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I had become resigned to the fact that at some point, no matter how hard I tried to throw down the boundaries, the sexual attraction between me and Monica was so strong that we were inevitably going to end up doing the deed.
But then what? Could I go back to being “Daddy” after I had violated the sacred parental bond of father and daughter? I didn’t see how it was possible. The only way I could live with myself is if it became her decision and hers alone. If I had made the advance instead, I would hate myself forever.
Later that afternoon, I waited for her to arrive home from school. Her new Mustang was parked in the driveway, covered in a giant ribbon. Suddenly, I saw her walk toward the house. I went outside to meet her.
“I figure you’re going to be going away to college soon, and you’ll need some wheels,” I said.
“Daddy, I don’t know what to say!”
She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big kiss on the lips.
“How about we take her for a spin?” I said.
Monica and I drove around, taking in the scenery. I decided to let her drive. It was, after all, her car and I wanted her to have her first taste of adult freedom. Her second would come later.
“Sweetheart, I hope you like your present,” I said. “But I’ve got an even bigger one waiting for you.”
“Oh?” she asked. “And what would that be?”
“A decision,” I said.
“What kind of a decision?” she asked.
“About your 18th birthday party.”
“Oh.”
She had no idea what I had in mind. But neither did I, really. I needed the rest of the evening to figure that one out.
I went to my bedroom at around 10 o’clock, figuring out what would be the best way to pose the question to her. Looking around, I took in the view of my sanctuary: the bar, the pool table, the jacuzzi, the love nest and party room. Having sex with Monica would mean bringing her into that world, breaking the oath I took a long time ago to protect her from all of that.
But it was clear to me that I couldn’t be both her father and her lover. I could not fuck her and then go back to being “Daddy” the next morning. I needed to present her with a clear choice, reminding her that if we go where she wants to go, we can’t go back. As attracted to her as I was, a part of me was still hoping that she would choose the status quo.
At about five minutes to midnight, I opened up the door and sat down on the sofa. I removed my glasses to let her see me as I am, and not as the man she had come to know as “Daddy”.
At exactly midnight, I called for her to come down. It was a now or never moment.
She came downstairs, wearing a long t-shirt that stretched down to her knees.
“Daddy?” she said, confused.
She was very surprised to finally see the inside of my sanctuary after all these years. She began to walk in the door, but I stopped her.
“Stop right there, young lady,” I said.
“Okay,” she said, puzzled.
“I want you to stay on that side of the door right now.”
“Okay,” she said again. “Am I missing something?”
“What you’re looking at,” I began, “is the room where you were conceived. It’s the room where your mother went into labor 18 years ago tonight.
“The side of the door you are standing on is where your mother and I brought you home from the hospital…where I changed your diapers and watched your first steps and heard your first words…before she took you from me. It’s where I brought you ten years ago when she abandoned you. It’s where I raised you, gave you a good upbringing. It’s where I tried to set a good example so that you didn’t make the choices I made.”
She began to once again step forward, but I stopped her.
“No, not yet, ” I said, “Hear me out first.”
“I told you the other day that I’m giving you a decision,” I continued. “You can stay on that side of the door and I will come out and join you. I’ll keep trying my best to be a good dad and give you guidance and parental love, just as I always have. I’ll keep the secrets that I keep on this side of the door here and this door won’t ever be open again. If you choose to stay on the side of the door where you’re standing, our relationship will be that of father and daughter….
“…But if you choose to step through the door and join me on this side, our relationship will be that of man and woman. This is the decision I said I would give you. I can’t and I won’t be both you father and your lover.”
The ultimatum had finally been made. Even so, I looked upon my little princess and tried to see the little girl I picked up in San Diego so many years ago. But she was nowhere to be found. Before me stood a young woman.
At the last minute, I hoped she would stay on her side of the door and then life could return to normal. But it was not to be. She stepped into the bedroom.
She had chosen.
