Something really awful happened this past year. About six months ago, to be precise. I am a thirty-four year old divorced woman with no children. My parents divorced six years ago. My dad and I have always been close, and three years ago we became lovers. This was something which was quite consensual and that we both just felt like doing, and have found it to be extremely pleasurable and mutually satisfying. And to be completely honest, there is nothing deeply psychological about it beyond the fact that we both find it fun and exciting and like having sex together. It really is as simple as that.
But the awful thing was that my mother found out. I had to go out of town for a week for work, and mom offered to look after my apartment and water my plants and to get my mail and things. I now fully realize that I should nhave known better, aware of just how nosy my mother is. Well, mom found two photographs of dad and me. These we took ourselves and were intended stictly for our own private enjoyment. In both of them, dad and I are naked. In one, dad and I are standing facing the camera, smiling, with an arm around each other, and he has an obvious erection. In the other, I am sitting with my legs apart, and dad is about to insert his erection into my vagina. As can be gathered from this, extremely explicit to say the least. No doubt foolishly I will admit, I never the less kept them in an envelop, which was beneath a number of other things inside of a box on the top shelf of the closet in my bedroom. While I was away, mom apparently had the nerve to go digging through all of my things and found them.
Of course mom was shocked and appalled to discover that dad and I had been having sex, and she confronted me with this. Since there was no way to deny or hide the fact, and quite frankly I do not feel in the least remorseful or guilty or embarrassed by this, although I do see it as being personal and private, I admitted that dad and I had been enjoying that in our relationship. Mom hit the roof! In short order dad soon got an earful on the phone, with mom saying how we should both be arrested and put in jail, that dad was a child molester, and that I was nothing but a whore who had undoubtedly been doing this since I was ten years old. Why ten, I have no idea, but this is what she accused me of. Hardly being underage, there was nothing she could really do, although she immediately began calling everyone in the family to tell them, as she informed dad and me that she would do.
Dad and I expected the worst, and thought that we might have to actually move away. Which we did actually discuss doing, thinking that it might well come down to that and just be for the best. Unexpectedly, however, my mother's disclosure and perceieved crisis as she termed it, was taken rather calmly by everyone. They all admitted to be a little surprised at first, but no one necessarily saw it as being the terrible and horrible thing that my mother was making it out to be, and even somewhat resented the way that she was making it seem so. And absolutely no one believed that it had been going on for over twenty years as my mother tried to imply. Then, when her own mother, upon hearing this story, told my mother that it was none of her business, and asked what she had been doing going through my things in the first place, this more or less finally shut my mom up.
Since then, my mother of course has refused to speak to me or dad, and no longer speaks to anyone else in the family, either. The general consensus from everyone else is now that they know, they are accepting of this and see it as strictly private and personal. My father and I have naturally talked about discontinuing our personal involvement on this level, but we have decided not to. While we do plan to continue to be extremely sensitive and discrete about that aspect of our relationship, we recently made plans to take a two week trip to Europe together and just enjoy life.