In the busy early morning hubbub around the house, as the kids get ready for school, and the wife and I shower and dress for another day of work, sometimes things get a little weird, kinky even.
This day was unlike any other so far, and probably the most enjoyable, if not the most guilt ridden of day in my life. My daughter Jessi just turned 18, and has everything a girl of her age would have: attitude problems, body image issues, the constant tug of peer pressure, and the hormonal pull of her lithe developing body.
On this day, after her little brother Troy had caught his bus, and her mother had already left, Jessi walked half way into the master bedroom and proclaimed that she was running late and had missed her bus and was going to need a ride to school. This was not a conversation that I wanted, or needed to hear right now.
During this economic downturn my employees were job scared, sales were down substantially, and we had a conference call at 9am with my Chief Financial Officer, who was surely going to give me the kind of news that I dreaded to hear: layoffs were a certainty, and the cuts would have to be severe. Couple this with my little bitchy teenaged daughter spending 45 minutes in the bathroom putting on makeup and fixing her hair when she could have been walking to the bus stop. I became angry.
"You what?" I asked her as I pulled my necktie around my neck.
"Daddy, I need a ride to school I missed by bus," she said with that spoiled look that tells me she expects to be the center of every bodies universe.
"Well what the hell were you doing in the bathroom for 45 minutes then? We all have to be somewhere this morning Jessi."
I straightened my tie in the mirror and then turned to look at her. She had that freshly made up look, her green eyes sparkling through heavy eyeliner, dark eye shadow, and that shiny pink lip-gloss that all the kids seem to wear these days. Her young breasts rested high on her thin frame with her nipples clearly visible under her tight bright yellow tank top. She was wearing a cream colored mini skirt about mid thigh and high heeled sandals on her feet. She was beautiful and oh so very sexy. As I looked at her she could clearly recognize the frustration on my face. She flipped her long blonde hair back and looked at me like- what the fuck, I have to go now.
"I'm ready now daddy." She said as if that's all that mattered.
"I have a lot better things to do then be dragging you all over town cause you have no sense of time little girl."
"Daddy!" she whined. "I have a biology test this morning!"
"And I have a conference call that I'm going to be late for you little bitch." The angry words spilled from my lips before I could stop them. She looked at me and blinked, I'd never called her any name before, let alone that one. Her mouth hung open, her lip-gloss making her mouth look like a shiny pink O.
"Well fuck you Daddy! I just call Jason. He'll come right over and get me then."
Jason? My mind raced through all the names and faces of all the tomcats that hang around the house these days. Having a pretty teenaged daughter is like a social experiment in the young male youth of the day, and if the sample that I've been seeing is any indication of the future of our country and culture, then we are in bad shape indeed.
"Jason? You mean that older biker boy? That tattooed dropout? No fucking way Jessi! You're not riding on the back of a Harley with that no good thug. Don't even think about it!"
"He's the only one who could come Daddy since he's not in school and YOU wont take me!" She pouted and started digging through her purse for her cell phone. I strode quickly across the room.
"Give me that phone!" I tried to snatch the phone from her hand but it tumbled to the floor and fell open. I leaned down to pick it up and evidently my thick fumbling fingers pressed some button, and by the time my eyes focused on the phone I was in her picture library. Lo and behold there's my sweet little girl in all her naked glory, smiling at the camera topless. I just stared at the pic in shock.
"What the hell is this?" I looked at my daughters beautiful breasts in the pic, she looked so happy. She was smiling and looking back at the camera, her hands cupping her nice young full breasts.
"Nothing Daddy. Give me that!" she reached out for the phone but I kept it from her, turning away and flipping through more pics.
"Daddy! That's private!" she whined in that squeaky protest that she's perfected.
"Doesn't look very private to me Jessi." I said as I looked at her sitting with her legs spread wide, her shaved smooth pussy fully exposed, and a devilish look of a siren on that once sweet and innocent little face.
"Who took these pics Jessi? Who are you showing these to?" I had a million questions but I settled on those two.
