When you think about it, it all makes sense. You were sleeping with your neighbor/friend's wife, but you also knew that your neighbor/friend was sleeping with his wife. What were the chances that you were actually the father of your affair partner's daughter? She never told you. Never let on if she knew. You would have stopped yourself.

It was an off an on relationship. One that was a mostly flings here and there between periods of intense sexual activity. Maybe fuck around a lot for a month and then not for 2 years. Do it again for a day and 6 months without, then a year streak. All sorts of cycles go on as lives go on, as the daughters you know and the daughters you don't know grow up, which leads us to the current one.

For all the times you two had never been caught, all the near catches and scares, it wasnt until I had come home from college earlier than anticipated and caught my mother and her partner and never have I ever seen a man in more prime bee keeping age. I had to have him. How could I have known that biologically you were my father?

It was pretty simple. I came forward when it would be just you and I alone together, I promised that I wouldn't tell anyone as long as you have me the same treatment that you give and gave my mom to keep her cheating for years. Some may call it blackmail, some aggressive negotiations. One affair partner is plenty trouble but a third that the other two definitely don't know abour is even more trouble which wound up to our inevitable being caught. Luckily it was my mother not your wife who blurted out the truth, that you were the father, moments after a large creampie was shot into me. It's been an awkward few days since. Personally, I don't want to stop and neither should my mother.