Chapter 3

As teenagers commonly do, Izzy regularly sequestered herself in her room for hours at a time. Sometimes, if Dan was going to be out of the house for at least a few hours, Sarah would join her. Dan was blissfully ignorant of this. Though he knew Sarah had been answering questions and sharing ‘girl talk’ with their daughter, she never gave Dan the full details. So, he only knew his busty wife occasionally helped their daughter learn about her blossoming body in a safe, non-judgmental manner. Sarah had mentioned, in passing, many times about the horrors of growing up in fear of her mother’s ultra-strict rules about self-pleasure, not to mention the promise of a hell bound eternity should she give in to the temptations of the flesh.

On only one occasion, Dan had pressed Sarah for more details about the ‘ultra-strict rules’. Sarah had tearfully recalled a time when her mother had walked into Sarah’s room and found her masturbating, using her fingers to strum her 15-year-old vagina. At that point, she hadn’t even tried to insert a finger in herself, all her exploration had been external. None of this mattered to Sarah’s incensed mother. The elder woman became enraged, grabbing Sarah by her hair and pulling her off the bed, screaming about God’s wrath for unholy women while she dragged her crying and kicking daughter to the back door of the house. Once there, she pointed the naked Sarah toward the back yard and said, “go cut me a switch, you little hussy”. A lifetime of punitive discipline had taught Sarah not to argue. Completely bare, she went to the tree line in the back yard and found a suitable whipping branch. Not too slender, because it would dig into her flesh too easily - but not too brittle either. She knew from experience that if the switch broke while she was being disciplined, her mother would simply make her go find another one and start the punishment all over again.

She presented the instrument of pain to her mother who tested it briefly on the outside of Sarah’s right thigh. Satisfied with the weapon, she directed her daughter back inside and then to the teen’s room. “Bend over and hold on to that doorknob! How any child of mine could be so sinful in my own house, I’ll never know. But I guarantee you won’t do it again, you little hussy! I’m gonna beat Jesus back into you.” With that, Sarah’s mother began swinging the switch, angrily striping her daughter’s tiny rump with welts. Sarah knew better than to protest or scream in pain. Past experience had proven that her mother would only extend the punishment. As it was, the brutal whipping continued for almost five solid minutes. And though Sarah did her best to suppress her sobs, her nose ran and tears streamed down her face while her body shook in pain in anger.

After the last searing stripe was delivered to her backside, Sarah heard her mother say, “Stand up, turn around and hold out your hands! Palms up!” Sarah did as she was commanded. Her mother then used the switch to deliver about a dozen strikes across Sarah’s tender hands. “That oughta teach you that you better listen to me and God! If I catch you touchin’ yourself again, I swear to our Lord almighty that I’ll beat you so bad, you won’t be able to touch yourself! Do you understand me?!”

Sarah looked her mother in the eyes defiantly before quietly answering, “Yes ma’am.”

Upon hearing this, Dan asked Sarah to stand up and he went behind her. Sure enough, there were tiny, thin scars still on Sarah’s butt cheeks. After more than 12 years of healing, the marks had mercifully grown so faint that he’d never even noticed them before. She held out her hands and showed him the tiny scars that still remained there, adding spidery marks across her palms, which were otherwise satin-smooth.

“You always wanted to know why I didn’t invite my mother to our wedding”, Sarah said, “and I told you it was because she and I don’t get along. Well, now you know the full reason why. She is a cruel and icy-cold woman, unfit to be a mother. I promised myself that I wouldn’t be like her in any way, especially with kids. And I never, ever want to see that bit ... person again.” She slowly calmed as Dan held her close and let her cry out her anger.

Sarah was adamant that Izzy would not be subjected to such anguish, and rightly so. When it came to spending ‘alone time’ with Izzy, Dan simply believed Sarah was being a kind mother, ensuring their daughter would be better prepared for the world at large.

While Dan had never been subjected to physical abuse, he certainly recalled how much his parents and the church railed against pleasures of the flesh. He could still clearly remember his own experience in Sex Ed class at a public junior high school. The material was cold, clinical and the teacher purposely rushed through it to a classful of snickering kids. It was a miracle anyone ever actually learned anything. The teacher had given his own version of the church’s fire-laced admonishment; “Sex is evil unless it’s between a married man and woman! End of story. If you have premarital sex, it will go down on your permanent record and you’ll get genital warts and die!” Dan still remembered, quiet clearly, the teacher actually saying those words! The poor man was actually a basketball coach and gym teacher who’d been roped in at the last minute as a substitute. Looking back on it, Dan had to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it. But at the time, it had scared the daylights out of him.

