Surrogate Lovers, Chapter 2 By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~ "Honey I'm out of Worcestershire sauce, can you run out and get some," the voice of his wife shattered his nirvana as she stuck her head into the open door. His desk faced the door and the back panel prevented her from seeing under the desk, but he jumped just the same. He felt guilty and it showed on his reddened face. "Uh, *cough*, um, sure, Honey," he muttered trying to clear his throat. Had she actually entered the room and checked what he was doing he would be dead. The image of their naked, twelve-year-old daughter shoving a huge black dildo into her pussy while he was naked from the waist down and holding a come-soaked towel over his rapidly deflating cock would be very hard to explain. "I need it soon if dinner will be ready on time," she added before leaving. Carl laid his head against the back of the chair and stared at the ceiling above the desk. That was too close! He would need to be more careful or risk getting caught. Remembering the discarded cell phone he began searching for it under his desk with his foot. "MATT!!!" he heard her shouting over the phone. Or was she screaming so loud that he actually heard her from her room? He realized that he had left her hanging when Theresa walked in and she was waiting for him to give his permission to remove the bloated weapon. He reached for the phone. "Sorry, Madison, my mom walked in and I had to drop the phone," he informed her wiping his sweaty forehead with the cum towel. Just then he heard his wife's voice echoing down the hallway and in the back ground of the phone as she entered Madison's room. "MADISON! OH MY GOD! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING!?!?" "Mom, get outta my room!" he heard her reply before panic rushed over him. "WHY ARE YOU NAKED AND WHAT IS THAT THING? OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" Carl heard her repeat a few times. He knew he had to do something or all of his plans would be ruined. Pulling up his shorts he rushed down the hall to his daughter's room. "What's going on?" he demanded charging in. Theresa was holding on to the wall, her face covered by her free hand while she sobbed heavily. Madison was cowering under her blanket, everything hidden except the very top of her head. The discarded dildo was displayed prominently in the center of the room glistening from her juices. This is bad, really bad. "Honey," he said in a soothing voice. "Why don't you go lay down, I'll handle this." "Why, Carl, why was she doing that?" she asked turning to bury her face into his chest. "That's so perverted!" "What was she doing exactly?" he whispered glancing toward his hidden daughter. "She was naked and had that...that... that thing inside of, it was, uh, what do you *THINK* she was doing?" "Did you see her doing anything?" "Did I see her? Are you kidding me? How could I *NOT* see her? Oh my god, Carl I can't even imagine why she was doing that! She's only twelve, Carl, why would she want to do something like that?" "I dunno, Honey, girls her age are curious, I guess," he replied hoping to downplay the importance. "I'm sure she wasn't actually doing anything with it, I mean it couldn't possibly fit inside of her just look at the size of that thing!" "I never want to see that thing ever again! Get rid of it *NOW*," she shouted before resuming her crying. "Oh my god, Carl I can't believe it! I can't believe what she was doing with it! She wasn't just holding it to her privates, Carl it was *INSIDE* of her, I know that for a fact!" "Honey, go take one of your pills and lay down, I'll talk to her and find out what's going on. You have enough to worry about and besides, I'm the man of the house and I should handle things like this, right?" She stopped sniveling and looked up at him. "How can you be so calm about this? Our daughter, our *twelve-year-old daughter* was masturba... darn it I can't even say it! You should be as furious about this as I am!" "I am, Honey, but there's no sense in both of us losing our heads. I'll take care of this, you go lay down, okay?" he urged gently pushing her toward the door. Without turning toward her daughter she dashed out, leaving the door wide open. Closing his eyes he sighed deeply before smiling. He'll come up with something and Madison is so afraid of her mother's wrath that she'll go along with it just to keep her mother off of her. He approached the bed noticing her computer screen and saw the camera was still on. The removed condom was bunched up nearby, still wet with slime and juices. Thankfully her mother didn't see either of those. Bending down he reached for the abandoned dildo and gave a quick glance to Madison before bringing it to his nose to savor her feminine scent. Shutting his eyes he savored the smell and even swiped his tongue over the side to get a taste. Soon he'll be able to sample the real thing. He sat on her bed, hearing her sniveling. "Madison," he spoke softly, tugging at her blanket. She didn't respond. "Maddie," he said using the name he called her when she was much younger. She still didn't react. "Sweetie, please look at me. I want to talk to you." "No," she said between sobs. "Look, I'm not mad at you. I understand what you're doing but your mother doesn't. She shouldn't have barged in her like that and disturbed you. This is your bedroom