Love & Letters

Unintentional Lolita Ch. 08

As usual, all sexual activity and descriptions thereof takes place among characters who are at least 18 years of age...

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Kelly woke up the next morning, showered, threw on her gym clothes and dashed out the door while her mother and I slowly woke from our slumber.

I'm guessing that's what happened, anyway, because we were dozing peacefully one moment, then she was leaning down to kiss us goodbye, telling us she loved us and dashing for the door the next.

Billie and I slowly stirred beneath the bed sheets, tangled ourselves in one another for a few minutes groping, cuddling and kissing, and then we crawled out of bed.

I grabbed at sweatpants and a t-shirt as Billie pulled on a robe, and we headed for the kitchen.

"One thing is for sure," Billie said as she drew water for the coffee. "We had an audience last night."

"How can you tell?"

"Look at the floor just outside our doorway."

I leaned back around the corner; Kelly's panties lay in a scant, little heap.

"Thoughts?" I asked.

Billie shrugged as she poured the water into the coffee maker. "If we don't want her watching, we need to shut the door."

I laughed and Billie did, too.

"It isn't funny," she said, trifling to suppress her giggling. "When did I become an exhibitionist?"

I laughed again. "When did you stop being an exhibitionist?"

Billie caught her breath and sighed, nodding her head slowly as her eyebrows raised. "When I became the mother of a little girl. I had to set a good example for my children."

She sighed again. "I don't have little girls anymore; they're all grown up now."

Never mind the interlude we'd shared with Allyson, once the newness of our being together had become familiar, we'd never given a second thought to who saw us doing what as long as we weren't in public. And our friends had been the same way. Adulthood and responsibility bring changes that are often sobering.

Billie leaned back against the counter and chewed at her lip. "I'm torn between the knowledge that I'm teaching my daugher things that'll serve her in well as she becomes sexually active and the fact that her first lover, the one she wants to bed her for the first time, is her father."

Billie grabbed at my hips, pulling me to her such that my cock was pressing into her as it began to swell.

"You don't think you're being a little presumptive?"

Billie rolled her eyes and sighed, then shook her head. "I believe, when all I said and done, that two of the best friends I have to look forward to, are my daughters; Jessica and I are already well on our way, especially if I can just get her to leave that journalism major alone."

"I didn't think they were together anymore."

Billie sighed and shook her head again. "They were still going out as of last Sunday. But, as I was saying, I think, in the long run, the relationship I have with my daughters will blossom into a really strong friendship. But regardless of all the other dynamics involved, there's always a special bond between fathers and daughters... sons and mothers, too... that's different.

"You remember when they were little; they fought over which one would get to marry you when they grew up."

I nodded and laughed. It would have been nothing but funny if Kelly hadn't become so upset when we explained to her that I was married to their mother; she and her sister would fine young men to marry when they grew up for husbands of their own.