Hurricane Alyssa
August 2024
One by one the rumble of gas generators grows into a cacophony as the sun rises. "Fucking Florida," I groan as I give up trying to sleep. Again. The sweat soaked sheets peel off my back as I roll over to retrieve my phone from the nightstand. I grimace rolling back into the wet spot. I'm too old for this shit, I think, invoking Roger Murtaugh. Day five without power after the latest Category Four Hurricane slashed through Florida leaving some death, much destruction and a whole lot of inconvenience behind. Luckily we mostly fell into the former category with minimal damage in our area other than mess and widespread power outages. The drawback of living just outside of the suburbs is we're typically the last to get our power restored. Forcing my eyes to focus, my phone says it's 6:54 am. I see a late night/early morning text from my wife who was out west for work when the storm turned last minute and hit us. Fortunately for her she can work remotely and her previously only merely adequate hotel room was now a miraculous oasis of modern comfort.
Jenteal: "Watching hotel ppv porn like its 2010 lol" - "(a picture of two fingers disappearing between bare, plump pussy lips)" - "(sad face emoji) guess you dozed off" - "hope you sleep better. love you (various love emojis)"
(My wife is in my contacts as 'Jenteal' because she looks a lot like the 90's pornstar, and it's been a long running joke between us.)
I can't help but smile and acknowledge my luck. My wife, Kim, is still as fun, sexy, and naughty as when we met and I was instantly and completely infatuated with her. She loves to tease me with hookup details and naughty pictures when she's on a work trip and normally I'd indulge in a lazy morning jerk off session whenever she's out of town, but the heat is already stifling. I don't need a thermometer to know the low never dipped below the high 80s and the high will be near 100 again today. What people may not realize about post hurricane weather in Florida is the really big storms clear out all other weather for several days. No clouds, no rain, no wind. Just unrelenting heat. And August is the hottest. Fucking Florida.
I reply to my wife, assuming she's now asleep;
Me: "couldn't get any last night? (sad face)" - "what kind of porn did you get off too?" - "your fav a blowbang? (smiley face)"
I chuckle imagining her on her knees sucking a bunch of cocks. Well, not just imagining, she's done it numerous times over the years. Sucking dick has always been her biggest turn on. I take a picture of my fully erect cock, standing proud and send it:
"its too hot to take care of this (sad face)"
The urge to jerk off competes with the obligation of needing to get up and start our generator that's keeping our refrigerators and chest freezer going. Along with the fact that all the windows are wide open allowing for zero privacy. I haven't gotten off in five days, I can't remember the last time I went even half this long. I give my cock a couple of tugs and try to will myself not to start looking at porn on my phone. Especially not Literotica, knowing I'd be lost to the inevitable once I started reading a new hot wife or incest story. About to give in and click the blue 'L' shortcut, I hear the sliding glass doors open loudly. Looking, I see a nude teenage girl walk across the patio and lower herself into the pool with a sigh. I quickly pull the sheet over my middle, one knee in the air to hide my tenting erection. I look at my phone pretending to be distracted.
DING. Jenteal: "haha it was a blowbang" - "sorry I'm not there to take care of that monster for you" - "you could always ask the porn star (tongue out)"
I chuckle at my wife's reference to our 19-year-old daughter, Alyssa. Kim has been referring to her as a porn star since she announced, only halfway through her freshman year, that college wasn't for her and she was dropping out to start an Always Fans. It honestly wasn't much of a surprise to either of us that our daughter would turn to sex work; intelligent but an average student who never enjoyed school, Alyssa had always marched to the beat of her own drummer with little regard for social conventions or structures. And the signs she was at least as highly sexed as her mother had been hard to miss.
