Apart from his bulge rubbing it against my ass sometimes and him touching the base of my boobs with his thumb occasionally. I was ready to ignore that to relive my childhood again.
One day, we were sitting like that – me on his lap, and I was talking to mom. I suddenly felt a kiss on my cheek and a squeeze on my left breast. I quickly turned to look, and it was my dad. It was not a mistake. Not because he still had my boobs in his hand.
It seemed like he wouldn’t remove it anytime soon. So I pushed him, got up and ran towards my bedroom. I never knew this could happen. I wasn’t ready for this. I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t sure if mom had seen it, so I decided to go and talk to her.
I entered her room, and she was sitting on a chair and reading a book. She had grown old. She was now in her late 40s. I sat next to her, and she looked at me.
Me: Mom, I want to talk to you.
Mom: Is it about what happened earlier?
Me: So, did you see it?
Mom: Yes.
Me: So why didn’t you say anything to dad? It was so wrong! I’m his daughter! How could he touch me like that?
Mom kept the book aside and hugged me to calm me down.
Mom: I know, beta, that it may be wrong from your perspective, but…
I interrupted her before she could finish: From my perspective? What mom? Do you think it’s right from any perspective?
She sighed and held my hand. “I want you to calm down and listen to me just once. And I want you to think about what I say, keeping the morality and other biases aside.”
I couldn’t believe what she said, but I knew she always wanted my best. She was wise, and it’s a trait dad liked the most about her – well, apart from that, she was pretty in her days. “Okay. Tell me.” I sighed.
Mom: Now I know we all have grown up listening to stuff and taboos that no one talks about. From a moral point of view, what your father did was wrong. But what are moralities? In my opinion, it’s just a social construct to keep people in check.
Mom: Now I have stopped believing in taboos that do not harm anyone but are just against the moral code. Theft and robbery harm others, so they should be discouraged. But having sex in your family doesn’t harm anyone. Does it? Hell, no one even has to know what you’ve been doing in your own family.
I was a bit shocked by hearing this. Although it was all against what I’ve always learned, it sounded logical in some ways. Two people having consensual sex doesn’t harm other people. No matter if they are husband and wife or father and daughter.
Oops. Why did I only think about father and daughter? Even mom and son and sister and brother can have sex. I gave her a nod realising what she meant to say.
Me: But I think it has to do with some biological reasons? Like when close relatives have sex, their baby has some genetic defects.
Mom: Yes. Exactly that. That’s why it was discouraged, but it doesn’t matter since we have many contraceptive options. People can always use a condom.
Me: But mom, why did he do it?
She smiled and looked at my body and then at my breasts. “You’ve grown up so much, darling. You look so hot and sexy that anyone wants to date and touch you.”
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