She had chosen me, her own biological father, after I had made it very clear to her that doing so would mean I would no longer look at her in a paternal way, but in a sexual way.
I didn’t know what to do next. But it didn’t matter. At that point, she was just another girl I brought home for a date. I had to look at it that way or I would have lost my nerve.
“There’s no going back now,” she said. “I chose.”
In reality, that wasn’t true. But the momentum for what was to come had been building for weeks. It wasn’t likely to stop here.
“Yes, you did,” I said. “Now go shut the door.”
She got up and shut the door, in my mind finalizing her decision.
I took my shirt off to show her my tattoos. This served as the first act of giving in, but also my first test to see if we could really go through with this. I showed my naked chest to Monica, showing her the first glimpse of the past I had hidden from her.
“This one is your mama,” I said, pointing to a butterfly. Cathy loved butterflies.
“I’ve got one here on my back for your brothers and your sister,” I continued.
Then, I pointed to an angel beneath my left nipple with Monica’s name on it.
“This one is you…my little angel,” I said. “While I was in prison, your name was the only name visible to me out of all my kids.”
“Prison?” she asked. “What for?”
It was the first time she had been told about prison. Apparently, Cathy kept the secret.
“I shot and killed a man,” I said. “Involuntary manslaughter was the charge. But the motherfucker deserved it.”
That was the first time I had ever spoken a cuss word around my daughter.
I was still giving her the choice to back out. She could have, at any moment, got up and left the room and the whole thing would be forgotten. But she kept passing these little tests I kept giving her.
“Your mama ran off just after I was sentenced. She took you to Vegas right after I got out.” I said, as I got up to walk over to the liquor cabinet. I needed a drink so bad. It wasn’t every day that I prepared to fuck my own daughter. So I considered the options: Vodka, Scotch, Whiskey, Gin…
…Screw it, I thought. A simple Bud Light would do. I wanted to loosen up. I didn’t want to get all drunk and silly. We could do that some other time.
I was suddenly reminded of that day when I stepped outside for a smoke at the airport, the day I brought her home. That was when I made a vow to protect her from my bad habits and keep them discreetly away from her. But now, I no longer felt obligated do that. I reached for my pack of smokes and lit one up. Then, I sat down next to her– in her intimate space– with my arm around her, no longer making any effort to protect her from my vices.
Still, it was very much a surprise to her to see me in this way. Within the last several minutes, I made every attempt to be as unfatherly as I could. This was as much about me giving up my role as a father as it was testing her ability to accept me outside of a father-daughter relationship.
“I’ve never seen you smoke,” Monica said, “never seen you drink…never heard you cuss. I Never knew you had a bunch of tattoos, and never knew you were in prison. Who are you?”
“I’m a man who doesn’t have to be your role model anymore,” I said. “I’m who you chose when you walked through the door. This is who I am and these are the things that come with me,” I said.
“I’m a man to you now and you’re a very beautiful and irresistible young lady joining me in my bedroom for a lovely evening.”
Both of those statements were a slight invitation to reconsider the whole thing and to get up and leave. Yet she stayed.
“Can I get you a drink?” I asked.
I figured I might as well offer the lady a drink. It’s what I usually do whenever I entertain a date.
“Daddy, you know I don’t drink…or smoke…or any of that. You raised me very straight.”
“That I did,” I said. “And I hope you’ll always be the wholesome girl Daddy raised.”
Just because I wanted her to accept me as I was doesn’t mean I wanted her to become me. Hopefully, as her father, I did my job.
It was time for a new pet name. I couldn’t keep calling her “sweetheart”. She was just another girl I was about to entertain and fuck. “Baby girl” was more appropriate.
“Come here, baby girl, come check out some of my stuff.”
“Baby girl?” I asked. “You’ve never called me that before.”
“Sweetheart is what I call my daughter,” I explained. “Baby girl is what I call girlfriends and ladies I sleep with. When you walked through the door, you became baby girl.”
