Chapter 4

Tym came down next, she bent and kissed my cheek.

“Morning, Daddy!” she said, “How was your trip?”

“Good.” I said.

“Just good, or like; GOOD?” she asked.

“Hi, I’m Freddy.” Freddy said nervously.

Tym ignored him, which I found rude.

Cucthao was mixing waffle batter when Diane came down a few minutes later, and the three women started chattering in Vietnamese.

“Should I like, fuck off out of here?” Freddy asked me.

“I don’t know, it’s not my house.” I said.

“So like, whose house is it?” he asked.

“The hot Vietnamese lady.” I said.

“Which one?”

“Your one.” I laughed.

“She told me she’s the housekeeper.” He said.

“Well, she does the housekeeping so I suppose that she is also the housekeeper.” I reasoned as I took over the waffle production to let the women have their debate.

Voices raised, quieted, raised again. They gestured at Freddy and me, laughed, and argued some more.

“Waffle?” I asked Freddy.

“Yeah, cool.” Freddy agreed. “I’m starving.”

“Put you through the ringer, did she?” I asked.

“Yeah. Hey man, are you like, her husband or something?” he asked nervously.

“No, don’t worry, Cucthao is a free agent.”

“Ok cool, I don’t want to step on any toes you know. Do you have any idea what they’re arguing about?”

“Us I suppose. More coffee?”

“Yeah, great.” He said. “They seem a bit pissed off.”

“Don’t worry about it, they’re always like that when they bicker in Vietnamese. ANY OF YOU WANT WAFFLES? No chance, they’ve tuned us out.”

“I’ll have another if they’re going down.” Freddy said.

Diane came back into the kitchen after a few minutes; “Sorry, you have to go.” She said.

“Ok, no problem.” Freddy said, getting up quickly.

“Not you, John.” Diane said.

“Really? Why?” I asked.

“Sorry John, I like you and everything but it’s too complicated with you here. You know, the history and all that.”

I nodded my understanding. She was right, how could it possibly work when I’d been with all three of them?

“Wait, wait, wait!” Cucthao intervened, “This is my house and I’ll say who can stay. John, you don’t go.”

Diane said something in Vietnamese and I heard her mention Tym.

“Ok, this is about Tym?” I interrupted.

“John should stay, I’ll go.” Tym said.

“Wow, this is getting heavy, I think I should go.” Freddy said.

“No Freddy, you DEFINITALLY don’t go! Everyone stays!” Cucthao insisted.

“Sit down and eat waffles.” I suggested, “No one leaves until after breakfast at least.”

Tym had broken up with me, she actually encouraged my relationship with her mother, but now she’d decided to be upset about it.

“I thought you were with that new guy.” I said to her when we were alone in the garden later.

“Didn’t work out.” She said. “He’s a nice guy, we just wanted different things.”

“What did he want?”

“Me.”

“And what did you want?”

“You.”

“Come on, I’m an old fart. What do you want me for?”

“You’re my daddy.” She said quietly, and came close.

“I can still be that if you’re with him or not.” I said.

“Not the way I want you to be.” She said. “It’s not exactly convenient you know. I want to grow out of it, I’m a 25 year old lawyer for fuck sake! And he was good with me, he kept me out of trouble, he was good in bed and everything. But he, well, he wasn’t you.

“But I get it, I’m too young, you’re too old, I split up with you and you’re with my mom now. I just can’t be in the house when you’re here too, but we’re not sleeping together.

“It hurts, Daddy. I don’t want to be in the way, I can get my own place. I’m a 25 year old lawyer. Sorry, I have to keep repeating that until I believe it. You and Mom are just so good together.”

I put my arm around her thin shoulders, then realized I probably shouldn’t have, but taking it away would be worse.

“I’m sorry baby girl.” I told her.

“What’s going on here?” Diane said from behind us.

“We’re just having a talk.” I said.

I held out my other arm to Diane, just to be inclusive and show that a hug was just a hug.

“You bastard.” She said neutrally, “Are you trying to have us both?”

“Of course not.” I objected.

“Why not?” Tym asked.

“It worked for my mother and I with your father.” Diane reasoned, and I knew they’d already decided my fate.

“Hang on a minute.” I gasped, “Are you two serious?”

“Mom usually is but you know me, serious isn’t really my thing.” Tym said.

“There’s a price.” Diane said. “There’s no use beating around the bush, John. You’re too old to start making babies. Tym is just starting her career and I’m in the midst of mine. I know we said we’d leave it to chance, but you and I are too old, Tym is too young.”

That was ok by me; I never wanted a squealer. I was never totally against it, so long as I wasn’t the one cleaning the shit. But if everyone was happy without kids, so was I.

“So you are serious.” I concluded.

“Kiss her.” Diane whispered.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Just fucking do it, ok!” Diane insisted. So I did.

That skinny little cock squeezing body squirmed against me, her face tilted up and mine tilted down, and the fire was ignited again, the burning lust between Tym and I, that crazy desire that just shouldn’t happen when a 38 year age gap is standing between.

“Daddy, will you come up to my room and put me over your knee, and spank me a little?” she whispered in my ear.

“Why, have you been bad?” I asked.

