This is a sweet and silly little one-shot.
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My daughter's mom had her when I was thirteen.
Theresa was fifteen and Catholic, and she flipped out and ran off, leaving baby Mary with me and my parents.
I was young, but I always loved Mary fiercely.
I worked hard to make a good life for her. It didn't hurt that my dad is a dentist too. It helped pave the way.
Now that Mary's eighteen, we're pretty well off.
She has long, red hair like her mom had. Her eyes are grey, like mine.
We're still very close.
I have a grown daughter at thirty-one.
We spend our weekends together, the best of friends.
Mary especially likes going to street fairs together. She hangs on my arm lovingly and we're often mistaken for a couple. I have black hair, so it's not obvious we're related.
Today is another street fair and Mary excitedly leads me between the crowded booths. She really loves the tables with interesting people. She spots a woman with long, curly, black hair, leaning over a table with crystals and vials.
Tarot cards are spread before her and she watches people pass.
"Ooh," Mary says, "Come on, daddy, let's get a reading!"
I chuckle and let her pull me along.
The woman perks up as we approach. Her deft fingers shuffle the tarot cards. "Welcome," she intones. "I am Mother Raya. Have you come to search the future?"
"Yes!" Mary says with a giggle. Neither of us put much store in fortune telling, but she still thinks it's fun.
Mother Raya does some fancy shuffling and hands the deck to Mary. "Cut the deck and turn the top card."
Mary does so.
We stare down at the card. It doesn't look like any tarot card I've ever seen before. It has none of the symbols, but there's a picture of a fierce, red dragon.
"You hold yourself in," Mother Raya murmurs. "Inside you is a desire so carnal, you do not even allow yourself to recognize it."
I make a nervous noise. I don't want to hear about my daughter's carnal desires.
Mother Raya takes the deck. "And now for your lover." She passes me the cards.
Mary and I chuckle. As I said, we get mistaken for a couple all the time.
"Cut and turn," Mother Raya demands.
I do as she says. I reveal a card with a picture of a maze.
"You are a strong man and have traveled far, yet you cannot continue to sacrifice forever."
She retrieves the deck and lays one card beside each of ours. Mary gets a yellow, ten-pointed star. "In the very near future, you will emerge from your shell." She deals me a card that is pure black. No picture, just black. I frown at her. "You must take for yourself, or you will destroy all you hold dear."
Confused and annoyed, I toss a twenty on the table. "Thanks," I mutter. I grab Mary's arm.
"Allow me to bestow a small gift that will help you on your journey." Mother Raya hands a small vial to me and one to Mary. "To your health and happiness."
I frown at her before pulling Mary away.
My daughter immediately opens her vial and sniffs it. "Oooh. Smells like cherries." Before I can protest, she downs the contents.
"Jesus, Mary!"
"What? It's really delicious, dad!"
"You don't know what's in that!"
She shrugs. "I'm fine. You have to try it. It's so good!"
As we near our car, I sniff the contents of my vial. "Smells more like amaretto. Jesus, that woman gave an eighteen-year-old alcohol."
"Oh, just drink it, you stick-in-the-mud."
I send a smirk at my daughter and drink the vial.
It doesn't taste like amaretto. It does taste great, though. It's warm and thick and tingly.
The tingles spread down my throat and chest and work their way into my belly. I grunt because it feels good. It feels really good.
Mary is humming as she pulls open the passenger door of our car.
The delicious taste of the liquid remains on my tongue and the tingles continue to spread as I drive us home.
Mary keeps humming, wrapping strands of her red hair around her fingers. "What did she mean? You must take for yourself? What did Mother Raya mean by that, daddy?"
I frown. "Who knows? She's a coot. They all are."
"I know... But I'm just curious." Mary nibbles on her lip and her hand rubs over her flat belly. "I wouldn't mind having some more of that drink, though."
I grunt in agreement. I don't feel drunk, but I do feel so good. I feel like slipping into bed and relaxing. Suddenly, I know exactly what I want. I want to get home, lock my door, get into bed and masturbate. Yes. The tingles have spread to my cock and it feels great. My buddy's getting hard in my jeans.
Mary rubs her sternum, still humming.
We pull up to our white rancher and we both rush inside.
"I'm gonna take a bath!" Mary announces excitedly.
I've never known her to be excited about bathing before.
Then it hits me. She must be horny too! That psychic lady must have given us an aphrodisiac or something. I tsk at the thought. So much for a psychic that can't divine the relationship between a father and daughter.
