My name's Lacey and I'm 19 years old. I just graduated from high school and I have no idea where to go from here.
My parents, John and Melinda, just told me tonight that they're getting a divorce.
Twenty three years of marriage and they now decide they've grown apart. I'm not really sure how I feel about that or if I have any right to feel anything. It's not MY divorce and I'm no longer a little girl. And let's face it, things around here have not exactly been moonlight and roses.
Daddy just started a new job with a law firm and has been working insane hours and Mom, well, let's just say that Mom's noticed and has been very vocal with her anger. She's been on strike, as she calls it, trying to get Daddy's attention, but to no avail. He is usually coming home as she is getting up for the day. Their conversations lately involve nothing more then insults and dirty looks.
So, I guess you'd say, this divorce is not exactly shocking news to me. Besides, I have my own life to live now. But, I knew the days to come would not be easy for any of us.
I'm hoping they can at least be civil to each other. Picking sides is not exactly my strong point.
"What are your plans today, sweetheart," asked John, glancing over his morning newspaper.
"I don't know, Daddy," I answered, pushing my spoon through my soggy cereal, "I guess I could call up some of the girls and go shopping."
"That sounds like fun," he said, "It's summer, you should be out having fun."
"Yeah, I guess," I said, standing up and taking my bowl into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Lacey," said Mom, seeming unusually chipper.
"Ummm, good morning, Mom," I said, giving her a strange look.
"What's that look for, Lace?" she asked, "Is it a crime to greet my lovely daughter?"
"Do what you want, Mom," I snapped, tossing my bowl into the sink and walking past her.
At this point, I was really not in the mood to have friendly conversation with either of my parents. I had no desire to get locked into a heated battle of who loves me more and who can give me the most attention.
"Where are you going?" asked Melinda.
"Upstairs," I answered, "I'm gonna go call some friends and see if they want to go shopping."
Mom just gave me a sort of blank stare and shrugged her shoulders.
As I made my way up the stairs, I could hear Mom and Dad talking about me and about Daddy moving into his own apartment. The whole idea was sickening to me and I did not want to be around it. I immediately ran up the last of the stairs and into my room. This was my safe haven. My own little piece of the world where I did not have to put up with anyone's bullshit. I fell across my bed and grabbed my phone, quickly dialing all my friends I had on speed dial. Minutes later, Daddy knocked on the door.
"Lace? Can I come in?" he asked, gently pushing my bedroom door open.
"Sure, Daddy," I said, just give me a minute to hang up with Angie.
He smiled and nodded his head before coming in and sitting on the edge of my bed.
Minutes later, I concluded my call and hung up the phone.
"What's up, Daddy?" I asked, rolling onto my side and facing him.
"We need to talk, Lace," he said, taking a deep breath and getting more comfortable, "There's a few things you need to know."
"Okay, Daddy, I'm listening," I said, propping my head up on my hand and placing my other hand on my side.
"Your mother and I have decided it's best for me to move out," he said, looking directly into my eyes, "She's gone to her sister's house for the next few hours to give me time to pack my clothes and gather all of my belongings."
"I'm really sorry, Daddy," I said, unsure of exactly what you say in a situation like this.
"Don't be, none of this is your fault, baby," he whispered, running his finger through my fallen bangs, "This happens sometimes."
I don't think I have ever seen my father so sad as he was right now. He looked so defeated and so tired. His eyes were red, obviously from crying. His clothes were wrinkled, which was very uncharacteristic for him. He was always so firm on having his shirts both ironed and tucked in, always very neat looking.
"I wish there was something I could do to help you, Daddy," I said, raising up on my knees and giving him a warm hug.
"I do too, baby," he answered, "But, what's done is done and I can't turn back time."
I just sat there, for a moment, hugging my father tightly, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne. This was a familiar scent to me since early childhood. I remember that being the first impression when he'd come home from work, at night, and I'd run and greet him at the door.
"Whatever she says about me, don't ever hate me, baby," he whispered, gently rubbing my back.
"No, Daddy, I'll never hate you," I promised, hugging him tighter.
It was then that I noticed my father's hands were no longer on my back. They had fallen to my ass and were showing no signs of leaving.
"Daddy? What are you doing?" I asked, pulling back and looking into his eyes.
"Don't tell me no, please, baby, I need this," he whispered.
I wasn't quite sure what it was that he seemed to need so badly, but I did not ask him to remove his hands. I just sat there, holding him and letting him rub my ass.
"Will you do something for Daddy?" he whispered, still firmly rubbing my ass cheeks.
"Sure, Daddy," I whispered in his ear.
"Unbutton your shirt, I've always wanted to see your tits," he said.
At first, I didn't know what to say. I was shocked, but more turned on. I slowly released my hug and sat back on my legs and feet, facing my father. With shaky hands, I slowly began unbuttoning my shirt. I watched him, watching me and my pussy suddenly began getting wet.
He sat back and leaned up against my headboard, watching my every move and occasionally letting out a deep moan.
Finally, all eight of my buttons were released and I slowly slid my blouse off, revealing, to my father, my size D tits.
His eyes widened and a smile took over his face. He was definitely pleased at what he was seeing.
"God, you're gorgeous," he whispered, "Rub your tits for Daddy."
I hesitated, at first, but then obeyed my father's wishes. I reached down and cupped my massive tits, pushing them together until my nipples touched. My pussy was becoming more and more wet and my nipples had now become small pieces of glass.
Daddy continued moaning deeply and reached inside his sweat pants and pulled out his monster dick. I had never seen one so big and so thick in my entire life!! The head was swollen and the cock tip was glossy with pre cum and every vein seemed to be ready to explode from his shaft.
