Lydia was very glad that May was over. With her mother gone, Mother's Day had been a lot harder than she'd expected. That fucking tumor had killed Diane Washburn and devastated Lydia's entire life.
Her friend Amber had tried to get Lydia to look on the bright side. At least she was an adult now, Amber had said. This would have been so much worse had it happened when she was still a child. True words, doubtless, but Lydia had barely spoken to Amber since those less-than-comforting words had been spoken.
But now it was June. Father's Day was coming up. Her Dad was probably going to feel his wife's absence most strongly this month. June had been their sex month.
Lydia had been close to her mother, and they'd shared much more than was typical for mothers and daughters. Her Mom had confessed to her that she had never been a very sexual person. Once Lydia had been born, Diane figured she'd done her duty. For the past nineteen years, Diane had made herself available to her husband during the month of June, and on his birthday, but otherwise insisted on living celibate.
Diane had given her husband all the freedom he wanted to pursue affairs if he wanted, but she had never known if he'd done so. But Lydia knew that her parents had loved each other. And with that special closeness gone from June, this was likely to be a hard month for him. Lydia had blushed to hear her mother talk about how enthusiastically Morgan Washburn had exercised his June rights.
It was only June first, and she'd already caught a lost and hopeless look in her father's eyes. Lydia was desperately worried about him. People often died soon after their spouses. If that was to happen to her Dad, it would be this month. There might be a solution, if Lydia had the courage to embrace it.
"Dad!" she called out, entering the house. She found him in the living room, sleeping in his chair. Lydia suspected he hadn't been to bed last night. Probably couldn't face the empty blankets.
Lydia went to the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice. Her Dad suffered from drymouth when he woke in the mornings and he hadn't been eating well recently. The liquid and vitamin boost would do him good. She grabbed a granola bar and headed into the living room.
"Hey, Dad, wake up!"
"Lydia? Why are you here so early? What time is it?"
"It's 5 am. I was worried about you."
He shook his head. "It is not your place to worry about me. It's my job to worry about you."
"Not how it works, Dad. When the children grow up, they start to have more responsibility in the family. As the parents grow older, they have less."
"You're not that grown-up. And I'm not that old."
"Just drink the juice, Dad. It's too early for philosophy."
He took the glass from her and drank down half of it. Lydia put the granola bar down on the table next to his chair. She took a deep breath, and took the plunge. "Dad, I want to talk to you about something. Something serious."
"All right. Go for it. What's up? Is everything okay?"
"No. My boyfriend broke up with me."
"I didn't know you were seeing anyone. You don't talk to me about those things."
Lydia shook her head. "To be honest, I don't really want a boyfriend. But I miss the sex."
"Damn, Lydia. You shouldn't be talking to me about that. I don't want to know them."
"Let's be honest, Dad. You're only saying that because you think you're supposed to say that. You're not that conventional and neither am I."
"I'm saying that because I'm supposed to think that. It seems wrong to be unconventional."
"Do you really believe that?" Lydia asked.
He laughed. "No. That's where it all falls apart. I will never be the person I expect myself to be, and I don't really want to be that person anyway."
Lydia nodded and grinned. "So, let me say again that I miss the sex. And I'm certain that you miss the sex as well. I know what June used to mean to you and Mom. So, I want to ask you, in all seriousness, can I give you a blowjob?"
This time, he was truly shocked, too much to even say anything. So Lydia pressed her advantage. "I know you need one. And I really miss the feel of a hard cock in my mouth. It's been too long for both of us."
"Lydia," he started to say, but she reached into his lap and stroked him through his pants, silencing his protests.
He didn't resist as she unbuttoned his jeans and drew down his zipper. "Please, Dad,
