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I moved into my apartment three years back and almost immediately was befriended by the widower downstairs, a man some thirty years my senior, and because of his age, saw no immediate threat to me or my daughter, who was eight.
Over the years I remained celibate, and at 27 never sought the high life or fun times, just remained at home and had the occasional drink with Peter downstairs, a sort of convivial arrangement, as he like myself kept much to ourselves, and over time became a substitute grandfather to Heidi my daughter.
For her tenth Christmas, Peter bought her a computer, something neither of us new anything about, so we left it to Peter to set-up, which he did, in Heidi's bedroom.
Looking back, I think that was when things started changing, Heidi was growing and maturing faster than her mentality, by eleven she was wearing her first brassiere, and by twelve, she was wearing thongs and her talk more adult and sex.
I asked Peter if the internet could be influencing her, and he assured me I was having a more profound effect on her to help counteract the negativity of the internet.
I was lulled into a sense of false security, believing in my own ability to control my daughters well-being, Peter, by now was more interested in her too, in now in his sixties, I could see, yet was fascinated by two people with an age gap of fifty years, could be mutually attracted.
Over the years Peter had never shown any interest with me towards sex, not that I was encouraging it, but there were times when we could have indulged, I mean I am a good looking woman, and Peter was the only man to be in my confidence, and sex was always there, just around the corner, but it never seemed just right, and I would masturbate my frustrations out of myself, a couple of times as he sat in the next room, that was how close he was.
One weekend Peter had left to visit a friend and had asked me to look in on his cat while he was away.
I sat down in his flat and poured myself a drink and my eyes just explored his living room, when they beheld his computer over in the corner.
I got up and hit the mouse, and to my surprise it sprung to life, and I sat there looking at folders, one of which was named Heidi.
I double-clicked on it and it opened, and it was avi clips and photos of my daughter, nude and masturbating on her computer.
The angle from which she was being spied on I knew was the wall clock Peter had given her a year back, and as I clicked more and more, his depravity knew no bound, Skype and chat rooms, saved conversations with my daughter, and her willingness to do what she was doing, albeit unknown to her it was Peter, left me initially in a state of shock.
An old man having carnal knowledge of a girl so young was not unfamiliar to me. As a girl myself I was aware of a similar experience, the owner of the farm sweet shop at the end of our street, had a similar knowledge of myself.
My exploits with him, were something I had always kept secret, and the more I thought about it, the more I thought it was as if fate was coming round full circle, the only difference being, I did things, whereas Peter was only looking and encouraging my daughter.
I saw a side of my daughter I thought never possible, coming on thirteen she was exhibiting her femininity in a very sexual way, the fact she was showing everything showed she was one step from actually having sex, and it was this fact that awoke a deep longing in myself, for that elusive feeling all those years back, that eleven year old girl being naked in bed with that dirty old men, and feeling him inside me.
My thoughts were disturbed as the screen showed my daughter walking into her room and heading straight for the computer.
'You there', she typed.
I froze, as I saw her sweet face on screen, I could even hear her type on her keyboard.
'Peter', she typed again, and my heart almost stopped beating, she knew!
I sat quietly looking at her sweet and beautiful face, not really knowing the woman in the girl confronting me, she had struck out of the family nest and was being a very sexual person in her own right.
I double-clicked on a folder with yet more photos and this time as I skimmed through them it was Peter himself, totally nude and erect, and the girl behind the camera was my Heidi, she too was nude, and it left no doubt in my mind, they were lovers, and my heart sank, at thirty I felt as if I was being left behind, perhaps Peter did have an effect on me, and I let my daughter take my place.
I closed all the folder I had opened and left it as best I could remember and went upstairs. Perhaps when Peter returned I could be nicer to him and more open, more sexy and willing, and when my daughter emerged from her bedroom I looked at her with different eyes, 'Heidi, what would you say to asking Peter to move in with us'?
Heidi smiled before answering the million dollar question, 'Where would he sleep mother', she paused as her question sunk in, 'we only have two beds'?
She was right and her smug answer had made me feel silly and a tad angry. I looked her in the eye and retorted, 'He can choose, or we can share', Heidi's face was a picture, 'You know she screamed', now it was my turn to smile, 'yes darling I do know, and what's more, I think we can share'.
