Denise Bryant: Mother and Daughter

Ridiculous? Yes, in looking back on it all. But when we looked in the bathroom mirror at ourselves then, Bob in only his shorts and I mother naked, I felt that it was the most thrilling moment of my life. I was electric with excitement. Nor was the excitement totally a thing of passion, as I had been thoroughly satisfied from a physical standpoint by so many others that night. This was something very different, very personal. I had the distinct feeling that I needed this man, that he could protect me. But from what?

“My name is Bob Morgan. You probably know that already,” he announced after a very warm and free kiss that I enjoyed thoroughly, “What's yours?”

Bob and I went out to breakfast at his motel. It was a beautiful place way out at the edge of town with an open dining patio that looked down to a valley below, It seemed strange that I felt so inordinately relaxed, so tranquil, so at peace with the world. I had turned over everything to Bob. I no longer had responsibilities and, consequently, no fears or worries. At least that was the way I felt at that moment.

Over coffee, we discussed a plan for explaining his presence in the house to Kathy. We discarded any attempt to explain our relationship as platonic, because a 14-year-old girl would be too observant to believe it. Since I was a free agent and obviously did have romantic affairs, it was decided that I would simply tell Kathy that Bob was a very old and dear friend who had been overseas for a while and just come back rather unexpectedly. We would imply that we were close to a point of becoming engaged, picking up our serious romance at the point it had left off.

So far as the neighbors were concerned, the fact that Bob would become a member of the household while Kathy was there would give the situation an air of legitimacy. We even discussed how in casual conversation with the neighbors we would slip in mentions of “his room downstairs.”

It was nine in the morning, when I was in Bob's room at the motel helping him pack, that I decided to call Kathy and prepare her. At the same time, of course, I had to explain my all-night absence, since I usually sneaked in just before dawn from parties and she never knew the difference… I thought.

“Darling! The most wonderful thing has happened!” I told her with bubbling enthusiasm. “When Bill took me out last night, he told me he had a surprise for me-Bill and I are just good friends, you know-and the party was a surprise celebration and reunion for Bob and me. Who is Bob? Oh, goodness, I must have told you about Bob! He's mother's really very dearest friend, but he's been overseas so long I almost thought he would never come back. Well, dear, Bob is coming to stay with us for a while… until they send him back overseas or somewhere. Oh, Kathy, we danced all night and had the most wonderful reunion…”

Bob had three suitcases of clothes and papers. The rest of his belongings were in a huge trunk at the express office and he telephoned them to deliver it to the house. I was feeling the most wonderful I had felt in years as I handed him over the keys to my car and we breezed along the freeway out to the suburbs on the other side of town.

I had a man of my own, a powerful and strong man, yet one who was on my same level of emotional complications. Perhaps, really, we needed each other. Bob would be my tower of strength, but I could also provide him, the wandering global secret agent, with an element of much needed stability. Perhaps… we might really get married? Some day.

And yet, as soon as we walked in the door of my house and Kathy strolled out in the living room from the den to meet us, I knew instinctively that Bob was not all mine. I tried to deny it to myself, and I succeeded for the time being. I deluded myself into not seeing it just as deliberately as Kathy had chosen to wear a fantastically sheer set of yellow baby-dolls to meet her mother's boyfriend.

I blushed when I saw the budding young breasts and the tiny nipples peeping right through the gauzy fabric, and I scolded her about coming out half-nude like that. Bob's clever eyes took in each detail of her lovely young body very quickly, then he laughed off my concern and shook hands with Kathy in a way I can only describe as paternal.

My daughter was and is a very beautiful girl. At 14, her figure was almost totally developed as to a completely feminine configuration, although her breasts were to grow to 36-C's from the 34-B she was then. Kathy's hair is long and a beautiful light brown color, with marvelously silky texture. I remember how I used to just adore running my fingers through the strands when I rolled it. Her face is darling. Most men call her I cute and cuddly, and I tend to feel the same way.

“Oh, Mother!” she responded to my chiding of her for being so revealingly dressed, “I go ” around like this in front of Daddy all the time at home. And Bob's going to be staying with us, so he might as well get used to me.”

I wondered if she flirted and moved herself about like that in front of her father? I had never thought too much about it before, but she was always provocative like that, even around me. I enjoyed it, of course, because I looked on her as being my own product, a very attractive girl whom males would admire and worship. However, I became very conscious of her suggestive behavior around Bob.

The first few days we spent in fixing up the den for Bob and arranging his trunkload of things. There were two attache cases that he told us in no uncertain terms we were never to touch. It seems that I hung onto Bob those first days as if I were literally attached to him physically. I had a secret fear of his being alone with Kathy. However, our being together as a kind of pseudo-family unit seemed to grow on me, and somewhere along the line I discarded my fears, at least on the surface and consciously.

The worst part of that first week was Kathy's constant presence preventing Bob and me from having sex. I kept telling him that I would sneak down to his room after Kathy went to sleep. I explained that it would be perfectly safe because even if Kathy should get up and realize we were together down there, we could just be looking at T-V. But Bob said we should present a very proper image at first, let Kathy have time to do all the snooping she liked, and find nothing.

One evening as the three of us sat looking at T-V, I whispered to Bob that I wanted him so bad, why didn't we tell Kathy we were going to a movie, and then get a motel room for a few hours. He looked at me and frowned, then he seemed to brighten up a moment.

“Turn off the T-V, Kathy,” he directed in his authoritarian manner that we had come to expect. “I think it's time the three of us had a serious talk.”

“Oh… no…” I gasped aloud, not really knowing what it was I expected.

“Gonna tell me about the birds and bees, Bob?” Kathy teased him as she swiveled over to turn off the set. “Dad's already done that, but I like the way the boys tell you better.”

“Don't be such a smart-ass!” Bob blared at Kathy angrily, popping her terribly hard on the buttocks with his hand. “You're a very mature girl for your age and I see no reason to carry on some kind of act around you. You must realize that your mother and I are adults, entitled to adult pleasures, and that we are involved in a serious love affair.”

“Ha-ha!” Kathy burst into laughter as she plopped down in the big chair, her breasts moving about so very noticeably underneath the pink baby-dolls, “I don't think you two are having a serious affair. You haven't slept together the whole time you've been here.”

“Kathy… I ought to punish you for that kind of talk!” I screamed at her.

“Oh, Mother!” she pouted, “Kids aren't dumb! I don't care what you and Bob do. Don't let me stop you.”