“Your eye is fine, correct?”
This was exactly why she adored him so much! Even with all the madness taking place inside their car, her well-being still took priority to each and every one of his concerns. It was flattering, captivating, and the very reason that she loved him more than life itself.
“My eye is fine,” she smiled. “Be completely honest with me for a minute, Dad. You love me more than Mom, don’t you?”
He looked out the window at the fast-food establishment, visibly uncomfortable. “I love both of you very much.”
“You have to pick one of us.”
“No, I don’t,” he said, turning back to her.
“Mom doesn’t appreciate how lucky she is,” Stacy told her father. “She really doesn’t. Like, I know how good I have it. I understand how fortunate I am to have the greatest dad in the world, but something tells me that Mom doesn’t treat you right.”
Her latest comment caught his attention. “She doesn’t treat me right? What?”
She was prepared to express exactly how she truly felt. “Do you know what I would do if I was Mom? Do you have any idea how I would treat you?”
He wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
“How often does Mom give you blowjobs?”
His eyes bulged.
“It’s a serious question!” she pointed out, raising her voice.
“What in the world has gotten into you?” he asked. “You’re not acting like yourself at all, pumpkin.”
At the moment, she had no desire to be pumpkin. Instead, she wanted to be Dad’s fantasy girl. “Answer the question.”
“I’m not discussing that type of stuff with you.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“Why not?” he questioned, dumbfounded. “Why do you think?”
“Probably because you’re a gentleman. Here’s the deal, though. I want you to let loose for the rest of our date. Forget about the rules of society, all of your responsibilities, and especially Mom.”
He didn’t like the sound of that.
“So, what’s the answer?”
“I already told you that I’m not talking about my sex life,” he huffed while attempting to shift their car into drive. Stacy slapped his hand away and instead turned off the ignition. “Hey!”
“I want an answer,” she demanded with an unusual glare. “Tell me.”
“I’m very happy. So is your mother.”
She snickered.
“We are,” he emphasized. “Besides, it wouldn’t be any of your business even if we weren’t.”
She didn’t agree whatsoever. Dad was absolutely her business. In fact, he wasn’t anyone else’s business other than hers. She adored him more than he would ever understand, so she felt entitled to his time, energy, and most importantly his love.
“You are my business.”
“No, you’re my business,” he corrected her.
“Let me explain what would happen if I was your wife.”
“Pumpkin, I don’t want to–”
“Quiet!” she cut him off. “Just let me talk without interrupting me!”
He decided to bite his tongue and allow her to express herself–as ridiculous as she would undoubtedly sound.
“So, here’s what would happen,” she started with her dream scenario where she called Dad hubby. “Every single day, you would come home to find me waiting for you in a sexy outfit.”
Peter looked out the window and sighed. He struggled to comprehend the abrupt change in their relationship. His daughter wasn’t acting anything like herself.
“I would totally have a different outfit for you each time too! Unless you really liked something. Then I would wear it a few times.”
He had to say something, right? He couldn’t just sit here and listen to this. What kind of man allowed his daughter to speak to him in a sexual manner?
“How hot would that be?” she continued. “Oh my God, how much would you love to come home to me dressed like a schoolgirl? And with my hair in pigtails?”
He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t deny the fact that his cock stirred when he envisioned the perfect blonde angel next to him dressed as a naughty schoolgirl.
“When was the last time that Mom gave you a really good blowjob? I’m not talking about some halfhearted effort either. I mean, one where she gagged on your dick?”
He gulped. Despite his cock stirring yet again, he was disgusted by the thought of his little girl speaking–and primarily behaving–in a sexual fashion with her peers. He simply couldn’t conceal his protective nature.
“Because I wouldn’t give a half-assed effort,” she declared. “Unlike Mom, I would choke on your dick until there was spit everywhere. I would worship your balls. Dad, I would let you cum all over my face if you wanted to!”
He locked eyes with his innocent daughter–or at least that’s how he’d viewed her until their unexpected detour on the way home. “Jesus Christ, I don’t want to hear you talking like this.”
“But it’s the truth!” she proclaimed passionately. “I want to make you feel good! I want to be the girl who you can’t wait to see at the end of your day!”
“You already are that girl.”
“But it’s different,” she said, shaking her head. “I can’t take care of you the way I really want to. I want to wait in my bedroom in sexy outfits. All for you!”
He ran his hand through his hair again, unsure of how to proceed. How could he talk some much-needed sense into his uncharacteristically promiscuous daughter? Why hadn’t he already put an end to her ridiculous behavior?
“Listen, pumpkin, we–”
“You still haven’t answered my question, by the way,” she interrupted. “I want to know how often Mom sucks your dick.”
He would never feel comfortable listening to her speak so aggressively, but her stern look told him that she refused to stop until she received an answer.
“I mean, she does it…sometimes.”
“How often is sometimes?” she inquired bluntly.
Unfortunately, his wife was right. He’d spent the past twenty years wrapped around his daughter’s finger. What was he supposed to do, though? Not treat her differently? She was the most special person in the world!
He took a deep breath and admitted the truth. His fingers were crossed that his reveal would put an end to her madness. “Like, once a month.”
Her jaw dropped.
“I still don’t understand why any of this concerns you.”
“You don’t understand why this concerns me?” she asked, puzzled. “Are you kidding me? This totally concerns me!”
“It really–”
“That’s so unacceptable!” she interjected, furious at her mother. “What the hell is wrong with Mom? You should be getting blowjobs daily!”
“Oh my God, pumpkin, I–”
“No, it’s bullshit, Dad!” she snapped, interrupting him once more. “What does Mom even do? Huh? Exactly! She totally has the greatest situation ever, and it’s like she takes it for granted!”
“I’m perfectly happy with your mother,” he told her.
She didn’t believe him for a minute. How could a man like Dad be content with only one blowjob a month? It was ludicrous! His sex drive most likely resembled guys her own age, and Mom dropped the ball in a major way by not treating him like the incredible husband that he was.
“You want your dick sucked more, don’t you?”
“Stacy, I’m not going to tell you again. Stop talking that way,” he said, putting his foot down.
She needed to make something extremely clear. “You have it all wrong, Dad. You see, I don’t speak or act this way with anyone. I honestly don’t. Some of my girlfriends actually call me a prude when it comes to guys because I don’t hook-up or have a different boyfriend every week.”