A Pleasant Mistake (2 page)

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Chapter 2

Mum caught my hand after dinner as she piled
the dishes in dishwasher, "Caro, if you are not going to sleep
early I shall come to you room." Mum would sometimes come for
'girl-girl' talks after 'putting dad to sleep'. Quite often she
would land up talking late in the night and mum would sleep with
me. I kissed my mum and nodded eagerly.

Two years ago after a similar arrangement I
had waited for mum and then against my intellectual grain went
spying on my mother in garb of getting a drink. As luck or
coincidence would have it my parents suite door was open. I slid in
and moved quietly across the lounge to their bedroom. Another
surprise, their bedroom door was ajar. I stood outside and heard
unmistakable sounds of a woman being fucked out of her mind.

Dad fucked mum for hours and she screamed,
moaned, shrieked. I could hear dad take my mum in her ass with
savage love. I could not believe that a man could last that long
and couple could make love with that intensity for that long after
they were married for nearly twenty two years. I tiptoed back to my
room and waited for mum. She came very late. We just slept in each
other arms. Mum and I were too tired to talk.

I shook my head to remove the indelible
image transiently.

Mum came rather earlier than I anticipated.
I had two glasses of Irish cream ready. Mum loved that drink
especially late in the night. Mum was in a short nightie and
nothing else. Her full frame in nearly transparent gown made her
look even more beautiful. Her large breasts drooped slightly to
make them alluring even to me. There were two fold around her full
waist one just below her ribcage and another just above her full
ass. Those added with her full meaty thighs made her a woman that
could raise temperature of any true man.

Mum climbed under the duvet and hugged me,
"Shoot Caro! What is going on?"

I buried my face in my mother's neck and
whispered, "Mum I am a virgin.”

“
Caro, there must be tens
of boys dying to get into your er panties,” mum tried to match my
lingo.

“
Pants mum, actual
expression is in your pants,” I corrected mum who crinkled her nose
dismissing my linguistic adherence to accuracy.”

“
OK! How many boys have
you rejected?” Mum believed that her son and daughter were hitting
potential suitors off with a stick.

Mum, boys like size minus two or less. But
the real reason is umm, “I gulped and then plunged in the cold
waters, “I cannot get dad out of my mind."

"Caro, sweetie, have you told your dad
that?" Mum was as calm as the deep sea on a sunny day.

"No! NO! Mum, I would die of shame."

"Silly not that you are a virgin but that
you are thinking of him."

"Umm! How do you tell your dad that? He
looks at me as if I am her little girl."

"Caro, I could tell you that very easily but
that would be useless. The fact you and your dad are fiercely
independent you both will have to resolve it between yourself." Mum
kissed my nose.

"Caro, can I share something with you," Mum
kissed on the tip of my nose again, "daddy is showing signs of some
insecurity himself. I think he has always been with me and in his
middle age he is not sure that he is man and gentleman enough to
keep me engaged."

I laughed, "Mum, surely not!"

"Caro, you dad loves me madly. He sometimes
forgets that I do not need anything but him. Your dad is a kind of
man who would die for the woman he loves, real old fashioned
romantic."

I was dizzy. My dad was what I imagined him
to be and much more.

"Mum, can you not tell him that he is being
silly," I hugged my mum tight against me.

"Caro! Can anyone tell you or your dad
something as basic as that?" Mum hugged me back.

"What are you going to do, mum," I kissed
the tip of my mum's nose this time.

"Umm.. I don't know sweetie. I could arrange
a young silly blond to seduce dad. If that succeeds she would
definitely gush what a great man he is but I would kill myself with
jealousy. Moreover your dad would never have cheat on me." Mum
looked wistful and all the more beautiful.

"Mum, can I not tell dad that he should snap
out of it," I asked mum knowing the answer fully well.

Mum kissed me on my mouth and did not
reply.

"Caro, do you think you could help me?"

I would kill and die for my mother. I nodded
yes and kissed the side of my mum's nose.

"Caro, do you think you could seduce an
older man like your dad to help me," mum appeared troubled and
hesitant.

