didn't slow her down. She worked and
fucked right up through the eighth month and the first two weeks of
the ninth. My self and her son attended the birth and she had a cute
little ( about two weeks early) baby girl.
The only problem arose when the hospital blood tests came back
positive on my daughter for cocaine. They of course had to report it
to the Child Protective Division and they came down to the hospital
and told her not to breast feed and that they were going to consider a
foster home for the baby until she went to a residential drug rehab
center for at least 3 months. This all happened in mid march of this
year. The lady at the CPD was able to get them admitted the same
month. That happened in March of this year. My daughter and
granddaughter are presently in a rehab. center in another city and
due for release the last of this month, one month early (good behavior
I guess). I retired in 1994 and I am thinking about selling my house
here and moving to the city where my daughter lives. She is going to
need help raising her new baby and I would like to be closer to my Son
also as I am getting older and need help with the heavier jobs around
the house. Well there you have it up to this point. I wonder what
the future has in store?
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