Episode IIThe next morning, my daughter came to breakfast still wearing my old t-shirt that she likes to sleep in. I suppose she's grown a lot since she first took it from me. Before, it was too small for her and only reached just above her knees. It wasn't like that anymore. Her enormous breasts lifted her up so much that they barely covered her panties.
Good morning, darlingI said happily.Good morningsmurmured while starting to nibble on a toast. Normally, my daughter was full of sun and energy in the mornings, talking like crazy. Today, she was quiet, calm, and withdrawn.Are you okay this morning, sweetie?I asked.You're totally silentHe didn't respond for a moment. Then he left the toast and said:The girls do it too, don't they? What do you mean by 'it'?I asked.MasturbateOh, shit, here we go again.Yes, they do, darling.
What's the point? To feel good. What do they do? Um, well, they rub each other, you know, down there. How?
I could feel I was sweating a bit. This was something I had never considered having to talk to my daughter about. It didn't help that I could see the shape of her underwear underneath that old and worn-out t-shirt, let alone it falling off her shoulders.Okay, use your fingers and rub around the vaginal opening.I replied.I tried it last night when I went to bed, he said.I felt good, but it wasn't great or anything. I sent a text message to Melody and Kiara and they made fun of me. They said I shouldn't have done it well and that I didn't have an orgasm. They said they'd know if I had one. How am I supposed to know how that feels? And what did you want to say last night about other things that were happening there?I was clearly upset, which made me feel guilty like the devil. Why didn't I think of explaining it to her before, so she would be prepared? Thanks to God it was Saturday. I could spend all the time necessary with her today. We needed a serious conversation. A part of me wanted to get up from my chair and give her one of those hugs that cure everything and worked so well when I was younger, but my guardian angel reminded me that suddenly he was half-erect.
I sat down at the table.Sweetheart, look at me, I said. I want to help you with this. Let me think for a minute on how to explain everything.
I have so many questions, so many things I don't understandHe said in a low voice, looking at me fixedly.I sometimes think I know so little that I don't even know what to ask. It's fine. Do you have anything to do today? Go shopping or play with the girls, or something?I asked.No. - Well, I don't either. My best friend and I are going to spend the whole day together and figure out those questions and answer them. Are you in?My daughter smiled at me, the first smile I had seen on her normally radiant face today.Okay.We talked about nonsense things while eating, and then my daughter and I washed the dishes together. She managed to splash a good amount of water on her shirt. For some reason, I hadn't realized how well-formed and enormous her breasts had become. Of course, I had seen her briefly in the bathtub or getting dressed over the years, but never really looked at her. This time, I was doing it.
The task in question, discussing who knows what questions about human sexual response with my beautiful and sculptural daughter, suddenly seemed like it could be difficult. Very difficult. With as much force as to hold a pillow on my lap.React, idiot!My conscience yelled at me while giving myself an imaginary quick kick in the butt.That's your daughter! Recover and accept it as the good father you areGood advice. Yes, I can do it. I've taught this girl to go to the bathroom. I've explained love and loss, happiness and sadness, success and failure. I've done everything that all parenting books tell you to do when teaching a teenager, and I think I've done it better than what public schools and ESI could expect. Now she wants to know more. Well, it's better to talk about it with her father than with a couple of possibly ignorant teenagers. I said:Go see ducharte. Let me know when you get out of the shower so I can bathe too. We'll meet in the living room in 30 minutes for a Q&A time. If I don't know something, we'll research it together. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable because you don't know about certain things. Deal? Deal? Thanks, dadmy daughter saidYou're the bestHe kissed me on the cheek and jumped out of the room. The sensation of his chest against mine when he kissed me made me realize again how hard it could be to overcome this part of parenting and keep my composure. When my daughter finished her bath and I showered, I came in the bathtub drain. I lied to myself about the identity of the girl I was fantasizing with who was supposedly throwing herself at me. I put on some elastic cycling shorts (to try to keep things under control), loose athletic pants and a T-shirt.
Good morning, darlingI said happily.Good morningsmurmured while starting to nibble on a toast. Normally, my daughter was full of sun and energy in the mornings, talking like crazy. Today, she was quiet, calm, and withdrawn.Are you okay this morning, sweetie?I asked.You're totally silentHe didn't respond for a moment. Then he left the toast and said:The girls do it too, don't they? What do you mean by 'it'?I asked.MasturbateOh, shit, here we go again.Yes, they do, darling.
What's the point? To feel good. What do they do? Um, well, they rub each other, you know, down there. How?
I could feel I was sweating a bit. This was something I had never considered having to talk to my daughter about. It didn't help that I could see the shape of her underwear underneath that old and worn-out t-shirt, let alone it falling off her shoulders.Okay, use your fingers and rub around the vaginal opening.I replied.I tried it last night when I went to bed, he said.I felt good, but it wasn't great or anything. I sent a text message to Melody and Kiara and they made fun of me. They said I shouldn't have done it well and that I didn't have an orgasm. They said they'd know if I had one. How am I supposed to know how that feels? And what did you want to say last night about other things that were happening there?I was clearly upset, which made me feel guilty like the devil. Why didn't I think of explaining it to her before, so she would be prepared? Thanks to God it was Saturday. I could spend all the time necessary with her today. We needed a serious conversation. A part of me wanted to get up from my chair and give her one of those hugs that cure everything and worked so well when I was younger, but my guardian angel reminded me that suddenly he was half-erect.
I sat down at the table.Sweetheart, look at me, I said. I want to help you with this. Let me think for a minute on how to explain everything.
I have so many questions, so many things I don't understandHe said in a low voice, looking at me fixedly.I sometimes think I know so little that I don't even know what to ask. It's fine. Do you have anything to do today? Go shopping or play with the girls, or something?I asked.No. - Well, I don't either. My best friend and I are going to spend the whole day together and figure out those questions and answer them. Are you in?My daughter smiled at me, the first smile I had seen on her normally radiant face today.Okay.We talked about nonsense things while eating, and then my daughter and I washed the dishes together. She managed to splash a good amount of water on her shirt. For some reason, I hadn't realized how well-formed and enormous her breasts had become. Of course, I had seen her briefly in the bathtub or getting dressed over the years, but never really looked at her. This time, I was doing it.
The task in question, discussing who knows what questions about human sexual response with my beautiful and sculptural daughter, suddenly seemed like it could be difficult. Very difficult. With as much force as to hold a pillow on my lap.React, idiot!My conscience yelled at me while giving myself an imaginary quick kick in the butt.That's your daughter! Recover and accept it as the good father you areGood advice. Yes, I can do it. I've taught this girl to go to the bathroom. I've explained love and loss, happiness and sadness, success and failure. I've done everything that all parenting books tell you to do when teaching a teenager, and I think I've done it better than what public schools and ESI could expect. Now she wants to know more. Well, it's better to talk about it with her father than with a couple of possibly ignorant teenagers. I said:Go see ducharte. Let me know when you get out of the shower so I can bathe too. We'll meet in the living room in 30 minutes for a Q&A time. If I don't know something, we'll research it together. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable because you don't know about certain things. Deal? Deal? Thanks, dadmy daughter saidYou're the bestHe kissed me on the cheek and jumped out of the room. The sensation of his chest against mine when he kissed me made me realize again how hard it could be to overcome this part of parenting and keep my composure. When my daughter finished her bath and I showered, I came in the bathtub drain. I lied to myself about the identity of the girl I was fantasizing with who was supposedly throwing herself at me. I put on some elastic cycling shorts (to try to keep things under control), loose athletic pants and a T-shirt.
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