I showed her my picture album, my music and DVDs, and my porn collection. Then, I showed her my guns, and finally my prized Harley Davidson.
Now came the final test. If we passed this one, there was no going back.
“Can I sit on it?” Monica asked.
“Sure,” I said. “But I’d prefer you sat on it with nothing on.”
“Daddy!”
“What?” I said. “You thought I invited you in here to keep your clothes on?”
“I’m just not used to you talking to me like that,” I said, “It’s sexy!”
Once again, a reminder that she had made a choice at the door and that her “daddy” would now talk to her just like any other girl I brought home. I didn’t invite her in there to satisfy her curiosity. I invited her in here to fuck. It’s what she had been wanting for a few weeks now, and this was me finally giving in.
“You always wanted to know what goes on in here” I said. “Now how about getting naked for Daddy?”
I was now fully satisfied that she was into this. Now, I would take her clothes off and begin making love to my little angel.
With all of that out of the way, I picked her up and laid her down on the bed. I pulled up her t-shirt, revealing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were big and erect. I couldn’t help but touch them and savor their warmth. I ran my hands down her tender chest, played with her little navel before making my way to her panties. I put my hands down her panties and felt up her tender, hairy pussy.
“You’ve really grown up,” I said. “I like my lady to keep herself shaved. Think you can do that for me?”
“Of course, Daddy,” she said. “Anything for you.”
With that, I gingerly removed her panties and took in the awesome view of my little girl’s pussy. It was now time for her to indulge one of my favorite fantasies.
“How about getting up on that Harley so I can take some pictures?” I said.
“Daddy, I didn’t know you were so kinky!”
“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me, baby girl.”
If she liked dangerous boys, then I was gonna make sure she got one.
“Come on, show Daddy that pussy,” I said.
Monica sat up on my Hog and spread her legs. I got close so that I could snap a picture of her red and pink open twat.
“If I’m gonna pop that cherry of yours, I want to get a good picture of what I’m popping,” I said. “Maybe I’ll put this one next to the picture I have of you when you lost your first tooth.”
“Daddy!”
“What? That’s one of my favorite pictures of you. It’s one of the few your mama sent me when I was in prison.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said. “Whatever you say.”
“Now get up on the seat and bend over for me,” I told her. “Show me that ass I’m about to tear up.”
She assumed a doggy style fuck position that drove me absolutely wild. Her beautiful ass and pussy on full display, I could not resist the temptation to lick both her pussy and her ass. I was in the mood to get dirty.
“Daddy!” I said. “That’s dirty!”
“I’m a dirty old man,” I said. “Besides, I used to wipe that butt when you were a baby. I don’t mind licking it.”
“It tickles!”
Hearing her giggle made my cock that much harder. By now I was so hard that it hurt.
“Yeah?” I said. “That’s only a small taste of what I want to do to you,” he said. “Now come on down off the Harley.”
I wanted to do all sorts of nasty things with her. The sexual act had been done. All the inhibitions and reservations were gone. I picked her up from the Harley, carried her over to the bed and laid her down. It was my turn to get naked.
I took off my jeans and showed her Daddy’s cock, the very cock that brought her into this world. And I was eager to start really playing. Once again, I wanted to make sure she was ready.
“You’re all grown up now” I said. “You want to play like a couple of grown-ups?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she begged. “Anything you want.”
“Let me teach you how to give Daddy a blow job,” I said, handing her my rock hard, wet cock. “Suck on this for a little bit.”
She took hold of my manhood, delicately putting it into her mouth. I could tell she was inexperienced, as she initially sucked only on my throbbing head I decided to give her a little push. I took hold of her head and shoved myself deep into her mouth. I began to thrust into her face as though fucking. But maybe it was a little too forceful. She suddenly gagged.
“I’ll try to go slower,” I said. “Try swallowing my cock and taking it down your throat till you get used to it.”
