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Eva Comes Clean
I laid back against the pillows as Eva climbed on the bed and sat cross legged next to me. She sighed heavily, then began, "Here goes nothin'... I don't really know where to start."
"Look, Eva... the fact that mom gave you a dildo to practice deep throating with... or even the fact that she taught you how to do it... is not the whole thing that is going on. I have been seeing things that have been out of the ordinary since you came back home. You can tell me about your mom and the dildo first, if you want, but I know there is more." She nodded as she listen to my speech. "I'm not mad, honey. I'm just confused and I think it's time we cleared the air, alright? Come here, baby girl, and talk to me." I opened my arms and she crawled in.
"Okay... the dildo was 'you', daddy... mom had a duplicate made of the dildo she had... the one you made a plaster cast of for her back after you met... remember?" I did... Ava told me she wanted it so that she could put 'me' inside her anytime she wanted. It was a take-off of the old 'plaster caster' fad from the late sixties. To hear her talk about it, I believe she used it all the time. Ava had a huge sex drive. I don't want to call her a nympho, but she did live for sex and me.
"Yes, I do... she loved that thing," I admitted.
"And, I loved mine a lot. Mom and I used to talk about sex and boys all the time. She taught me so much... and so did you, daddy... but, I couldn't ask you about a lot of stuff like blow jobs and so on." When she fidgeted a bit, I probed for more.
"What is it, Eva?... something bothering you?"
"I'm not quite sure how to say this... but all those years as I was growing up, and mom was teaching me about boys and sex... especially the last couple of years before she died... I... I..." She had a very pensive look on her face when she rose to look at me, "I had the feeling she was preparing me to be with you... not as a daughter... but as a lover."
"What makes you think that, honey?" I was really in the dark at this point.
She started using her hands a lot as if gesturing would help her sort things out. "Every time I wanted to know something about sex, it was always you that she talked about. You liked this or that... she would do this or that to you to make you hot or happy. Look, I know how much you loved each other... how obsessed she was with you... and you were the center of her world... I got that. I guess it all started to sink in when mom caught me watching you two fucking."
"She what?... she never told me about that." I was dumbfounded.
"She saw me peeking through the closet door, then confronted me about it the next day. It was quite the conversation and I will never forget it. She wasn't mad at me at all. She was more interested in how long I had been doing it... what I had seen... what my feelings were and what I did to myself during and afterwards. I pretty much told her everything.
"You were working on a property that you had to get done because they needed to move in the next day, so she knew you wouldn't be home until late. She disappeared for a few minutes and when she came back, she had a DVD with her. Now I know where she went to get it!" She chuckled before continuing, "We sat on the sofa in the family room as I watched a video of just you and her together. She said you had made it as an anniversary present for her. It had to be one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
"You were making love so passionately and tenderly it was hypnotizing. All the positions and locations... tables, chairs, the floor... it was like watching a Kama Sutra show. I could see why you two were so much in love... you were made to be." She had to pause, her face covered with tear tracks. Sliding off the bed, she went to the bathroom, returning refreshed in a minute. When she came beside me this time she was like her younger self, pressing into my chest with her arms wrapping around me tight. "I really miss mom right now."
"I do too, sweetheart... I do, too." I agreed.