I recently, through a genealogy website, found out who my paternal father was.  My mother lived with Frank, and I had assumed he was my real father.  I knew that Frank and mum never married and often wonder why they didn’t as they appeared to be devoted to each other.  Then Frank sadly died and having buried him I started to really wonder about him and mum.  Mum was always forgetful so when she was away for a week with her friend I rifled through her papers.  I wished I hadn’t.  I found a wedding certificate!  Half of it had been redacted with Indelible ink.  My mum had married but I couldn’t see who to as it was his details that had now gone, and I know Frank had never been married, so was my father.

On my mums return from her trip, I tried to talk to her about it, but she wouldn’t tell me and got quite cross as I had been through some of her papers, and she kept telling me that Frank was my dad.  Then mums’ forgetfulness got worse, and she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.  she knew she had it.   I tried again to talk to her and stressed that it might not be long before she wouldn’t remember her own name let alone her husband’s name.   I got the name George but nothing else and then to all intents within two months she was gone to me.

I sent my DNA and had it tested and loaded into a genealogy Web site.  In just days it was loaded, and my father appeared with a line directly leading to me.  I now had his surname as I had been living all my life with my mother’s maiden name.  A few quick keystrokes and I had his address.  I was surprised that what I now believed was my father was living less that half a mile away.  I couldn’t get a phone number, so I decided to go and see if I could see him and talk to him.

At twenty-eight I wasn’t looking for money or anything else from him, just a few answers.  I was surprised when a nice-looking woman much my own age answered the door.  I immediately wondered was she a sister that I never knew about.  I asked if I could talk to George, and she told me that he didn’t get in for another twenty minutes and invited me in to wait for him.  She asked what business I had with George, and I told her it was of a personal nature.  I didn’t want to say much in case she was my sister and George hadn’t told her about me.  Jackie asked would I like a cup of tea while I waited.  As we sat enjoying our tea, I looked Jackie over still thinking she could be my sister.  I thought she looked quite attractive but looked nothing like my mother or me.  I wondered if my father has another family with Jackie’s mother.

Then my father came home, and his first words to me were who are you.  Having given him my name, he got angry and hustled me out the house and told me not to come back.  Not a good start and no further on with my questions and definitely no answers.  I thought that was that as I drove home.  It was Saturday morning, and I was getting ready to go and visit my mother knowing that she probably wouldn’t recognize me, when the front doorbell rang.  Imagine my surprise to see Jackie stood there.  I welcomed her in, and it appeared she had as many questions as I had.  I asked her was she my sister.    Jackie asked why I would think that and when I started to tell her that I believed George was my paternal father and told her about my mother and the blanked-out marriage certificate, Jackie quickly put me straight that George wasn’t her father so there was no chance that she was my sister, although she believed that I did have sibling sired by George.

I was cheeky and asked how she fitted in with George and she answered that she was his lover.  I was shocked that a young lady, and good looking as well, was shacked up with my father who from the information I had found had just turned sixty.  He was nearly double her age.  She asked what I wanted to know, and I gave her some paper so she could write anything down and reeled off all the questions I had.  Then she asked what family I had, and I told her about my mother and her partner Frank.  Eventually Jackie went off shopping and I went off to visit my mother.  She was more lucid than she had been during my last four visits.

Just the mention of George had her upset and I think she thought I was George, and she was excitedly calling me a dirty bastard and that I had got her pregnant and then walked out on her literally holding the baby.  She was so upset that the staff asked me to leave and come back another day.  I was upset but at least I had finally got a few answers.  George was my father and he had walked out on us.

It was about a week later when Jackie returned with a few answers she had found out.  She had found the names and addresses of a brother and a sister.  They like me had retained their mother’s maiden names as George had never married her.  Well, he couldn’t because they had never divorced my mum.  I sat close to Jackie looking over the paperwork she had brought with her.  She smelt nice and I wondered why she was with my father.  Jackie offered to go with me if I was going to meet my siblings.  We set a date to visit my brother first.  I enjoyed driving Jackie and having her scent in my car and on meeting my half-brother he wasn’t that interested.  My half-sister was just a few roads away, so we went to meet her.  She was pleased to see me and confirmed that she was indeed an offspring from my father.  She knew that he had got her mother pregnant almost at the same time as he had got my mother pregnant, and had run off with her mother.

Just after her younger brother was born, he again did a runner with a younger model and also got her pregnant.   I had yet another sister and she also lived not far away.  I was getting quite a picture of what sort of man George was.  I think that Jackie was getting her eyes opened as well.  I dropped Jackie off as she had things she needed to do and then went and visited the sister I had been told of.  She was nice and she knew little of my father and what he was like, other that her mother told her he was a bad man and soon left her for yet another woman.   Back on the genealogy site I more found a few more siblings.  In total I eventually found there was nine of us siblings. 

You’re probably wondering why this is on a sex site.  You’ve not got far to go.  Jackie informed me that if I wanted to try to talk to him again, he was a member of a working men’s club and wouldn’t want embarrassing at his club so she thought he would want to talk to me quietly.  Instead, I contacted the other eight and told them I intended to confront him at his club and if I didn’t get answers, I would embarrass him.  Seven of the eight agreed to come with me.  When we arrived, he was sat with Jackie.  The look on his face was like thunder the moment he saw us and realized he was being ambushed.  He got extremely angry and started shouting to us to all F off and that all our mothers were whores, and that they couldn’t keep their legs shut.  Then he turned on Jackie and told her to F off with us.  Jackie was in tears and as I have said before she was a nice woman.  I ended up taking her with me.

Back at my house I comforted her.  That comfort soon developed into sleeping with her.  She not only looked good, smelt good, but she also shagged good.  Jackie collected her stuff from his house and moved in with me.  I was still angry with my father and decided that he needed a lesson.  Besides loosing his bit on the side.  I talked to the council and the hospital administrators.  My mother’s house had been repossessed by the council and they were looking from where they could get funding for my mother’s keep and treatment and were looking in my direction.  I soon put them straight that if anyone was liable for her keep it was her husband and gave them his name and address and the replacement birth certificate that I had ordered from Somerset house.

I later heard that they were taking legal action against him for her keep.  As for Jackie she still lives with me, and we are very happy.  I have asked her to marry me, and she is thinking about it.  I do hope she says yes.