Monday, July 30, 2018

My Daughter’s First Blow Job

A provocative title I know, but I regret to inform you this is not erotic fiction. It's not erotic non-fiction either, so if you do get excited please refrain from commenting since this is my daughter we're talking about. 

It happened like this:


My daughter seems to spend all her time on social media now,
and is always conscious of her weight and how she looks.
Image by © Marco Megrati

On Saturday night our daughter had a party at our house for 20 of her closest and most trusted friends. Not a 'party', she claimed, just 'a gathering'. Unfortunately for her I was a teenager once too, so I knew it was bullshit.

Not my wife of course, who happily gave our daughter permission for this sophisticated soiree - even though we ourselves had a party to go to that same night!

My wife said it would be fine because they wouldn't be coming to our house until after her school recital finished at 11pm, and they were just going to watch movies and drink some low alcohol beer and wine and eight of them were sleeping over.

Again, I called bullshit.

So at 9.45pm I left my wife at her party and raced home (she would catch an Uber later). I pulled into our garage just after 10pm and already there was a couple waiting at our gate to get in. So much for the recital finishing at 11pm! I had no sooner let them in when my daughter appeared also, with a half dozen in tow.

And then it was all on. My daughter told reminded me in no uncertain terms that my wife had agreed that we would stay upstairs in our bedroom while they enjoyed themselves downstairs. After eyeballing a few of the guys I decamped upstairs. What they didn't know was that from my bedroom window I could look across to my daughters bedroom, and down into the lounge also. If I stepped out onto our balcony I could also see what was happening on the terrace below. So with all blinds and curtains wide open I actually had a birds-eye view of most of the party, with the exception of the kitchen and dining room beneath me. 

Actually I could see the dining room reflected in the lounge room windows, so I felt confident I had a good handle on everything.  Within half an hour the anticipated twenty had arrived but by the end of the hour we were up to forty. Which I had anticipated because, again, I was a teenager once. I'd thrown a few parties myself at her age.

My daughter is young for her year, sixteen and a half, and all her friends were seventeen plus. My wife had been in charge of getting permission slips from all the kids parents (really just a text!) re: alcohol. The parents all agreed they could drink low alcohol beer or wine, but no 'hard liquor'! Like my wife, they were all of the belief it was better to let the kids drink a little alcohol (even though they were under age) rather than have them all sneak off and get plastered in cars outside.

So far so good. But not really. It was almost hilarious watching them all from my vantage point above. But not really.

The beers were not 'low alcohol' (as I expected) and many of the kids were slugging from wine bottles which they clasped like teddy bears. Very classy! Most of them were smoking (including my daughter) which surprised me because I thought this generation knew better. Apparently smart middle class rich kids are immune to lung cancer - the epitome of 'white privilege' perhaps?

I observed the kids would wander in twos and threes all over the house, seeking out the coolest spot to hang out in. There were a half dozen kids in my daughters room, sprawled out on the floor and on the bed. In our guest room (yes, I did go on 'patrol' every 20 minutes) were a couple making out - they had clearly commandeered the room for themselves since all the lights were out and they shouted out "taken!" when I walked in. 

"Don't mind me" I said, as I went to the bedroom window to look out onto the street. I was checking to see if more cars/people were arriving but they weren't. But our electronic gate had been left open (by my daughter or her friends) so anyone could wander in on arrival. I decided to go downstairs and shut it since from my 'vantage point' in our master bedroom I couldn't see the street front. The kids resumed their fingering even before I'd left.

So by 11pm the kids had the music cranked up as loud as it would go and were scattered in about four different zones around the house. Five, including the movie room down in the basement. That's what I get for having a multi-room sound system I suppose. By 11.30pm the kids were getting messy and I was looking forward to the return of my wife, since we now seemed to have about fifty hormonally affected people in our house. My wife had said she would leave her party about 11pm but since she was with her BNG bro's I knew that would be when she started her goodbyes. 

I was wrong. At 12.30pm I got a text from my wife: "On my way!" followed immediately by "How's it going?"

So I told her: "It's starting to get messy. There are people here who were clearly not at the recital. Your daughter is smoking again!"

Five minutes later my wife replied: "Okay, well when I get there I'll ask for the permission slips - happy to be the Bad Cop"

I said 'WTF?' to myself (my wife lives in LaLa Land sometimes, these kids were already drunk) but instead replied: "There are a dozen people in our daughters room, but she is downstairs on the back lawn with six dudes". And she was, smoking weed.

My wife got home at 1pm (when she texts "On my way!" she really means "I've just looked at the time - oops! - I said I'd be leaving a long time ago but I am getting ready to go now - I just have to say goodbye to a few people first - I will text periodically as if I'm on my way"). We kicked all the kids out of my daughter's room (there were at least a dozen there now) and sent them downstairs. We looked her bedroom door.

