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A Daughter's Helping Hand

bymt44©

A big thanks to aleigh10170609 for editing this.

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Chapter 1 -- A Talk About Dad.

Monday. September 12th. 6:58 AM.

"Come on, Ella, let's just get it over with."

Ella looked up from her bowl of cereal at the kitchen table. God, it was so embarrassing. She's an eighteen-year-old high school senior, not a girl in middle school. Did she really need to have this talk with her mother?

Linda shot her daughter a stern look from directly across the table. Sure, they had the sex talk back when Ella started going through puberty, but there were a few things that were long overdue to be discussed. And she needed to make sure they were on the same page with her daughter going off to college in a year.

"I know we've discussed a lot of things over the years," Linda started, "but I just want to make sure you don't have any questions. You're a senior in high school now and you're going to be in college before we know it. I don't want you feeling overwhelmed about something you're afraid to ask me about."

"Mom, what year is it?" Ella laughed. "You know the internet exists, right? Don't you think I can just google stuff I'm curious about?"

The fit, brown-haired, brown-eyed, forty-two-year-old mother of one glanced down into her coffee. Maybe she wasn't needed, but then again, the internet didn't have twenty-five years of sexual experience to help guide her daughter. Well, it kind of did, but the advice wouldn't be personal. She didn't want Ella to struggle with the same problems she had when it came to her early years of relationships and sexual exploration.

"The internet is full of bullshit and nonsense. Listen, I know you're fine about sex and birth control. We've gone through that stuff before. I'm talking more about men. Do you have any questions about boys?"

Ella dropped her spoon into her half-eaten breakfast. She'd suddenly lost her appetite. "Boys? Jesus Christ, Mom..."

"I'm serious," she firmly told her daughter.

"No, I don't have any questions about boys."

"Are you sexually active right now?" Linda questioned.

"Oh my God, Mom!"

Linda raised her eyebrows. "It's a yes or no question."

"No, I'm not sexually active!" the teen responded with some attitude. "You know I don't have a boyfriend!"

"That doesn't mean you're not active," her mom noted.

Ella closed her eyes, wishing that this nightmare of a discussion never happened. "I'm not some slut, Mom! I've had sex with one guy in my life, and we dated for three years! I'm not going around hooking up with random guys. I'm not that kind of girl."

"I never said you were."

"And I need to actually care about a man before I do anything," Ella continued. "Believe me, we don't need to have this talk. I'm not going to be having sex with guys at parties and stuff."

Linda nodded. "I was the same way until I got to college, and then things changed a bit. Listen, I wasn't some slut, but I did my fair share of experimenting. It's not a bad thing. It's a chance to find yourself and learn what you're into and what turns you off."

The eighteen-year-old was a spitting image of her mother when she was younger. Long brown hair, prominent brown eyes, and a slim, perky figure to match. The five foot, six inch brunette had an athletic, toned frame from her years of volleyball and field hockey, but she didn't feel strong and fit as she continued to have this talk at the kitchen table—she was feeling sick.

"Sometimes men will try to pressure you into doing stuff you aren't comfortable with," Linda stated. "Especially guys your age. And the party atmosphere creates a sexual vibe where girls are expected to do stuff. I just want you to be safe."

"What did I just say?" Ella questioned her mother. "I told you I'm not into that kind of stuff."

"But men can be relentless, honey. Sometimes they want stuff that you aren't okay with. I just want you to know that it's fine to say no."

A curious expression suddenly overcame the teen's face. "What men are we talking about?"

"All men," Linda clarified. "Especially when they're drunk and all revved up. And a lot of them are like that even when they aren't partying. Just understand that it's always your decision as to whether or not you want do something."

"I know..." Ella huffed.

Linda took a sip of her coffee and rolled her eyes. "Your father is like that. Just constant. He's relentless at times. It's exhausting, you know?"

Ella's head perked up.

"It gets tiring having to constantly tell him no," Mom continued to vent, "but what am I supposed to do? I don't know why I'm telling you this. It's none—"

"No, it's fine!" Ella passionately interjected. "You can tell me."

"No, I can't," Linda chuckled, shaking her head. "I absolutely can't. This isn't a discussion about me anyway. It's a discussion about you."

"So, it's fine to ask me if I'm having sex, but you're off-limits? That doesn't sound fair to me."