My heart thudded. Seduce the man I am
dreaming of! Seduce my dad with my mother's blessings. There is
Santa and there is spirit of Christmas.

I was shaking and my mother held me tight,
"Sorry, Caro. I am being stupid. How can I ask you to do something
you have not decided to do on your own account?"

My heart lurched. I hastily kissed mum on
her lips lest she should say something else to make my agreement
redundant.

"Mum, I love you and dad too much. I would
kill to get some time with dad as a man. Are you sure he likes me
enough for me to have any chance? I am not exactly like a model out
of Vogue."

"Caro! You are beautiful and any man would
drool if you were to suggest you wanted him. Daddies always love
their daughters, any way. For James your are the most beautiful
woman on earth."

"Mum, not with you around!" I rubbed my nose
against my mum's.

"Caro, your dad and I have known each other
all our lives. He thinks you are the most beautiful woman there is
on this planet - period."

I almost cried, "Mum, how can I manage to
convince dad that I want him as a man?"

"Leave that to me, sweetheart. Promise that
you would be forthright when the moment comes," Mum yawned
daintily.

"Mum, I heard you guys make love two years
ago. Dad seemed to go on and on for hours?" I tried to dig some
details for my 'mission impossible'.

"Caro, Oh my sweetie! Your father has range
that goes from gentler than lamb to a mad tiger. He is insatiable
at best of times. When he takes me roughly it can get very rough,
really rough, but I love it. He somehow knows how to do it right
and do it when I am ready."

"How did you guys manage to do so well? Now
a days man and woman can barely stay together," I quizzed.

Mum yawned and I quickly kissed inside her
open mouth, she smiled enigmatically, "I have known your dad all my
life. Goodnight sweetie."

I nodded, though no wiser. Soon my mum was
fast asleep. I buried my face in my mother's neck and heard her
deep breathing as my imaginations created images so real that I
could hardly sleep.

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Chapter 3

Dad and I were given a notice by mum and
grandpa that we had been working too hard and getting intolerably
quiet. We were given dates when we were flying to North island of
Maldives. Grandpa had luxury suite booked at Four-Seasons. There
was scuba diving, snorkeling, three gourmet restaurants and we were
not allowed to take any laptops etc.

Dad looked at me helplessly. I too appeared
helpless and shrugged my shoulders.

"Beth sweetie, are you not coming?" Dad
asked in a schoolboy's voice.

"Jamie!! (Mum called dad that when
exasperated), I need to look after dad and the horde you have
employed. Moreover, this is meant for you two high flyers to unwind
and relax." Mum rubbed dad's hair as if he was ten years old
naughty boy.

Dad looked beaten and he smiled and kissed
mum's soft beautiful hand, "Caro sweetheart, you don't have to
agree."

Like hell I would not, I said sweetly,
"Daddy, I am sorry you will have to put up with your boring
daughter and not your sexy wife. But you could teach me deep sea
scuba diving and I promise I would not seduce any man of my age
however handsome."

I was surprised to see a minuscule furrowing
of dad's eyebrows- just a tiny movement. He was surprised or
annoyed or simply, dare I say jealous!

My heart sang. Grandpa changed the subject
with a big smile on his handsome face.

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Dad and I took our family jet first to
Berlin and then to Mali.

Grandpa had hired a seaplane all for us. We
were at the huge suite along the beach and were booked as
Cuthberts. Daddy looked as relaxed as he always did. I was tense as
a violin string because I had to achieve what my mum thought was
necessary in four weeks. Daddy freed the 'butler' attached to our
suite but dad had to promise the man was still on our roll and we
would call him on pager when needed.

Dad was a giant and looked bigger on that
tiny island. I used my two-piece bikini that covered my breasts and
full ass but showed my round waist with a groove between two folds
of my full waist. My full thighs ran into my full ankles. I was
simply a woman with curves. I noticed a popular model on the beach,
she was size 4, 6 or perhaps 2, and with cup 'minus A' breasts that
you had to imagine existed. She could have been a beautiful boy
with no cock. I am being mean, sorry.