Aside from causing unwanted pregnancies – and the medical terms for male and female genitalia - Dan hadn’t actually learned a thing. He quietly felt bad for his daughter, assuming Sarah’s lessons were also probably somewhat boring and clinical in their nature. He could not have been more wrong.

Following Sarah and Izzy’s first shared masturbation encounter, Sarah had visited Giddy, the lingerie shop. Though she was growing less shameful of her own sexuality, she purposely didn’t speak with Michelle that day. This was going to be a mother-daughter secret. Sarah purchased two identical vibrators – one for her and one for her daughter. They were each battery-operated, pink, slim and only about 5 inches long. While waiting in a short line at the cash register, Sarah began building a mental image of her daughter plowing herself with one of the plastic tools, her face screwed into a pleasure scream. The image made Sarah’s pussy begin to tingle, a puddle forming in her panties - which reminded her of another desired item. Briefly scanning the product rack of ‘impulse items’ near the register, she spotted and grabbed a tube of lubricant, adding it to her basket. That completed her shopping checklist.

Sarah did not intend to simply bring these toys into her daughter’s bedroom without warning. Instead, she planned to wait for Izzy to ask questions that might be best explored with the use of these items. She would hide them in the attic in a small box until such an opportunity presented itself.

Typically, Dan’s work week was fairly predictable. He had Mondays and Saturdays off. Tuesday through Thursday office hours were generally split between providing counsel or private prayer meetings in his office and community-focused outreach work around town. On Fridays, he’d stay alone in his office, preparing or finalizing a sermon for Sunday morning’s service.

Each Tuesday morning would begin with a small staff meeting where the known events for the week were outlined and, if necessary, discussed. The meeting typically included James, Stephen, Gloria (the secretary) and, of course, Dan. Occasionally, the choir director or some of the wives would be brought in to discuss matters listed on the agenda, but not every week.

One particular week, Gloria mentioned a new, unlisted meeting had been added for Wednesday morning. “Charlene Stingel wants to meet with you and James”, she announced.

James groaned and muttered, “Well, this oughta be good...” while Gloria chuckled.

“I’m sensing a backstory here. Can someone clue me in?” Dan asked.

“If you’ll allow me, Gloria”, James said. She nodded. “Mrs. Charlene Stingel is a lady we’ve met with many times. She was raised in the church and used to follow our teachings. Now, she won’t listen to reason. Always wants to argue with us about it. And it’s not like we can say ‘no’ to meeting her. But it’s always such a chore...” James sounded a bit defeated. “Is she bringing Jeremy with her this time?”

Gloria shook her head. “She said he’s gonna drop her off here. She wants to meet at 9AM.”

James looked at Dan and shrugged his shoulders. “Not much we can do, I guess. I’ll be here if you will, Dan.”

Obviously, Dan still had very little information, but couldn’t see the harm in meeting a member of the community. “I’ll be here. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Gloria made a note and they moved on to the next agenda item.

After the meeting concluded Dan pulled James aside and asked for more background on Charlene Stingel. James sighed heavily, but answered in his typical, friendly manner.

“Charlene’s husband died, oh ... nearly 16 years ago. They had only one child, a boy. He’s called Jeremy. Well, after her husband passed, she had to raise little Jeremy by herself. And several years later, when Jeremy hit puberty, Charlene took it on herself to educate the boy in ways that would keep her happy, if you know what I mean. Now that boy’s almost 20 years old himself and he ain’t even trying to look for a woman to marry. Can you imagine? He’d rather stay at home, lovin’ on his Momma!”

He continued. “For the longest time, Charlene would come in here and try to tell Charlie or me that she was just following what the book of Titus told her. But it doesn’t say that at all, does it? It specifically talks about daughters, not sons. But every time one of us would point that out, she’d just get mad and storm out. I’m afraid she might have asked for a meeting just to rehash this same stuff with you.”

There were several items in James’ explanation that needed unpacking. Dan chose to focus on the non-controversial one first. “Why is she just now coming for a meeting? I’ve been here over 14 years!”