and you're entitled to privacy." She suddenly got very quiet. "Come on; let's talk about this, okay?" "You're not mad at me?" "Mad? Why would I be mad? Millions of boys and girls your age do that, it's no big deal. I was about your age when I started doing it." "Really?" "Sure. But I always knew to lock my door so no one would disturb me. Maybe you should do that too," he said smiling. "Now come on, pull the sheet away so we can talk about this face to face." "NO! I can't. Please don't make me!" "You're embarrassed, aren't you?" She didn't respond. He knew that she was. Her mother interrupted her little play session and now she's devastated with humiliation. She'll get over it. "That's fine, we can talk this way. Do you have any questions about it?" "What's going to happen to me?" "What do you mean?" "Am I punished?" "Punished? For doing something normal and natural? I don't think so. Your mom may want to do something but I'll talk her out of it, don't you worry." He waited for her to say something, anything but she never did. "Any more questions?" She remained silent. "Mind if I ask you a question?" From under the sheet she slowly shook her head. He dropped the thick dildo onto her lap, watching it sink between her legs. It was very heavy, well over a pound of silicone and so thick he could hardly touch his finger tips together around it. How she managed to squeeze it into her pussy will remain a mystery. "What do you do with that?" he asked with a smirk. He already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her. She wouldn't tell him. "Are you having sex? Again she was quiet. "It's okay to tell me you know, I'm your father, you can tell me anything." Nothing. "Okay," he said standing up. I think we're done here. If you ever want to talk about anything or have any questions I want you to feel free to come to me, okay? Not your mother you know how she overreacts to things like this. I'm going to the store for a while, when I get home I want this stuff cleaned up and put away, oaky?" "Momma told you to throw it away." "I'm not going to do that. It belongs to you and it wouldn't be right for me to do that. Just keep it out of sight and you should be alright," he said walking away. "Oh and from now on lock your door when you want to play with yourself. We don't want another repeat of this, right?" He could hear a soft sigh coming from under the blanket. He smiled before locking the knob and softly shutting her door. *** They were a nervous wreck throughout dinner and never once looked at each other. Theresa managed to finish preparing dinner and Madison cleaned up nicely. Her brown hair was pulled into a pony tail, reminding him of just how young she really was. The room was eerily quiet as the only sounds made were their forks scraping across the china. Aside from being aloof she looked perfectly normal. Her eyes never left her dinner plate and she didn't dare to look at either of them. She was still embarrassed about her mother catching her with the dildo stuffed inside of her immature pussy. Carl fought to keep from smiling. For some reason he found it amusing. Just about any other father would have gone ballistic and at least grounded her for life, but not him. His wife was sitting across the table from him stabbing at a wayward bean, her thoughts a million miles away. His daughter was to his right slumped in the chair wishing that she could just disappear. Carl was also uncomfortable but not for the reason. His cock was rock hard and tightly confined in his shorts, making it difficult to sit still. He wanted nothing more than to carry Madison up to her room and fuck the hell out of her. Judging by the size of the dildo she could handle him. Well most of it anyway. They finished their meals in silence and Carl was quick to volunteer to clean the table, Madison's usual chore. He wanted to save her the discomfort of dealing with her mother and possibly score some brownie points in the process. Theresa said nothing as he began gathering the dishes. "Go finish your homework," he told her, much to her relief. "I'll help with the dishes." Madison rushed upstairs while her parents cleaned up. For the fifteen minutes it took neither spoke. It wasn't until the dishes were put away that Theresa turned to face her husband. "What are we going to do, Carl?" "What do you mean?" "What do you mean `what do I mean'? I just caught our daughter, our *TWELVE -YEAR-OLD* daughter with a sex toy! That's what I mean!" "I don't think we should do anything. I talked to her and it's all straightened out." "What do you mean `straightened out'?" "You'll never catch her doing that again, I promise you that. I really read her the riot act and she understands that she's too young to be doing things like that." "How many times has she used that thing?" "I didn't ask, but I'm sure it wasn't many." "Where did she get it?" "She said she found it in the trash still in the wrapper." "How did she know what it was?" "Internet. Now can we stop with the questions? I told you it's taken care of." "Did you throw it away?" "Yes, it's gone. I wrapped it in two plastic bags and dumped it in the outside cans. "I don't know, Carl, I don't like this one bit and I think we should ground her." "Honey, that's going overboard. I talked to her and it's taken care of, trust me." "Is she, uh, having sex?" "She says no and I believe her. I think