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  A Pleasant Mistake

  By

  Allison Heather

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2011 Allison Heather

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  Dedication and Warning

  This book like my other books written and to be written are a silent homage to all those who have dared and would dare break taboos. I am struggling to do so myself...probably one day I would accomplish that and join the ranks of brave and wonderful. Until then, for me pen [keyboard] and imagination are two very strong tools.

  The book contains strong adult theme and should be read by those who are open-minded and like challenging imaginations. Best Wishes and thanks for picking up [rather downloading] this book.

  Happy Reading.

  Allison Heather.

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  A Pleasant Mistake.

  Prologue

  As I sit here pregnant and content, in our bustling huge kitchen, I look at the faces of my family members. All are smiling making a relaxed but vocal start to the day. I smiled at the familiar sight with happiness that is not easily explicable. I cannot help but think about that fateful day six years ago. The day that changed my life and veered it from the path it might have carried on to a new path it eventually did. I shudder to think what life would have I had and how much happiness I would have missed, if not for a pleasant mistake.

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  Chapter 1

  Breakfast time in our house is full of confusing activity. Family members pop in and out. My mother and maid cook a huge amount of breakfast. Close employees of family firm drop in like family members. All 'invaders' either sit down and eat on the table or simply pick and graze as conversations fly across various. Quite often it is very difficult to follow who is contributing to which discussion. I wonder, how anyone can trace who has responded to whom. My head moves like an umpire of a tennis match ultimately I sigh and give up.

  My father and grandfather have created a retail chain empire with production lines that is worth two billion dollars. We are not Bill Gates. But we are comfortable. In fact, we are more than comfortable. My family created and implemented a novel concept of employee-employer partnership and that enabled the company to rocket into stratosphere. We, of course, have the widest product lines and back our products with exceptional warranties. My father sat on the table with king sized breakfast hearing his key helpers.

  The fateful day I have mentioned, I sat through the tumult and noticed how easily my mum and dad shared intimacy even in a crowded kitchen. Whenever my mother passed close to my father she would put her hand on his shoulder or stroke his hair. If my mother's hands were full or even when not, my father would simply touch her thigh or back or bottom. These are not sexual at all. These are almost platonic contacts but for the fact that my parents exude suppressed sexuality all the time. I am not sure if it is my heightened sensitivity towards two people I love most. There are half-baked scientific papers that suggest that couples who love each other very much and have lived together long enough start to look alike. My parents could pass of as siblings.

  Don't get me wrong I loved my brother and grandpa as much but my father and mother could make me do anything. I was just not obedient I was simply a voluntary putty in my parents’ hands. Daddy got up to leave and looked at me beaming his captivating heart stopping smile. My heart skipped a beat. My dad seemed to reach the ceiling. Our house has exceptionally high ceiling. We have to. All men in my family are very tall. Shortest person in my family, in fact called 'Shorty' until I grew up and the tag was transferred to me, was my uncle, my mother's brother, who is six feet and four inches tall. My dad pulled himself to his six feet and eight inches of height and I got up as I drove to work with dad. I had finished my MBA and was an intern in our family business. I had rejected many fancy campus interview-led offers.

  My father took my mother in his arms as if they were all alone, and kissed her. It was a very husbandly kiss but to me it smoldered with restrained passion. My mother is a bit taller (an inch to be precise) than me but no one ever thought of calling her Shorty. Even at five feet eight inches her calm motherly presence makes her as tall as her men in the family. My mother never raises her voice in public. No one has ever heard her shout or scream.

  Dad kissed my mother twice, and whispered, "Get some rest, sweetie" (‘last night must have finished late' I thought).

  I tried to keep up with my father. I had loved my father with passion as long as I could remember, I still do. He was the man I compared everyone against, until I settled down with the man of my destiny. My parents were my yardsticks all humans worth thinking about. My father took his favourite SUV (no sissy sports car for my father). I looked at my dad stealthily for the zillionth time. Jamieson Mathew David Cuthbert or James as my mum and grandpa called him is an extremely handsome man. This is not just because I am his daughter.