“Not yet!” she laughed.

Diane had retreated into the house, and Freddy was looking at us wide eyed from the doorway.

“Wow.” He exclaimed as Tym and I hurried past him and up the stairs. “You people are different.”

I know you’re waiting to hear about the fuck of the century; but we didn’t do it. We talked.

Yeah, I can feel the derision from the audience; “You what??”

Talked and cuddled. And petted a little. It wasn’t a thing that could be turned on and off with a switch.

The next day Tym, Diane, and I went for a walk on the beach. Diane wore a one piece swim suit and looked great, Tym wore a bikini bottom and a tee shirt cut off just below the breasts so her lean belly was on view for all the other lechers who couldn’t have her.

“Oh Daddy, will you buy me an ice cream?” she gushed excitedly at a vendor’s cart.

Her mother raised her eyebrows in surprise at the display.

“Of course baby girl. What flavor?”

“You know I like to suck on vanilla, Daddy!” the 24 year old little girl lawyer exclaimed gleefully.

“Let’s go home, I want to have a closer look at that diploma.” Diane grumbled.

Freddy waved to us as we went into the house; he was mowing the lawn while Cucthao relaxed on a lawn chair in the shade.

Tym and Diane conferred in Vietnamese again, and it occurred to me I needed to learn that language.

Then Tym took my big hand in her small one and lead me upstairs to her room.

“I want to give you something.” She said.

She gave me a small box with a bow on it. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened it; inside there were several condoms and a tube of KY jelly.

“My ass.” She explained, on her knees behind me with her chin on my shoulder. “I want to give you my ASS Daddy!”

She let go of me and I twisted around to see her naked skinny ass was protruding in the air, her knees and elbows on the mattress.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” she pleaded, “Is it good?”

I reached my hand out to stroke her smooth round upturned bottom.

“Oh Babygirl, your ass is the best, beyond any doubt.”

She just sighed happily.

But I knew her; knew her like no one else knew her. She needed more than a nice loving fuck from me.

If she wanted nice, she would have stayed with the nice guy; instead, she was here with me. She made the choice because I could give her what she needed.

Discipline.

“You left me.” I said accusingly, “And that was ok. It was time for you to grow up and move on, but then you wedged yourself in between your mother and me. I really like her you know, she makes me happy.”

“Don’t I make you happy Daddy?” she whimpered, ass still up.

I pulled her over my thighs. She was naked, and my hard cock was throbbing in my pants between my thigh and her stomach.

WHACK!

I slapped that perfect little ass with my palm. Not too hard, just enough for sting.

“UUUh.” She grunted.

“Don’t interrupt!” I told her.

“Your mom is better for me, because even though she’s still much younger, at least she’s a grown up. And you, you’re just a kid. A little girl who needs to be spanked.”

WHACK!

“Uh! Yes Daddy.”

“I do love you, but you hurt me. And I love your mom, and she hasn’t hurt me. Your whole family is a mess, with your grandmother seducing teenaged boys, how am I supposed to live with you people?”

WHACK!

“Uh! I’m sorry Daddy, what can I do to make up for it?”

“Your gorgeous little ass will do.” I said, “But you still need to be punished for what you’ve done, setting me up with your mam and then trying to break us up.”

“But I didn’t try to...”

WHACK!

“UH! Sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean to contradict you.”

“Then don’t! So it seems like things will work out; your mom is willing to let me be your daddy. But you know I’ll be sleeping with her, right?”

WHACK!

“Uh! Yes, Daddy.”

Her ass was pink; it was time to stop, or she’d be sore the next day when she was at work as a 24 year old lawyer.

I pushed her off of myself, and she stood. I threw my clothes off and leaned back, my cock throbbing and ready.

“Ok, put the condom on it.” I commanded.

Her eyes lit up; “Yes Daddy!” she chirped enthusiastically, and went to her task.

“You seem awfully familiar with that.” I said suspiciously, “Have you given your ass away before?”

“No, no Daddy! I swear, no one has ever been in there.”

She looked at me anxiously, waiting for approval. The game we played was that I withhold that for a minute.

“I put condoms on Jim for regular sex.” She added, “So you see, no one has polluted me anywhere Daddy!”

“No? What about your mouth? What about your throat?”

She looked down at her feet in shame.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She said guiltily. “It won’t happen again.”

I stood and put my hands under her armpits, and lifted her as I turned to the bed; then I threw her so she landed on her back in the middle of it.

“See that it doesn’t.” I told her, “I’m not a yo yo you can throw away and then reel back in as you like! Roll over, ass up.” I commanded, and she obeyed instantly, like the good girl she was.

I lubed her anus and proceeded to carefully squeeze my old cock past her tight sphincter.

“Uh! UHHHH!” she grunted, but held her position.

Once the tip was past the entrance, the rest of me slid in without further difficulty. Tym grunted and gasped, keeping still as I carefully went where no man had gone before. Deeper, into the dark warm depths of degradation.

“Do you like that, Babygirl?” I asked her.

“Yes Daddy.” She grunted.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes Daddy.” She grunted again.

“Good.” I said, even though I didn’t actually enjoy administering pain to her.