Point was…I didn’t know what to say to Mia. Obviously she knew the facts. And worse, it now appeared she knew a lot more than what she was telling me on top of all that.
“You know dad, it’s not healthy for you to be going without.”
That made me chuckle in spite of the rather bizarre conversation we were suddenly having.
“Oh? And you’re an expert on that?” I shot back.
“At least I’m happy,” she responded. “Seriously…if you and mom are tired of doing the nasty together, maybe you should at least hook up with someone who is…like maybe Aunt Susan!”
That response surprised me, and this time I really did spew out my coffee, which I’d just sipped.
“Jesus Mia!” I spat as I likewise spilled the rest of my coffee all over the table. Mia stood up in order to fetch some paper towels. That damn ass of hers filling my eyes as she did. Even as she sauntered back with the roll handing it to me, she said, “You have any idea who it is mom’s sleeping with?”
“No!” I said simply, confirming no doubt that I did know as I began mopping up my spilled coffee off the table. “And I’m not sure I want to know either. Our problems are ours to work out…if we can. But regardless of that, in answer to your previous question, divorce as far as I’m concerned is out of the question!”
“So even though mom’s fucking someone else…you’re willing to live with the situation the way that it is?”
It’s not like I hadn’t heard the word before, and even on occasion out of her own mouth, though never pointedly directed towards me. Still, it was a bit odd hearing her use it in this context.
“Ok, we’re having a few problems admittedly, and yeah…maybe mom is seeing, someone. But I don’t think it’s serious, or she’d have approached me by now about moving out. I do think she’s just trying to find a way to have some pleasure, which unfortunately at the moment…isn’t with me.”
“So? Like I said before then. Maybe you should start doing the same thing. Not healthy for you to go without for so long. And I don’t think jerking off all the time is any substitute for that either! Trust me…I know!”
Only then did I realize that Mia too had in fact broken up with her long time boyfriend of several years only recently. At one point, Thomas and I had thought she was about to be proposed to, though we were both glad when it didn’t come about, as we wanted to see her finish her education first before she even considered doing that. For several days, she had in fact mopped about the house driving everyone nuts, and then just as quickly almost overnight, resigning herself to the situation perhaps, once again acting like her old self.
Though hearing now that my own daughter obviously masturbated wasn’t something I was quite prepared to stand there and hear coming out of her mouth. New visions suddenly filled my head briefly. My cock involuntarily lurching with the sudden interest upon hearing that. Once again, I had to take my mind out and sweep everything away before I stood there thinking about it any further.
We managed to get through the next few minutes without making it any worse than it already was. After cleaning up, Mia announced she was headed upstairs to dress and head off to the mall to meet up with her girlfriend.
“Well, go back down to your den, enjoy your…game,” she said grinning at me. “Or whatever else it was you planned on enjoying,” she added. “But just so you know…even if you’re not curious, I am. So…if I do find out who it is mom’s been sleeping with, I’ll let you know…unless of course you’d really rather not.”
“I wish you wouldn’t,” I informed her. “But even if you do…keep it to yourself. We’ll find a way to work this all out one way or the other, and the last thing I need is to muddy up the waters even more so than they are already.”
“Suit yourself,” Mia told me, and then scurried upstairs to her room. I stood below her at the landing watching her go. I allowed myself the defiance of staring at my daughter’s tight sweet ass as some form of recompense for my own failures perhaps, not to mention my lack of having any sort of sex-life beyond my own hand.
Watching her finally disappear, I noticed just before she did that she paused briefly at the top of the stairs looking down, and then reached down, yanking her sweatshirt up and over the top of her head. For the briefest of moments, I saw her exquisite bare breasts before she disappeared from view.
“Fuck me!” I said to myself, and then headed back down towards my den.
**
Several days passed. Same old routines, same old problems. I found myself trying to lose myself at work getting home later and later every night. Finally it was Wednesday night. Tom’s night at her weekly book club. I knew she’d already be gone by the time I got home, as was usually the case. And as expected, she’d left a note for me to that extent, along with a mention about dinner waiting for me in the microwave.