You have an Enlightening Conversation

It occurs to you that there is something off kilter with this conversation. If Sarah’s mom was truly as upset she was acting, why wouldn't she tell Sarah’s father, or call the cops.

“Well? Have you?” Phyllis asks, again.

“Phyllis, you wouldn’t be here asking that question if you didn’t already know the answer,” you tell her.

Phyllis closes her mouth, tilting her head a little, the same way Sarah does, as she ponders your answer.

“Phyllis, you're obviously not nearly as mad as your acting, simply by the fact your husband didn’t show up with a baseball bat, or with a police officer,” you tell her.

“John, we both know Sarah is eighteen. So unless you **** her, which, judging from the happy, 'I’ve been fucked' smile plastered to her face at breakfast this morning, isn’t the case,” Phyllis tells you.

Privately, hearing that Sarah was not having any day-after regrets made you want to pump your hand in the air. Still unsure of what Phyllis wants, you decide to stop beating around the bush, so to speak.

“Phyllis, that doesn’t explain that you didn’t tell your husband, so let's cut to the chase. What do you want to know?” you ask.

“Did Sarah tell you she wasn’t on the pill?" Phyllis asked.

“I’m well aware of the fact that she is not on the pill,” you reply, unable to hide the satisfaction in your voice.

“Well, did the condom break or something? You're an adult! You should be responsible!” She says, sounding slightly disturbed.

"We didn't use a condom, Phyllis" you inform her.

At your matter of fact answer, Phyllis’ jaw drops in dumbfoundment. She just sits there as her mind goes over your information.

“Okay, so what you're telling me is you invited my daughter over her for a tryst. During which you made love to her at least once. And, knowing she is unprotected AND FERTILE RIGHT NOW, you declined to use protection. And why is that?” she asks in a quiet tone.

“Well, Phyllis, after being married for ten years, it didn’t occur to me at first,” you answer.

“It didn’t occur to you!” Phyllis parrots, with a dangerous gleam in her eye.

“Honestly, no, it didn’t. But, I must say, that when Sarah makes a choice, she embraces it wholeheartedly!” you reply.

“What do you mean?” she questions.

“Well, after the first time, she told me that she liked the feel of my cum in her, and that from now on she never wanted me to pull out, for I ruined her for other men. Shortly thereafter, she asked me to take her back to bed and put a baby in her belly!” you say, your dick hardening in your pants, remembering the scene.

Phyllis looked like you'd hit her with a two by four. She swallowed several times, not saying anything as she decided what to ask next.

“What about Tina?” Phyllis asked. “She spent the night last night ……”

“Well Phyllis, I'll admit that was unplanned as well. You see, she came over after Sarah and I had just gotten done with our greeting. She quickly found out I was there, and like a smart girl put two and two together. Well, Sarah saw she was turned on and convinced her join us.” you say, ending on a delicate note.

“Are you out of your mind?” Phyllis asks.

“No, Phyllis, I’m not," you reassure her.

Phyllis sits back in the couch, slowly shaking her head. After about 30 seconds or so she mutters, “Serves the bastard right.”

“Which bastard?” you ask, hoping she's not referring to you.

“My husband, I’ve been telling him Sarah should be on the pill since she was sixteen, just in case. But, no.. "My little girl wouldn’t do anything like that!” Phyllis quotes bitterly.

“Shouldn’t you be just as angry at me?” you ask.

“At you? No, I’m worried, not mad. You see, I already talked with Sarah this morning, I am her mother, after all. She may not have been as graphic as you were, but she made it plain that making love with you was her choice and gladly made, at that,” Phyllis pauses. “No, what I’m bitter about is that my husband refuses to allow Sarah to go on the pill, but demands that me, his wife of eighteen years has to be on it, until about six months ago,” she finishes wearily.

“Why until six months ago,” you ask.

“Because, John, without telling me, until after the fact, he had a vasectomy,” she says.

“Yeah, no need for the pill if your firing blanks,” you tell her.

“But my problems between me and my husband and my upcoming divorce are besides the issue. Sarah has chosen you and if you weren’t married, I’d commend her for her choice. But no parent wants to see their child as a mistress. What are you willing to do for my child and, as she apparently wants, my grandchildren.”

“Phyllis, I make a very good living. Sarah will never want for anything. Tina either,” you tell her confidently.

“John Doe, you and I both know that you can only hide an affair for so long. Your wife will eventually find out, and then the shit will hit the fan,” Phyllis says prophetically.

“No, it won’t Phyllis,” you say.

“Why, if I found my husband was cheating on me with someone young enough to be my daughter, no less, I’d skin him alive!” she says.

“Follow me, Phyllis, and I’ll show you!” you tell her, standing up. Phyllis gets up and you lead her into your den, over to your desk. Reaching into your pocket, you retrieve your keys, and after finding the right one, insert it into a locked drawer. Opening the drawer, you remove a manila envelope, and opening up, remove an 8x10 glossy and hand it to Phyllis.

“Oh my god!” Phyllis says, looking at the photo of your wife nude, on her knees in the backyard, being reamed out by the pool boy.

“My wife had a two week fling about three months after Sarah first started babysitting for us so I’m pretty sure she’d say nothing,” you tell Phyllis, taking the photo back and locking it up.

“What about professionally, you could be ruined if the truth ever got out,” Phyllis wonders.

“As long as we're discreet, I don’t see that happening. Besides, I wanted your daughter for awhile and I made damn sure nothing would fuck it up!” you say.

Phyllis looks at you for a long time, trying to decide something before voicing it.

“What about the price for my silence?” Phyllis asks.