Loud and Clear

I'm not sure how long I stood there before finally gathering my wits about me. When I finally do the very first thing I did was undo and pull my belly button ring out and toss it in the trash. The second thing I did was phone up Josh and dump his punk ass. He was upset and confused but I simply did not care. He couldn't hold a candle to Daddy, not as a lover and not as a man.

I run over again and again what Dad has said to me. He didn't like piercings, insinuating I should get rid of it. He liked Mom's perfume, insinuating I should wear it. He said he wouldn't be home until...after dark. Just like last night! With no piercing to give me away and wearing my mother's fragrance there would be nothing to distinguish her and I in the dark of night. This couldn't be real.

And it wasn't just what he said. It was how he said it. His cheeks were still flushed from seeing my bare butt and teen pussy when he told me these things. His voice had been measured and careful, but brimming over with some hidden meaning. Was I imagining that? He wouldn't knowingly commit ****, would he? He wouldn't purposely cheat on my Mom, would he?

I continue mulling it over as I clean up the dishes from my father's breakfast. No matter how I looked at it it seemed he was inviting me to “trick” him again. Was I imagining this? What was he really telling me? Was I crazy? The invitation seemed so obvious, and yet...it couldn't be. Could it? Gah!

I wander the house in something of a daze as I dare to dream of another night of forbidden pleasures. But that would only work if Mom stayed away for another night. Did Daddy know something I didn't? There was that phone call I heard him on this morning...

Hurrying to my room I quickly find my phone and text.

“Hey Mom! How's the visit?”

I send it and hope that my Mother couldn't somehow magically infer the ulterior motive for my question. Sitting on the edge of my bed I stare at the screen and wait for a response. Mercifully I don't have to wait long.

“Your Father didn't tell you?” The message says.

I could feel my heart beating in my chest. My mouth was dry and my palms clammy. With trembling fingers I reply.

“Nah, what's up?”

The wait, though no more than half a minute, stretched on for an eternity.

“Grandma twisted her ankle. Nothing serious but I'm going to stick around for a few days to help out.”

In a swoon I fall back onto my bed, arms out wide, and stare up at the ceiling with the biggest happiest dreamiest smile of my life. That message was all the confirmation I needed. Mom would be gone for days yet. Dad and I had the place all to ourselves. The way was free and clear for another unholy “mistake” to happen in the pitch black of the witching hour.

I got your message Daddy. I got your message loud and clear!