Before long, she was swallowing my rod without gagging. I thought it was time to introduce her to my balls.
“How about licking my balls,” I instructed.
My little girl’s mouth and tongue began massaging the family jewels, alternating between sucking my balls and my cock. Now that she had her rhythm going, she was really getting me close to orgasm. I let out a series of furious grunts of passion as I started to feel myself about to come.
I pulled away from her to avoid that fate, as there was still so much I wanted to experience with her. Being sexually inexperienced, however, she didn’t realize that guys need a period of recovery before being able to go again.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” She asked, as if she had done something wrong.
“I was about to come,” I explained. “But I want to save that for later.”
I wasn’t sure what to do next. I smiled at my little angel as I ran my dick down her beautiful face, painting my juices on her.
As much as I tried to play this as “just another fuck”, there was no denying that this was, in fact, sex between a father and his daughter. So I thought I would play with that a bit and see how she responded.
I walked over to the drawer and pulled out the paddle that I had used on her as a child. What can I say? I am an old-fashioned redneck and I didn’t believe in sparing the rod. I believe in spanking. It was part of how I raised her to be the wholesome good girl that she is today.
But now I wanted to use that paddle in the context of our new sexual relationship. I paddled my kids to teach them lessons. I paddled my women because it turned me on. At this moment, my baby girl was my woman and I was eager to see her little bottom all sore and red.
“You remember this?” I asked.
“Ooooh…yeah,” she said, a tinge of excitement in her voice. “That’s what you used to spank me with.”
“Remember what I always used to tell you before I paddled you?”
“Yes,” she said. “That it was gonna hurt you more than it was gonna hurt me.”
“And it did,” I said. “But now it’s gonna pleasure me.”
“You want to spank me, Daddy?” she asked. “But why?”
“Because seeing your little red ass will make me horny,” I said. “Do you want Daddy to spank you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said. “I want you to spank me.”
“Okay,” I ordered. “Bend over and touch your toes just like I made you do when you were little.”
She bent over for me and touched her toes, just like I instructed all my kids to do when it was time for a lickin’. But unlike when she was a little girl, her fully naked ass and adorable pink pussy were on display for me to see. I ran the paddle up her legs, gently touching the inside of her knees, finally violating that tender area between her legs. I brushed the paddle along her camel toe, before playing with her ass. I wanted to tease her as much as possible before delivering the strike.
Finally, without warning, I cracked the paddle against her tender ass.
She screamed in pain, but laughed immediately after. I seem to remember her doing that as a child after receiving a lickin’. But I think that her was way of letting me know that a lickin’ wasn’t gonna change her.
“Did you like that, baby girl?” I said. “You like Daddy paddling your little butt?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she begged. “I’ve been a bad girl. Paddle me again!”
I cracked it against her ass a couple times more until her ass was nice and red. She began to whimper, just like she eventually did whenever I gave her lickins as a child.
But I had no intention of causing my baby any lingering pain. After that, I ran my tongue along her butt to soothe the pain.
“Mmmm…that feels good,” she said.
“So do you like playing with Daddy like this?” I asked.
“Mmmm, yes, Daddy.” she said. “You’re the best.”
“You ready for some sex education?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said.
“Okay, you’re a virgin,” I began. “That means when I put my dick into you, I’m going to tear some skin. There’s going to be a little bit of blood and it might hurt a little, but don’t worry about that.”
“I trust you, Daddy.”
I reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom.
“Has anyone ever shown you how to use this?” I asked.
“But I want to feel your cum in me, Daddy,” she protested.
“No, we have to be responsible,” I countered, tearing open the package.
I handed her the condom. She placed it on the head of my dick and began to unroll it.
“Other way, baby girl,” I said.
“Oops,” she said, turning the condom over.
“No,” I said, taking it from her. “The clear stuff you see coming off the end of my cock can still get you pregnant. We need to start over with a new rubber.”
