You’ve seen it and I know you have wondered about it just as I have. How the best-looking and supposedly smartest girls always seem to go for the assholes and the dickheads. They ignore the guys who want to date them and who would treat them right and go for the guys who treat them like shit. Then after being treated like shit do they learn a lesson? Hell no, they go back for more and hang onto the jerk for dear life.
My daughter was one of those girls.
For the day she started middle school she began to parade the worlds longest line of losers and assholes through our living room. She would bring them home and introduce them to me and my wife Barb and we would smile and make nice until the guy left and then sit around and wonder just where we had gone wrong in bringing up DeAnn. We had no idea where she got her values, but we knew for certain that they hadn’t come from us.
DeAnn was a beautiful girl, smart, active in school – Drama Club, Spanish Club, cheerleading and all that – but she was incapable of having a relationship with a nice guy. One thing she did have was an abundance of luck. DeAnn always managed not to be with her losers when they went down as so many of them did. She spent all night riding around with one and two blocks from where he dropped off DeAnn he was pulled over and arrested for driving a stolen car. Another one stuck up a 7-11 while DeAnn was out sitting in the car. She got out of the car to call one of her girlfriends from the pay phone and was in the booth when the cops came peeling into the lot and her boyfriend ran from them. Not all of her boyfriends were that bad, but enough of them were.
Then there were the ones that took advantage of her, mistreated her and in general screwed over her. They stood her up in order to go out with other girls and then lied to her when she asked them about it. They would pick her up, drive to a gas station and borrow money from her to put gas in their car, drive around with her for a half an hour or so and then bring her home. The next day she would find out that the guy went and picked up another girl to spend the rest of the evening with. Would that turn her away from them? No, she would run to the phone the next time they called.
It didn’t get any better when she got older. College was a repeat of high school – one loser after another. It came as no surprise to either Barb or me when DeAnn married one. They hadn’t been married six months before he was punching her around, but it wasn’t his fault DeAnn said. It was just that he was so frustrated at not being able to find or keep a job (he kept failing his drug tests). Five years and two kids later he was busted for possession with intent to sell and was sent away for ten years. Thank God Barb and I thought, now maybe she will meet someone decent. No such luck. She took up with one of her husband’s druggie friends and got the same treatment from him.
Barb passed away about the time that DeAnn took up with Darrel. I put the house up for sale because it was just too big for me to rattle around in. The market was soft at the time and I didn’t get any offers that were anywhere near what I wanted. Then about three months after I put the house up for sale something happened that made me pull it off the market. I went over to DeAnn’s one Saturday to pick up the grandkids to take them to the zoo. When they got in the car Escort I saw that David had a black eye. I asked him what had happened and he turned his face away from me and wouldn’t talk. I was trying to get him to talk to me when little Janie said, “Mommy made him promise not to tell.”
“Tell what, sweetie?”
“That Darrel hit him.”
I was out of that car in a flash and I stormed in the front door. Darrel was sitting on the couch drinking a beer and watching television when I came in. I was looking at him and he could see the murderous rage on my face and he dropped his beer and stood up and I hit him with everything that I had. I picked him up and threw him through the front screen door and then followed him outside where I planned on stomping his sorry ass into the ground. Darrel hit the ground running and never looked back to see if I was gaining on him.
I went back into the house and told DeAnn to start packing, “You and the kids are moving in with me.”
“But I can’t.”
“You don’t have a choice. If the dirtbags you chose to live with want to beat the shit out of you I could care less. You picked them; you deserve what you get. If you want to be a punching bag for assholes that’s up to you, but when you start letting them hit your kids and then you tell your kids not to tell anybody it stops! Now you get busy and pack because if you don’t I will take them away from you.
It was an adjustment getting used to having a house full of kids and a grown daughter living with me again, but after a couple of months things settled down and smoothed out. I paid for DeAnn’s divorce and once David and Jane started school DeAnn went out and got a job. She began stopping after work to socialize with the people she worked with and soon she was dating. She did bring a couple of guys home to meet me and they seemed nice enough and I began to think things might work out for her.
One of the things that happened when my wife died was that my sex life came to an abrupt halt. For a long time after the funeral I had no interest in sex at all, but eventually I started noticing the ladies again. I looked around to see about coming up with some feminine companionship and ran into one of the unpleasant truths of life. The older you get, the older you look. Happens to everybody, right? Well that was my problem – age and perception. The women my age didn’t appeal to me. The women who grabbed my attention were all twenty years younger than me and had no interest in a man my age. I made several attempts to hook up with one of the ones who turned me on with no luck at all. I finally accepted that it would be women my age or my hand.
That’s when I found Internet porn. There was so much to see that could fire me up that I began to wonder if I was going to give myself blisters.
The grandkids were in bed sleeping, DeAnn was out on a date and I was in my den cruising the Net when I found a site that blew my mind away. It was so perverted that I won’t even write about it, but it sure as hell gave me a major woodie. I had my eyes locked on the screen, my cock was in my hand and I was going to town! I heard a low moan and I jerked my head away from the monitor and saw DeAnn standing behind me. She had her skirt up to her waist, her panties were lying on the floor and the fingers of her right hand were working on her clit. I had been Escort Bayan so engrossed in what was on the screen that I hadn’t heard her come into the room. I was still beating my meat, but now it was while I was watching DeAnn working on her pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her fingers as they worked on her love button. Suddenly I noticed that DeAnn wasn’t getting herself off watching what was on the screen – she was watching me jack off. It was too much for me and cum shot out of the head of my dick and got all over my lap and keyboard. As soon as my cock spurted I heard DeAnn give a short cry and I knew that she must have gotten off too. I looked up at her and she averted her eyes so I turned mine away from her and I didn’t see her pick up her panties and leave the room.
