I fried up some bacon and eggs for breakfast, then I found a note on the kitchen table.
“Loved the quick round last night – thanks, Tiger. XX 🙂 “
Yeah, I loved it too. Even though I’d have loved it even more if we could have kept going all night, like we used to when we were wild teens, I knew she didn’t really have time for long, drawn-out escapades anymore. Maybe once in a while when she had a few days off, but when she needed to go to work the next day, she just wanted me to finish her off quickly. The most important thing was that I didn’t just think about myself. I always made sure to give her an orgasm too. I knew she appreciated that.
Alisha did eventually show up, just as I was pouring myself some coffee. As soon as I heard her trotting down the stairs, I immediately picked up another cup from the shelf, because I knew she was about to swipe mine. Sure enough, before I had even turned around, it was gone. Ali proceeded to dump its contents in a tall glass and mix it with milk for her own home-made version of a latte. Then she made herself a bowl of Cheerios and sat down at the other side of the table.
It didn’t take long, however, before she went from normal breakfast-eating teen to the new, ‘direct and confident’ type.
“You fucked Mom last night, right?” she asked while shoving cereal into her mouth.
“Yeah.”
I retorted without thinking. It took me a second to realize how quick – almost dismissive – my reply had been. The tone of my voice was like I meant: “Yeah, so? What business is that of yours?” I didn’t mean it that way, not really, but Alisha continued her inquiry, undeterred.
“Yeah, I heard. You were pretty loud. Like a freakin’ porn film. It sounded like you had fun.”
“Mh…”
“Good. Mom is really hot, you should do her whenever she’s home.”
“Hrmh…”
I was going to comment on my daughter’s more-than-direct language, but she stood up and left the table just as I had my mouth full. As she cleared away her dishes, she just kept going as if this conversation was the most natural in the world:
“Did you eat her out? Gotta take care of your woman, you know… Fill her needs. Make sure you give her pleasure.”
She didn’t even wait for my response – she just kept talking while she walked away. Her sentence trailed off during something about orgasms and pleasure, I didn’t catch all of it. But okay, she was focusing on my relationship with her mother now – not on what had happened between me and herself. That was something. Maybe my redirection strategy was working? If only just a little bit?
As she left the house, I hoped that our latest session had made some progress at least. If I kept seeding the idea that going on a date with someone she liked could lead to something good, maybe it would happen eventually. And then, maybe, Alisha would turn her hormonal attentions towards someone other than her father. I didn’t mind that she became more outspoken and direct – that was fine. That was a sign of confidence.
I didn’t have work this weekend, so I just spent the day at home, at the gym and in the garage, filling my day with whatever I found entertaining. It felt good, being alone with my thoughts and not to have to consider anybody else’s plans. Come dinner time, though, Ali returned and immediately changed all that.