The next morning, I was up and out of the house while Billie and Kelly were still getting ready.
No one said anything about what had happened the night before, but I couldn’t push any of it out of my mind, and I found myself daydreaming about it off and on throughout the day. I had a few undisturbed moments to myself at lunch, and I was consumed with wondering what was going through my wife’s mind, as well as what was going through my youngest daughter’s.
Later, after talking to both of them, I’d learn they’d been just as pre-occupied.
They were both quieter than normal as they went through their morning routine, and when Kelly left for school, their goodbye was cordial and warm but strained.
Billie kept losing herself in thought throughout the day, continuing to mull what had taken place between her husband and youngest daughter.
Martin loved both of their girls; of that she was more than certain; he was and always had been a wonderful father. And he loved her, too, didn’t he? Of course he did. And he’d told her about the two of them kissing. He’d not tried to conceal it even for a minute.
She wondered, though, had he and Jessica ever shared a moment like that?
Surely not, she thought, chastising herself, or he’d have certainly mentioned it to her.
Both of their daughters were beautiful. She knew, Martin knew it, and while Martin was a good-looking man, goodness only knew how often she’d been told the girls clearly got their beauty from her.
Billie resolved to herself that she would not fight with her daughter about what had happened. After all, it was silly, wasn’t it, to even entertain the idea that she might be in competition with Kelly for Martin’s affections?
They’d kissed, yes, and if Martin had given her accurate indication, it had been passionate, alright, but Martin had come to her bed. He’d made love to her.
She sighed. That wasn’t entirely accurate, she thought to herself. They’d had sex, but she couldn’t exactly call it lovemaking. They’d both been almost urgent in their desire; Martin’s cock had been as hard as she remembered it ever being, if not a little harder, and she found herself wondering if he’d been thinking about Kelly while he was fucking her from behind.
Across town, Kelly wandered from class to class in her own daze, her mind racing a thousand different directions as she relived the time she’d spent alone with her father the night before.
She couldn’t quite articulate what she was thinking, beyond telling herself that she really hadn’t meant for things to go as far as they had. She told herself she never would’ve asked her dad to kiss her like he did if she’d known the way it would make her feel, and at the same time, she longed for him to kiss her like that again. It wasn’t so much the forbidden fruit of the deep kiss with her father as it was the tingling that ran through her body, making her nipples hard, making her pussy wet.
After they’d arrived back home, Kelly had gone straight to her bedroom to change clothes. Her panties had been soaked, and she’d been more sensitive than she could ever remember.
When she’d gone to tell her parents goodnight, at first she’d thought they were fighting. But then, she’d realized they were having sex.
Had her father told her mother about the two of them kissing? Had their kiss affected her father in a fashion similar to how it had affected her?
That had all been racing through her mind when he’d walked into the living room wearing nothing but boxers, his cock no longer hard, but a nonetheless easy to see bulge beneath the cloth of his shorts. And she’d been sitting there, nightgown bunched up around her hips, fingers gently playing with the swollen folds of her pussy.
She’d been all at once startled and embarrassed, though she shouldn’t have been. Not startled anyway. She’d been waiting on him to tuck her into bed, so she should have anticipated him.
Her embarrassment, more from fear that he would chastise or scold her than anything else, had quickly vanished when she’d seen him looking at her, peering down at her hand covering her pussy. She’d tried really hard not to stare at the bulge in his boxers, even when she could tell his penis was starting to get bigger.
His goodnight kisses had been warmer than usual, hadn’t they? She hadn’t imagined that, she told herself. And his hug had been more than fatherly, hadn’t it? And his cock… just saying the word to herself made her tingle… her father’s penis had been swelling again as he’d walked from her room.
She wondered if her parents had fucked again before going to sleep. Kelly was still a virgin, though she’d masturbated and made herself cum before letting slumber take her.
She clenched her thighs together, flexing her leg muscles and breathing deep as she felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra as she thought about it all.
And he hadn’t said no when she’d asked if they could do it all again. He’d understood what she was asking, hadn’t he?
Kelly felt a warm glow wash over her entire body as she imagined being in her father’s arms, his lips pressed against hers as he held her…
Friday nights in the fall mean one thing where we live; high school football. For me, it’s a chance to watch local boys do well on the gridiron. For my daughter and all the other high school students, it was the social event of the week. We never miss a home game, and we make a number of the out of town games, too.
Billie was waiting on me when I finally got home. We were playing a team twenty miles away, so we had a bit of a drive in front of us.
Kelly was already gone; she’d caught a ride with some friends. They were going to grab a bite to eat, and they’d bring her home after a post-game party they had planned.
Billie and I arrived at the stadium after a long ride that was notable for the silence that filled the car. As we began our trek from the parking lot to the admission gate, she slid her arm through mine, leaned up and kissed me on the cheek, forcing a weak smile when I looked over at her. I kissed her on the temple and she smiled, leaning into me.
We bumped into some friends of ours headed up the steps into the bleachers. Ted and Margaret lived just a few blocks from us. They have twins, Pamela and Theodore, Jr., who’ve gone to school with Kelly since they were in kindergarten. Ted and I are at best sociable armchair/bleacher quarterback buds. Billie and Margaret, however, are pretty close; years of home room parties, bake sales, girl-scout cookies and the like have a way of creating a bond.
We sat down next to each other; Ted and I picked apart the other team’s line-up, criticized the refs and second guessed the play calling while Billie and Margaret caught up on things.
It was a good game, well played by both teams, and I was a little surprised that we actually scored the winning touchdown on a trick play late in the fourth. The most important thing, though, was that Kelly dropped by to see us for a moment during half-time. She and her mother chatted briefly about something, she gave her mom a hug, then she gave me a kiss on the cheek and she vanished into the crowd from whence she’d come.
“She hasn’t done that in a while,” Billie said, leaning over and speaking into my ear.
“Come to see us when we’re at a game? I know.”
“No,” Billie said, snuggling up to me and smiling. “She was openly affectionate with us in front of complete strangers.”
I looked at my wife as she scooted closer to me again and thought about it. She was right. For a good while now, Kelly had been like a lot of teenagers; reluctant to admit she knew her parents in public, much less to be seen with us, to say nothing of showing love and affection.
Ted and Margaret’s kids wandered by a couple of time through the night; Ted, Jr., he hates being called Teddy, I’m told, wandered by several rows down and barely even acknowledged his parents were there. Pam, as is common with high school girls, was moving with a pack and waved to her parents.
“You’re oldest is in college, now, right?” Ted asked.
“Yeah. She’s a junior. Making pretty good grades, too.”
He sighed.
“Difficult letting her go?”
“Letting her go? She still comes home holidays and summers; still calls home a couple of times a week.”
“You’re satisfied with that?” he asked, looking at me. “Not afraid you’ll lose her?”
I nodded. “Kids grow up; they move on. She talks to us a lot more than I talked to my folks at her age. I consider myself really fortunate.”
“I guess,” he said.
I sighed, smiled and waved as Kelly walked by down below and waved up at us again. Maybe things were going to be alright after all.
The ride home was nowhere near as quiet as the ride to the game had been. We discussed the clothing some of the other kids had been wearing, as well as some of the couples we’d seen together, and I told Billie that Ted was showing signs of pre-mature empty nest syndrome.
She laughed.
