Daughter’s Hairbrush leads to first time sex

The sun shone through a gap in the bedroom curtains when I woke, and after the few days of rain it was a nice surprise to see such a sight. The fact we were in autumn meant the trees outside were a beautiful array of colours as the leaves prepared to drop and the air crisp. The recent wind had even dropped which meant that it looked promising to be a nice weekend. And considering the date it seemed a good omen that things should finally fall into place as the previous few months had been a bit of a nightmare.

As I lay listening to the quietness of the house, enjoying the fact I didn’t have to rush around to get ready for work I had a twinge of remorse that I was laying alone. After sharing a bed with someone for so long it took a bit of getting used to having to sleep alone. Sure, in the early days it had been good just like it is when you have the whole double bed to yourself the odd night rather than someone encroaching on your space as you sleep. But after 16 years of marriage and sharing a bed with my wife I missed the closeness of having someone there warm to snuggle up to. As well of course as missing the physical side of a relationship.
With my mind in a thoughtful mode it made me jump when suddenly there was a knock on the door and it swung open with a sight for sore eyes of my daughter entering with a steaming mug of tea.

“Morning Dad, I thought I would bring you a nice cup of tea on this fine morning and your divorce papers that the postman has just delivered, so we should celebrate in style the fact you are now officially free of my cow of a mother!”

Kate had never forgiven her mother for having the affair which finished our marriage, made worse by the fact that it had been her that found her out in the first place. Being only 14 at the time she had been brought home by one of her friends mum from school after the school was closed mid-morning due to a burst water pipe. As her own mum hadn’t answered her phone and being mature for her age Kate always had her own key in case of emergencies. Having been dropped off at the top of the drive she had made her way past her own mum’s car which was in the driveway along with a white van. Seemed a little odd for a start, especially as she hadn’t answered her phone but Kate thought perhaps she had just been busy vacuuming or something and hadn’t heard the phone. And perhaps the van was a workman that had been called in to fix something like the washing machine or the like. But on finding the door locked Kate used her key to enter and was met by the sound of her mother screaming. Thinking the worst Kate had grabbed an umbrella next to the door as a weapon and ran through to the kitchen where the noise had come from to help her mother who had sounded in distress.

Time seemed to stop for Kate then as she entered the kitchen. Her mother had indeed screamed but not because she was being attacked. Well not in so many words. Kate guessed that the van belonged to the man that stood behind her mother with his trousers and boxers discarded on the floor as he had hold of her hips and was pounding against her arse as she was bent over the worktop of the island in the centre of the kitchen, her negligee up around her waist and her bare breasts squashed against the marble. Kate had seen enough clips on the internet to know exactly what was happening in front of her and couldn’t then remember whether she screamed louder than her whore of a mother!

The phone call I received from my daughters mobile was one of the worst I had ever received. Through uncontrolled cries and sniffles I had just about made out the gist of the situation and where to find my daughter who had ran out of the house having first used the umbrella as the weapon she had intended and hit the man on the back of the head who had been fucking her mum.

By the time I had picked her up she had just about stopped crying as we pulled onto the drive, now minus the van. My wife met us at the door trying to apologise to Kate but our daughter was having none of it. In fact Kate calmly walked up to her mother and slapped her round her face asking how she could do such a thing to me before picking up her school bag which was where she had dropped it earlier and disappeared into her room. That left a very awkward situation as we stood opposite each other, tears welling in both of our eyes knowing that all we had worked for over the years had just been undone in a moment.

Turns out the visits from our friendly ‘repair-man’ had been a regular occurrence and the next time his van came onto our drive was to pick her up with her suitcase, a tearful Kate watching from her bedroom window as it pulled away leaving the two of us to get on with our lives minus a wife and mother!

So a messy few months had passed while we sorted out the divorce details as well as my daughters 15th Birthday. Unsurprisingly her mother had not been invited to our family gathering, and even though I tried to put aside my anger I was unable to change my daughters mind and even though I felt she still needed her mother’s input into her life now and again, Kate was having none of it. We had always had a very good and open relationship where any questions she had were answered honestly and that had only got better since her mum left and I was very proud of the young lady she was growing into. Her school work had not suffered and she had continued to mix with her circle of friends as before. The only major issue was that I kept having to remind her that she didn’t have to keep mothering me as I was big enough to look after myself, but because she was so big hearted she did all she could to make my life easier.

“Morning Kate” I had replied sitting up in bed and accepting both the envelope and tea with thanks. “Let’s open this then and make sure it says what we want it to say”.

As I tear the envelope open Kate plonked herself down on the bed by my side, her blonde hair still ruffled from sleep which she brushed from her face and smiled at me.

Having read my decree absolute I passed it to Kate who took it from me and put it on the side having read the title too. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, her arm wrapped around my neck and she gave me a big hug saying that she knows I must have mixed feelings over it as it was the end of what had seemed a happy marriage to me tainted by the fact my wife had been unfaithful. I held Kate close as I re-iterated that it was also a shame she had lost the mother she had once had and that if ever she wanted to rekindle the relationship with her then I would respect her wishes. But Kate was adamant that she was quite happy not seeing her.

“And anyway” she stated uncoupling from our hug, “I don’t need anyone else as you fill both roles quite well” she said.

As she lay next to me she picked up the solicitors letter and started to read it, crossing her feet as her legs stretched down the bed.