Chapter 3: First Gifts

I spent the morning in a daze.

After Ann had gone to sleep last night, I’d lain awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, recalling Ann’s calm insistence that we give Lily the same loving initiation her own parents had given her. I hadn’t said yes. I hadn’t said no. I had simply listened, my cock half-hard under the covers while she described exactly how she wanted to prepare our daughter.

I’d jerked off in the bathroom twice, trying to purge the images she’d planted—Lily’s face, her young body, the thought of her beneath me. But each time I came, the desire only seemed to grow, curling deeper into my gut like a seed taking root.

In the morning, Ann told me, “I’m taking Lily to lunch, I’m going to ask her if we can take her virginity. Together.”

I had swallowed. “Ann...”

She crossed the room, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “I won’t force anything. If she says no, we drop it. But I need to know if she wants what I had.” She left the room before I could answer.

Now it was noon. Ann had kissed me goodbye at 11:00, saying she was taking Lily out for a birthday lunch—just the two of them, mother and daughter. She’d worn that knowing smile, the one that said she was already planting the seeds in Lily’s mind. I’d stood in the doorway, watching her drive off, my cock half-hard and my conscience screaming.

I tried to work. I paced. I poured myself a whiskey I didn’t drink.

Then my phone buzzed at 11:47 AM.

Ann: Lunch was perfect. Lily wore that little sundress you like. We ordered salads and she kept asking questions about how it felt when my dad took my virginity. I told her everything. She blushed the whole time but never looked away.