My wife then distributed apple slices amongst all the kids (like she'd read they do at EDM festivals) which she explained later was so she could eyeball all the kids and see who was messy and who was wasted. The ones who were wasted she told had to drink water only. Whether they listened to her I don't know but no-one threw up in our house.

From my vantage point back on our master bedroom balcony I could see that our daughter had found her way back into her bedroom. With a boy. And no-one else. People were trying to get in but obviously she had locked the door behind her. My daughter and the boy went from sitting on the bed to lying on the bed, with their legs dangling over the edge. 

They were clearly making out, which surprised me because they hadn't shut the blinds and ... my daughter's previous boyfriend was a girlfriend. And the boyfriend before the girlfriend was a girlfriend too. Clearly my daughter was a switch hitter. The guy was lying on his back and my daughter seemed to be the aggressor. She was on top of him and he had a hand up her t-shirt. I thought she was wearing a crop top but then realized as I saw under-boob that no, it was just a regular t-shirt and he had wandering hands. At that point I looked away.

As I stood on the balcony I pondered what to do. She was sixteen and a half and I didn't think it was fair for me to get all puritanical. I'd been doing the same thing at her age, to young women her age, so I had to accept it was a 'rite of passage' for her, right? If I burst in there and shouted and stamped my feet and kicked his ass I'd just be making an embarrassing scene, right? All her friends would find out and she would be shamed for all eternity. Right?

I resolved to tell my wife and let her handle it.

As I turned to go back into my bedroom (from the balcony) I caught another eyeful of the view from my daughters bedroom.  She was no longer kissing him on the mouth, she was halfway down his chest and it looked like she had one hand at his flies. WTF?! Was she...? No, it couldn't be...? OMIGOD!

Okay, I didn't see anything but I did see everything right up until I was certain what my daughter was doing. What she was doing. He was just lying back, and she was doing it. To him.

As I raced down the stairs to find my wife a million thoughts flashed through my mind. In slow motion. In the last six months out daughter has started smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol, smoking weed, drinking vodka, staying out well past curfew, and doing magic mushrooms. Never once had my wife accepted any of my disciplinary suggestions. Every time our daughter 'acts out' my wife tells me our daughter is fragile, has issues, and we need to be careful because otherwise she might run away - like my wife did when she was seventeen. 

My wife left home when she was seventeen and didn't reconcile with her family for five years - and she doesn't want that happening to us.

So when I finally found my wife I decided not to tell her exactly what our daughter was doing, instead I told her "Our daughter is back in her bedroom making out with a boy - I think you should go up there and tell them to come downstairs. And stay downstairs."  I figured it would be better for our daughter's mental health if her mother were to catch her, rather than her father. And I didn't tell my wife exactly what our daughter was doing because I wanted to see if my wife would tell me what had happened (thinking she was the first to discover it).

So my wife went upstairs and I didn't see her again for ten minutes. When I finally did I asked her what happened. She told me she'd gone in there and told them to get out, and stay downstairs. "And?" I asked, anticipating more. My wife said she'd told our daughter that she was an idiot because the lights were on and the blinds were open and everyone downstairs could see what they were doing.  Which wasn't actually true - only I could see from our bedroom balcony. The people downstairs would not have been able to see what was happening horizontally on the bed due the angle of vision.

"So what were they doing?" I asked, casually.

"Nothing, they heard me coming and he'd jumped into her ensuite as I walked in - bloody coward - so I read her the riot act. I told her she shouldn't be making out and putting on a show for everyone downstairs"

"They weren't making out" I said, "it was more than that"

"What?" said my wife.

"She was kissing him, but not on the mouth"

"What!?" said my wife.

"Well obviously I didn't stand and stare, but she had her head further down" I explained "and unless she was kissing his belly button..."

"Who is this guy? Where is he?" demanded my wife.

"I don't know. Like I said, I didn't watch for longer than I needed to. He's a tall guy..."

And with that my wife was off, searching the room. It turned out he had fled the house after my wife had walked in. Apparently he did not go to our daughters school, and it was possible he didn't go to school at all. Possibly unemployed. All this info was gleaned from other girls since our daughter had also made herself scarce, moving around the house to keep away from us. 

By the time we caught up with her it was after 2am and she was quite drunk. I suggested to my wife that we shut down the party since pretty much everyone was drunk and she agreed. Ten minutes later, after informing our daughter of the closing, my wife came back and told me she had reached agreement with our daughter... that the party would finish at 3am. Which it did because I killed the music and turned on all the lights.

We then started tossing everyone out, with the exception of the eight who were staying the night. Who were now twelve people, not eight. It wasn't until 3.30am that we would got the house back to ourselves - and our dozen 'guests'. One of whom was asking for a bowl so he could chop up his weed into more manageable pieces. He needed it to sleep, apparently, after such a big night.