She raised her eyebrows at her daughter. "I can't tell you about my sex life."

Ella took a bite of her cereal. Suddenly, her appetite was back. "Dad is relentless?"

"Oh my God..."

"What?" she laughed. "That's what you said, right? That Dad is relentless."

Linda grew flustered as she peered down at the table. "Me and my big mouth..."

"And what did you say?" Ella continued. "That you're always turning him down?"

"Ella..."

"The last time I had sex was a year ago," the teen admitted. "Kyle and I just celebrated our three year anniversary and we fooled around while his parents went to a movie."

Linda raised her eyebrows.

"There was no one before and there's been no one since," Ella told her. "So, there ya go. Your turn."

"My turn?"

"Yep," the young brunette grinned, "I just told you my situation, so, let's hear it."

"Hear what?" Linda asked.

"Your situation," she clarified. "Dad is relentless?"

Linda hesitantly glanced at her daughter. Jim was getting ready for work and he would come storming into the kitchen at any moment. The last thing she needed was for him to hear this conversation.


"Yeah..." she reluctantly told her daughter, "he can be a little overbearing at times."

"How so?"

Linda took a deep breath. "Do you really think this is appropriate to be discussing?"

Ella immediately nodded.

"Well, umm...he has a...how do I say...high sex drive."

A slight smile appeared on Ella's face.

"And I don't. Well, I don't think there's a person alive who has one like Dad, but that isn't my point. This was what I was talking about earlier. He always wants to mess around, and I have to put my foot down and tell him what I'm comfortable with. You can't let a man walk all over you. Give a guy an inch and he'll take a mile."

"Will you stop!" Ella laughed. "Dad is the greatest guy ever! Don't make him sound like some sex-crazed maniac!"

Linda rolled her eyes.

"Are you serious?" the teen smiled. "He's really that relentless?"

"I can't believe we're talking about this..."

"It's fine, Mom," Ella smirked but stayed on track. "So, like what? You two are always going at it?"

"We would be if it was up to him," Linda chuckled.

"But you aren't because you're not okay with it?" Ella asked.

Linda nodded. "Exactly. See my point? You need to establish yourself no matter the situation. Even in marriage."

"So, you guys found a middle ground? You compromised?"

"Yeah, we did," she told her daughter. "We found something that works for both of us."

"And what's that?" Ella inquired.

"We do what I say," Linda said before taking a sip of her coffee.

She curiously observed her mom for a few moments. "Umm...how is that a compromise?"

"Because it works," Linda smiled.

"So, like, how often do you guys have sex?"

"We can't discuss that," she answered her daughter. "That's too much."

"I don't think it is," Ella countered. "I mean, you're trying to tell me to establish my boundaries in a relationship, so I'm wondering how you did it. You just straight up told Dad what the deal is?"

Her mother nodded.

"And he goes along with it?"

"Yep," Linda answered before taking another sip from her cooling coffee.

"Well, how often do you guys mess around?"

Linda debated with herself for a moment over whether or not to answer her daughter's question. Honesty and openness were two values she instilled in Ella from an early age. She didn't want to be a hypocrite and shy away from the truth. And after all, she was using this information to prove her point.

"Once or twice a month."

Ella's jaw dropped.

"What?" Linda asked, surprised by her daughter's vivid reaction. "It works."

"For who!? You? Mom, you just told me that Dad is relentless. How in the world does that math add up to you?"

"It's enough for the both of us," she told Ella. "I have to draw the line somewhere. I would never get anything done if I didn't. Messing around a few times a month works."

"Wait, once or twice a month is everything? Blowjobs too?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Yeah, I'm curious," Ella firmly responded.

"Blowjobs are for dating," Linda went on. "They aren't for marriages. You'll understand when you get older."

Ella sat at the kitchen table, dumbfounded.

"What's that look for?" Linda asked. "I'm just being honest."

"Let me get this straight," Ella started. "Dad has a high sex drive and he's always ready to go?"

Her mother nodded.

"You have sex once or twice a month and oral is off the table?"

Linda nodded again but stayed silent.

"And that's how you compromise in a marriage?" Ella asked. "You just selfishly do whatever you want and ignore your husband's needs?"

"Woah, wait a minute..."

"That's bullshit, Mom!" Ella harshly stated with an annoyed look on her face. "That's not how a relationship should work. Especially with a guy like Dad."