this was just some sort of experiment gone terribly wrong and she won't do it again. Anyway she won't have a chance to, it's gone." "I don't feel right about this, Carl. She's only twelve-years-old and already doing that? It's not right, it's not normal." "Not normal? Didn't you tell me you were eleven when you first started playing with yourself?" "That's different. I was only touching myself, not shoving adult-sized penis-shaped objects into my privates. I didn't lose my virginity until my senior year in high school." "Is it really all that different? You were experimenting with your sexuality and that's exactly what she's doing, just another way. I'm sure if you had found a dildo or a vibrator when you were eleven you would have used it too, right?" "GOD NO! Are you serious? I never even knew what those were until my freshmen year in college when one of my roommates had one. I thought it was gross then and I still do." "Times have changed, Honey and kids know, and *do* a lot more than we did when we were their age. Be thankful that she's not having sex." "Can we really be sure about that? I mean she didn't seem to have any trouble putting that thing inside of her. That's not normal for a girl her age or her size. Maybe she's having sex and lied about it so that she wouldn't get in more trouble. If she is she could get pregnant and then what would we do?" "I don't know, but if you're that concerned maybe you should take her to the clinic and get her on birth control pills." "WHAT!?!? You're kidding, right? Carl she's too young for that!" "Hey, it was your idea." "Out of the question! It would only encourage her to have sex." "I disagree, but I'll leave it up to you, grandma." "That's not funny." "Just think about it and we'll talk later about it, just to be on the safe side." "I think we should take away her computer." "Huh? What for?" "Her punishment." "She needs it for school, besides, like I said, I already talked to her and I'm sure she knows what she did was wrong. She won't do it again. And if she does, *THEN* we can punish her. For now, let's see what happens." "You're taking this pretty lightly, aren't you? I mean she's your one and only child and she was doing a very grownup thing. You may want to reconsider your stand on it." "I trust my daughter and if she tells me she won't do it again, I believe her." *** "So what happened? I heard all kinda commotions and shit. Is everything okay?" "Yea. My mom walked in and caught me with the dildo you sent me." "OH SHIT!" Carl told her trying to sound shocked. "What happened?" "My dad came in to talk to me about it." "I bet he was mad, huh?" "No not really. He was pretty cool about it. Told me a lotta girls my age do it. He even let me keep the dildo!" "Wow, sounds like you've got a really cook dad." "I guess, but he wasn't always like that." "Well the important thing is he's like that now." "I guess." "Carl it's time to stop working and come to bed. I really need you there tonight, please," His wife whimpered from the door. Quickly he moved the cell phone out of her view and held his finger over the receiver and let her know he'd be there shortly. "My mom just told me I gotta get off the phone," he spoke softly hoping that she was out of ear shot. We'll talk tomorrow, okay, Babe?" "Yea, okay." "Tonight I want you to sleep with my cock inside of you." "WHAT?! What do you mean?" "Put the dildo inside your pussy and keep it in there until tomorrow when you wake up." "It won't stay, it keeps getting pushed out." "Put on three or four pairs of panties and maybe a pair of tight shorts. That will keep it there." "What if I get caught?" "You won't and besides, why would your parents look at your pussy? Just do it okay? For me." "Okay, I will." "That's a good slut," he said chuckling into the phone. "And don't forget you owe me an extra fuck tomorrow. I want to see three condoms from three different guys, understand?" "Yea, I know. I'll have them for you." "I love you, Madison." "I love you too, Matt," she said kissing the phone. *** Madison couldn't get comfortable, tossing and turning most of the night. It wasn't until after three am that she finally fell asleep. Having that huge rubber thing embedded inside of her was more that she could get used to. Several times she thought about removing it but she promised Matt that she'd sleep with it inside of her all night and that's what she would do, no matter how uncomfortable it was or how sore it made her. It seemed like she had just closed her eyes when her father was there waking her for breakfast. Her legs were stiff and she had a dull ache in the pit of her stomach. The only position she found to minimize the pain was on her back. Much to her horror her father had pulled her blanket down past her knees and exposed the huge knot between her legs. She knew it was there as it was the source of her soreness. She kept her eyes tightly shut not wanting the embarrassment of facing her father. "It's time to get up," he said leaning over to kiss her forehead. She grumbled something about being down soon and agonizingly turned onto her side away from her father. She was too humiliated to look at him. Smirking he rose from her bed tempted to roll her over onto her back and replace the dildo with his own cock. She might allow him to do it this once from shock but he wanted her for the long haul and didn't want to