In the morning Jack, leaving his daughter sleeping like the dead, staggered down to the kitchen for some coffee. He gave a start when he saw Joanna sitting at the kitchen table.
She had been staring off into space as if spooked by something. Then, when Jack wandered in, she gave him that same spooked expression.
“Hi, dear,” he said nervously, sitting down beside her.
Joanna glared at him silently for some moments. Then, in a subdued undertone: “You and Eileen? Really?”
Jack had the decency to blush crimson. “How did you know?”
“I have ears. Eileen’s pretty noisy when she…”
Jack had nothing to say to that.
“Jack, she’s your daughter!” Joanna thundered. “How could you?”
“It wasn’t me, it was her!”
“Oh, you’re blaming it all on her?”
“Well, it’s not something I planned! I wasn’t even going to be in her bed–but she ordered me.”
“And you went along like some sort of slave summoned by his mistress.”
“She was curious, that’s all.”
“Curious about what?”
“You know… the male organ. She called it a ‘strange little object.'”
“I suppose yours has a mind of its own, irrespective of any moral inhibitions coming out of your brain.”
“She’s awfully pretty, Joanna.”
“So you want to sleep with every pretty girl out there, including your daughter–who, by the way, is a lesbian?”
“She now thinks she may be bisexual.”
“I daresay you did your best to convert her.”
“She was kind of in charge of everything.”
“Is that right? What exactly did you two do?”
“Gee, Joanna, it’s a little embarrassing to go into details.”
“Come on, out with it. I want to know what you did.”
“Well, she first put my thing in her mouth.”
“How’d she like that?”
“Pretty well, I think.”
“How’d you like it? Or do I even have to ask that?”
“It was–it was fine.”
Something in his tone of voice made Joanna scowl even more harshly at her ex-husband. “You’re telling me you came in her mouth?”
“I couldn’t help it! She may be a lesbian, but man, she’s a natural cocksucker!”
“Glad to hear it. She actually swallowed?”
“Well, no. She didn’t expect it, so she spit most of it out.”
“You probably didn’t like that very much.”
“Oh, I understood. I didn’t expect her to swallow.”
“So what else? There must have been more. I heard you two carrying on for what seemed like hours.”
“So did you and Vanessa!”
“Never mind that. What else did you do?”
Jack fell into a deep and mortified silence. That’s all that Joanna needed to know.
“You went into her vagina?”
“Well, sure. She wanted it.”
“Did she really?”
“Just to see how it felt.”
“And how did it feel?”
“You’ll have to ask her. She seemed to like it.”
“Did she still have her hymen?”
“She did.”
“But not anymore.”
“No.”
Joanna made a grimace of disgust. “You made her bleed, I suppose?”
“Well, sure. That’s natural, isn’t it?”
“All right, all right. Anything else?”
Again, an abiding silence.
A little shudder went through Joanna. “You’re not going to tell me…” Jack thought he could see steam coming out of her ears. “You went into her butt?” she bellowed in high dudgeon.
“Well, I got hard again! I couldn’t help it. She’s lovely. And she said it’d be okay.”
“And you came in her?”
“Naturally. I hate pulling out.”
“Yes, I’m well aware of that. I hope that was it.”
“Yeah.”
“Jesus Christ, Jack, don’t you have any sense of shame?”
“You’d better take it up with her!”
Just at that moment Eileen wandered into the kitchen, looking bright and cheerful. Seeing her parents in a heated discussion, she said, “You’re talking about me, I gather.”
Joanna immediately turned her outrage to her daughter. “Eileen, how could you?” she cried.
“Oh, Mom,” Eileen said casually, “it’s no big deal.”
“No big deal?” Joanna almost shrieked. “You think getting fucked by your father is no big deal?”
The profanity took Eileen by surprise: her mother almost never used such words in normal conversation. But something about the way Joanna had spoken inflamed Eileen’s anger also.
“Hey! I don’t like the use of that passive voice. If there was any fucking going on, I was the one to do it, not Dad!”
“Amen to that,” Jack managed to get in.
“You keep out of this!” Joanna hissed to her ex. “Eileen, dear, he’s your father. And anyway”–her voice dropped to a whisper–“you’re a lesbian!”
Eileen considered her mother for a moment. “Look, Mom, I was just… intrigued. Frankly, I’ll never be really keen on a guy sticking his thing in me, but it was fun. Anyway, it seems as if everyone in this household is experimenting with different forms of intimacy. You and Vanessa seem to have had quite a good time last night.”
Joanna blushed furiously. “That’s different.”
“How is it different?”
“She’s not my daughter!”
“Okay, granted, but still–”
It was at this point that a sleepy Vanessa wandered in. Seeing all three members of the Martin family apparently at loggerheads, she began to wonder whether they had somehow crossed a line. She had heard, as much as Joanna had, the moans and groans coming from the other bedroom last night–and while it had startled her that Jack and Eileen could have done what they had done, the matter wasn’t quite as personal and emotional to her as it was to Joanna.
“Hi,” she said to everyone in a small voice.
“Hi, love,” Jack said in a welcoming voice.
“Hello, dearie,” Eileen said with her customary mild sarcasm.
Joanna said nothing, looking away from her. Vanessa poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down next to the woman she’d had such an intense session with the night before.
“What’s going on?” Vanessa ventured.
“Just a discussion,” Jack said at once. “So… you and Joanna enjoyed yourselves?”
“Of course we did. But it was a lot more than that. It was–very meaningful.” And Vanessa extended a hand and put it on Joanna’s arm.
“Thank you, dear,” Joanna said. “It was meaningful for me too.”
“Well, then, everyone’s happy!” Eileen said jovially. “Aren’t we, Mom?”
“We’re fine,” Joanna muttered. “Everything’s fine.” Then she broke out into a smile, taking in her ex-husband and her daughter. “But you two really were very naughty last night!”