Linda just stared at her daughter.

"Dad is amazing," she went on. "You should see some of my friends' fathers. Kate's dad is like three hundred pounds and he just sits around and watches TV all day. Dad works hard, he stays in shape, and he's unbelievable to the both of us. You aren't doing your job."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, you heard me," Ella continued. "You're supposed to take care of him. It's your job to keep him happy."

"I work."

Ella took a quick bite of her cereal. "I know that, but this is part of your job too. You can't have sex with a guy like that once or twice a month and expect him to be happy. And no blowjobs? Are you crazy? How's Dad always in a good mood? It doesn't make any sense. He should be miserable."

"Ella..."

"This is fucked up, Mom," she told her mother while flashing her a disappointed glance. "You need to step your game up and take care of that amazing man you're married to."

Linda opened her mouth to respond but promptly bit her tongue at the sudden sight of her husband.

"How are my two ladies doing this morning?"

Ella gave her forty-four-year-old father a big smile as she tracked him moving across the kitchen to the coffee maker. He was dressed for work in a pair of beige khakis and a blue dress shirt. His business attire fit his athletic, muscular frame to a tee, and his full head of brown hair and striking brown eyes didn't hurt matters either. He quickly filled his mug before walking over to his wife and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning, Jim," Linda greeted him.

"I'm running late so I have to get moving," he announced. He made his way around the table and gave his daughter's head a playful rub. "I'll see you two later."

"Have a good day, Dad," Ella smiled. "Love you!"

"Love you too!" he shouted back before closing the front door behind him.

Ella's smile quickly dissipated and an irritated glare took its place. "That man? You're not taking care of that man?"

"He's well taken care of," Linda harshly responded.

"Tonight."

"What?" Linda asked, perplexed.

"You better take care of him tonight," Ella clarified.

"That's none of your business," Mom stated. "How about you worry about yourself?"

Ella swiftly shook her head. "Dad is my business and I'm going to make sure he's happy. You better start doing your job." Linda watched her daughter reach for her backpack as she stood up and tossed it over her shoulders. "Because if you don't, someone else might. Have a good day, Mom..."

Chapter 2 -- Honesty.

The following morning. Tuesday. September 13th. 6:48 AM.

Ella and Linda had been glaring at each other for the past four minutes without saying a word. In fact, nothing had been said since Ella strolled into the kitchen to find her mother sitting at the table, drinking her morning coffee. Both ladies were waiting for the other to strike first.

"I'm disappointed in you."

A looked of confusion furrowed Linda's brow. "Excuse me?"

"I stood outside your room last night with my ear pressed to the door," Ella told her. "For an hour."


"You did what?"

Ella nodded. "Yep, for an hour. I heard sounds from the TV and then you eventually telling Dad good night."

Linda waited for her daughter to make her point.

"What I didn't hear was the sounds of you making Dad happy."

"Don't ever listen in on what we're doing again," she hissed at her daughter. "That's a complete invasion of privacy. I would never do that to you."

Ella sat back in her chair, allowing her cereal to soak in the cold milk. "What do you see when you look at Dad?"

"What do I see?"

"Yeah," Ella nodded, "what do you see when you look at Dad?"

"I see a man."

"That's it?" the teen asked. "Just a man?"

"What do you want me to say, Ella?"

"You want to know what I see?" she asked her mom. "I see the world's greatest guy. I see a provider, and a protector, and a man who busts his ass each and every day to make our lives better. I see a guy who keeps himself in shape and is always fixing things around the house. I see a guy who doesn't put off yardwork and never asks you to lift a finger. I see a man who takes us on vacations, and buys us presents, and takes us out to dinner. I see a man who takes a vast interest in all of our hobbies and passions. I see a man who's so far out of your league it makes my head spin."

Appalled, Linda sputtered, "What did you just say!?"

"You have no idea how lucky you are to have Dad," Ella told her mother, hostile and annoyed. "Who are you to dictate his sexual happiness? You should be doing every single thing he wants."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

The eighteen year old was done holding back. "You're a shitty wife."

Linda was stunned.

"How are the two most beautiful women in the world doing this morning?" Jim asked with a big smile as he walked into the kitchen and headed to the coffee maker.

...

...

He looked over his shoulder toward the table due to a lack of a response. His wife and daughter were glaring at each other. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Nothing, Dad," Ella answered, her eyes never leaving her mother's combative face.

