Carrie woke to sunlight streaming into the room. She stretched out her arm in search of Mike, but he wasn't there. She was alone in bed. The covers on his side had been disturbed, but the bed was cold. She frowned. It wasn't like him to get up early, at least not without waking her.
Thinking he was down making coffee, she threw on a robe and opened the door. There was no coffee smell. She headed downstairs, but the house was quiet. She checked the kitchen, his den, and the family room. Nothing. Then it occurred to her where to check. He wouldn't have. Would he?
She looked up the stairs, deep in thought. No, he wouldn't have. Still, she slowly mounted the stairs, returning to the upper floor. Pausing at Allie's door, she listened. Silence. A sense of dread began to seep into her mind, but she waved it away.
She gripped the door handle and turned it carefully, being as silent as possible. She swallowed nervously, and cracked the door open an inch or so. Allie lay in bed, sprawled out as she often was after a night's sleep. Her expensive prom dress was bundled in a heap on her chair, but other than that, she was alone. There was no evidence that she hadn't been all night.
Carrie shut the door carefully, chiding herself for being paranoid. The way those two had been carrying on, she had half expected Allie to 'help him out' herself, if Mike would let her, that is. Would he? Would she?
That still left the question though, where was Mike?
Back downstairs, she had another look around and discovered that a pair of his runners was missing. An early morning jog perhaps. She chuckled. Should have thought of that first, she chided herself.
She made a pot of coffee and sat to wait for either Mike to get home, or Allie to come down.
* * * * *
Mike breathed deeply, the cool morning air filling his lungs. The jog had been satisfying. It was odd, being up before sunrise, but sleep wasn't an option. His shower fantasy was bad enough. Back in bed, his dreams got more and more intense, as his subconscious pushed him and dream-Allie together. Finally, he slowed and sat down on a park bench. The sun was coming up, casting shadows on the nearby bushes and trees. Wildflowers grew not far away, open to accept the sun's life-giving rays as it made its appearance.
He sat back, staring at the flowers. He tried to make sense of what he was feeling. What he should be feeling, and what he shouldn't. Hunching over, he leaned his elbows on his knees, rubbing his face with his hands.
Allie seemed determined to push against any boundaries he set up, successfully tearing down one boundary after another. Of course, he was a willing participant in that, and he was the one ultimately responsible for what had happened so far, he admitted to himself. He had very nearly crossed a line that he shouldn't have. He shuddered at the thought.
Allie wouldn't have objected, mind you. She seemed eager to have him go further and further. On the other hand, was it so bad, really? They were all adults. If he wanted it, and she wanted it, and even Carrie seemed all for it, why was he holding back? He knew why, of course, but the obvious reason was becoming less and less convincing. He was starting to see Allie as more than a daughter. More than a sexy young woman that made his cock hard. He was beginning to look at her as a potential lover.
That was it. He sighed. His mind made up, he stood and knelt by the wildflowers. He picked a bunch, forming a bouquet. As he began his walk back home, he pondered what he was going to say to Carrie. How do you tell your wife that you want to be more intimate with her daughter?
How much more intimate? They both very nearly pleasured each other with their hands. Intercourse would be an inevitable destination, but he wasn't ready to go that far yet. His vasectomy pretty much guaranteed there would be no accidents, but still. Why shouldn't they make each other happy in other ways though?
Back home, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell of morning coffee. He found Carrie sitting at the kitchen table. "Hey, sorry, I couldn't sleep, went out for a jog," he smiled, and showed her the flowers, "for my lovely wife."
Carrie smiled, stood and kissed him good morning, most thoroughly. She then punched his chest softly. "Thanks for the flowers. You could have invited me. Or left a note," she scolded him, her smile indicating she wasn't serious.
He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her body to his, "I'll try to remember for next time."
Carrie melted into his arms for a moment before pulling away. "I'll get you some coffee, then you can tell me what had you up and out of the house so early." She took the flowers, placed them in a vase and got a cup for Mike, before joining him at the table.
Mike glanced towards the hallway and stairs. "Is Allie awake?"
"Not yet. She has her first real game today though, so should get moving soon." Carrie answered.
"Ah, right, the official beginning of the season." Mike was happy Allie still played soccer. Kristen had played in her early teens but had soon lost interest as her priorities, and interests matured.
Carrie smiled and leaned forward. "So what happened last night?" she whispered with a smirk.
Mike laughed, attempting to hide his nervousness. " She came home from prom and told me about her date. Immediately started kissing me, of course."
Carrie nodded, unsurprised.
Mike took a deep breath. Confession time. "Well, things got a bit carried away. We kissed, a lot." He looked nervously towards the stairs. I'd better get this over with before Allie came down, he thought. "We made out, really. I soon found myself unzipping her dress. She let me, asked me to keep going," he looked into Carrie's eyes, "so I did."
Carrie nodded, her expression unreadable, "You saw her breasts. Touched them?"
Mike nodded, "and kissed them." he swallowed, "I'm sorry, I got lost in the moment. Reliving prom I suppose."
"OK." Carrie said, then sighed, "Actually, no, it isn't OK. Mike, I'm uncomfortable with you doing stuff like that behind my back. I want to know about it or be there. This wasn't even date night."
"I know, I'm sorry. If you want me to put a stop to all this with Allie I will." he replied, "I promise you'll always come first in this."
Carrie sighed and rubbed her eyes, "No, no I don't want it to stop just yet. What else happened?"
He glanced towards the door again, "I slid my hand under her skirt, almost to her panties." he sighed, "Carrie, I almost did it, but stopped myself just in time. Then I apologized and ended the evening. Then she put her hand on my cock and asked if she could 'help out'."
Carrie's eyebrows raised, but she waited for him to finish.
"I told her no, it was far enough for that night," he continued, "I walked her to her door, said good night, then went to have a shower."
"You wanted her to continue.
You
wanted to continue," she said. It wasn't a question.
Mike sighed and nodded. "Yes. That's why I couldn't sleep. So I went for an early morning jog."
Carrie nodded, "Well, thank you for stopping before you went that far, at least. Still, it shouldn't--"
"I wouldn't do that to you," he replied, "at least not last night."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I came to a decision." he took a sip of coffee, "Maybe I should indulge her. Only with your blessing, of course."
"You want to go further?" she asked, "Assuming she would want to as well, of course." She sipped her coffee. "Let me talk to her, see where her head's at. Maybe it's time for new rules. New boundaries." She looked him in the eyes, her face serious, "But Mike, you know my conditions."
Mike smiled and nodded, "Of course. You'll always be my number 1 girl. I promise you, this isn't going to hurt our relationship, any more than Kelly did." He took her hand, "From now on, nothing more than kissing unless you either approve or are present."
"I'll talk to her, and we say it can be non-date nights if I'm aware of what's going on?" she said.
Mike nodded, "That's fair, You know, we need to get her a graduation present.
"I'll work on that, I have a few ideas." She smiled, "Oh, before I forget, I got an email from Kristen."
"Oh, great, how's she doing? When's she returning?" he asked.
"She thinks in 4 weeks or so," she grinned, "so you have only a few weeks to make your move."