What I didn’t tell her is that I have had a vasectomy. As hot as our little play is right now, I had no doubt she would have future guys. I wanted to show her what the stakes are. Tomorrow, I could fuck her without a rubber. But tonight, she needed a lesson.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked.
“No, it’s just tight,” I said.
She stroked my cock for a few minutes, clearly nervous about what was next: It was time for my baby girl’s pussy to be fucked for the first time.
“What do we do now?” she asked.
“Just relax,” I said. “Lay down on your back on the bed.”
She really needed to relax. She was very nervous and excited at the same time. So was I. But I was only nervous because I was about to fuck my daughter. She was nervous because she was not only about to be fucked by her father, but fucked for the first time. I waited for her to either tell me to stop or to go forward.
“Okay, Daddy,” she finally said. “Let’s do this.”
“Let’s do this?” Daddy retorted. “What kind of sexy talk is that?”
“I don’t know,” she laughed, “Is that bad?”
“Well, kind of,” Daddy said. “It’s fine when you’re my daughter and I’m telling you to do your chores, but not when you’re my lady and I’m fucking you. So I need you to talk sexy to me.”
Once again, I threw in a final reminder that I’m not fucking her as my daughter. I’m fucking her as a woman. I wanted her to talk nasty to me and turn me on just as she would with any guy, and I would do the same with her.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “Just talk filthy to me. Use all those words I used to ground you for saying. It’s okay now.”
After spending the last hour or so doing all these things with her and around her that I had never given myself permission to do, I realized that she needed the same permission to do the same with me. I wanted to hear her talk nasty and dirty.
“Okay,” she said.
“Fuck my hot wet pussy, Daddy!”
“Now you’re talking, baby girl!” I said. “Okay, it’s gonna hurt just a little.”
I took her legs and put them over my shoulder. Then I slowly put my cock into my baby’s pussy. It was extremely tight, and once I felt her hymen tear, she let out a slight yelp. There was blood running down her leg toward the sheets, but wanted to make sure she wasn’t aware of that. Her cherry had been popped. Daddy’s little girl was a virgin no more.
As I pounded her firm, tight little twat, I looked deep into her eyes and we made a connection, finally as lovers. This is the moment I had been trying to work up to all night. But I didn’t want to savor this too much. I wanted to get off.
“Come on, baby girl, keep talking dirty to me!” I said, increasing my speed and rhythm as I pounded my dick in and out of her..
“Fuck that pussy, Daddy!” she howled.
She wanted to moan, but seemed a little embarrassed about being too loud. Instead, all that came out was a slight whimper. I wanted her to feel safe letting it go. That, to me, was part of sharing the sex experience.
“It’s okay, baby,” I reassured her, “Let it out!”
Then, she let it out all at once. She was so loud, I wasn’t sure the neighbors a half mile down the road couldn’t hear us. But it just made me want to pound her pussy even harder and deeper.
I was once again about to come. I wanted this to last just a little while longer, so I pulled out. I wanted to do my baby doggy style.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I said. “I’m gonna fuck you from behind.”
She got up and moved into the position. Visible to me was her broken, fucked, and wet pussy. I stuck a couple of fingers inside her so I could play with her g-spot. Finally, I located it and she began to howl in pleasure.
“That’s your g-spot,” I said.
“Oh fuck yeah!” she yelled, “Oh fuck yeah!”
“Now you’re talking,” I said. “Keep it coming. Say the filthiest things you’ve ever wanted to say.”
After that, I put my dick back into her and resumed pounding her. I continued to pound faster, harder, and deeper until suddenly she began to spasm. It was the ecstasy she had never experienced: her first orgasm. As she howled in the ecstasy of orgasm, I continued to plow her until I, too, started to come. This time, I let it all out.
And then, it was over. I took off the condom and sat down to have a cigarette. Oh, did I ever need one!
“Do you have to do that now, Daddy?”