Over the years I remained celibate, and at 27 never sought the high life or fun times, just remained at home and had the occasional drink with Peter downstairs, a sort of convivial arrangement, as he like myself kept much to ourselves, and over time became a substitute grandfather to Heidi my daughter.
For her tenth Christmas, Peter bought her a computer, something neither of us new anything about, so we left it to Peter to set-up, which he did, in Heidi's bedroom.
Looking back, I think that was when things started changing, Heidi was growing and maturing faster than her mentality, by eleven she was wearing her first brassiere, and by twelve, she was wearing thongs and her talk more adult and sex.
I asked Peter if the internet could be influencing her, and he assured me I was having a more profound effect on her to help counteract the negativity of the internet.
I was lulled into a sense of false security, believing in my own ability to control my daughters well-being, Peter, by now was more interested in her too, in now in his sixties, I could see, yet was fascinated by two people with an age gap of fifty years, could be mutually attracted.
Over the years Peter had never shown any interest with me towards sex, not that I was encouraging it, but there were times when we could have indulged, I mean I am a good looking woman, and Peter was the only man to be in my confidence, and sex was always there, just around the corner, but it never seemed just right, and I would masturbate my frustrations out of myself, a couple of times as he sat in the next room, that was how close he was.
One weekend Peter had left to visit a friend and had asked me to look in on his cat while he was away.
I sat down in his flat and poured myself a drink and my eyes just explored his living room, when they beheld his computer over in the corner.
I got up and hit the mouse, and to my surprise it sprung to life, and I sat there looking at folders, one of which was named Heidi.
I double-clicked on it and it opened, and it was avi clips and photos of my daughter, nude and masturbating on her computer.
The angle from which she was being spied on I knew was the wall clock Peter had given her a year back, and as I clicked more and more, his depravity knew no bound, Skype and chat rooms, saved conversations with my daughter, and her willingness to do what she was doing, albeit unknown to her it was Peter, left me initially in a state of shock.
An old man having carnal knowledge of a girl so young was not unfamiliar to me. As a girl myself I was aware of a similar experience, the owner of the farm sweet shop at the end of our street, had a similar knowledge of myself.
My exploits with him, were something I had always kept secret, and the more I thought about it, the more I thought it was as if fate was coming round full circle, the only difference being, I did things, whereas Peter was only looking and encouraging my daughter.
I saw a side of my daughter I thought never possible, coming on thirteen she was exhibiting her femininity in a very sexual way, the fact she was showing everything showed she was one step from actually having sex, and it was this fact that awoke a deep longing in myself, for that elusive feeling all those years back, that eleven year old girl being naked in bed with that dirty old men, and feeling him inside me.
My thoughts were disturbed as the screen showed my daughter walking into her room and heading straight for the computer.
'You there', she typed.
I froze, as I saw her sweet face on screen, I could even hear her type on her keyboard.
'Peter', she typed again, and my heart almost stopped beating, she knew!
I sat quietly looking at her sweet and beautiful face, not really knowing the woman in the girl confronting me, she had struck out of the family nest and was being a very sexual person in her own right.
I double-clicked on a folder with yet more photos and this time as I skimmed through them it was Peter himself, totally nude and erect, and the girl behind the camera was my Heidi, she too was nude, and it left no doubt in my mind, they were lovers, and my heart sank, at thirty I felt as if I was being left behind, perhaps Peter did have an effect on me, and I let my daughter take my place.
I closed all the folder I had opened and left it as best I could remember and went upstairs. Perhaps when Peter returned I could be nicer to him and more open, more sexy and willing, and when my daughter emerged from her bedroom I looked at her with different eyes, 'Heidi, what would you say to asking Peter to move in with us'?
Heidi smiled before answering the million dollar question, 'Where would he sleep mother', she paused as her question sunk in, 'we only have two beds'?
She was right and her smug answer had made me feel silly and a tad angry. I looked her in the eye and retorted, 'He can choose, or we can share', Heidi's face was a picture, 'You know she screamed', now it was my turn to smile, 'yes darling I do know, and what's more, I think we can share'.
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