and taking meds. But I just can’t tell him the details, or even the highlights.” Chelsea confessed.
“You don’t think he’ll understand?” Doc inquired.
“No, I think he’ll understand perfectly, but there’s nothing for him to do. The cause is solved, and buried. The damage is still real, and present, but he can’t do anything about that. What am I going to accomplish handing him an emotional ball of shit like this, when there is no way for him to get it back off his hands?”
“So, you are protecting him,” Doc pressed.
“I’m protecting both of us! I can’t stand the thought of him looking at me with shame and pain for things he had no piece of, or worse, trying to hide his shame and pain. Seriously, when does crap like that get fun?”
“Chelsea, you have come a long ways, and your father’s visits have been good mile markers for us. His visit for your wedding, for example, you were terrified to tell him what you had become . Do you remember thinking like that? You took it all on as your responsibility. You let them do this to you. You firmly believed that you agreed to be that way.”
Chelsea wiped at her eyes, “Yes, I remember that.”
“So, Chelsea, you’re right, it probably isn’t something you want to lay at your father’s feet, and say ‘here you go, deal with it’. But your reasons for not wanting to do so are so very far from where you began. And that’s why I asked.”
Chelsea thought about that and then nodded her understanding, “I haven’t felt like it was my fault in a long time.”
“Which is quite the rise for you,” Doc agreed. “So, Julia is three now, and running around the house, waking-up to crawl into bed with you at odd hours — how’s the sex life?”
Chelsea looked at her watch, “About to get better in thirty minutes.”
***
As soon as Julia was in the pool, Chelsea hurried to the office and pulled on Elias’ arm, “Come on, now,” she growled playfully.”
“Just a minute, let me finish with —”
“No! I’ll make it up with sweat labor at the bar if you want. We don’t have a minute,” she laughed, and yanked on him hard.
“I’m going to tickle you until you pee if you don’t cut it out,” he told her.
“Fine, but after,” she said, and yanked again.
“Done,” he said with a voice of victory, and for a moment she thought he was agreeing to the deal, and really intended to tickle her until she lost bladder control.
“Meep!” she squeaked, but then noticed that the transfer completion message was on the screen, meaning he was done with the transaction she was interrupting.
“What?” he asked, getting up, and coming at her.
“Nothing,” she lied innocently, and then grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom.
She began undressing before she reached their door, throwing her shirt and bra toward the closet as she crossed the threshold. Then starting on her pants, “Hurry up!” she hissed at him. “You know she’s going to have to tell us something soon!”
She got her blue jeans off and charged at him, as he was unzipping his. She reached in with well-practiced grace, and pulled his cock out, “You know what?” she teased, stroking him, “Just do me against the fucking wall, you slow old man.”
“Old huh?” he laughed.
And then she was spinning, and pressed against the wall beside the closed door, “Wee!” she squealed, her hair flying as she turned.
She lifted her ass as soon as she felt him, and then he rammed his cock into her with beautiful velocity. “Oh fucking sweetness!” she growled, her hands rubbing and clawing at the wall as he started pounding into her. “God I love you and your fucking cock,” she moaned, and pressed back with each of his thrusts.
Five years? Five fucking years? Wasn’t this shit supposed to be routine by now?
After ten minutes, her eyes were rolling like
“You don’t think he’ll understand?” Doc inquired.
“No, I think he’ll understand perfectly, but there’s nothing for him to do. The cause is solved, and buried. The damage is still real, and present, but he can’t do anything about that. What am I going to accomplish handing him an emotional ball of shit like this, when there is no way for him to get it back off his hands?”
“So, you are protecting him,” Doc pressed.
“I’m protecting both of us! I can’t stand the thought of him looking at me with shame and pain for things he had no piece of, or worse, trying to hide his shame and pain. Seriously, when does crap like that get fun?”
“Chelsea, you have come a long ways, and your father’s visits have been good mile markers for us. His visit for your wedding, for example, you were terrified to tell him what you had become . Do you remember thinking like that? You took it all on as your responsibility. You let them do this to you. You firmly believed that you agreed to be that way.”
Chelsea wiped at her eyes, “Yes, I remember that.”
“So, Chelsea, you’re right, it probably isn’t something you want to lay at your father’s feet, and say ‘here you go, deal with it’. But your reasons for not wanting to do so are so very far from where you began. And that’s why I asked.”
Chelsea thought about that and then nodded her understanding, “I haven’t felt like it was my fault in a long time.”
“Which is quite the rise for you,” Doc agreed. “So, Julia is three now, and running around the house, waking-up to crawl into bed with you at odd hours — how’s the sex life?”
Chelsea looked at her watch, “About to get better in thirty minutes.”
***
As soon as Julia was in the pool, Chelsea hurried to the office and pulled on Elias’ arm, “Come on, now,” she growled playfully.”
“Just a minute, let me finish with —”
“No! I’ll make it up with sweat labor at the bar if you want. We don’t have a minute,” she laughed, and yanked on him hard.
“I’m going to tickle you until you pee if you don’t cut it out,” he told her.
“Fine, but after,” she said, and yanked again.
“Done,” he said with a voice of victory, and for a moment she thought he was agreeing to the deal, and really intended to tickle her until she lost bladder control.
“Meep!” she squeaked, but then noticed that the transfer completion message was on the screen, meaning he was done with the transaction she was interrupting.
“What?” he asked, getting up, and coming at her.
“Nothing,” she lied innocently, and then grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom.
She began undressing before she reached their door, throwing her shirt and bra toward the closet as she crossed the threshold. Then starting on her pants, “Hurry up!” she hissed at him. “You know she’s going to have to tell us something soon!”
She got her blue jeans off and charged at him, as he was unzipping his. She reached in with well-practiced grace, and pulled his cock out, “You know what?” she teased, stroking him, “Just do me against the fucking wall, you slow old man.”
“Old huh?” he laughed.
And then she was spinning, and pressed against the wall beside the closed door, “Wee!” she squealed, her hair flying as she turned.
She lifted her ass as soon as she felt him, and then he rammed his cock into her with beautiful velocity. “Oh fucking sweetness!” she growled, her hands rubbing and clawing at the wall as he started pounding into her. “God I love you and your fucking cock,” she moaned, and pressed back with each of his thrusts.
Five years? Five fucking years? Wasn’t this shit supposed to be routine by now?
After ten minutes, her eyes were rolling like
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