James shrugged. “My guess is that she only recently heard about Charlie dying. She and Jeremy live way back in the hills. I mean, way, way back - no phone, no indoor plumbing, might not even have electric. And since she got mad at us for not sanctioning her relationship with Jeremy, she stopped coming to church regularly. Oh, they might have breezed through for Christmas or Easter services, but these days, she and her son don’t come to us very often.”

“Alright then”, Dan replied after a few moments, “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.”

The next morning, Gloria introduced Charlene to Dan. “It’s nice t’ meet yew, Pastor Dan. I shore was sorry t’ hear ‘bout Pastor Charlie though. Me an’ him didn’t always agree on ever-thang, but he was a good man.”

James answered, “Thank you for that, Charlene. That’s very kind.”

Dan then spoke, “It’s nice to meet you too. So, what brings you to us today, Mrs. Stingel?”

“Oh please. It’s jus’ Charlene”, she said. Dan nodded politely.

“Firs’ thangs firs’; I want ya’ll t’ know that I don’ hold no sort o’ grudge t’wards ya’ll ‘r th’ church. Not no more, anyways.”

James exhaled with relief before she continued.

“But I got me a couple other reasons fer comin’ t’ see ya’ll t’day. One of ‘em’s ‘bout me an’ my baby ... not Jeremy ... I mean th’ one what’s still in my belly. An’ ‘fore yew ask, yes, Jeremy’s the daddy.”

Dan took briefly scanned the seated woman. She appeared to be in her late 30’s. She was clearly well-acquainted with hard work as evinced by her chipped fingernails, calloused hands and weather-worn skin. Aside from these superficial drawbacks, she was a handsome woman, Dan thought. Nothing about her figure would suggest that she was with child.

She seemed to sense Dan’s suspicion and said, “The doctor tol’ me last week that I got another bun in th’ oven. Now, what I wanna know is will yew baptize my baby after it’s born? I know ya’ll don’t approve of me an’ Jeremy, but that ain’t the baby’s fault. I jus’ want th’ nex’ young-un t’ be raised up right in the church.”

James’ frustration began to bubble to the surface again, but before he could speak, Dan answered her.

“Missus ... Charlene, I will be happy to baptize your baby in the name of our Lord. A child doesn’t get to choose their parents. And, as you said, any differences you’ve had with the church in the past are not the fault of that little one. So, while we may still disagree with you about certain things, I fully support your attempt to try raising the child in a Godly manner. Having said that, you, Jeremy and I should have a heart-to-heart in the near future. As mature adults, we need to come to an understanding about how your relationship should be handled and addressed within the church. I think it would be best for you two and more importantly, the child. Do you agree?”

Charlene nodded. “Yes sir, ‘at makes perfec’ sense t’ me.”

James had relaxed again and nodded his agreement with Dan’s tactful approach. “What else is on your mind, Charlene?” he asked.

“Well, we got us a neighbor fam’ly up by our place. The momma o’ that fam’ly, she’s a widder, like me, an’ she’s been raisin’ ‘em young-uns up by her own sef fer more’n ten years an’ ain’t one of ‘em ‘at’s been t’ church in all ‘at time! You b’lieve ‘at? Oh, they got a Bible on the mantle and all, but they ain’t no Jesus in ‘at house, lemme tell yew. So I was talkin’ with ‘er an’ she said she was raised up in th’ church hersef, but they ain’t got no way t’ git down here an’ brang ‘em kids o’ hers. So then I said sump’n t’ Jeremy ‘bout it an’ he said he’d brang ‘em down here himsef! I got me a good one wi’ ‘at boy...”

Dan sensed Charlene’s topic might have been lost, so he tried to steer her back toward it. “So, Jeremy’s going to bring them to Sunday services?”

“Yes sir. Well ... maybe. Ya’ see, the nex’ part is that she don’ trus’ th’ church no more since Pastor Charlie died. So, she wants t’ meet wi’ yew, Pastor Dan. If’n she feels like she can trus’ yew, they’ll start comin’ t’ church reg’lar-like.”

“Oh, I see”, Dan answered. “Well, I’ll be happy to take a drive out there sometime and meet with her.”