“It’s what most people do after the best sex ever,” I told her.
“Mmmm….yes it was.” she said. “It’s the best birthday present I’ve ever had.”
All I wanted to do at that point was hold my little darling. She fell asleep in my arms, her head resting against my chest. I then finished my cigarette and went to sleep– too tired and worn out to contemplate the gravity of everything that had transpired.
The ringing of the alarm clock ended our peaceful slumber together and I reached over to shut it off. There she was, my baby girl, laying peacefully next to me. I didn’t want to wake her up, but she still had a life to live beyond our new love nest.
“Okay, baby girl, time to get up and get ready for school.”
I sat up to light a cigarette and to sit and contemplate. I was glad that we didn’t shower right after sex. I wanted her to experience how dirty sex can be. Between father and daughter, I always stressed the importance cleanliness and good hygiene. But between man and woman, funk is intimate. Sex means cum, wet stuff, sometimes even poop and blood. Sex means sweat and body odor. It means waking up with bad breath. All of these things are what two people share when they make love. With that thought, I turned around and gave her a soft kiss, gently slipping my tongue into her mouth to savor her morning tastes, as well as to share mine with her.
“Good morning, baby,” I said.
She stirred for a moment and appeared to go back to sleep.
It was then that I finally took in the deed we had done. Was I a monster? Am I a bad dad now? She clearly made the choice to be intimate with me, and I clearly made the choice to indulge, as well as redefine our relationship. But I wondered if there was any going back.
She sat up and put her arms around me. Then she leaned over and kissed me, our tongues savoring each others’ mouths. That answered my question. There was no going back.
“I think I need to go take a shower,” she said.
“Hold on, baby girl,” I said. “We’ll go take one together.”
Sex is dirty, yes. And sharing that dirtiness is all part of it. But showering together is part of the experience too.
I finished my cigarette and then leaned over to give her a big deep kiss. We played tonsil hockey for a couple minutes and then I gently lifted her up to carry into the bathroom, where we would take our first shower together. I turned on the shower and went to the commode to take a leak as I waited for the water to get warm. Afterwards, I put the lid down and asked her if she needed to go.
She sat down on the toilet to pee, the first time she had done so in front of me since I potty-trained her. She was a little nervous.
“These are things we can do in front of each other now, baby girl,” I said. “I’ve been up your pussy and I’ve had my tongue where you pee out of. It doesn’t get more personal than that.”
When she was done, we stepped into the shower together.
I washed her hair and then the rest of her body, slowly caressing her breasts, neck, and tummy with soap and water. I then lathered up her pussy, cleaning her inside and out. I did the same with her ass, putting my finger in and out to make sure she was cleaned down there.
Finally, I lathered up her crotch with shaving cream and handed her a razor.
“How about shaving that pussy for Daddy?” I instructed.
She took the razor and began to shave herself. When finished, her pussy looked just the way it did when she was three, only bigger. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
I bent down and licked her groin area, savoring her freshly-shaven pussy. She began to moan with excitement.
“You want Daddy to fuck you again?” I asked.
“Should we dry off and get a rubber first?” she asked.
“Truth is I got snipped a long time ago, right after you were born,” I confessed. “Last night, I just wanted to teach you how to use a rubber.”
“So then you still are my Daddy,” she said, “Looking out for me after all. That’s so sweet!”
I wanted there to be no mistake. I said the previous night that our relationship is now that of man and woman. I meant that and I wanted to be sure she absolutely understood that.
“No, I’m your man now. Let’s not forget that,” I said, “But I’ll always look out for the little girl I raised who is now my very special lady.”
“Fuck me, Daddy!” she begged.
I took my little girl in my arms, lifted her up, and put my naked dick into her tender, sex-worn pussy. I pistoned her up and down as the warm shower water ran down.
Finally, I shot my juice into her and came. Then I held her close, my hot, tingling dick still inside her, and kissed her– passionately, as we both savored the contents of our mouths.