blow his chance to have her for a mistress until she moved out or went off to college. "Don't be too long," he told her from the doorway as he softly closed the door, allowing it to remain open just a crack to watch her. Gingerly she rolled over and struggled to slide her panties down just a bit. Just enough to free the swollen member from her wounded void. She was numb and couldn't feel anything in that area. Wondering if something was wrong, she felt around, surprised when two fingers from each hand easily penetrated her most private area. It had never done that before. Carl licked his lips watching as she fought to sit up, keeping her hands on top of her pussy. It was so erotic and so sexy watching her playing with herself. He knew very soon it would be he who was playing with her pussy like that and not her. Smiling he walked away. Breakfast was just as quiet as dinner was the previous night. Theresa still couldn't bring herself to look at their daughter and Madison felt the same. The two women in his life were mortified at what had happened but neither wanted to acknowledge it. That worked out better for him as they were both preoccupied with their own thoughts to notice him staring at his daughter throughout breakfast. *** "OH MY FUCKIN' GOD, MADISON!" Carl shouted into the phone as she held the three used condoms toward the camera. "You actually did it!" "Of course, I said I would didn't I?" "Yea, but I didn't think you were woman enough to go through with it!" "What does that mean?" "Think about it, Babe, you just fucked three guys, all of them total strangers! That takes a real woman to pull that off!" "Yea, I guess, but not all of them were strangers. I knew two of them." "Knew them how?" "We had sex before." "WHAT!?!? Are you kidding me? You already fucked two of those guys?" "Yea. I had just fucked the one guy and was looking for someone else when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and saw Ernie and Steve running to catch me. They wanted to fuck and I needed two more condoms so I thought it would be okay." "You thought wrong, Madison, it's *NOT* okay. I told you they had to be new guys or how else are you going to find someone my size? This is bad, Madison, very bad!" "I'm sorry, Matt, are you mad?" "You're damn right I'm mad. What do you expect me to be? I gave you specific instructions on what I wanted you to do and you disobeyed me! That's not what I want to hear!" "I'm sorry, Matt," she sobbed. "I'm really sorry. Please don't be mad at me, please. I love you and I'll kill myself if you're mad at me!" That last statement caught him off guard. He wasn't expecting to hear that and hoped that she wasn't serious about that. It was time to let her off the hook, but not too much. "You can make it up to me and I won't be mad." "Anything, Matt, just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it." "Well, I wanted you to fuck three guys yesterday, different guys, and I want you to do that again tomorrow." "Okay, I'll do it," she joyously agreed feeling relief. "Hold on, Madison, not so fast. You still owe me two for cheating today so you gotta make up for that too." "What do you mean?" "I guess I gotta spell it out for you, don't I? I want you to fuck five different guys tomorrow and you better make sure that you haven't fucked these guys before or I'll really be pissed, understand? Five new guys tomorrow, remember we're looking for the closest cock to my size and since you've already fucked them, you know they're not a match." "Okay, I'll do it," she tentatively agreed. "No cheating!" "I won't, don't worry." "That's my slut!" he said with a chuckle. "How many condoms do you have left?" "I dunno, a few I guess." "Count them. I want to make sure you have enough. I sent you four dozen so you're almost out, right?" She put the phone down and he could hear her softly counting. "Six. I have six left." "You'll need more. I'll send some to you tomorrow. Why don't you just use all six tomorrow." "SIX!?! Matt I can't do six!" "Sure you can. Just think it's me when I'm super horny." "I thought you wanted five." "I did until I found out you only had six condoms. It doesn't make sense to keep just one condom so go ahead and use them all." The line was silent so long he began to think she hung up. "Hello?" he asked after what seemed like minutes. "I'm here. It's just I'm not sure how to get six different guys to have sex with me." "Trust me Madison, the way you've been fucking around lately I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding new boys to fuck you, especially since you've got a reputation now." "What do you mean?" "Everyone thinks you a slut, right? "Yea, I guess so." "So there you go, every guy wants to fuck a slut so you'll have no problem. Now lock your door and turn on your cam, I want to be watching when I cum inside of you." "You still want me to use them?" "Hell yea, they're still our surrogate lovers and I want to cum inside of you three times today. I can't wait until tomorrow when I can cum inside of you six times!" Carl was cumming like a geyser before she even pushed the first of three condoms into her rosy pink hole. The camera was positioned in such a way that he could see the darkness of her glistening pussy as it tenderly pursed open to receive the first used condoms. Three teenagers fucked her after school and she allowed them too, just to