My oldest daughter was amazing, but she was a complete nerd. She worked so hard on everything, when she began a task she gained a laser-like focus. She picked up the violin and had made it through to level five within a year. She picked up italian classes and could hold a conversation with our elderly Italian neighbour within six months. She started her engineering degree right out of highschool and now, in year three, she was already getting job offers. She dedicated herself, and she achieved.
So when she decided that she needed to learn how to give blowjobs, my world turned upside down.
It began with a crude joke I made at a christmas party. The whole family was sitting together and my brother made some joke about how his wife had passed an Oral exam in Spanish for her work.
Just like every stupid thing I've ever said it just slipped past my teeth: "Yeah, she can pass the oral exam now, but will she still want to pass it after ten years of marriage?" My brother laughed, his wife blushed and looked away, my wife Kelly punched me in the arm.
My oldest daughter, on the other hand, was quietly taking notes.
After everyone had left, my wife was in the kitchen cleaning up, my younger daughter had gone to her room. I poured myself a glass of scotch and went to the living room. When I came in, Julie was sitting on the couch, typing away at her laptop. She looked up "Hi, Dad."
"Hi baby, what are you up to?"
"I'm looking up how to give good blowjobs," She said. I coughed my whiskey into my nose.
She laughed as I tried to choke the burning liquid out of my sinuses. "Hah, sorry, was that a little too direct?"
I sat down and tried to control the pain, "No, no, just a little unexpected." I composed myself and looked directly at her. "Sorry so why are you reading about this? Why did this come up?"
"Oh it's just that I know that to be a good partner you need to be able to take care of that side of things. You made that joke at dinner and I thought that mom must not be taking care of you."
Julie always was direct, but this was more than unexpected. I stammered out an answer "well, she's... you know it takes a lot... when people are married its... " I trailed off. "No she really doesn't anymore. She used to." I could hear my wife cleaning up the kitchen, she was great, but yes, it had been years since I had gotten her to suck me off. The pain in my nose was gone, I took another sip of scotch and looked aimlessly at the bookshelves behind my daughter.
"Why do you think she stopped?'
"Aw Julie, she never really liked it and only did it to make me happy. After a couple of years of marriage, she didn't really have to keep up the pretense, so she just stopped doing it, and I didn't want to force the issue."
"But you still want them, right?" my daughter asked me, as if she was asking if I wanted a slice of pizza.
I laughed, "Most guys do." Then I looked at her, and the way she was staring at me gave me a chill. This can't possibly be...
I watched her lips move "Well, if you want me to.."
"Sorry, what?"
She sucked in a deep breath and looked away. "Well, look, I was thinking that I wanted to learn how to give head and, well, I need to get good at it and since you like blowjobs and mom wasn't taking care of that part of your sexual relationship," She paused and looked back into my eyes, "I could do that for you."
"Umm Julie, there are so many reasons not to do that. You should find a boy your age and not, uhh, your... father." I was uncertain but I wanted this conversation to end.
"Well, OK. If you're not interested."
"It's not that it's that... i'm your father, Julie."
"So you're going to go through the rest of your life without blowjobs?"
"Not from my daughter, no"
"Okay, if you feel that way." Julie looked back down at her computer and started typing away.
Without saying anything else I stood up and went to the kitchen. Kelly had already finished up and headed to bed. I stood in the dark, sipping my drink, afraid to go back to the living room. I stood there for a while, listening to the fridge hum and my daughter typing on her computer.
When I came to bed, Kelly was already asleep and under the covers. i crawled in behind her. I touched her shoulder. "Honey are you awake?" all I could hear was her breathing deeply.
Damn, I thought. Then it came to me like a vision. I was laying back and my oldest daughter was there in my lap. I pulled out my cock and started stroking. I imagined her licking and kissing the shaft like Kelly used to.
It didn't take long, I came quickly.
...
I couldn't get the thought out of my head. The next day found myself sitting in the office, in incognito mode looking through internet sites for prostitutes offering the best blowjob in town, and I came seriously close. I picked up the phone and dialed a number for a woman named "Shania" who had a great rack and a reasonable price, but... I couldn't. I hung up immediately.
What the hell was I doing? Risking my job and my marriage? Of course you'll get caught, I thought. I closed up the windows and cursed.
On the drive home all I could think was about getting my wife on her knees. I'd explain to her the situation, it was important to our relationship. All the long drive home I had visions of her pleasuring me. I worked myself into a frenzy.
When I got home, it was only bitter disappointment. I had forgotten that she was leaving for the weekend. It was thursday night, I wouldn't see her until Monday. I held her note in my hand like it was a ransom note. I would have crushed it but it had instructions on how to water her plants.
At that moment it was as if the devil himself were controlling events. I heard the door open. It was Julie. He mother wouldn't be home for days. Her little sister was going to be at school for another three hours at least, and might be out later than that.
"Julie, come here"
"Hi Daddy, Just a sec" I heard her taking off her boots, my heart clenched, but i felt that there was only one path I could take.
She came in wearing an oversized pink cardigan, and tights, with her hair pulled back, wearing glasses. "Yeah?"
