Mom, we need to talk 6

[Foxy Lady]

Mother and daughter were sat opposite each other at the kitchen.



Rather had already had his breakfast and left for work.



Daughter had finished her toast and was sipping her coffee.



Mother was sipping hers. Waiting. She sensed a reason for the silence. This wasn't normal. So she waited.



'Mom, how are things between you and dad?'



'Good, why do you ask?'



'I just wondered, that's all.'



Just wondering? Her daughter never just wondered.



'They're good, as I said. In fact, I'd say they had never been better.'



Another silence. Her daughter wasn't finished yet, though.



'I'm an adult now, mom. Not a child any more. You can talk to me if you need to.'



'I know you're not a child any longer. I stopped thinking about you like that a long time ago. We both did, me and your father.'



'Sometimes we,' she had to mean adults, 'don't want to admit, even to ourselves, that we have a problem.'



She sounded so worldly wise, her mother had to suppress a smile. It was almost as if their roles were reversed.



'And sometimes it is best just to come out with something you have to say. Something is bothering you. What is it?'



A long pause. A deep breath. This was it.



'I mean,' still that final hesitation, 'dad doesn't hurt you, does he?'



Then the penny dropped.

 

[Foxy Lady]

"I'm sorry. You dad and I have gotten used to having the house to ourselves since you went to uni. We'll have to be more careful in future."



"Come on, mum. That wasn't just bedroom noises last night. I heard plenty of those when I was growing up. You and dad weren't as quiet as you thought."



Her mother blushed at the thought of what her daughter might have heard.



"Well, that is just what you heard last night, bedroom noises as you so quaintly call them."



"No, mom, we need to be serious about this. They weren't normal bedroom noises – or fucking noises as I would usually call them – there was something more than that going on."



Her blushed again at the language her daughter was using. Adult language. But not the sort that is exchanged between mothers and daughters.



"OK, so yes it was something different last night, different from what you have heard before. I don't know what you think you were hearing, but it was just normal for me and your dad. Letting ourselves go – letting it rip if you like."



She blushed again and began giggling.



"Mom, this isn't funny. You were in pain. Was dad hitting you, is that it? You really need to be honest about what was happening and not try to cover up for dad. I love him, but he has to stop disrespecting you like this."



"I'm not covering up for him and he wasn't hitting me. Just believe me."



"No, I don't believe you. What I believe is that you are doing what lots of abused women do – covering it up out of embarrassment or even fear."



"Darling, this is very personal. And it's about your father as much as me. I really don't feel comfortable talking about this. Can we just drop it?"



The look on her daughter's face told that she would not drop it.



Time for a deep breath. And then …

 

[Foxy Lady]

This was going to be difficult. Her daughter had grown up but there were still limits to the kind of topic she expected to discuss. What words should she use for what she had to say?



Should she be clinical? No. that would be too, well, clinical.



Should she be vulgar? No. That wasn't her. Well, no, that wasn't right. Between she and her husband could be vulgar, at the right moment, in the right place, But, no, generally she was not vulgar. Especially not with her daughter.



'It's your father. He's,' she spread her hands, 'well hung.'



Her daughter grinned.



'Come on, mum, all guys claim to be at least bigger than average. At least in my experience.'



'No, honestly, big, really big, seriously big.'



'OK, mum, so let's accept that he is bigger than average, gives you a nice stretch. Every woman likes that. But what I heard wasn't pleasure, it was pain, real pain.'



'Yes, it was pain. He is big enough to hit my cervix. He was very gentle the first times we got together. Then, one night, he let himself go – I'd would him really tight, so he couldn't hold back. And I realised that, well, yes it was painful, but it gave me the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. Pleasure and pain together. Fucking hot,' she smiled to herself as she remembered the occasion.



'Bit of a size queen, are you?'



Her mother nodded.



'Mum, I'm sorry, but I don't believe you. This sounds like some porn fantasy.' She reached out to hold her mother's hand. 'I understand why you want to protect dad, I really do, but-'



Her mother moved her daughter's hand gently away and took out her phone.



A few clicks later, she passed it to her daughter.



She stared at the screen for a long time.



'Fuck, mum, is that really dad?'

 

[Foxy Lady]

Her mother smiled.



'Why don't you believe me?'



'It's not that I don't believe you. It's just that, well, you can download this stuff so easily nowadays.'



Her mother did not ask how she knew that it was so easy. She jus reached out and took the phone. A quick search through her gallery and she handed the phone back.



Her daughter stared at the screen. A full length erect nude man. Showing his face.



'Shit, mom. That's really him.'



Her mother smiled and nodded.



Her daughters hands were both under the table now, pressing into her crotch as she rocked back and forth, her face red, her lips slightly open.



Suddenly she realised that her mouth was watching her and she pulled her hands back, clenching them in front of her on the table.



'B-b-b-but, w-w-why d-d-d-didn't I ever notice? I mean, how could anyone miss that? At the pool, on the beach, ANYWHERE.'



'People did notice, they still do. Only last week – well, we don't need to go into detail about that. You didn't notice, because you were too wrong. And then you just didn't notice because daughters don't see their father like that, like other women do.'



Her daughter just stared the photo.



'I need some of that,' the words suddenly burst out of her. She blushed, pushed back her chair, and rushed out of the room.



Her mother retrieved her phone and stared at her husband, before slipping her hand inside her robe.

 

[Foxy Lady]

Mother wiped her fingers on her robe and walked quietly upstairs. She paused outside her daughter's door and listened to the low hum of a vibrator, overlain with moans and groans.



Back in her bedroom, she WhatsApped her husband, saying she wanted to talk to him when he got him. The message ended with a grinning emoji to reassure him that he need not worry.



That even, with their daughter out visiting friends, she sat beside him on the sofa and told him about the conversation that morning. 'Are you annoyed with me for telling her and showing her one of our photos?' she asked.



Her husband thought for a minute and then shook his head. 'It was the best thing to do. She left you with no choice. Who knows what she would have done if you hadn't set her mind at rest.'



His wife snuggled close to him and he pulled her in tight.



She was the first to speak. 'I may have set her mind at rest, but I don't think other parts of her are resting.'



'What do you mean?' She told him about what their daughter had said and what she had heard through her bedroom door.



'That's just fantasy stuff. What does it matter if we have fueled her fantasies.'



'I saw her, darling, you didn't. She may want to see for herself, touch perhaps, maybe even more.'



'But she's my daughter.'



'And she's a woman now.'



Her husband went quiet. Very quiet for a long time.



'Would you be able to?' she asked eventually. 'Get aroused, I mean.'



'You surely don't think …'



'I saw her reaction to your photo and, remember, she's a woman now.'

 

[Foxy Lady]

Later, in their bed.



The wife rolled onto her side and reached out, stroking her husband chest, moving slowly down across his belly, before cradling his balls.



'Daddy,' she whispered, 'daddy, I want to suck your bollocks.'



Her husband sighed and tried to easy her hand away. She squeezed him gently. 'Please, daddy, please let me.'



'No, no, this is wrong.'



It wasn't clear if he was taking to his daughter or his wife, maybe even both.



She moved her hand to his cock.



'Daddy, please let me suck your dick. Like mom does. You know you like it. '



'I told you, no, we mustn't, it's wrong.'



'Not any more. I'm not a child now, daddy. I'm a woman, you can see that if you look at me. I know you do, I've seen you do it.'



'No, darling, no. I couldn't even if I want to – father don't feel like that.'



His wife folded the sheet back, to reveal his cock stiffening.



They looked at each other.