Home Remedy: Daddy’s Cock

“Mom. It’s me, Pammy. Dave and I had an argument and I was wondering if I could stay with you and Dad tonight. …. Thanks. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

Mom welcomes her daughter, “Pammy, baby, come on in. I’ve got your coat. Daddy, Pammy’s home! Let’s go into the kitchen. Dad made some decaf for you.”

Mom and Pammy take chairs from the table. Dad turns from the stove, “Hi, Pammy Honey, what’s happened? Here’s some decaf.” Dad pours and Mom follows with the cream.

Pammy is 5’3” at 120 lbs with short blonde hair and a 36 C chest. Her red lipstick is applied to lips which look as if they had silicone ejections but they are natural. Her nymphet shape, classy clothes and styled hair makes for a sexy and sophisticated young woman. Her degree from Wellesley back East gives her the demeanor of a class act.

Pammy sips the hot coffee, “I hate to discuss Dave and my problems with you guys. We were arguing again – the same stuff – finances, politics, and fighting over the computer. He likes the Tea Party and I like Obama. We both love web camming on the computer so we fight over it. We just need to buy another computer. He wants to buy a Harley and I want to save money for the kid’s college fund. He is uncomfortable of my being naked at home in front of the kids. He wants to confine it to when we go on our nudist outings. There seems to be one thing after another. We just need to get away from each other for a night.”

Mom says, “There – there, darling. Drink your coffee. I hope he is not uncomfortable with us all being nude when your family stays here is he? We just love seeing little Tommy’s penis develop and the hair that is forming around Jeanne’s pussy.”

“No, that is not an issue, Mom. We have pride in our bodies and sexual expression. We want the same experience for Tommy and Jeanne and appreciate it when we come here they can see mature bodies.”

‘Mom replies, “Thank goodness for that. Well, it’s late and we all need to get to bed. We can sort this out in the morning.”

“Oh, I won’t be able to sleep. I’m done in.”

Pammy, leaves some red lipstick on the rim of her glass and faces it towards her father. She can guess his reaction, “How can something like a little red blotch look so enticing?”

He asks, “What’s the problem, Sugar?” Pammy has always thought her father to be the most handsome and masculine father anyone could have. He is 6’ at 180 lbs with thick black hair with salt and pepper sideburns. His muscular but not muscle bound. Pammy has always enjoyed watching him work out in the nude in their basement. If he had any defect it would be his reticence. It has bothered her mother but not her. In fact she finds it endearing.

Pammy looks at Mom then decides to let it out, “I’m sure Mom has told you about it because I have discussed it with her several times. Dave just can’t satisfy me in the bedroom. Yet, I have to admit that I know it’s not Dave’s fault because the guys in our swinger’s club can’t do it either. I just keep looking for that one man – to pardon the expression ‘do me.’ I need to be satisfied so that I do not want more sex with some other guy right afterwards.”

Pammy glances toward her father, and sees his eyebrows arch.

Mom says, “Daddy, can get you her some Tylenol PM. Then, Dad, why don’t you go to bed. We women can thrash this out.”

“If it is problem with my daughter, Karen, then I want to stay and help.” Dad replies. Mom acquiesces.

Karen is a full bodied 48 year old woman who is a flirt by necessity. She would look prudish if she attempted to hide her exceptional assets. So she flaunts her cleavage and her butt. She wears tight fitting clothes. Many of her comments are double entendre – like earlier this evening when the pizza delivery boy arrived, “Can I help you with your package?” She has been a provocative role model for her daughter. Tonight is unusual because she changed into silk kimono pajamas –which present a less suggestive style. Karen does not want to compete with her daughter for her husband’s attention this evening since she has something in mind for him.

Pammy’s mother and father have always been aware they have produced a daughter who surpasses them when it comes to a sexual presence. Other parents may be concerned about the sexual precociousness in their daughters but Pam’s parents are proud of it in theirs as well as the joie de vivre she exudes.

“I hate to have these darn thoughts running through my head all night and then be tired all day tomorrow because of it. Mom, you know I don’t take medications unless my life depends on it – and that includes even aspirin. My doctor thinks that is why I’m so healthy.”

“Pammy, your dad has a new remedy, some alternative to medication, which has been worked for me. What do you say Dad?”

“Mother!” Dad’s eyebrows arch.