satisfy her on-line lover. One at a time she pushed them inside of her before pounding the hell out of her swollen hole with her make-shift lover. Keeping the massive rod inside of her pussy overnight stretched her wide and also made it inflamed and a darker pink. Matt was on the phone urging her to fuck herself harder and faster, which she readily obeyed, slamming the silicon phallus to the furthest reaches of her developing girlhood. Dripping sweat made it hard to hold, but she was relentless on the brutal assault. She had made her boyfriend mad and wanted to make it up to him, even at her own discomfort. His cock was jerking for a second time since she began, coating the rag once again as she smoothly side the third and final condom into her gash. It was such an incredible turn on watching as she fucked herself with the very device he had given her, forcing the cum of the boys into her pussy. He wasn't worried about her getting pregnant as the condoms he sent her had a spermicide. Her hands were labored and lethargic as she struggled to fuck herself once again. She was desperate, not wanting to anger her boyfriend again. Sweat poured from her slim body as her fingers slipped from the thick pud. Spreading her legs wider she hoped would help relieve the pressure from her bloated gash and ease the entry. She was sore from last night but didn't want Matt to know. Carl could see her distress and decided to give her a break, at least for now. For twenty minutes she had slammed the thick prick in and out of her pussy like a crazed lunatic stabbing a slab of meat and she was exhausted. Her hair was plastered to her head and beads of sweat peppered her skin. Her hands struggled to hold the fake cock as it slipped repeatedly from her grasp. "You can stop now," Carl spoke into the phone, using his younger voice. With great relief she released the dildo, allowing it to fall to the floor. Even with a poor angle he could see slime coating over half of it and her quim leaked cum like a drooling baby. She fell back onto her bed panting while her pussy tremored, pursing slightly like a hungry guppy. "Carl, I think she's doing something in her room again," his wife's booming voice startled him as she entered his office. "She has the door locked and I can hear some strange noises." Sitting in his swivel chair with his pants and underwear around his ankles and a crusty dish towel wrapped around his cock set him into a panic. If she came any closer she's not only see him in this current state, but his monitor was filled with an image of his daughter's young pussy oozing goo like the sap from a maple tree just in the next room. A lump in his throat kept him from speaking. "Where's the key to her room? I know you have one," she demanded leaning onto his desk. Carl slowly eased his legs under the desk to minimize his exposure and reached for the furthest drawer to distract her while he turned off her monitor. His second cell phone had been dropped into a pool of cum on his lap and he could hear the soft sounds of Madison calling his name. Well, Matt's name. Fumbling in the drawer gave him enough time to hit the `end' button on his phone to silence his daughter. "I'm not sure I have one," he mumbled tossing aside a few items in his drawer. "She's probably doing homework or something anyway. Maybe you shouldn't bother her." "I know you do because you used it about a year ago when she accidentally locked herself out of her room. You had one then and I'm sure you still do. And for your information I'm her mother and I have the right to check on her anytime I want to!" "Okay," he said wanting to avoid a confrontation. "I think this is it," he said handing her a key ring with two keys. He knew neither of those was for her room but he wanted to have enough time to get cleaned up. Holding the keys she stared at him for a very long uncomfortable minute. "Are you okay? You look flush and you're sweating." "I'm okay, Honey. I'm just a little tired, that's all." "You've been acting funny lately. Is there something you want to talk about?" "No, not at all. I've just been busy, that's all." "I'm going to check on Madison and I'll come back, there's something I need to discuss with you." He nodded, hoping she would leave to allow him time to pull up his pants and warn Madison of her pending doom. If her mother catches her two days in a row with that dildo she'll go ballistic. Turning on the monitor he quickly pulled up his pants as the image of his daughter's face filled his view. There was no time to call her so he typed that he had to go and that she'd better get cleaned up before her parents found her again. He signed off just as Theresa entered the room. "These aren't the right keys!" she announced marching into the room. Without missing a beat she moved around the back of the desk to look for the keys herself. Carl sighed a breath of relief that he was dressed and the cum rag had been returned to the bottom drawer of his desk. "Here they are!" she proclaimed raising her hand with the correct set of keys. "The tag even says `Madison's Room' so I don't know why you couldn't find it!" "Sorry, I must have over looked it," he said with a smile. The smile quickly faded as she began sniffing the air. "What's that smell?" "What smell?" he asked acting innocent. "I'm not sure. It's a sickly-sweet smell. I know that odor but I can't place