  My mother's husband and my immediate ancestor, is unbelievably handsome. His broad face with perfect manly nose and jaw was designed for a matinee idol. His massive frame was enormous. He hardly looked forty-four he was, at that time. His muscles did have a comfortable padding of fat and a sexy bulge on his abdominal muscles, but his strength exuded from each pore of his body. His large hands could make many men unsure of themselves, as they shook hands. Many of his business deals were won on handshake. Once any man found his, what he had thought a big manly hand, in my dad's huge real man's hand he was on back-foot.

  I should tell you now that rest of my family comprises of my mother Heather Elizabeth Cuthbert, Beth for my dad and Lizzy for my grandpa. Jake Nathan Cuthbert was my kid brother. Full two years younger than me. I love my 'little' brother to bits. He is a genius and was fast tracked to Harvard. He was doing PhD in software programming of market analysis. Jake already had ten patents to his name and was getting royalties that made him independent both economically and professionally. Like me he would join and progress family business and was waiting to come back home. Jake was apple of our mother's eye. She loved both of us equally but we were on two sides of the 'justice-balance' and she kept the mark in dead middle.

  Oh, by the way Jake is as tall as my dad but his body was then covered with swimmer like muscles, now he is bulkier and heading towards our father’s built. His handsome face is beautiful at the same time. Grandpa Edward Jonathan Mathew Cuthbert is a giant. He is broader than dad. He is padded all over and his muscles are nicely tucked under the layer of fat. He has a decent paunch that bulged above his trademark blue jeans. I thought his paunch made him look even more handsome. He carried his sixty-eight years lightly. Now grandpa carries his seventy-four years equally lightly.

  Last but the least is the eldest daughter, Caroline Heather Jane Cuthbert, yours truly - Caro for the family and Janey to my close friends. I did my MBA from Harvard one of the youngest alumni of the faculty. I had publications that I was proud of and my professors were quietly envious. I have three patents of employee-engagement models widely recognised as ideal way to improve work environment. I was a minor celebrity for two years while I gave talks on TV and various channels, invited
by big companies to advice, because I was still twenty and young. I turned twenty-two two months ago. I am probably cute, probably handsome. I am definitely not the exquisite beauty glossy magazines write about. I am for sure not 'stick' of a girl.

  Like my mother I am 'big boned'. At the time of the account I was full and almost plump not obese or grossly overweight. My large breasts were supported on my 38-inch chest giving me an awkward bra size of 38DD or 40D. I hardly worried about the bras. I used sports bra all the time. I had rounded waist of 30 and hips that filled the tape on 38/39, quite often close to 40. I was fit in fact super fit. I was borderline BBW according to magazines and clothing flyers. I was according to my grandpa 'all woman'. I agreed. My mother had given me my frame and dark blond hair. My mum was quite like me but couple of inches bigger everywhere. Her 40E breasts enhanced her handsome face. Her rounded waist of 32-34 with bottom of 42 filled the dresses sexily. Her hair was wavier and she wore them shoulder length. I wore mine to my neck. Jake and I thought our mother was ravishingly beautiful. My dad and grandpa (my uncle and cousin too) agreed. She was a year behind my dad in years at forty-three. My mother never suggested that I needed to be anything else I was and that was good enough for me.

  I was busy from the moment I stepped into my office. I admired my father even more since I saw him at work. He was a natural leader. He could delegate with silky ease. He was unflappable. He would cancel delay a meeting and would visit a sick employee or visit a senior employees wife in delivery suite. Dad was quintessentially a man first than an employer and lastly a business tycoon. I loved my dad, I might have told you that, just making sure.

  I had become broody for the last two years I had returned home. Mother and dad both felt I was quieter than my usual self. Mum and I were close. I could talk with her openly and about anything. I could use slang and obscene language, only with her and only in our private mother-daughter moments. Mum and I shared all our lives incidents as if the other was keeping a diary. She had started threatening to take me away somewhere far if I did not 'confess' what was eating me.

  To add to her woes for the last month dad started to do a 'Caro'. He was quieter than before and would avoid contributing in conversations he could ignite with his wit and humour. Mum would sigh and shake her head.

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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."