Jim filled his mug before taking a seat as he watched the two women in his life continue to glare at each other from across the table. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Linda answered, her attention still locked on her daughter.

Jim uncomfortably observed the silence before his daughter finally looked in his direction.

"Do you have time to answer a question for me, Dad?" Ella asked

Linda was on the verge of lunging at her daughter.

"I always have time for you, baby," he answered. "Whaddya need?"

"It's for school," Ella told her father.

Linda immediately felt herself relax.

"Actually, it's for my Sex Ed class," she noted.

Well, that relaxed feeling went away rather quickly. Linda once again wanted to drag her daughter to her room by her neck.

"Okay." Jim waited for his daughter to ask her question.

"We have an assignment where we have to talk to both a married man and a married woman," Ella explained. "We have to ask them about their preferred number of weekly sexual encounters."

Jim took a swig of his coffee.

"Both the number of times a week they desire to have sexual intercourse, and the number of total sexual activities they would want," she continued. "You know, things like oral sex, and making out, and stuff. Now, this has nothing to do with your current situation or relationship. These numbers are based solely on your personal wants."

"Was Mom the woman you asked?" he inquired.

Ella shook her head as she tried to think of who she wanted to be the female test subject for her fictional question. "No, I asked Kate's mom."

"Kate's mom?" he laughed. "Am I privy to that information?" He quickly glanced at his wife. "Obviously, if Mom is okay with hearing it."

"Yeah, I'm very interested..." Linda said sarcastically as she continued to stare a hole through her daughter.

Ella shot her a glare of her own before turning her attention to her father. "Kate's mom said that she would prefer to have sex three to four times a week, and at least one daily sexual activity."

Jim grinned. "Are you serious!?"

The teen nodded. "Yep. So, I need an answer from a guy. The easiest way to think about this is to pretend Mom doesn't exist..."

Linda wanted to put her fist through her daughter's face.

"...and imagine you're single. Now, when you snap your fingers, your dream girl shows up and does anything you want. It's purely sexual. What would your numbers be?"

"Well, your mother is my dream girl," he instantly stated.

Ella raised her eyebrows with an unimpressed look.

"What?" Jim laughed. "She is. Listen, sexual compatibility is based on a relationship. One person can't call all the shots."

Ella promptly shook her head. "Dad, I just told you that isn't what I'm asking about. This isn't about feelings, or love, or any of that. It's solely about lust."

He took a moment to think. "This is in an unrealistic fantasy world, right?"

"In a world where your sexual wants and needs come first," Ella told her dad.

"I mean, I could go every day, but that obviously isn't something you can do," Jim answered.

"Sex every day or just some kind of sexual activity?" the teen questioned.

"Again, in a fantasy world, I would love to have sex every day and then some kind of sexual activity on top of that too. So, yeah, like two sexual things a day. Is that an option?"

Ella pulled out her phone and pretended to jot down her father's answer for her made up homework assignment. "Yeah, Dad, there isn't a wrong answer. So your ideal number would be fourteen sexual encounters a week? Sex daily and then something on top of that too? And that includes everything? Sex, oral, and stuff like making out?"

"Oral goes both ways?" he asked.

She was slightly taken aback by her dad's honesty, especially considering that Mom was sitting right next to him at the table, but then again, Mom had yet to stopped glaring at her since they sat down across from each other. Who knew if she was even processing the discussion at hand?

Ella nodded.

Jim turned and smiled at his wife. "We should start making out again, by the way."

Her attention shifted to her husband. "What?"

"We should start making out again," he repeated. "I miss it." He turned back to Ella. "I don't know why people stop making out when they get older. It's awesome."

Ella couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, if we're counting sex, oral both ways, and making out, then go ahead and bump that number up to twenty."

She pulled out her phone again. "So, twenty sexual encounters a week? About three a day? Sex daily and then two things on top of that as well?"

"Yeah, I think that's fair," he nodded. "Again, in a fantasy world."

"Interesting..." she noted.

"Need anything else?" he asked.

"Nope. I think I got it. Thanks, Dad!"

"No problem, sweetheart." He finished his coffee before standing up and leaning over to give his wife a kiss. This time he passed on her cheek and instead found her lips. Linda hastily pulled back, only allowing for a quick peck.

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