My mom had me when she was 20 - and she eventually divorced my dad 14 years later.
What followed next was a revolving door of boyfriends it seemed, she simply did not like to be alone.
When I was 16, I began to realize some of the guys would be secretly flirting with me on the side, and
a few times they actually tried to kiss me.
I did not want to say anything to my mom, mostly because I did not want to see her get hurt, but
secondly I knew it would come down to the "he said, she said" thing where it would be my word against
the guys. So I kept quiet.
When I was 17, one of her boyfriends was really putting the moves on me hard, and we ended up making out
for about 1/2 hour.
I thought I would be so disgusted at what was happening, but I realized it was very exciting.
I was too young to think about the right/wrong of it and the moral issues about it. I was fooling
around with my moms boyfriend!
Despite that guys efforts, we never had sex. Which is part of the reason I think he broke up with my
mom - the fact that I always said "no" to having intercourse with him. I felt horrible thinking it was
ME that caused her break up.

Then when I was 18, she met Brian. And he was such a good guy, very kind, treated my mom so nice.
He would even buy her flowers every now and then, which is something she never had a guy do - even my
dad!
It was about 6 months into their relationship, when he made his first pass at me. I honestly thought
Brian was going to be different, but for a change, this time I was equally attracted to him as well.

My mom works for the airlines, and sometimes has to work a rotating shift and work overnight.
I was not too surprised once when Brian came over one night when he knew she was working. We ended
up on the couch making out so heavy. He got my top and my bra off, and really gave my boobs a work out.
He wanted to have sex, but I was not ready for that yet. I felt bad feeling how hard he was though,
so I gave Brian a blowjob.
For the next several months, he and I would see each other on the side. Again, I never felt guilty
about being with "my moms boyfriend". He was a man who had just as many feelings for me as he did for
her.
Brian and I had sex for the first time on Valentines day when I was 19. I will always remember that.
That was also the first time he said "I love you" to me, but qualified that with how he loves my mom
too.
It was so odd to see him go out on a romantic date with my mom that night, knowing he and I had sex earlier.
I will admit, at the time having that secret was very thrilling.

A few days after that Valentines day, my mom told me she wanted to have a serious talk with me.
Omg - my stomach about dropped to the floor.
I was so worried she was going to say something about how she knew about what Brian and I were
doing, or that he confessed to her. I was so scared!
Come to find out, she wanted to know how I felt if she asked Brian to move in with us.
Of course I told her that I thought it was a wonderful idea, and how I thought Brian was such a great guy.

It was then I decided instead of going away to college, I would live at home and go to a community college
nearby for a couple years.
And what a wild two years it was. Brian secretly called me his "2nd wife".
Anytime my mom had to work an overnight shift, I would take her place in bed next to him.
Brian said that he and I were making love twice as often as he and my mom were. He would sometimes
talk about putting a baby in me, but I always made sure I kept up on my birth control.

I remember several times my mom would be busy in the kitchen making dinner, and I was giving
Brian a blowjob in the next room.
My mom fell asleep on the couch once, and Brian and I quietly made out right next to her.
He had a fantasy of having sex with both of us within a short period of time, so on his birthday
he made sure my mom had sex with him before she left for work. As soon as I heard the garage door
close, I went to their room to give him his fantasy come true for a birthday present.
And again, I never saw anything wrong with what we were doing. I was happy for Brian that both me and
my mom were taking care of him.

There were times that I wanted Brian to tell me that he liked my body more than my moms, or that sex
with me was better. But I really never saw my mom as competition, I was happy for her that she had
Brian. I was not jealous when she got to sleep with him probably 9 out of 10 nights, I knew he would
be mine that 10th night.

As wonderful of a guy Brian was, he would sometimes drink too much, and often gamble too much.
After two years, those bad qualities took a toll on my mom, and she broke up with him.

Brian and I took a weekend vacation together shortly after their breakup (I told my mom I
was going with a girlfriend)
It was so fun to have 2 nights with him - and be his alone. To go out in public was so much
fun...the looks we would get when people would see a 21 year old making out with a guy in his
late 40s was priceless. He would introduce me to people as his step-daughter - or I would call
him "daddy", and then minutes later we would be kissing.

On the way back from our vacation, Brian said that he had been thinking, and he felt like we
should stop seeing each other for awhile. I was SO upset.
But he was right, there was no way we could have a "real" relationship, and I could never bring
him around to my mom as my boyfriend.
This was bad, but when we were back at my car, before I got out - he asked for 1 last favor.
He wanted "kisses goodbye" for awhile - which got him aroused, which led to a goodbye blowjob.
He talked so dirty as I was busy with him about my mom, about fucking both of us - about how we both
suck cock so well. I think it was then that I finally realized that he never loved me...he loved the
idea of me being his girlfriend's daughter.

I am 27 now and have been married 2 years. My mom has been seeing a guy for almost 4 years now,
and I am so happy for her. She seems happy, and that's all I could hope for as her daughter.
I feel horrible now for what I did with Brian back then, but at the time I was loving it.