James began to shake his head vigorously before Charlene spoke up again. “I wouldn’ do ‘at, if I was yew. Yer liable t’ git yer head blowed clean off”, she chuckled. “Ain’t no way yew oughta go out t’ her place without her knowin’ yew an’ yer vee-hicle firs’. How ‘bout I tell ‘er that I met yew and I thank yer alright. Then maybe I can talk ‘er into comin’ t’ town wi’ me some afternoon an’ ya’ll can meet then. Is ‘at alright?”

Dan nodded. “That’s fine. Just, please, try to give me a little notice. I don’t want you to come all the way into town and have trouble finding me.”

“That sounds fine t’ me”, Charlene said while standing. She extended her right hand for a strong-gripped shake. “It was awful nice t’ meet yew, Pastor Dan. I thank we’re gonna git along jus’ fine.”

She turned toward the door and looked over her shoulder to address James. “Nice t’ see yew too ... Jimmy.” James bristled at the childish use of his given name. That woman still knew how to get on his nerves.

Upon exiting the room, she closed the door behind her, leaving James to stew and Dan wondering how he should counsel Charlene and Jeremy without going against the doctrines of the church that employed him. On one hand, he still believed that the Bible forbade incest, as shown in Leviticus. On the other hand, this church didn’t recognize that Biblical book. It certainly would require a lot of prayer and studying.

As with most evenings, Sarah had prepared supper. After the table was set, she called out for her husband and daughter to join her for the meal. For several years, Dan had been in the practice of coming home from work, kissing his wife, then disrobing in their bedroom. If he felt particularly grimy, he would grab a quick shower before joining the rest of his family. That evening was no different than the many hundreds before it. Naked and fresh from the shower, Dan found his wife in the kitchen and kissed her briefly before taking his seat at the table. Sarah raised her voice just a tiny bit more and called once more for Izzy. Soon enough, Izzy bopped into the room and plopped down in her chair at the table.

As she entered the room, Dan’s eyes were immediately drawn to his daughter’s form. Her breasts seemed even bigger than yesterday! He knew that wasn’t possible. It was more likely that he simply had been consciously not looking at her body for a while, fearing he’d become aroused. Though Izzy didn’t notice her father’s bulging eyes and slack jaw, Sarah certainly did. “We went to the shop today and got Izzy some new bras. Couldn’t wait any longer, Dan. She’s already outgrown every other one we’ve bought for her.”

Dan gulped and made a tiny, growling noise. Almost a murmur.

Sarah had her husband right where she wanted him. “All I have to do is get him really worked-up and horny thinking about Izzy and he won’t be able to control himself with me tonight”, she thought while doing her best to maintain a calm facade. Though she was rarely without his favors in the bedroom, she’d been especially turned on today. And it began while she watched her daughter trying on her new bras.

Ever since her first bra shopping experience, Izzy had demanded that her mother join her in the changing room. After all, Sarah had been carrying around huge knockers her entire life, it seemed. Who better to get a proper bra fitting from than her own over-busty Momma?

After they’d selected a few bras from the rack, they chose an open fitting room and closed themselves inside it. At once, Izzy removed her shirt and the bra she’d worn, which was showing obvious signs of being overburdened. Even with the straps adjusted as leniently as possible, the garment pushed way too much of Izzy’s titty meat upward. “I feel like it’s trying to squeeze me to death, Momma. I mean, I guess I could wear my sports bra, but it squeezes me real tight too, obviously”, she’d said that morning. When the petite teen was finally able to remove unclasp the boulder holder, her enormous cans sprung forward. They made such an entrance, Sarah wouldn’t have been surprised to hear cartoon ‘boi-oi-oing’ sounds! Izzy’s breasts showed where the bra had been too tight on her. Deep marks in her shoulders from the straps and angry red lines where the outer seams of the cups had been digging into her tender flesh. Her teen titties really did remind Sarah of her own when she’d been that age. The areolas were the same bubble gum pink color and wide, while a little puffier than the set she carried. Izzy’s little inverted nipples made her wobbly cans all the more enticing.

Without shame, Izzy massaged the soreness from herself briefly before Sarah handed her the first of the new bras to try on. It was a little prettier than what she’d worn before, less utilitarian. Egg shell white, a touch of lace, but not see-through. After donning it, Izzy inspected herself in the mirror before turning to face her mother. Sarah then carefully adjusted the straps to fit her petite daughter correctly. She slid one finger just inside the inner edge of each cup and traced toward, ensuring the garment wasn’t too tight for her daughter. She then cupped both her daughter’s hefty, bra-clad globes and dropped them, testing the bra’s abilities as a true foundation garment.

