by Matt Tims
Ashley’s eyebrows immediately shot up. This was incredible! “Holy shit!”
“He shoves his sock even deeper into my mouth, and yanks me back so hard that my entire body goes flying backward into his chest,” Jen said. “Ashley, still to this day, I have no idea how he didn’t break me in half. I’ve never felt anything like that. I’m literally in heaven, but something catches my eye in my peripheral.”
Ashley had never been more captivated by a story in her life. Forget about Bill. The real question was did Mom’s ex-boyfriend have a son? Now, that was a guy she would date.
Her daughter was going to love this. “The door’s opening.”
“No…” Ashley grinned.
“Uh-huh,” Jen nodded. It felt like this night had just happened. Everything had come back to her so clearly. “I’m screaming ‘Vandelay! Vandelay!’ at the top of my lungs, but because this fuckin’ sock is lodged down my throat, it’s sounds like ‘Vaaaaa! Vaaaaa!’”
Ashley pounded the table in a fit of laughter.
“Real funny, right?” Jen rolled her eyes. “What’s even more funny is who was standing there.”
“Who was it?”
“His dad,” Jen confessed.
Ashley shouted, “His dad!?”
Even the lack of surprise on Bill’s father’s face was clear as day in her memory. “He just shook his head, turned around, and walked out of the room—closing the door behind him.”
“What about Bill?”
“Oh, he never stopped,” answered Jen. “I told you, a bomb wouldn’t distract him during sex. The next morning we’re all sitting at the table during breakfast, and none of his family would even look at me. Well, except his little brother. He had an ear-to-ear grin on his face until we finally left that afternoon.”
“Jesus, Mom, you were wild!” Ashley said, ready to declare this as the greatest dinner ever.
“I had some fun times,” Jen smiled. “You’re up.”
Ashley was lost. “I’m up? Huh?”
“Yeah, let’s go,” Jen nodded to confirm her demand. “What’s your wildest story?”
“I can’t follow that!” Ashley laughed. “Are you crazy?”
“It’s not a competition,” she told her daughter. “Come on, it’s only fair.”
Ashley only had one story that even had a chance of rivaling the tale she’d just heard. It was time to pull out the big guns.
“Okay, over the summer, I went to a party with Mike at his friend’s house,” she started. “The parents were out of town and everyone was playing beer pong in the basement and stuff. You know, high school shit. I really try not to be an old lady, but I just hate that stuff. I’d rather go on a hike, or watch a movie, or really do anything else…but I’m getting off track. So, one of Mike’s idiot friends gets the idea of having the girls play strip beer bong; and of course, no one agrees to it. Well, one girl did. Stacy Moretti. But Stacy would make out with Grandpa John if you asked her to.”
Jen laughed before digging into more of her salad.
“Mike’s dumbass friend won’t stop running his mouth; and then suddenly, Mike starts taunting me,” Ashley went on. “He keeps telling me that I’m scared I’ll embarrass myself if I play. I guess he thought he could get under my skin to the point I would want to prove something to him. Like I’m a six-year-old or something.”
“Did you play?” Jen asked.
“Yes and no,” answered Ashley. “I decided to make a bet with him.”
“A bet?”
“Yeah, a bet,” Ashley said, twirling a piece of lettuce with her fork. “Mike was really getting on my nerves—like he always did when he was around his friends—so I told him I’d make out with Stacy Moretti for thirty seconds if he could make a shot from fifteen feet away.”
Jen’s jaw dropped. “What!?”
“Mom, it was an impossible shot,” Ashley told her. “Not only was from the other side of the couch, and there were only three cups left on the table. It would literally be a once in a lifetime make.”
One of the biggest perks of her close relationship with her daughter was their girl talks. Sometimes it felt like she was back in high school again. Living viciously through Ashley provided her a chance to escape from her boring life, and conversations like these were as good as it gets.
“What happened if he didn’t make it?” Jen inquired.
“He would have to kiss his friend Dave on the lips for five seconds,” said Ashley.
