I couldn’t tell if I was getting through to him, but I couldn’t stop now.
“All my life, but especially the last six years, I’ve had a role model that I wouldn’t trade for the world. When I look at you, it’s like looking into a mirror of what I’d like to be. And through it all, you’ve never touched me improperly, abused me, or misled me, even though I’ve paraded myself since childhood before you with naked abandon. I always knew I was safe and secure wherever you were.”
I was doing everything I could to keep my emotions in check. So I took another route.
“Remember that guy I went out on a date with a couple of weeks ago…the one in my sociology class?”
“Yes, I remember,” Dad said, “What became of him?”
“We went to a movie, and on the way back he pulled the car aside in a parking lot. He was fucking crazy. He plopped his prick out, thinking that I’d be impressed and suck him dry. I just laughed and got out of the car and walked home. I mean, really! How many dicks did I see growing up? Jesus!”
Dad laughed like I hadn’t seen him laugh in years. I laughed too, but it was a different kind of laughter. It was the kind of laughter that comes from the heart of one who is so happy that the tears well up inside. I could have spent the rest of my life sitting on Dad’s prick, laughing as if the whole world should be jealous. A tear ran down my cheek…my father put his hand up to touch it.
I raised my hand and cupped his in mine. Time stopped and a silence descended upon us for a moment. I felt that love could never be so real. I took his hand and lowered it to my bottom and placed it on my butt cheek. Like a jolt of electricity, Dad’s penis jumped and actually moved me on top of it.
“I remember all the lessons you taught me as a child, Dad. You once told me that clothes covered what nature intended for us all to see. You said we must pay attention to the messages that nature sends our way. It all seemed like tree hugger stuff back then, but it makes sense now. What is nature telling us now? I’m sitting here with my naked age-of-consent ass on your throbbing cock, and the only thing between them is your flannel pajama bottoms.”
Our eyes were attached to each other like magnets. His other hand came up to cup the opposite ass cheek. Gently he squeezed them both, followed by the familiar reaction emanating from his groin. I could almost hear the moral gears grinding in his brain. This was not a simple decision…for either of us. But I knew it was what I wanted more than anything else in my life. I wanted to make up for Mom’s fucking abandonment. I wanted to make up for wearing that fucking thong that night. I wanted to make up for all those years of deprival and haunted dreams that Dad had to go through. I wanted what any lover wanted, a partner with whom I could share my thoughts and body in the most intimate ways. And I wanted this partner to be Dad.
“Are you sure you love me?” I inquired again.
“Of course I do, Honey. Why do you ask?” he answered.
“Well,” I hesitated, not wanting to be rejected, “because I don’t want you ever to think that I’m a fucking whore, like Mom.”
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