Mom again eyes her daughter seeing a young woman whose active lifestyle has slowed in the past two years. She and Dave had been carefree with their primary social activity is being swingers in their community. Now they have their hands full raising two young children.

Mom continues in a reverie about her daughter who is not a ditzy blonde but just one that is so focused on sex that everything else seems so peripheral. She knows that Pammy met her husband, Davy, at a swingers’ event. She realizes that although Dave and Pammy have their spats they have a solid bond, not just because of their two children, but more importantly their mutual interest in the intensity of sexual expression of the human body. As Mom’s friend Dorothy says, “People do find each other.” And she and Dave have.

Mom returns to her daughter’s concern. “So, still problems with sex? Then she turns to her husband, “Okay, Dad, if you want to help you need to hear this.”

Pammy looks at her father, hesitates but continues, “Yeah. You know I love sex but I’m just never satisfied. I even saw a sex therapist a few months ago. She said she has had a couple of other women who have similar issues but I am the only one who gets it about every day and is still not satisfied. When Dave isn’t fucking me then the guys from the club are. I get fucked usually during the week from one or two guys from our club who we have come to the house and of course on the weekends I get two or three of the boys and sometimes one of the girls. Actually we are not that big for a swinger’s club – only 20: ten gals and ten guys.

Mom and Dad look at each other wishing they had been an organized sex club in their area earlier in their marriage. They had to put their own sex group together and it was an informal one with just three other couples.

Both Pammy and her mother note that Dad just put his hand down on his bathrobe which covers his crotch to keep his cock from standing.

Pam continues, “It’s a cozy little clique. We are a mindfulness swinging group which means we start with a group meditation before we pair off. The meditation is usually a half hour. We could be in silence or saying “om” together. In addition to our weekend events we have regular social events. We may go bowling one month then swimming the next month – usually nude events, of course. We go just before closing so we get the managers to give us some private space. Sometimes we have to let them into the activities.

“So that part of our life is fine but the sexual satisfaction is not. The therapist said I have to accept the fact that I am insatiable. She thinks I have a severe case of ‘penis envy’ with an Electra Complex. Penis envy? I am well satisfied having a cunt. On the other hand who the hell doesn’t have some penis envy? Even my Lesbian friends say they would like a cock to play with – they just don’t want what it is attached to.”

“The therapist also told me, instead of the Oedipus Complex where the son has a thing for his mother, in the Electra Complex the daughter wants to push the mother aside and get impregnated by the father. I thought this was far fetched but I have been considering it recently and begin to believe there may some truth in it.

Mom responds, “Pammy, you would not have to push me aside for anything that you want especially if it could help you. I know Daddy feels the same way. Don’t you Dad? (Dad nods.) Did the therapist have a recommendation?”

“She didn’t think I had an addiction because I don’t have twisted thinking nor am preoccupied with sex thoughts. After I explained the natural family lifestyle I had been brought up in she was surprised I had the problem I have. She did recommend Prozac but, I won’t take meds for anything other than the bc pill. Also, she said it might lower my sex drive which of course then makes it a definite no-no.

“The therapist only charged me for one of the two sessions because I gave her the phone numbers of a couple of the guys. She said she needed resources for her patients which of course was a joke.”

Pammy’s mind is piqued, “Mom, I know I won’t be getting any sleep tonight the way my mind is going. So what is this alternative medication you are referring to?”

“Honey, it’s not really alternative medication, it’s an alternative procedure your Dad read about a few months ago. It not only helps a person sleep when they are anxious but is also pleasurable. There are no chemicals or pills involved. However, it’s not something parents normally offer their kids. Yet it might work for our family because of our sexual openness. I don’t know if it would help your man problem too.”

“I will try anything except pills. I want to try it because I need some sleep.”

Dad rises, “Well it is time for me to get to bed. See you both in the morning.”

Mom counters, “Dad, I think you should stay just a little longer.”

“Sure, Karen.” Dad returns to his chair.

“Okay then Pammy. Take your bag into your old bedroom, wash up and get ready for bed. Then come back here to the kitchen and I will explain it to you.”

While Pammy is in her bedroom, her mother tells her husband. “See I told you honey, she is dealing with all this anxiety of not being sexually satisfied –as if she is missing something. I think that article about that Chinese technique you came across has really helped me calm down and we ought to let Pammy try it. Besides, you two have always been so close. You would never have had as such an intimacy if I had not helped you both.