I had a plan. I wasn’t going to try reversing anything right now, I just wanted some information. To learn about her thoughts. Try to figure out what was going on with her, and why she’d had this fairly sudden personality change. For one thing, she’d just updated her wardrobe. That was my in.
“Okay, Alisha, you had some fun today…”
“Yeah.”
“You went out shopping?”
“Yeah, for clothes.”
“Mhm…”
“Yeah, clothes and subs.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Yeah…”
“Did you like the clothes?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you like about them?”
“They’re cool. Sexy. Look good…”
“That’s nice…”
“Yeah…”
“I bought a blazer. Like Mom’s…”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah, I like Mom.”
“What do you like about her?”
“She’s confident. And pretty.”
“Mm.”
“Yeah, I wanna be like that.”
“Yeah? Like your mom?”
“Yeah, just like Mom…”
Okay. Made sense. Ava was a social butterfly; a charismatic, intelligent woman with a real outward-going personality. She had plenty of friends and even more admirers, so it was no wonder that a young woman looked up to her. But I had a sense that I was only scratching the surface, so I kept digging.
“You’re pretty too, Alisha, do you know that?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you think you can be like your mother?”
“Yeah…”
“Successful and…”
“Yah, like Mom… She’s confident. And classy. And hot. Yeah. I wanna be like her. Like Mom.”
“Do you want to be a pilot?”
“No.”
“But successful?”
“Yeah. And hot.”
“Like your mom.”
“Yeah. Really classy. And so hot. Yeah. All the men drool after her.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah… She has really hot sex with Dad.”
“She does, huh…?”
“Yeah, I hear them. It’s really hot. I want that.”
“Hot sex?”
“Yeah, I want. Really hot sex, yeah. With Dad.”
Okaaayyy… this was getting away from me… I could understand having Ava as a role model, and I could definitely understand a horny teen wanting hot sex, but why was this directed towards me of all people? I had to find out more. Keep digging. See if I could get to the root of this… issue.
“Why do you want sex?”
“It’s good.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Feels good, yeah.”
“Have you had sex with another person?”
“Just a little.”
“Mhm?”
“Yeah. With Dad.”
“Mhm… Why do you want to have sex with him?”
“It’s hot… he’s hot… Mom likes it.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you do with your dad?”
“Sucked it. Yeah… Sucked his cock.”
“What did you like?”
“I liked sucking his cock.”
“How did it feel?”
“Hard… and soft… in my mouth. Tasty. Musky taste… I made it cum.”
“How did it make you feel?”
“Tingly. Like I was bad… but good…”
“It made you tingle?”
“Yeah… all tingly inside… Very tingly…”
“And… you’re thinking about doing it again?”
“Yes. Of course. I want to. Want the tingle.”
“What if your dad doesn’t want you to?”
“He does. He likes it. Likes it a lot.”
“He does, huh?”
“Yeah. I made it cum.”
“You like that?”
“Yeah… it’s hot…”
Okay. Redirect time. She was clearly into the whole sex thing because it made her feel good. Nothing out of the ordinary there. I assumed that I could get her to realize that she could experience that feeling with someone else.