"Did Mom give you blowjobs, Daddy?"
"What kind of a question is that, Kelly?" I asked.
"I just wanted to know."
"That's kind of personal, isn't it?"
"You told me I could ask you anything."
"Yeah, I did, but there are limits."
"You told me I could ask you anything, and you would always tell me the truth, about sex or anything else. So...did she?"
"I was thinking more in the line of your sex life, not mine."
"How come it's okay to talk about mine, but not yours?"
"Um, ah..." I didn't have a snappy answer for that one.
"Ha! Gotcha! So? Did she?"
"Well, actually, yes she did."
"Okay. See you later," she said, skipping out the door to join her friends at the mall.
Jesus, what was that all about? Did I just give her tacit permission to go slurp on some kid's joint? She's eighteen, of legal age now, God help me, but there are just some things a father doesn't want to think about. Like her sex life. Or do I?
"So, what did you buy at the mall, Kelly?"
"Oh, just some stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" I was wondering how bad my credit card was going to get hit.
"Some new underwear, nosy. I outgrew all my bras." That means she graduated to a C cup.
"Turn around for a minute. Jesus, there's not much to those shorts; half your ass cheeks are hanging out."
"Do you like my ass?" She did a little wiggle.
"That's not the point."
"Bob Bullock said I've got a great ass."
Point of fact is, she's got a great ass. And great tits. And legs you'd like to have wrapped around your waist. Or your head. And who the fuck is Bob Bullock?
"I'm your father; I'm not supposed to look at your ass."
"But you do."
"I have to, it's connected to your body. I just wish you didn't let so much of it hang out in public."
"A lot more of it hangs out when I wear my bikini."
Holy shit, she just bought a thong bikini, too. I'll have a heart attack when she puts that one on. Or a hard attack.
"You haven't answered my question. Do you like my ass?"
"Yes, Kelly, I like your ass."
"Good night, Daddy."
****
"Did she swallow, Daddy?"
"Did who swallow what?"
"Mom. Did she swallow your cum when she gave you a blow job?"
"Not at first, but later she decided she liked it."
Being evasive doesn't work with Kelly, so I might as well just blurt it out the first time.
"What does cum taste like, Daddy?"
"It's a little musty, kind of salty."
"You've tasted your own cum?"
"Yes. Haven't you tasted your own juice when you masturbate?"
"How do you know I masturbate?"
"I've heard you."
"Oops."
"So, have you tasted yourself?"
"Yes."
"Who do you fantasize about when you masturbate?"
"Oh...Justin Timberlake, Robert Pattinson, and, uh...you, Daddy."
"Me? I'm way to old for you."
Oh, Lord, please don't let her ask me the same question.
"You're thirty-nine, you're buff, and you're a hunk. Julie would really like to fuck you."
Julie Quinn is Kelly's best friend, and I'd like to fuck her, too. But, in the interest of decorum, hands off!
"Who do you fantasize about when you jerk off? And don't say you don't, because I've heard you, too."
"Julia Roberts and Angelina Jolie."
"How about Mom?"
"Mom is a memory, not a fantasy, and yes, I think of her a lot."
"Do I look like her?"
"Yes. You're both 5'7", you have the same blonde hair--only yours is a bit longer--the same blue-green eyes, and the same beautiful face. You're a little bit, uh, curvier than she was."
Karen was svelte; Kelly is built like a brick shithouse.
"Was she your first fuck?"
"Yes. We were each other's first. And only, until the day she died."
"How many women have you fucked since then? And don't say none, because I heard you. That Brenda was a real screamer."
"Three."
"Only three women in ten years. Don't you get horny?"
"Yes."
"Do you ever fantasize about me when you jerk off?"
Shit. Trapped.
"You're my daughter."
"And you're my father, and I fantasize about you. Do you fantsize about me?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Bye, Daddy, I'm going over to Julie's."
*****
"Kelly?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Do you shave your pussy?"
"Yes, Daddy."
*****
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Kelly?"
"Did you and Mom kiss on your first date?"
"No."
"On your second date?"
"I kissed her goodnight at her front door."
"When did your first seriously make out?"
"After our third date; we went parking by the lake."
"Can you show me where that was? Can you take me there?"
"We parked right here, under the trees."
"Was she sitting close to you, like this?"
"Yes."
"Was her head on your shoulder, like this?"
"Yes."
"Who kissed who first?"
"I think we both did it at the same time."
"Lean down so I can reach your mouth, Daddy."
It was not a daughterly kiss. The one I returned was not a fatherly kiss. I'm standing in deep shit.
"Tongues?"
"Yes."
"Open your mouth a little more, Daddy, so there's room for my tongue."
"Mmmmphh."
"Oh, Daddy, you're such a good kisser; I love sucking on your tongue."
"Mmmmm--mmmphhh."
"Did you feel her up?"
"Uh, I rubbed her breast a little bit."
"Bare tit?"
"No skin; over her sweater."
"Show me. Feel my boob like you did hers."
"Hmm. I hope your technique got better."
"It did."
"Did she touch you?"
"She felt my erection through my pants."
"Like this?"
"Uhhh, yeah, like that."
"Wow, it feels really big, Daddy."
"Have you felt many cocks?"
"Nope, this is the first one...um, can I...."
"Well, that's as far as we got that night, so let's go home."
I started the car and peeled out of the parking spot as fast as I could. The shit was getting deeper.
*****
"Can I show you my new bra, Daddy?"
"Sure."
"Jesus, Kelly, where's the rest of it?"
I thought she'd just hold it up to show me; I didn't know she was going to be wearing it. A half bra. Black lace. It barely covered her nipples. Gaaaah.
"I love the way it lifts them up, and brings them together. Don't you love the great cleavage?"
Gaaaah!
"When did you first feel Mom's bare tits, Daddy?"
"After our third date."
"Was it in your car?"
"No, it was in her bedroom. Her parents were out."
"What was she wearing?"
"A white blouse."
"Daaady."
"Where are you, Kelly?"
"In my room. Come here for a minute."
"Is this the kind of blouse Mom was wearing?"
"Hers wasn't quite so tight."
"Did you unbutton it, or did she?"
"I did."
"Your hands are shaking, Daddy."
"We shouldn't be doing this, Kelly."
"Yeah, I know. That makes it even more exciting."
Hail Mary, full of grace...I couldn't remember the rest of it, but maybe if I got absolution before the act...? And I'm not even Catholic.
"Did she take her blouse off?"