what it is." "I don't smell anything. Are you sure you're not wearing perfume or something?" "No, that's not it. It's a different smell." "I don't know but don't you want to check on Madison?" he asked changing the subject. With a huff she turned, rushing toward the door as if trying to catch a bus. Carl lit a candle in her absence. She wasn't gone more than two minutes when she suddenly reappeared with a disappointed look on her face. "Well?" he asked already knowing the answer. "She's doing homework." "See, what did I tell you?" "I told her to never lock her door again." "Why did you do that? She's growing up and needs her privacy. Besides, how can she get her school work done if we keep barging in on her?" "She doesn't need to lock her door. We can knock first, but I want to be able to go in there any time I want, especially after what I saw yesterday." "I think you're over reacting, Honey." "OVER REACTING!?!? Seriously? She's twelve-years-old and I caught her masturbating with a very large, uh thing! You saw it, I don't know how in the world she was able to put that thing inside of herself, but it won't happen again. Not if I have anything to say about it!" "You don't want to confine her, Theresa, and squash her individuality, do you?" "Carl this goes way beyond her individuality. It's sick and perverted and I still want to talk to her about this, but I can't bring myself to do it right now." "I already told you that I spoke to her so you don't have to." "No, Carl, as her mother I need to talk to her." The two stared at each other, waiting for the other to back down. "What is it you wanted to discuss with me?" he asked changing the subject again. She exhaled deeply and sat across from him. "I wasn't sure how to approach you about this, but... um... it's our love life." "Our love life? What do you mean?" "Carl it's been almost a month since the last time we made love. That's not like us. You've always been very, uh, rambunctious when it comes to sex and before about two months ago I can't think of a day that past where we didn't make love at least once. Sometimes twice. Now it's like a well gone dry. The worse part is that it happened all of a sudden, no warning." "I know, Honey," he began by wiping his brow. "It's just that I've been under a lot of pressure lately at work and everything. I'm sure after a while we'll go back to normal." "I've been saying that for the past three weeks but I don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. I need to make love to you, Carl, I need to feel you inside of me and I really miss it. If I didn't know better I'd swear you were having an affair." "An affair?! You've got to be kidding. I never leave the house long enough to have an affair!" "Yes I know but it still crossed my mind, especially since you've been so distant lately." "How about we make love later tonight?" "I have a better idea. I want you to see a doctor." "A DOCTOR? You're not serious are you?" "Yes I am. I already spoke to Doctor Castillo and he referred me to an urologist." "YOU DID WHAT!?! Theresa why did you do that without talking to me about this first?" "I'm worried about you, Carl. About us. Doctor Castillo said a lot of men your age start having problems in the bedroom and all they need is a little boast to get back into the swing of things, if you know what I mean." "Yea, I know exactly what you mean, but I don't need any pills, trust me!" "I think you do. Why don't you just give it a try? What do you have to lose? Maybe it will help us get back on track." "I don't know, maybe I'll think about it," he finally agreed hoping she'd forget about it in a few days. "You have until Friday to think about it." "What do you mean?" "You have an appointment at 11:15." "WHAT?! Two days? You made an appointment for me for impotency? Are you crazy?" "Carl, I just want us back the way we were. I want you back. You can understand that, right?" He didn't have an argument and simply grunted a reply. He couldn't tell her the real reason for his `lack of libido' but knew that he didn't really need the help. His sex drive was as strong, or stronger than it's ever been. He'd go to the appointment to prevent another argument but he wouldn't take the pills. "Dinner will be ready in an hour," she stated matter-of-factually before getting up to leave. His ego was bruised and he was embarrassed by this, but he couldn't face the consequences of revealing the truth. He waited for her to leave before he reached for his hidden cell phone to call Madison. "Hey slut," he whispered into the phone with a smile. She giggled. "Sorry about hanging up like that but my mom barged into my room and gave me a hard time about my homework." "Oh my god! My mom just did the same thing! How weird is that?" "Yea pretty weird. Did she see anything?" "No. I heard someone trying to open my door and then you told me to get cleaned up so I pushed everything under my bed and opened my history book just as she unlocked my door! It was close `cause if she woulda opened my door like five minutes earlier she woulda caught me again." "Yea we don't want that. We need to be more careful. I won't be able to call you at ten so I'll just say good night now," he said wiping his brow with the damp towel. "Make sure you bring all the condoms with you, I want them filled for me, Madison. Can you do that for me?" "All six?" "Yes slut, all six! Now