Mother convinces daughter to help out with her father
This is a work of fantasy, don’t try this at home, it won’t work out. All characters in this story are over 18.
“Your father…” Miki took a deep breath and dove in, “has a very…” she hesitated for a moment, looking at the table “very high sex drive.” When she finished, she looked at her daughter’s face to get a sense of what she thought about what she had just said. That face was suddenly confused and a little grossed out.
The two women sat on stools in their kitchen with a wide countertop between them. The table was empty except for a bottle of white wine and two glasses.
“Jesus, mom.” Kelly looked away from her mother. “This is what you wanted to talk about? Why are you telling me this?”
“Just listen to me, this is important.” She poured herself a second glass of wine, her daughter was still working on her first. “This was something I knew when we first met, your father had a bit of a reputation. Not as a player, but as a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid of going and getting it. He was, and still is, very straightforward.”
“What he wanted? You mean to sleep with a lot of women? Doesn’t every guy?” Kelly is continued. She hoped this wasn’t going to be a lecture about avoiding college guys.
“Well, yes, but with your father it’s a little different. He was very honest about it but he’s also very handsome, and in a lot of ways most women… are okay with it.” Miki reflected for a moment, feeling at a loss on howto explain the effect that her husband Todd had on women. “We met in class in the university, and we fell in love immediately. Our sex life…”
“Mom!” Kelly said, shocked and concerned.
Miki had known this was going to be a hard conversation. She continued “…our sex life was intense immediately after we met. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me and I was comfortable with that.” I paused and took another small sip, “At first,”
Kelly put her hands over her face “Jesus Christ, Mom.”
“Look when you meet the right man, you’ll understand. The issue is that his needs have always … outstripped mine. And I’ve had to rely on others to keep him satisfied.” Miki watched her daughter’s expression carefully for her reaction.
Kelly’s face relaxed in understanding, she turned to her glass of wine, swished it around the glass and sipped it again. Miki could tell her mouth was dry. Kelly mulled over the thought. “You’re saying that you two have an open relationship. That makes sense.”
“Well, I guess you could say that HE has an open relationship, but sex and a relationship are two different things. Your father, while he has sex with other women, is deeply committed to me, and to this family.”
“Okay, okay…” Kelly’s eyes were wide, but she was accepting the new information. “So you wanted to tell me about this in case I would find out.” She put her hands out in front of her. “I’m glad you told me.”
“Well, that’s the first part…” Miki saw her daughter’s posture change again. She sat up a bit straighter and raised an eyebrow “I need your help.”
Kelly turned to look her mother dead in the eye. “Wait, what are you asking me to do?”
“I want to start by saying that your father and I are paying for your university and nothing is going to change when it comes to that, we will always help you cover essentials but…” Miki opened her hands to emphasize the point, “maybe you want…more.”
Kelly squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, “Mom, just tell me what you’re asking me to do.”
Miki tried to seem enthusiastic. “Think of it like extra chores, but for doing these extras you get…” she paused for emphasis “more than you would normally receive. You could call it your allowance.”
Kelly watched her mother as the both of them took a drink of their wine. “Okay Mom, your reluctance to actually tell me what it is that you want me to do is pretty telling. I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that you want me to get my friends to sleep with dad, in which case I can tell you that I don’t really have friends like that.” She paused to think about it; she absolutely did have friends like that, and her mother probably knew it. Undeterred, her mother picked up a pen and a scrap of paper from the table, Kelly continued “well, I do have one or two friends like that, but I don’t think that I could…”