When we finished showering, we dried off and got out of the bathroom.
“So what now?” she asked.
“Now, you go upstairs and get dressed for school,” I said. “When you get back down here, I’ll have the Harley fired up and I’ll give you a ride. How does that sound?”
“Sweet!” she said.
As my baby went back upstairs to her room to change for school, I got dressed for the day myself. I threw out the old horn-rimmed glasses and plaid shirt outfit. I didn’t need to pretend to be square anymore. With just a pair of shades and my favorite black leather jacket, I hauled the Harley out of the sanctuary and took it outside to start it up.
Monica came out a few minutes later and the two of us mounted the bike. She held onto me tightly as we rode through town. I stopped in an alley near her school so that I could give my baby girl one more kiss before school.
“I get to school with a smile on my face,” she said.
“Come here, baby girl,” I said, as I grabbed her and kissed her for at least five minutes before we put our helmets back on and I dropped her off at school.
After dropping her off at school, I took a detour. I rode to a little town near Fort Campbell. There, I rode up to the house of my ex-mother-in-law. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby. Nervously, I tried to hide. Suddenly, I noticed my ex-wife Cathy come out the door to meet me.
“Paul!” she said. “Are you out of your mind? What are you doing here? Are you trying to get us killed?”
“Thanks for meeting me,” I said. “I need to talk to you.”
“You couldn’t have picked up a phone?” She said.
“Hello!” I said. “It’s traced.”
“Okay,” she said. “Come on in. But hurry– before anyone sees you!”:
Cathy and I snuck inside the house.
“So what brings you here, Paul?” Cathy asked.
“I tried,” I said. “I really tried to resist it. But it just happened. And I gave in.”
Cathy’s face fell.
“Oh Paul,” she said, shaking her head.
Suddenly, my oldest son, Shane came downstairs and noticed me talking to his mother.
“Dad!” he said. “What are you doing here?”
“Business, son.” I said.
Shane walked up to me and gave me a huge bear hug.
“Good to see you, son,” I said.
“Good to see you too, Dad.” he said. “Are you staying?”
“No,” I said. “I’ve got to get back home.”
“We should hang out sometime,” Shane said.
“Yeah I’d like that,” I said.
Shane turned to his mother.
“Bye, Mom,” he said. “See you tonight.”
He then leaned over to touch her breasts before giving her a huge deep kiss.
“Love you, sweetie,” Cathy said.
Shane turned to me.
“Bye, Dad,” he said, waving goodbye as he left.
Then, Cathy turned to me to continue our conversation.
“What can I say, Paul?” she said. “Welcome to my crazy family.”
“Amy has Damian,” I said. “You have Shane. And now I have Monica. We’re just one big Jerry Springer family, aren’t we?”
“Researchers have tried to figure out why it is that my family seems to lack what’s known as the Westermarck effect,” Cathy explained. “Only three families in the country are known to have that condition and only ten in the whole world. We are naturally prone to be attracted to immediate family members because we lack the normal aversion to incest that most people have. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would be having this conversation with you regarding Monica.”
It was a plausible explanation, I thought. However, confession wasn’t the reason I had risked everything to show up on my ex-wife’s doorstep. I could have done that with a priest and it would have been much safer.
“The reason I came here is because I would like you to speak to your witness protection agent and see if there is any way to come up with a story that clears your name with Monica,” I said.
“I would give anything to sit down and tell my daughter just how much I love her and why what happened in San Diego had to happen,” she said. “But if it means putting her life at risk, well, I guess she’s just going to have to think I’m a bad mom. She has you. You can love her enough for both of us.”
“You know,” I said. “I will never forgive you for taking her away from me. But I will never stop thanking you and the FBI for pulling off what you were able to in Vegas and San Diego.”
“Just promise me you will never tell her about any of this,” Cathy said.
“You have my word,” I said.
THE END
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