We were a little surprised when she said she wanted to move back home in lieu of finding a place of her own, but her reasoning was sound; our house is relatively large with Alyssa's bedroom on the opposite end form ours, and as Kim and I had already previously discussed combining the adjourning unused guest rooms into Alyssa's to make a large 'suite' should she continue living at home long term, this would allow her workspace and generally enough privacy to conduct her business as needed. Also, our large pool and private back yard would allow her more options for photos and filming. So we readily agreed, happy to have our little girl home and safe regardless of her chosen profession.
Me: "wow still up or up early?" - "and dont start lol" - "shes swimming naked again"
"Good morning, Daddy." I hear, and look to see Alyssa's head bobbing in the water, looking back at me through the wide-open windows. "Morning Lemon, sleep okay?" I ask, watching her lazily float onto her back, her nude body glistening in the rising sun.
(Our daughter got the nickname 'Lemon' because when she was a child she loved to suck on lemon wedges. When we went out to eat we'd order iced tea with extra lemons just so she would have the lemons. Weird, right? But it was always her thing, and the name stuck.)
"Off and on, the fan battery ran out, I forgot to charge the spare," she tells me. "How 'bout you?"
"Same. I'll start the generator in a few minutes and charge all the batteries first," I tell her, referencing the tool batteries used to run the portable fans and lights. Besides the two fridges and chest freezer the generator could handle one additional circuit which I was using in the kitchen to alternate between running the microwave, toaster oven, kettle, etc. and charging electronics and batteries.
"I have a couple other things that need to be charged too," Alyssa announces.
"Yeah, the batteries should only take a couple of hours then you can do your phone and ipad," I inform her.
"I mean a couple of things besides just those. I just didn't want you to freak out when you see my toys on the kitchen counter," she giggles.
"Oh, okay," I say casually, hiding my sudden excitement at seeing my daughter's sex toys close up.
So, over the past year, my wife and I have gotten used to the sights and sounds of having a sex worker living with us. Truthfully, it wasn't as awkward or as much of a concession as we had worried. Walking around nearly naked or in sexy outfits, bikinis, or underwear wasn't anything new, Alyssa's always done that, same as her mother. But now the extravagant lingerie, tanning nude multiple days a week, and the moans, groans, and dirty talk escaping her newly enlarged bedroom took some getting used to, but we were all adults and we accepted and adjusted.
Also new was the constant stream of packages; gifts, clothes, toys, and 'equipment,' some of which she needed my assistance setting up, like the 'fuck machine' that came in a thousand pieces. I won't deny a small (okay, not that small) part of me was perversely hoping my daughter would offer a demonstration in return for my labor. I settled for a 'Thanks, Daddy,' and a kiss on the cheek.
I should clarify that 'porn star' is a bit of a stretch to describe what Alyssa does. She's more a nude model as she mostly does 'solo work,' I believe is the correct terminology; she does cam shows and sells candid and custom pictures and videos as well as doing some 'girl/girl' videos with a few friends and fellow models. We know this because we're fortunate to have a very open and trusting relationship with our daughter and she made her intentions clear when informing us of her plans. And she keeps us informed as to when she'll be working, when her friends are coming over, etc... But, also, we subscribe to her page. Yeah, I know. It was my wife's idea, I swear. Though I didn't put up much of a fight (
okay, I happily agreed, secretly grateful Kim suggested it before I did
).
Even before Alyssa chose her current profession, my wife had been very keen to point out that our daughter bears an uncanny resemblance to Aubrey Sinclair, a young porn star from the past decade. Kim would often play an Aubrey Sinclair video, inventing some role-play pretending she was our daughter. And yes, now both my wife and I have gotten off watching our actual daughter. And yeah, I did get to see the fuck machine in action, it's piston mounted dildo ramming in and out of my little girls beautiful gash, just not in person, sadly.
Fortunately, so far, all this has mostly remained compartmentalized and by and large Alyssa keeps her 'work' confined to her end of the house when her mother or I are home and Kim's and my fantasies have remained private, though it was hard to pretend the boundaries hadn't shifted significantly, and seemed to be eroding with time.
DING. Jenteal: "can't sleep" - "you should join her you know you want to"
