When I came down from the intense high, I returned to my senses. I swore to myself that after the disaster of Krissy masturbating behind her mother's back a few weeks earlier, I wouldn't make the same mistake again. Regardless of the consequences, I would be honest from here on.
". . . So when she French kissed you, your body spasmed like you'd been hit with a taser and you shot a bucketful of cum down my throat and all over my face and tits," Marie said when I explained it to her. By that time we were lying together in bed with her curled up in my arms.
"Uh huh," I said in a flat tone. I wanted to die.
"Some kiss," she said.
I shut my eyes in agony. "Marie, I'm so sorry. If you want, I'll move out – tomorrow. You can keep the house. Keep everything. I'll turn myself in to the police."
"For what? Kissing an eighteen year old girl? Since when is that illegal?"
"It was wrong."
Marie was quiet for a minute. We lay motionless in the bed. Then she broke the silence: "Honey, have you ever seen the way guys look at Krissy when you and she are together on the street?"
"Sure."
"Well, multiply that by five when an adult male isn't walking next to her. And when she and I are together on a shopping trip, multiply it by five again. I've been having guys drool over me since I was fifteen, and Krissy's exactly the same. I don't expect you to be blind to how beautiful she is."
"If you're trying to tell me how lucky I am to be married to you, don't bother. I already know."
"You idiot. I'm trying to tell you how lucky I am to be married to YOU. If you left us, what would happen? Any man who would be attracted to me would find Krissy pretty as well. So that leaves me with a choice: I could live like a nun and never let another man under this roof. Or I could allow someone into my life who may or may not love my daughter for who she is beyond her blonde hair and big tits. Someone who might or might not be honest with me in a situation like this. You and I can play games about 'Daddy' this and 'Daddy' that, but the fact is, Krissy really does need a male figure in the house."
"I've let things go too far. The wine at night while you're sucking me. The kisses."
"I'm the one who let it go too far. The first time you fucked me in my apartment I screamed like a gameshow contestant opening Door Number One over and over. I never did that for any man before I met you, never became obsessed with cocksucking before I met you, never came when I sucked cock before I met you, never went into a delicious cocksucking trance every night before I met you.
"The day after we first slept together, I should have soundproofed the damn bedroom. Instead, Krissy's listened to me screaming for your cock morning, noon and night for the last three years. Lately I can't even keep it confined to the bedroom any more. In fact, just talking about it. . . ." She reached under the covers and started stroking my cock.
"We should stop using the living room," I said. "And maybe you could be a little quieter in the mornings."
She laughed and kissed my neck while continuing to stroke my shaft up and down. "I don't think I could – and if I did manage to wear a gag while we fuck, Krissy would probably think we were angry at each other. At this point, she's so used to my screaming for your cock every morning that she uses me instead of an alarm clock."
"What are we going to do? What am I going to do the next time she wants to kiss me?"
"You mean other than cum like a jackhammer?" She giggled and sped up her motions below the covers. "God, I'd like to see you cum like a jackhammer right now. Should we invite her to join us?"
"I'm serious, Marie."
"I'm sorry, Danny. Honestly, I don't know what to do. We can't act like robots in our own home whenever she's less than fifty feet away. And dear God, I've really gotten to love sucking you on that nice big couch."
"And the kissing?"
"We'll just have to be careful of boundaries, I guess." She pulled the covers down. "I suppose I should be flattered by all this. Krissy is five foot two, just like me. Her hair is the same shade of blonde that I had at her age, though mine has darkened a little over the years. She wears a 32F bra, while I'm slightly bigger at 34F. We can wear a lot of the same clothes. She even" – and here she bent down and kissed the tip of my cock – "has the same taste in men. Don't worry, sweetheart: I'm not upset that you find her attractive. If you want, feel free to fantasize about her while you fuck me. Can Krissy suck you just a little bit before we go to sleep?"
Partly, I was relieved that at least I had been upfront with Marie. But she had left it vague as to where I should go from here – where I should draw the line, or what lines should be drawn at all.
