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Our Retirement
by Flinders Associates (no address provided)

***

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)

***

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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