“I like this one, Momma. It makes me feel pretty” Izzy said.

“Well, it certainly looks good on you, honey. To be honest, this one’s a bit pricier than I planned on for today, since you keep growing out of ‘em so fast. But I think you deserve it, honey. You’ve been good at home, your grades are still where they need to be ... what the heck? It’ll be like an extra birthday present. What do you say?”

Izzy clapped her hands and jumped up and down a couple times, further testing the bra’s capabilities, before hugging her mother. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“We still need to get a couple more, honey. You can’t wear that one every day. So, take that one off and let me double-check the size. Then, I’ll go find two more, but plain looking.”

Izzy followed her mother’s instructions, baring her astounding bosom once again while handing the lacier garment to Sarah, who checked the tag. “Holy mother of ... that’s...” Feeling a bit light-headed and stunned, Sarah sat down on the fitting room bench.

“What’s wrong, Momma?” a concerned Izzy demanded.

Sarah waved away her daughter’s concern and held up the bra. “Read the size. I wanna make sure I saw it right.”

Izzy looked at the tag and said, “32E”. Sarah shook her head in amazement again. “That’s what I thought. Whew! Honey, you’re only 14 and you’re already almost as big as I was in high school! Actually, you’re a little bit thinner than I was ... so you might actually be bigger than I was.”

Stepping out of the fitting room, she thought, “Sweet Lord in Heaven! Dan is absolutely gonna lose his mind when he gets his hands on those titties.” And that’s when the tingle in her pussy started to get her attention.

Focusing on the task at hand, she made her way back to the racks and found 2 more bras of the proper size. Plain, boring and aesthetically built for your grandma. They were the only kind that could keep Izzy from bouncing lewdly while playing with the other young teens. Or walking down the street. Izzy was just like Sarah.

Dan had been able to compose himself and stop staring at his daughter long enough to finish dinner without incident, though he did eat rather quickly and did not engage in any conversation. After his plate was clean, he excused himself and stepped into the garage to work on something. Anything. He silently prayed and thanked God for keeping him from getting an erection at the dinner table, in front of his daughter. But the image of her firm, heavy teen globes kept popping into his mind and even standing naked in the chilly garage, he found himself sporting a semi. While he was considering a cold shower, Sarah came and joined him.

“Whatcha working on out here, handsome?” she asked with a smile.

“Nothing really. I ... I just needed to get away from Izzy for a little bit. Honey, I hate to say it’s true, but I almost got an erection sitting at the table next to her.”

“Aw, sweetie”, Sarah hugged him and calmed him. “I know that’s a line you’re not ready to cross yet. But you’ve gotta know it’s coming sooner than later. She’s getting more and more curious every day and it’s plain to see how much her body arouses you”, she looked down at Dan’s erection. It was well on its way to becoming a force to be reckoned with. “So, I know it’s not what you planned, but you better get comfortable with the idea toot suite, sugar bear.” She hugged him again briefly and kissed him on the cheek before moving back toward the door that led back to the kitchen.

“By the way, you better not waste that hard-on by jerking it yourself, I’ve got plans for you, mister.” She began walking away but said over her shoulder, “Izzy’s already headed to her room for the night, so you don’t have to hide that when you come back in.”

Dan smiled and followed her inside to their bedroom.

“I’ve been thinking about your big, juicy cock almost all day, honey”, Sarah announced. “And I’m already so wet, I don’t think there’s anything we can do to make me more ready than I am now.” She got on all fours on the bed, knowing how much he liked to watch her tits swing while fucking her from behind. “But you’re so big, I still need you to be gentle when you start, okay honey?”

“Okay”, Dan replied while moving behind her. After the pregnancy, Sarah had put in a great deal of exercise and work trying to regain her pre-baby figure. And while she didn’t look exactly like she had before, the differences were minimal. A few faint stretch marks on her lower tummy. Her stupendous breasts hung just a little lower than they had. Her pussy was just the tiniest bit looser than it had been, but still very tight and warm. From more than a few feet away, she still looked the same as the day of her wedding. Dan knew he was, without question, the most blessed man on the planet.

