Man, I was beginning to feel like I wasn’t the boss in the relationship anymore. My daughter had just fucked me. Right next to my wife, despite my protests. At the end, she had given me permission to cum – that’s how she had worded it. It seemed like she was determined to just do what she wanted whenever she wanted, whether I thought it was a good idea or not. Because she turned me on so much, I was unable to resist her. She was the one deciding things.
The following week was pretty much all work. I had lots of appointments, Ava was back in the air and Alisha had several big school projects coming up. For days, my mind was preoccupied with everyday issues and not really focused on anything sexual at all. Because Ali didn’t mention anything either, it was as if life returned to normal for a while. She behaved like a normal eighteen year old girl, treating me like any girl treats her father. Anything we said to each other was just about practical things.
Then she changed it around again, like it was nothing.
“Mom’s away this weekend, right?” she asked while I was going over some papers from the city council.
“Yeah. She’s staying over in L.A., so…”
“Okay. So can we do it again?”
“Do… what?”
My mind was on other things, so when she asked me this, I was genuinely clueless.
“Sex, dummy! Can we have sex?”
My ears went hot with embarrassment and I instinctively looked around to see if anybody might have heard her, even though I knew that Ava was out shopping.
“Uuuh… I mean…”
“It was so good last time, so I want a more. I’ve just been so busy with this thing. But I want it soon. Okay? Good.”
She left. Again, very abruptly. She just said those things as if they were the most natural things in the world, then she was off. Like her mother would do. With our busy lives, we would plan like that sometimes. I suppose I should have been happy she hadn’t jumped me right there. Ava probably wouldn’t have responded well to coming home from Walmart to see her daughter riding her father’s cock.
I laughed at the absurdity of the idea. Shit, how did we even get to this point? I had never really found that out, had I… Maybe I should do another therapy session with Alisha and figure out where these ideas had all come from. Some ideas for questions started popping into my head and I wrote them down so I could use them later. I also got some ideas for other things…
That Friday, I felt more and more anxious as the time drew near. Sex with Alisha, that’s what was coming, I realized that now. She had said that she wanted it, so I knew she was going to make it happen. I also realized that I wasn’t going to stop her. It was too tempting. Even though it felt wrong to indulge these urges, I felt powerless to stop it from happening.
I made us dinner as usual. Ava packed her overnight bag – a small, black suitcase on wheels, the perfect size for short sleepovers. Part of me wished she wasn’t going. It’s that feeling you get when you’re approaching the top of the roller coaster. My heart beat faster as I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that the hour of my wife’s departure was approaching.