My mom had become a "cold fish" I believe the term is. She didn't give daddy sex anymore and he had tried to find it outside of home. When he contracted a STD though, he quit having outside flings. Unfortunately, his anger would flare more and I knew it was from his frustrations. I felt sorry for daddy and since I was eighteen, I decided that maybe I could help.
I knew that daddy had a vasectomy after I was born because the doctor told him that if mom got pregnant again, it would kill her. He has a very strong sex drive and I knew of his stash of sex magazines he used to jerk off with. Even I knew it wasn't the same as having a sex with a woman.
Lately, I've noticed daddy looking at my body more and more. Sometimes he enters my bedroom without knocking while I'm dressing and then acts like it's the most normal thing in the world. One day he just walked into the bathroom while I was stripping for my shower even though had I told him that I was going to take a shower.
Mom decided to go home to visit her parents, but daddy couldn't take time off from work and I was in school. It meant a week without mom and my opportunity to talk with daddy. The day after mom left, daddy came home in a grumpy mood.
"What's wrong daddy?" I asked.
Daddy gave a huge sigh, "Nothing baby girl." It was always his response.
"Daddy, can we talk for a little bit?" I asked.
"After dinner baby girl, daddy needs to take a shower," he said.
"Ok daddy. I'll have it fixed soon," and I went into the kitchen and started to prepare dinner. I could hear the shower running for a long time before the water finally shut off.
Soon we sat down and ate dinner. Daddy had a few drinks with his meal and seemed to be in a better mood.
"So what did you want to talk about baby girl?" he asked.
"Well daddy, I want to talk about sex," I stated as calmly as I could.
"Don't you think you should talk with mom about that?" he asked.
"No daddy. She's not like us," I said.