6. Chapter 6
The restaurant is a neutral meeting place.
It’s not expensive or high class, but Mina picked it, and said that my soon-to-be-ex wife would like the food here, which tells you a lot about how well I know the woman I married ten years ago.
It also says a lot about our relationship that I have to invite her out to lunch to get her to talk to us.
It’s been a week of paradise with my daughter. Filling her pussy with my seed, teaching her all the ways to please me and exploring the same with her.
Her teen cunt is more my obsession with each passing day. I’ve impaled her body in every possible way, including her ass, but taking me all the way is still a work in progress.
She wants my cum for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Her sweet pussy needs my cock and instead of watching sweet romance movies, I’ve taken to recording us and playing it back on the TV, teaching her how to move, showing her how beautiful she looks when she comes on my face and cock.
But, there are things to take care of and once we got back into town from our run, I called Karen to tell her to meet us for lunch.
It’s already unpleasant, but I’m not giving Mina up.
No fucking way, so dealing with the practicalities of the divorce and the complications of fucking and loving my step-daughter need to be dealt with.
Karen scans the menu with apparent disinterest, not even noticing that Mina and I are sitting together opposite her, or wondering about the fact I said she could have whatever she wants, my treat.
Perhaps she thinks I’m going to lowball her on the divorce settlement. But that’s not what this is about. And if I was going to try that, I definitely pick somewhere that demands the gentlemen wear jackets, at the very least.
“I’m really very busy, Max. Can we get this over with?” She clicks her fingers at the waitress, and when she comes over, starts listing off the most expensive items on the menu and a glass of white wine.
And that’s fine. She can have everything she wants, just not Mina.
“And for you?” the waitress turns to me and Mina with a raised eyebrow.
“Mushroom soup will be fine,” Mina says, and I growl in frustration.
“She’ll have omelet, fries, a salad and strawberry milk,” I order for her. “And I’ll have the same, but with coffee.”
The waitress nods, smiling and scratching away on her notepad. Then she turns and leaves.
“I wish you’d stop babying her,” Karen scowls as soon as the waitress leaves. “Honestly, Max, I’ve said it before and—”
“How’s Jason, Mom?” Mina interrupts with a smile, the soft acoustical music overhead doing nothing to make this tense moment any easier. I know what Mina’s doing. Any delaying tactic to put off telling her mother what’s going on between us she’s gonna try.
I squeeze her thigh under the table, letting her know I’ve got her back. Daddy’s here.
“Jason is out,” Karen says with a wave of her hand, snatching the glass of Chardonnay from the waitress’s tray before she can set it down and taking a long gulp.
“Once he got what he wanted, he wasn’t interested anymore.
Well, the joke’s on him because his bedroom skills could use a little work. I could have taught him—”
“Mom,” Mina groans, “TMI.”
Karen rolls her eyes. “We’re all grown-ups, darling.
Sex is a fact of life. Anyway, what did you so desperately need to talk to me about?
Please don’t tell me you’ve decided to become a trucker like Max, because that’s not for you, Mina.
You need your sleep, always have. I remember so many days when getting you out of bed was a full-time job of its own.
Homeschooling just gave you an excuse to sleep in. ”
“We’re together,” I blurt out, no more bullshit wasting time. Mina is sitting there with bucket of my cum pumped inside her pussy and her flavor lingers on my lips. There’s no delaying this.
“What on earth are you talking about now? You’re on the same side? Is this about the divorce?” She frowns at Mina. “You’re taking his side over mine?”
Mina rubs her forehead. “No, Mom, you don’t understand.” Mina looks at me, cheeks red, swallowing. I look at Karen. Karen looks at Mina.
Even in the tension, my dick throbs for my baby girl.
I’m tempted to say, we’re fucking, but I promised Mina that we’d do this as painlessly as possible.
“We’re to-gether,” I try again, putting the emphasis on the word.
“Together? I don’t understand…” Karen’s eyes widen as I lick my lips, draping my arm around Mina’s shoulders and pulling her into my side. “Oh, you mean… Oh, God.”
She glances at her daughter, then back at me, then back to Mina. The waitress chooses that moment to arrive with the first of the food.
The three of us sit in absolute silence while she unloads a tray, and when she’s gone, I open my mouth to speak. But before I can, Mina is already jumping in.
“Before you get all crazy, Mom, this was my choice. I mean, like you said, we’re all grown-ups, and sex is a fact of life, and—”
Karen’s glare could cut through steel. “I know what I said. What I said had nothing to do with my husband fucking my daughter. That’s what this means, right? You are fucking her?”
Mina nods as I bite back a chuckle. “That’s one thing we’re doing.”
Mina smacks my chest. “Daddy.”
“Oh, God.” Karen holds her face in her hands. “What am I going to tell people? Did you think about that? No, you didn’t.” Karen shakes her head, then glares at me, pointing her fork. “Did you do this to punish me?”
“Karen, our marriage was over before we left Vegas.” I keep my voice low. “You don’t give two shits what I do, you just care that it might make you look bad. That says it all.”
“How long have you been taking advantage of her?” Her question hints at concern, but her eyes are filled with defeat as she digs in her purse, coming up with her phone. “I’m calling the police.”
Mina smacks her hand on the table sloshing water over the rim of my glass. “He’s not taking advantage of me. And I’m eighteen and there’s nothing illegal about it.”
Karen stares, then sighs, lowering her phone to the table then picking up her fork.
She stabs into a limp lettuce leaf, staring at it as if it’s done her wrong before putting it back on the plate. Then she huffs, crosses her arms, and chews her lip. “I’m not going to pretend I’m happy about this. God knows what I’m going to say when people find out.”
“Who do you care about finding out?” I snap.
“You’ve got your freedom, you can have a new toy every day of the week, Mina will be taken care of and if you keep your shit straight, I’ll keep your checking account topped off like the agreement we made.
But, if you want to start shit, I’ll leave you with nothing. We clear, Karen?”
I take that moment to reach into my back pocket, pull out the folded stack of papers and slide them across the table.
“Sign that right now or our deal is off. I delivered enough videos of you and your litany of extracurricular boys parading around the house to my lawyer to make any judge side with me.”
Karen glares. I’m threatening to take away the thing that made me important in her life.
“What about high school? She’s not even graduated.”
“I’m giving her all the lessons she needs.”
Mina chirps a giggle next to me, then finishes. “Max says I’m an A plus student. I’ll graduate at the end of the month ahead of schedule. I already took all my test exams and aced them all.”
Karen huffs as I take the pen from my front pocket and hold it out between us. “Sign it. Let’s all get on with our lives.”
“You’re as asshole.” She snarls but takes the pen and scratches her signature on the marked spaces, the throws it back at me, hitting me in the chest.
Mina’s eyes light up, and she stands, stepping over and leaning in to hug her mother. It’s hard for a child to understand their parent is flawed but I think Mina does and she loves her anyway.
Pride fills my chest.
“I’m happy, Mom and out of your way. It’s for the best.” Mina bumps the table as her mother stares at her.
Karen seems taken aback for a moment. Then she wraps her arms around her daughter’s shoulders.
“Bye, Mom.”
She pats Mina’s back getting in one last dig which is directed more at me than her daughter. “You’ll be back.”
Mina sits back down, and slides her hand into mine. Karen pretends not to notice, and that’s fine. I’m not going to make her life any more difficult than it has to be.
Because everything I want is right here. And it’s already mine. And I can’t wait to make her my fucking wife.