Jen smiled, proud of Ashley for coming up with that agreement. “I like that.”
“I know, so did I,” Ashley smiled back. “Until he made the shot.”
Jen couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “He made it!?”
“The craziest thing was I knew it was going in from the second it left his hand,” Ashley said, glancing off to the side as she replayed the shot in her head. “It had a perfect trajectory to it, bounced off the table, flew into the air, and landed right into the center of the middle cup…splash.”
“So, you had to make out with this Stacy girl?” Jen asked, stunned by the twist in this story. “Really?”
Ashley had a few more details to reveal first. “Mike’s jumping around—high-fiving everyone—meanwhile, Stacy’s just grinning at me. She’s so bi it’s crazy.”
“I hope she’s at least cute.”
“She’s a sexy Italian girl,” Ashley told her mother. “I could’ve done a lot worse.”
Jen knew that her daughter had a little bit of herself in her, but this was way more than she’d expected. Kissing a girl? That was something she’d never even done! And Ashley had yet to attend college!
“All the guys start yelling and complaining after Mike announced that he wanted to do this in private,” Ashley continued. “I was super happy when we went into his buddy’s bedroom because everyone had their phones out. So, I sit on the edge of the bed, and Stacy sits down right next to me. Again, she’s all smiles. It was like someone just told her that she won the lottery or something. I know I’m cute, but I’m not that cute. At this point, I realize that Stacy Moretti has a thing for me.”
Jen couldn’t believe that her daughter had actually gone through with this. How wild was this story about to get?
“Mike’s standing there all excited, and I’m just happy he isn’t recording it, you know?” Ashley said with a mouthful of lettuce before nonchalantly digging into her salad again. “Because there’s no way he would’ve been able to keep it to himself. I kind of take a sigh of relief, turn to Stacy, and she’s literally an inch from my mouth—already leaning in to kiss me.”
“You two really kissed?” Jen asked, still struggling to comprehend that this actually happened.
“We didn’t kiss, Mom,” Ashley said, shaking her head. “We made out. I have no idea what got into me either. Maybe I’m a little bi too, or maybe I had a thing for Stacy in that moment; but whatever it was, I was really into it. But something felt off. It wasn’t just us two. It was different.”
“What was it?”
Ashley peered down at the table, searching for the best way to word what she wanted to say. Yes, this tale was a bit on the crazy side, but it would make significantly more sense with the proper context. The difficult part was in finding those perfect words.
“What was it, honey?” Jen repeated.
Ashley attempted to open her mouth, but only a sigh escaped.
Worry filled the now concerned mother. “Ashley, baby, something didn’t happen to you, did it?”
The teen instantly shook her head. “No, nothing like that. I kind of felt something though. I just knew something was up; and when I opened my eyes and glanced to the right while still kissing Stacy, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.”
Jen eagerly awaited her daughter’s reveal.
“Mike had his dick out.”
“He had what out?” Jen questioned, beyond stunned. She must have heard that incorrectly.
“His dick,” Ashley repeated. “And he was pressing
it against edge our mouths while we were kissing.”
Jen had expected to hear that maybe Ashley kissed Stacy for longer than the thirty required seconds. Making out with another girl was wild enough as is. What in the world were these kids doing? They were in high school! This wasn’t porn!
“I jump back and I’m on the verge of losing my shit,” Ashley said. “Not only is he pressing his dick against my mouth, but it’s against this slut’s mouth too! Like, without even asking for permission! Right in front of me! I’m his girlfriend!”
“What did he say?” Jen asked.
Ashley rolled her eyes, perfectly reflecting just how annoyed she had been back in that bedroom. “That this was his ultimate fantasy, and he didn’t know if he would ever have a chance at something like this again. I’m fuming as I’m looking at him. It was so unbelievably disrespectful. I’m ranting and raving when suddenly, his face changes.”