Then my wife started hollering from the basement wine cellar, which had been off limits. It turned out we'd been robbed of a dozen bottles of very expensive wine. Wine we'd still have if my wife had not told me that afternoon was fine where it was, and we needed to trust these kids and not hide things away. My wife had been insistent this was just a gathering of 20 of our daughters best friends, despite me saying it was a party and social media would ensure all and sundry would turn up. And get wasted. And possibly trash our house and/or steal our shit. 

My wife then deflected all this by telling me I should have kicked that guy's ass when I saw him in our daughter's bedroom defiling our angel, so why hadn't I?

At which point I realized... it was all.my.fault!

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11 comments:

  1. O Nero, I don't envy you and I am not sure how OH & I would have handled that one either. OH would've definitely locked the wine cellar though, and maybe gone bursting in on our daughter himself .... but somehow our daughter would probably have it turned round so that we were the ones being unreasonable. Teenagers have quite a knack for that.
    As your daughter has gone through so many 'firsts' recently, do you think she might be wanting her parents to put on the brakes, so that she can stop, but blame it on you guys?
    Sometimes kids push and push the limits, and when nobody calls them on it they conclude their parents don't care - when you obviously do. I see why your wife is anxious about handling it wrong (from her own past) but talk it over with her some more, see if you can agree on a way to deal with this as it's obviously stressing you out (as it would me) xx

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    1. I think like you, but my wife doesn’t. My wife is a strong believer in ‘The Power of Positive Thinking’ ie if you think the best then the best will happen - ergo if you think the worst then that is what you’ll get.
      I tell my wife what is likely to happen when a scenario presents itself and she says I am being too negative, and that we need to trust our daughter, etc etc. We have had many conversations in the past 18 months, most often after our daughter has proven my predictions correct. Nothing really changes.

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  2. Kids eh! Who'd ave em?
    I am with Posy - both of us have grown up kids - you got to reign her in a bit - TBH i am not concerned about the sexual activity but the drugs and the sheer disobedience is disrespectful to u guys. You are giving her some rope and not letting her know how long that rope is -

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    1. You are correct, but it's not me giving her the rope. I keep telling her "you're giving our daughter too much rope!" but she keeps feeding it out. Then when something happens my wife stops feeding out the rope, and maybe even pulls it back in a little. But then a week later she's feeding it out again, just like before. One day she's going to give our daughter enough rope to hang herself with. #DemiLovato

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    2. Another key factor IMO is that I have no power in this family dynamic. My daughter pretty much does as she pleases because she sees her mother also doing as she pleases. While on our cruise vacation I contemplated leaving when I got home, since that seems to be the only power I have - to be present or not present during all this shit.

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  3. I'm worried about this Nero - I think you're desperately unhappy and maybe your wife is doing just the same thing I said your daughter might be doing : looking for how far is too far. She seemed as if she felt she'd nearly stepped over the line after all that conference malarky. I think you need to find a way to rein your wife in and then together (united front) do the same with your daughter. You're right - Mrs Nero doing as she pleases is setting a really bad example to your daughter and I cant see that your daughter would throw stuff into a bag and walk just because you set some ground rules. I wish I'd been a bit tougher with my daughter - my OH kept saying I was to soft on her and now she has a little bit of a princess side to her, which I regret. Good luck with this xx

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    1. You could be right. My problem is that my wife allows the Golden Rule... she with the gold rules! :-)

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  4. I have to say I agree with Posy and May. You are giving her way too much rope. I trust my kids to make good decisions and I have worked very hard to give them the knowledge they need to choose wisely but that does not mean I am not paying attention.

    The sexual activity would not be an issue for me as long as it was being done safely but the drugs would be a HUGE no from me. If I thought even one was using drugs they would be sooooo very grounded for so very long. As for parties, my default answer has always been no and the one time we had one I wanted a full named guest list the end time was midnight and no one left the down stairs of the house. It went OK but we won't be repeating it any time soon. I refuse to have my house trashed like that and also I don't want to be responsible for other peoples stupid arse kids. I am sure my kids think I am mean Mummy but I don't give a shit. My house, my rules, have your own party when you can afford a place to do it in.

    Mollyx

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    1. My wife has now agreed that there will be no more parties, but we’ll see how long that lasts before she reverses herself. 🧐
      We were supposed to be getting a lisst of names, and their parents contacts details, and permission from their parents re alcohol but that fell by the wayside as my wife got her costume sorted for the theme party *we* were going to that same night. I didn’t find this out until later of course, my wife told me it was all in hand at the time.

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  5. The whole scenario seems out of control, and I often wonder (and you may already know as its your life) what would happen if you put your foot down and did what *you* thought was right and not what your wife tried to convince you was right. The sex stuff doesn't bother me because, like you, I think of it as fairly typical. But drugs, alcohol, and all the obvious lying (about the party and everything else)? That's a parental hard limit for me.

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    1. Yeah, it's definitely out of control - at times. The key thing for me is that these issues keep repeating. I point this out to my wife but she's always about giving our daughter 'one more chance'. As if the outcome will be different.

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