I sat on the couch in my living room, staring mindlessly at the television. I didn't care what was on; I just didn't want to have to think. I was angry. I had been angry. For weeks. My wife, Christine, had left me. Or left us, I should say, since she didn't see fit to take Mary, our 19 year old daughter, with her. Twenty years of marriage and this is what I got? A woman that needed to "find herself"? So, she just up and leaves? Couldn't she find herself while I was at work?
I wasn't ready for this. She spent all of our marriage wanting to be the traditional wife. She took care of everything. She even insisted on home schooling Mary because she didn't trust the public school system to educate her properly. I admit that she must have done an excellent job because Mary was now looking at her pick of schools. Christine had never given any kind of indication that she was unhappy and now she just leaves? Now I was stuck with Mary. Who was quickly grating on my nerves. I'd spent much of her life working. Sure, we were close when I was home, but Christine handled almost everything concerning Mary. I got to do the fun father/daughter stuff. Because of that, it was only now that I realized just how clingy she was. Perhaps it was a good thing that she would be headed off to school soon. She needed to learn some independence. Become her own person. That or she could wait until she'd been married for twenty years and go off and find herself too.
I stewed a bit longer, finishing my beer and setting it on the end table. I had intended to get up and change clothes. Go out and do something. Meet some guys from work. Anything was better than sitting in the house. As I sat planning my evening, I heard the garage door open. Mary must be home. She'd gone out to do some grocery shopping since I hadn't done anything since Christine left. I heard her come in from the kitchen and set some bags on the counter.
"Do you need any help?" I yelled to her.
"No, I've got it Daddy. I only picked up a few things."
She walked into the living room from the kitchen and I couldn't help but smile to look up at her. She was at that peak of womanhood. She was small, lithe...graceful. Her blond hair was pulled back from her face and her eyes were twinkling at me. She had a dancer's body, much like her mother had. Mary could have attempted to make a career in ballet if it weren't for the fact that she was so painfully shy.
"You get anything good?" I asked a bit too gruffly.
"Some stuff to make chicken and potatoes. I noticed you hadn't been all that hungry lately."
I nodded. She was right. I was too busy being angry to eat much. I turned back to the television.
"Daddy?"
I looked up. Mary had a look in her eyes.
"You could help me with something." And then I recognized that look. "Could I do that thing? Our secret thing?"
That secret thing. That game we started. She would sit on my lap and discovered that if she pressed herself against my knee in just the right way, she could get off. She'd stopped doing it since her mother left but I guess she needed a release.
I looked at her and I couldn't resist. "Sure, baby. Climb on up." I scooted forward on the couch to give her the best angle and spread my legs. Mary straddled my left leg carefully and stared at the television. Almost hesitantly she began to move, back and forth, pressing down gently on my leg. I immediately felt myself harden. I ran my fingers up and down her back and watched as she closed her eyes and smiled. She quickened her pace and steadied herself with her hands on my knee. I leaned forward and smelled her skin. Her breath was coming in quick gasps now and I knew it wouldn't be long. She must have really been backed up. It wasn't long before a long, low moan came pouring out of her lips. She leaned back against me contentedly. I wrapped my arms around her carefully avoiding her breasts or anything else. Thus far, the game had been completely innocent on my part. As far as Mary knew, it was non-sexual on my end. It was just something she did and then went about her business. Which is what she did exactly at that moment.
"Thank you Daddy. I think I'm going to get up and cook dinner now." With a quick kiss on my cheek, she went back to the kitchen. And I sat there with my cock twitching angrily in my pants. I could see the wet spot on my pants leg. I could smell her juices. I was replaying her orgasm in my mind and my cock continued to grow. It had been weeks since I had had sex.
And what Mary didn't know was that the game wasn't non-sexual on my end. It aroused me. Fuck, it turned me on more than I had ever been turned on in my life. But she was my daughter. So every time she finished, I went and found Christine and fucked her senseless. Every time we played the game, Christine was always there to take care of the raging hard on I had. She was good that way.
But now I didn't have Christine. I didn't have anyone. What I had was a daughter that liked to get herself off and then walk away. I stewed in my anger. I could have taken care of it myself, just jacked off and been done with it. But I couldn't. The unfairness of it all just settled down upon me. Christine had left. She didn't care about my needs, just her own. And here was Mary, only concerned about her needs as well. And I would be damned if I was going to use my hands when I had a perfectly healthy woman at my disposal. A woman who loved for me to get her off, but couldn't be bothered to get me off. It was time for a change. Mary was going to learn the give and take of sex.
I stood up and adjusted myself in my jeans before wandering into the kitchen. Mary stood at the counter peeling potatoes. I let my eyes wander up her body, traveling from her delicate calves, to her perfectly formed bum, and glorying in the sexiness that is a woman's lower back. I came up behind her quickly, resting my hands on her hips and whispered in her ear. "Mary my dear, I think you need to come with me up to my room. I need to show you something."
She turned around, a bit surprised. "Okay Daddy." She quickly washed her hands, dried them on her shorts and then led the way up the stairs. I took a moment to admire the view from behind, reminding myself of what I had decided I deserved to get.
I followed her into my room and shut the door. Not that it was necessary. It wasn't like there was anyone else that lived here who might intrude. But it felt appropriate. "Mary, sit down." I pointed to the bed. She settled herself on the end of the bed as I sat across from her in an armchair. I watched her for a moment. Could I really go through with this?
"Daddy, what did you want to show me?"
I took a deep breath. "Mary, do you like our little game?"
She gave a shy smile. "I do. It feels nice."