The next morning at breakfast DeAnn and I couldn’t look each other in the eye. When I left for work DeAnn was packing lunches for David and Jane and I wondered if I would find that she had moved out when I got home. I worried most of the day that what had happened would poison the relationship that DeAnn and I had. I also worried about what might happen if she moved out. Would she end up with another loser? I know it was irrational of me to think that only if she lived with me could she stay loser free, but what can I say, that is how I felt. I also thought the world of my grandbabies and I couldn’t bear the thought of them living with another Darrel.
When I got home that night DeAnn had dinner on the table and while we still had trouble meeting each other’s eyes we were able to talk to each other. After dinner I played with David and Janie until it was time for them to go to bed then I sat in the living room and watched CNN until I heard DeAnn go into her room and close the door. I gave it ten minutes and then I headed for my den. I got on the computer and brought up the site that had so enflamed me the previous night and before long I had my cock out and I was working away at it.
This time I heard the door open as DeAnn came in. I turned and saw her carrying one of the dinning room chairs with her. She set it down next to me and with out looking at me she sat down, opened her house coat and started using her fingers on herself while watching the monitor. I didn’t know what to do. I should have gotten up and left the room, but would DeAnn take it as a slap in the face? Would doing that just make things worse? I turned my attention back to the computer screen, but I was fighting a losing battle. I could not keep my eyes off of DeAnn and I kept turning to watch her out of the corner of my eye. Finally I gave up all pretense of watching the monitor and turned to watch DeAnn. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were working hard. Suddenly her eyes popped open and she saw me watching her. Her eyes moved down and she watched me stroking myself and then her body tensed, she gave a little cry and then the tenseness slowly left her. Her eye’s never left my cock and she whispered, “Do it, please do it.” I didn’t know what she meant and again she said, “Do it. Make it cum, please do it.” I closed my eyes and recalled the image of DeAnn cumming as her fingers drummed against her clit and I blew a gusher all over my legs. DeAnn watched until the head of my cock stopped spurting and then she stood up and used the hem of her housecoat to wipe as much of the mess off of Bayan Escort me as she could – being very careful not to touch my cock – and then she bent, kissed me on the forehead and left the room.
I spent a sleepless night staring up at the ceiling and thinking about the last two nights. I did my best to rationalize; DeAnn was a grown woman and able to make her own choices. We hadn’t touched each other so no harm, no foul. At the worst it was just exhibitionism and voyeurism and no one had been hurt by it. But I knew it was wrong and that was the bottom line – I knew it was wrong. But I also knew that I couldn’t talk to DeAnn about it. I was afraid that if she took it the wrong way she would take the kids and leave.
The next day was Saturday and DeAnn and I managed to make and hold eye contact and almost act as if everything was normal. I got out of the house and cut the grass and trimmed the rose bushes while DeAnn cleaned house and did the laundry. Then she took the kids to the movies and I worked on my car. The day went by quick and the evening even quicker. DeAnn put David and Janie to bed and I stayed glued to the TV until I was sure that DeAnn had been in her bedroom look enough to fall asleep and then I got up and headed for my den.
DeAnn was sitting in the den waiting for me and what she wanted was as plain as day. The computer was off and she had the two chairs sitting so that they faced each other. When I came into the room she stood up and dropped her robe and then sat her naked body back down in her chair. She looked into my eyes and her fingers went down to her sex and she sat there silently waiting for me to take my seat. I wanted to turn and leave; I knew I should turn and leave, but something in DeAnn’s eyes pulled me toward the chair she had set for me.
Her breasts rose and fell from her heavy breathing as I took my clothes off and sat down opposite her. Her eyes fell to my cock and she started masturbating. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her fingers and I was staring at them mesmerized when her voice broke through to me. “You have to do it too.” I took my cock in my hand and started to stroke it as I watched her watch me jack off as I watched her. This is insane I thought as I watched her fingers churning away in her pussy. Insane or not I couldn’t stop and I gripped my cock harder and stroked faster. I knew what she wanted and I did my best to give it to her. She moaned, threw her head back and her body shook as she had her orgasm, but I wasn’t even close. I was pounding away at my cock and DeAnn slid out of her chair and bent toward me until her face was only an inch or two from my cock and I felt her hot breath on my dick as she said, “Do it, please do it. Make it cum, please make it cum for me” and I did. I had another gusher and this time, besides getting it all over me, I got a glob or two on DeAnn. As she had done the night before DeAnn used her house coat to clean me up, again being very careful not to touch my cock, and then she kissed my forehead and went to her own room.
I’m afraid I know where this is headed and just how it will end, but I’m powerless to stop it. It doesn’t matter how hard I work at convincing myself that I need to put a stop to this madness all I have to do is look into DeAnn’s eyes and hear her whisper, “Do it, do it for me please. Make it cum for me” and I lose all my resolve. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow will be the day I’m able to generate the will power and the common sense to enable me to put an end to it. But for now the kids are in bed and DeAnn is in the den waiting for me so I turn off the TV and head down the hall.