You mother called me frantic with complaints that you have been uncontrollable since turning 18. Your anger coming out in how you dress and even talking back with curses being used freely. The seven years since we divorced have been tough. The split not fun and feeling that she turned you against me still hurting. The courts siding with your mother and you played your part. I knew I lost you when you told all of them that I was never home... not a real dad at all and you loved your "mommy so, much". The little girl eyes watering up with tears making the final tip over to her irreversible.
Its early in the morning. I am sitting in the family room of my former house more focused on what has changed since I left. Since custody was 100% with mom and I just mail checks. I figured it was a good trade off. Pay some cash once a month and just be away from the hell of a bad marriage and a brain washed kid.
I almost don't even notice you sitting there as your mother rips into a tirade of how you have changed, how you have blocked any chance of her being happy. Her boyfriends come over and they are more interested at you than her. She calls you a slut for parading around the house half dressed. Not caring who looks at you. Your answers are short and mean. Proud of what you look like, proud of the attention.
"I can't help they look... I have to stay locked up while you get some loving. If you want I can give you some tips on how to keep a man."
Your dig hurting her but true in many ways. Her relationship skills have always been to manipulate and boss others while you have learned to get what you want by giving a little. By submitted when you need to for the long term.
Mom turns and her eyes look at me, try to engage me into the fight but I sit there passively. Just now noticing you in your v-neck white T-shirt. Seeing no bra underneath and cleavage showing from a very intentionally stretched collar.
Mom doesn't hold back and screams "Tell her that she needs to mature and be my partner in this house!"
I shrug. "Can't you just listen to your mom... just cover up some. Whats the big deal?"
Your reply hard, fast and calm. "Fuck her and fuck you."
My eyes focus in and my body heats up from the blood racing through me as it registers that you care even less about me than ever before. Your body language indifferent. Legs exposed in shorts and knees wide. Almost laying on the sofa. Your hair a little wild from sleeping and your eyes big with full lips staying a little apart. A rehearsed look that has gotten you dinner, better grades and a little spending cash from mom's boyfriends.
All with them thinking they had a chance to fuck you pinned against a wall for hours. To hear you moan to get fucked harder and harder. The dirty image planted by you and left to grow into a dream that few could resist to think about. Even catching your mom's last boyfriend stroking off upstairs after a very rough teasing session. You worked your magic stretching on the sofa and chest pushing up and out. Your little teasing words of asking if he would like to be called daddy sometimes. It was the last straw for your Mom. Seeing him run out stammering.. nervous and shamed into admitting that he may have just wanted you over mom.
My eyes start to roll over you a little as you stretch in boredom. Taking in your curves and seeing how you like to tease. The cause of all these problems and what has made my Saturday morning a revisit to a past life that I was happy to be rid of.
With a sigh I finally speak "You share this house. just learn to live with each other. And, actually I need to go. I don't know if I can even help the two of you at all to be honest. Seems like a cat fight is all."
I stand and with one last glance at you almost on your back I turn to leave quickly. The growing bulge almost giving away how my body reacted to seeing you on your back and wondering in the back of my mind if you did just tease or if you had followed through.
You grin and seem to rest on your elbow as if inviting me next to you. "Just leave like you always do. You left me with this crazy bitch. Why change now? A good fuck you to you too!"
I stop in my tracks. "You picked her over me and you two are perfect together. And a fuck you to you as well."
You sit up bolt straight. Not wanting to lose and playing your only card. "You want to fuck me too... don't you? That's why you are leaving. You are like all the rest. Can't keep it in your pants and just a pervert."
