Aubree Learned a new Profession - Sex Stories

Aubree Learned a new Profession

... never ask if it is enough. That doesn’t even cover school lunches anymore. Right now, most of the extra money I get is whatever I can pick out of your wallet on Saturday mornings. Saturdays are good because half the time you don’t remember what you spent money on the night before. If you weren’t getting screwed, I might be able to buy a fucking banana split once in a while. Dad, I could use a boost in allowance. Why don’t you cut down to once a month or get used to some old-school self-abuse? I need a raise.”

My dear loving, caring, parent looked up at me, “I’m tired, I have to work in the morning,” then rolled away. I was too cold and tired to go back to my room so I pulled the quilt to my ears, rolled away from Dad, and slept. When I woke up, I was lying on my side with a full profile view of my father, naked, in the adjoining bathroom, standing in front of the sink, shaving. I groaned enough he turned his head, said good morning then turned around to piss. What a wonky fucking way to start my next day in Hell.

Well, we didn’t talk about an increase in my revenue, and our lives quickly resumed the dull plod through each day. That normalcy lasted until the next weekend. I was getting ready for a date and my father was lounging in front of the TV when he said, “Aubree, when will you be home?

I checked my phone, “I don’t know dad, this is our second date so he will still be unsure of where to put his hands so I expect to be home before midnight.”

“I might still be ...

... awake then, let’s get buzzed when you come home.” There was a day I used to sneak hits off Dad’s bong. I was pleasantly stoned one night and kind of forgot I had the fucking pipe in my bedroom. That was the night Dad caught me. I was terrified I was gonna get beat but he didn’t chastise me, he invited me to sit on our two-chair balcony and get stoned with him. Since then, we’ve puffed away a few ounces of grass.

“Sure, a rush would feel good.”

It was about 12:30 when I came home from my platonic date and changed into comfy night clothes then I joined my dad in front of the TV. With no conversation, but mutual understanding, he lit his bong and then passed it to me. I sat next to my father watching mindless crap on TV and got high. I settled into a cozy comfort zone and then zoned out until my dad said, “I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day, about the money I spend for getting happy.”

That got my attention, “So, do I get a raise?”

He dodged an answer, “When I was in the Army, I’d go downtown almost every weekend, usually for a blowjob, but once in a while, I’d take a girl somewhere for a whole weekend. Those were the best sex, the weekend women. For some reason being away from the grind of a night's work with ten cocks or so, let them relax and like getting fucked. I’m sure some faked, but most enjoyed that I did the work for two nights.”

“So, you’ve been doing pay-for-lay since before you met mom?”

“Before, never after. Until now.”

“What ...