Dad was in his trademark long loose swimming
shorts. His huge frame turned heads. With him beside me I too
became centre of attraction. We strolled along the sandy beach. Our
dinner was booked at the restaurant run by an Egyptian gourmet
chef. We walked back to our suite with a private beach of our
own.

My daddy rubbed sunscreen cream as he had
done all my life since I was a baby - I was his little girl. I
unhooked my bra and rolled over. Daddy manfully rubbed sun cream
all over my back and legs. No sexual tension what so ever. That is
the problem if you are considered intelligent and independent.

I got up and 'forgot' to hook my bra back. I
rubbed sun cream on my dad's hairy back, legs. I pushed my hands up
his long boxers and rubbed it in as high as I could get to his
massive muscular ass cheeks.

I prodded daddy on his back and he dutifully
rolled over. I rubbed the sun cream over his hairy arms, chest,
belly, and legs. I diligently pushed my hands up daddy's trunks to
the point acceptable.

I looked at my dad with closed eyes lying
peacefully. I draped my body on top of dad's and rested my face on
his hairy chest. Dad's arms flew around my naked torso and we lay
there tired from long flight and jet lag. I like a stupid girl fell
asleep in my dad's arms instead of trying to seduce him.

I woke up and saw my father's smiling face.
I smiled sleepily and kissed dad's mouth lazily.

We both got up and went to shower. We were
ready in a short time. Ready included shorts and tee shirt for both
of us. I did not wear any bra. My full plump figure filled my
shorts and tee shirt. We went for drinks and were welcomed as 'Mrs.
and Mr. Cuthbert". Dad started to say something but I pressed his
hand and thanked quickly.

We ordered 1964 Barolo surprising Chef who
was probably expecting us to choose from pretentious vintage
French. Dad and I chatted as comfortably as ever. I had no idea how
a daughter seduces her father.

My mobile pinged indicating a text. Dad
smiled, I apologised.

It was from mum, 'be yourself - forthright
and sweet. I love you.'

Dad like a gentleman did not ask any
questions about the text.

We were treated to a wonderful dinner. The
polish gentleman in charge of scuba diving came and said hello and
assured us that his was one of the safest outfits in the world.

We finished our long six-course dinner late.
Chef joined us for a drink. He brought us gift of small packet of
crushed flowers, "Mr. Cuthbert these flowers are supposed to
augment passion if taken as tea but with a beautiful lady like Mrs.
Cuthbert no man needs any stimulation."

I clasped my tiny hand over my dad's huge
hand. He stopped mid-word, I and giggled like a young wife, "Thank
you for your kind gift and words Mr. Abraham."

Daddy hastily added his thanks. Chef stayed
with us for a drink and then excused himself. We had cognac and my
daddy made me talk. My father excelled in bringing out people. I
expounded on all that had interested me and he interrupted with
timely witty comments and sometime biting humour.

The model walked in with three men of
varying age. I nudged daddy and he discretely turned and noted what
I wanted him to see.

"Dad, don't you find that girl beautiful.
She is so slim and svelte unlike me with all fullness and big
curves?"

"Caro, I do not know how a man declares a
woman beautiful or not. As I get to know someone better the person
keeps on looking more beautiful or handsome to me. If you were more
interested in the size issue then I do feel concerned about the
health of these girls. If they are fit and healthy they can be any
size they wish to," daddy said in an even heavy baritone that sends
shiver up my spine.

"However, I tend to compare the beauty of a
woman based on the only woman I have loved, your mother. Now let's
drop this otherwise I shall start missing your mother, " dad shook
his handsome big head and a big beautiful smile lighted his
face.

I tingled inside if daddy loved my mum so
much then on this island there was only one girl who was similar
and in fact looked like her. I was competing with myself.

We strolled along the beach bare feet. I
hung on my dad's massive arm and stroked his hairy forearm with my
fingers softly.

We reached our suite and I did not want to
let go of my dad's arm. When daddy looked at me inquiringly I shook
my head and created a sound like ''unn uun". I did that when little
mum tried to pry myself out of daddy's lap.

Daddy laughed and picked me up in his arms
holding me around my round soft waist and kissed me on the tip of
my nose, "I love you Caro."