Jen wasn’t sure if she could handle the rest of this story at this point. Making out with some cute classmate while her now ex-boyfriend had his dick out? And she’d always viewed herself as the promiscuous one in the family!
“I didn’t know what was going on at first, but it only took me a few seconds to take an accurate guess,” Ashley said. “That fuckin’ slut had slid off the bed, and was on her knees in front of Mike, giving him head.”
A major detail wasn’t adding up for Jen. “This happened back in the summer, right? I thought you two just broke up?”
“We just did,” Ashley told her.
“This didn’t end it?” Jen asked. It suddenly hit her as a slight smile formed across her lips. “Ashley, you didn’t—”
“I can’t explain why I did it,” her daughter cut in. “The next thing I know, I’m down next to Stacy, trying to prove that I can give Mike a better blowjob than her.”
“Ashley…”
“And you know what, Mom?” she continued. “It was the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. We ended up making out over the head of his dick. I can’t even describe how sexy I felt.”
Jen’s right hand covered her mouth in a state of shock.
“Mike said he has one more fantasy and tells us to ‘open up,’” Ashley confessed to the really dirty details. She wasn’t holding anything back now. “Of course, Stacy—the slut that she is—immediately opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. And I don’t want to be outdone in front of my boyfriend, so I position myself next to her, lean my face over until it’s resting against hers, and stick my tongue out too. He came on both of our faces.”
Jen couldn’t even open her mouth at this point.
“Now, here I am thinking I just did the craziest thing ever, when Stacy grabs my head and starts licking my face clean—like a dog or something!” Ashley revealed her classmate’s wildness, still surprised to this day herself. “She completely cleans off my right cheek before taking Mike’s dick back in her mouth. And of course that asshole starts reaching for his phone, but I snatched it away from him before he could get it. The last thing I want is for any evidence of this to exist.”
“Is this what you kids are doing in high school now!?” Jen asked, dumbfounded.
Ashley could only laugh. That little event was the furthest thing from the norm. “No, I honestly don’t think most of our high schools getting any action. It’s pretty much just the guys with girlfriends who are getting something. Well, that, and the guys Stacy Moretti takes a personal interest in…”
Jen’s hands made their way to the top of her head. “Can’t follow me?” she began to laugh. “Can’t follow me!?”
Ashley jumped in, and soon the two were laughing hysterically at the kitchen table.
“I think I have a bit of you in me, Mom,” Ashley grinned.
Jen wasn’t so sure of that anymore. “Honey, I’ve never done anything like that!”
“There’s a package for you on the counter, by the way,” Ashley mentioned.
“For me?” Jen asked.
“Yeah, it was with the mail,” Ashley said while digging into the rest of her dinner.
Jen looked over at the counter and noticed a small manila envelope sitting on the marble surface. She sat up and approached it. “There’s no mailing address?”
“No,” Ashley responded. “Just your name.”
The only marking on the envelope was a messy “Jen” scribbled in black marker. There wasn’t any postage, mailing address, or any sign that it’d been processed through the mail.
Ashley spoke up, “What if it’s anthrax or something?”
“Anthrax?” Jen laughed. “I think someone’s been watching too much Netflix. Anthrax…” she continued to shake her head as she tore open the self adhesive package.
Her guffaw came to an abrupt stop.
“Is anthrax that crazy?” Ashley questioned. “I remember reading about people receiving them in the mail after 9/11 or something.”
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“Yeah, but I do like my Netflix…” her daughter said to herself before lifting a forkful of lettuce to her mouth.
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“Oh, Mom, guess what movie I watched last week!? Okay, so there’s this supernatural entity that follows you after you have sex. It’s kind of like a paranormal STD. No one else can see it except the person it’s hunting down, and it won’t stop until it kills them! Once they die, the entity immediately starts hunting the previous person. So, the guy or girl who gave the STD to the person who was just killed, is the next to be followed. I know, I know, it sounds kind of far-fetched; but, Mom, it was amazing! And I know how much you love horror movies! It might be the best I’ve ever seen! I left it in my queue for you.”
