She was standing there
A couple of years ago, my wife had gone to work early and I had the day off, so I stayed in bed, pulled off my pajamas, and treated myself to a well deserved wank. I had my eyes closed and was slowly stroking, enjoying myself, making it last, until I couldn’t hold back any longer and let it fly. When I was empty, I opened my eyes to look for the tissue box, and there, standing by the side of the bed, was my teenage daughter.
I kept my composure. I thought briefly about trying to cover myself, but what was the point of that? My daughter and I looked at each other and I had no idea what to say.
But she did. You know what she said? “I’m making pancakes for breakfast. I came to ask if you wanted some.”
I nodded my head, and she turned to leave the room. Before she left, she handed me the tissue box.
I dressed quickly and came downstairs to the kitchen. I had rehearsed something pointless to say, but when I got there, she preempted me. “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
You must be logged in to post wall comments or like a story. Please login or signup (free).