good night and don't forget to sleep with my cock inside your pussy again tonight." "Matt, I was really sore this morning." "Ever hear the expression `love hurts'? If you love me you'll be willing to do whatever I ask of you, understand?" "Okay," she said sighing. "I will." Signing off he headed for the bathroom. Theresa was right; he was sweating like a pig and smelled like sex. He'd clean up and later make love to his wife. Maybe she'll forget about that doctor's appointment on Friday. *** Carl turned down Walnut Street for the third time, making another full circle as he drove toward her school once again. It was almost six o'clock and both he and Theresa were very worried when she didn't come home at her usual time. She wasn't answering her cell phone and neither of her friends had seen her since school let out. For twenty-five minutes he's been driving a four block area hoping to find her. Slowing down as he approached the high school a backpack near the corner of the building caught his attention. It was Madison's. Parking in the empty parent pick-up lot he quickly made his way to the abandoned satchel hoping to find her nearby. Reaching for it he heard a soft moan coming from behind the shrubs along the side of the building. "Madison?" he called out. There was no response. He repeated her name and walked closer, seeing the jacket she had on this morning tossed over the bushes. "Is that you?" "Don't come back here!" she cried out rattling the branches. Carl squatted to see under the leaves and gasped as the vision of his naked daughter struggling to pull her shorts back on came into view. Moving aside a branch he watched as she quickly pulled her soiled shirt back over her naked torso, minus the bra and stood. It took a full minute before she emerged from behind the wall of thick foliage. "My God, Madison! What on earth happened to you!?!?" "I don't want to talk about it!" she huffed marching past him toward her backpack. Carl stared in disbelief at the condition of his young daughter. Dried leaves in her hair, mud and dirt covered her clothes and body, scratches and marks on her body and she had a wild look in her eyes. Something bad happened here but he'll have to wait until tonight to find out. She'll tell Matt but she wouldn't tell her father. "We were very worried about you," he said sitting in the car looking at her. She was staring out the window not paying attention to what he was saying. She was in another world. "Where have you been?" "Nowhere," she mumbled, her head turned toward the passenger window. "That answer may work on me but it won't on your mother," he said opening the window to get some fresh air in. The car suddenly had a very strong and pungent smell. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" he asked patting her left knee. She quickly pulled it away. "Madison what's wrong?" "Can we just go home now?" she barked, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's late, after six o'clock and your mother is home pulling her hair out. She'll want to know where you've been." "With friends," she mumbled turning further away from him. "Okay, with friends," he repeated while starting the car. A month ago he wouldn't have stood for that and would have drilled her for more information and probably punished her for just her attitude, let alone the fact she disappeared for two hours without explanation. Today he wants her on his side as it will make it easier for his plan to work. If they're at odds, she may not be so willing. They drove in silence for six block until he pulled into their driveway. "You're a mess and you need to get cleaned up before your mother sees you. I'll try and distract her to give you time to get to your bathroom for a shower and fresh clothes. Do *not* let her see you like this or I won't be able to help you, understand?" For the first time since he found her she turned to face him. "Why are you doing this?" she asked puzzled. "Because I love you and want what's best for you. Now give me about thirty seconds and then come inside and for God's sake, do not allow your mother to see you, understand?" She nodded. Leaving the door ajar he quietly entered the house, making his way toward the kitchen. The front door shut a few seconds later. Theresa came rushing from the room and crashed into him. "Thank God you're home!" she cried out trying to get around his much larger body. "Did you find Madison?" "Yes, I found her," he replied holding her by the arm. "I sent her up to clean up for dinner." "Clean up? What do you mean?" "I know how weird you can be about cleanliness at the dinner table and she's been working on a science project with some friends." "Science project? What friends? We call all of her friends and no one saw her." "These friends are in her science class. They went to the library to work on it and she lost track of time." "I don't believe it, Carl. Lost track of time? Really? She gets out of school at two-fifty and it's twenty after six, that's a lot of time to lose, don't you think? Where exactly did you find her?" "At the library, like I said." "At the library. Did you *see* her at the library or is that what she told you? You've always been a softy when it comes to Madison and she's probably running all over you right now!" "She was coming out of the library when I saw her so yes, I *saw* her at the library." "Who was she