As he eased the head of his hefty cock into her sweet passage, he found her wetter than ever. Her juices were so copious, it was almost obscene. Even her outer folds were slimy with her excitement. “Ohhhhh...” they moaned in near unison as more of his prong plowed into her primed pussy.

Soon, she felt him bottom out. His thighs were touching hers and she could feel the bulbous head of his girthy meat bumping into her cervix. “You don’t have to take your time tonight, honey”, Sarah informed him. “I’m so ready to cum, it won’t take long. Oh! Hmgnm ... yeah ... reach down and squeeze my titties, baby ... oh yeah ... uh-huh ... now really give it to me hard, baby! Push that big dick in me as deep as you can! Oh...”

Dan was unable to form words, so the only noises he made were grunts, growls and groans. Before long, their actions had the expected effect, and he felt his balls begin to draw up. “Gonna cum, sweetie”, he announced.

“Wait!” Sarah pulled herself forward, freeing his thick dong from her sluice before flopping onto her back and spreading her legs wide. “C’mere, baby. I wanna feel your weight on me when you to cum inside me like this.”

Dan eagerly scrambled into place and, at her insistence, rammed the entirety of his meat missile inside her again, pushing her breath out of her. “Ooof”, she muttered. After a few moments, she urged him to continue. Wrapping her legs around his hips, her heels spurring him onward and her slender arms around his neck, holding him close, her fleshy fun bags pressed into his chest, she brought her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I want you to cum in my pussy, Daddy.”

Dan lost all sense of control. He blasted her innards with what seemed like a half-gallon of jizz. Even after his balls were empty, his member continued to spasm and twitch inside her sloppy snatch. Eventually, he rolled to the side and while still panting, he raised the obvious topic. “I’m almost afraid to know the answer ... but where did that come from?”

Sarah smirked and kissed him. “It was purely mercenary, my dear. I wanted to see if I could get you so turned on that you’d act like an animal, and you did and I liked it. I also wanted to prove to you that you’re not as all-fire-set-against the idea of loving on Izzy as you say you are.”

Dan protested, “But ... she’s our ... how can I ... it’s not like ... it’s just...”

Sarah patted him on the chest. “We’ve been over this a thousand times. I know every one of your objections. And to be honest, I think your uncertainty about it makes you all the more perfect for what needs to be done. You’re so scared of doing something that hurts her that you’d forego your own satisfaction. To me, that proves you’re the right man for the job.”

“If it helps you get your mind around it, then think of it as just something you’re doing for Izzy’s sake. You show her pleasure and love and teach her the way only a good man like you can teach her. You don’t have to take pleasure in it, if you don’t want to. But after all these years, I think I might know you better than you know yourself, sugar bear.”

She kissed him again before rising to take a brief cleansing shower. Afterward, they changed the bed linens and fell asleep together.

The next morning, Izzy met her mother in the kitchen and after a brief good morning hug, went to the fridge and began searching for something. “Where’d you put the pudding?” Izzy wanted to know.

“Wha ... pudding? You don’t think we’re having that for breakfast, do you?” Sarah quizzed her daughter while wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“No, mother, I don’t want it for breakfast ... I just ... nevermind”, Izzy closed the fridge and began helping her mother with breakfast preparations. Sarah shook her head with confusion before continuing her task.

Later, while everyone was eating, Sarah asked her daughter, “I can’t get it out of my mind, honey. Why were you looking for pudding this morning? I don’t get it. I mean, we can make some later, if you like, but what made you want it this morning?”

“I didn’t want to eat it, Momma. I just wanted to check and see if ... never mind, it doesn’t matter.”

“Nuh-uh, missy. I asked you a question, so you’ll answer me”, Sarah chided.

Izzy sighed and rolled her eyes, like teenagers do, before she began blushing. “Well ... last night ... I could hear you two moaning and stuff, so I figured you were having sex. But then I heard a different noise and it sounded just like you were stirring up a batch of pudding with that big wooden spoon!” Dan began to blush.

Izzy continued, “So I figured I would just check the fridge this morning and if I saw a big bowl of pudding, then I must have been wrong about ya’ll having sex last night. But there’s no pudding in there ... so...”

Dan began sputtering, trying to find a way to explain away his daughter’s confusion. Thankfully, Sarah intervened. “Izzy, honey ... let’s just finish breakfast, okay? I need to get your Daddy off to work, then you and I can talk some more, alright?”