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“Mom?”
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“Mom!?” Ashley shouted while turning around in her seat.
Jen peered up at her daughter, her face pale and her eyes distant.
“Are you okay?” the teen questioned.
“I’ll be back…in a bit…” Jen struggled to spit out, audibly rattled. “Don’t…don’t wait for me!”
“Um…okay,” Ashley said with a hint of confusion to her voice.
Jen hurried upstairs to her room and locked the door behind her. She quickly sat down on her bed and reached inside the package, her hand emerging with a black leather collar. A large metal loop hung from the middle with the word “Daddy’s” on the left side, and “Girl” on the right of the rugged leather.
She instantly wrapped it around her neck—finding the closest snap buckle to make it as tight as possible—and fell back onto her bed. The feel of the leather strap choking her throat brought a smile to her face. She finally found the feeling she’d been looking for. She finally felt like Daddy’s girl.
Chapter 10 – The Shirt
The Next Day. 4:54 PM.
Jen had fastened her new collar around her neck the second she arrived home from work, and made sure to throw on a turtleneck sweater to avoid any questions from her daughter. “Hey, honey, you know the neighbor I got mad at you over a few weeks ago? Well, I’m wearing a collar he sent me that says ‘Daddy’s Girl,’ but don’t worry, I still love your father.” Yeah, that probably wouldn’t have gone over so well at the dinner table.
But then again, perhaps Ashley would understand. The more the two of them divulged in sexy gossip, the more in common they seemed to have. Her mind had wandered all-day at work; and every time it did, she found herself staring down at her wedding ring.
You tried to suck Ryan’s cock yesterday! Jesus, Jen! That wasn’t a fantasy or emotional cheating. You really tried to cheat! And you would have if he hadn’t receive that phone call! So, this is it? Twenty years and it’s over? You’ve finally thrown in the towel and called it quits? Congrats, you’re officially a quitter!
What other choice was there? Divorce would devastate Ashley, and she couldn’t do that to her daughter; but in a selfish way, divorce would devastate herself as well. It would mean she finally had to admit to an unsuccessful marriage. Everyone around her would see h
er as a failure. Why couldn’t she keep her mediocre home life, but have her needs taken care of somewhere else?
Because that’s not how life works, princess! Are you serious with that shit? So, you want to come home to a nice house every day, but mosey on over next door for your sexual urges to be taken care of? You live in a dream world, you know that, don’t you?
But what if she could have her cake and eat it too? Without really even cheating? There were still ways around that. The time she’d spent alone in Ryan’s bed last week was proof that she could still get by without physically cheating. It was the hardest she’d cum in God knows how long, and it was purely a mental thing.
She suddenly dropped the shirt she was folding in front of the dryer and smiled. Bingo! That would hold her over for weeks—at least! God, it was perfect! She scrambled to finish folding the laundry and scurried upstairs, grabbing her coat on the way out of the door.
Please be home… Please be home… Please be home…
She rang her neighbor’s doorbell.
Come on! Be home!
The door opened and she was greeted by Ryan dressed in a dark black suit, a white dress shirt underneath, a smooth black tie which was completely exposed due to the jacket being unbuttoned, and white french cuffs poking out from his wrists. If he asked her to marry him at this exact moment, her answer would be yes.
“Come on in,” he smiled before turning and walking toward the kitchen, his black dress shoes tapping on the hardwood floor as he moved. “I just got home.”
She shut the door behind her and looked in the direction of the kitchen from her spot in the hallway. “Sorry to bug you, but I’m just gonna be a second. I lost something and I think it might be in the basement.”
Ryan poured himself a glass of water. “What did you lose?”
“Um…” she stalled for time.
Oh, shit. You didn’t think this one through, did ya?
“I uh…I lost my uh…my bracelet. I’ve been looking all over my house, and now I’m thinking that maybe it’s here.”
Ryan nodded as she hurried downstairs. It wasn’t long before she was back in the hallway.