with?" "I don't know, I've never met them. Just some kids in her class. There were two boys and two girls so there's nothing to worry about." "Why didn't she tell us about this project sooner?" "You know how kids are now-a-day. They'd forget their own names if you didn't tell them every day," still keeping her at arm's length. "I'm surprised she remembers where our house is," he added with a smirk. "You think this is funny? Our daughter disappears for three hours and you think it's funny?" "I think you're overreacting again." "What? Like what I caught her doing the other day? Was that overreacting?" "Look, Theresa, why don't you go take one of your anxiety pills and lie down for a while. I've already spoken to her about this but you can talk to her too if you want. I'm sure she'll tell you the same story she told me." "I don't need another pill, Carl; I want my husband and daughter back! The ones I had before all this nonsense started. I don't know what's happening but you're acting just as strangely as she is and I don't like it!" "I don't think we're acting any odder than before, Honey. I already told you I'm under a lot of stress from my job and Madison is soon to be a teenager and we all know how crazy that time can me. I'm sure it will pass." "I don't know, you both started acting funny about the same time." "Are you sure it's *us* who are acting funny? Your shrink did say you're prone to panic attacks and you have anxiety issues. Maybe your thinking we're acting weird is a symptom. Why don't you go lie down and let the stress wash away, okay? Madison and I will eat dinner and clean up the mess so you don't have to worry about it." "This isn't over with, you know. I still want to talk to her about this and make sure she doesn't pull another stunt like this ever again. She's only twelve and has to live by our rules!" "Yes, Honey, I know. I'll let her know you want to talk to her. Now go take a pill and get some rest, you look pretty frazzled." "Maybe I should. I've been a nervous wreck for the past two hours and for a while there I could hardly breathe." "I don't want you getting sick over this. Get some rest and let me handle our wayward daughter," he told her giving her a hug. "Maybe tonight we'll have a repeat of last night," he whispered into her ear. He felt her relax in his arms. By seven o'clock Madison still hadn't come down to eat. Carl had been keeping the food warm and went to find out where she was. Her bedroom door was closed but not locked. He knocked and waited for her permission to enter. It never came. Slowly he opened the door to find her laying on her stomach on her bed with the soles of her feet facing the ceiling. Her computer was on and she quickly shoved something under her pillow. "How are you feeling?" he asked entering the room. She didn't respond as he sat next to her on the bed. `Dinner's getting cold. Why don't you come down and eat something, I'm sure you're starved." "I don't want to," she replied not turning her attention away from the screen. "Why not? Aren't you hungry?" He asked brushing her hair away from the side of her face. She turned her head away from him. "Princess don't be like that," he said in his sweetest voice. Her body stiffened and she turned to look at him. "Why did you call me that?" she asked. Carl could see her face better in the bedroom light and she didn't look very happy. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were red and puffy as if she had been crying. "What do you mean? I used to always call you that." "Yea I know, but you haven't called me that since I was eight-years-old. Why now?" "I don't know, you looked like you could use some cheering up, that's all. I didn't know that was a problem." "It's not. It's just strange hearing you say it, that's all," she said dropping her face toward the bed. "Do you want to talk about it? I mean what happened after school? Maybe I can help." "No." "Okay, well if you ever do, you know you can tell me anything, right?" She didn't respond. He stood. "Come downstairs and eat, you'll need your strength." "Is mom down there?" "No, she went to bed. She had a bad headache." They quietly ate dinner, Madison's stare never leaving her plate. Carl noticed she had a slight waddle when she walked and it took her twice as long to get down the stairs as usual. She sat slumped over her food, her mouth just inches over her plate as she leisurely forked food into her mouth. Normally he would have corrected her posture but this time he did not. "How was school?" he asked breaking the silence. He had finished his meal and was watching her eating. "Okay," she mumbled her reply. "Anything exciting happen?" "No." "What about after school?" "No." It was obvious that she wasn't going to discuss this with him and he'd have to wait for her to tell Matt to find out. The suspense was eating at him but he knew not to push her. Standing he brought the dishes to the sink. "When you're finished wash your dishes. I'll clean mine and put the food away. After that go to your room and work on your homework and please keep the noise down as your mother is sleeping." She grunted a reply. Carl crept upstairs and softly opened their bedroom door to check on his wife. She was softly snoring which meant she was still fast asleep. He smiled and gently shut the door. It was time for Matt to sign on. ~ end of chapter 2 wetfly6969@aol.com