Teacher’s Pet_(1)

I still thought of my fourteen-year-old daughter as a little girl until the day I accidentally caught my husband, David, looking at her as something more. It was summer, and David and I are both school teachers, so all three of us were stagnant for the summer. We were occupying ourselves by watching a movie and I was returning from the kitchen with popcorn for the night. Emily was lying on the couch, completely unaware, knees up, her phone propped in front of her, offering her father a perfect view under her nightgown. Her nightgown was plenty long enough under normal circumstances, but with her feet on the couch, pulled in to lift her knees, most of her thighs were in view, along with some of her panties. I halted, not because of the way Emily was sitting, but because her dad was sneaking a peak.

I stood there and watched for nearly a minute. Emily seemed completely unaware. Her attention was completely on her phone as usual and David kept looking, staring right up her nighty, the bulge in his sweats showing his interest.

I couldn’t blame David for looking for a couple of reasons. My daughter hasn’t quite figured it out yet. She’s still a little young, but also, her figure isn’t perfect. She’s not the skinny model type, nowhere near fat, mind you, but her legs are thick, mostly with muscle from soccer. Her stomach is still fairly flat, showing signs of definition when she flexes and for a girl her age, she has nice sized breasts. I’ve seen her naked and if I were a man, I’d want to look too. I also couldn’t blame David, because I wasn’t appalled by him looking at her. In fact, seeing him looking at her made me a little wet. I’d never told anyone this, but when I was her age, I used to sit on my father’s lap, just to see if I could get a rise out of him. When I did, it excited me, making me feel a little sexier than I did before I discovered what happened to men when pretty girls sat on their laps. Nothing ever happened between my father and I, but a few times, I let myself fantasize about what I would do if he ever tried anything with me. My only regret, I think, is that nothing ever did.

A part of me wanted her experience to be different.

Once I realized that there was nothing more to see, I continued into the living room and retook my seat on the loveseat. Emily kept her position for a while as the movie played, but David was no longer free to look over at her without risking me seeing him.

The rest of the night was eventless, but I couldn’t get the incident out of my mind. I kept seeing him gazing at her and it made me wonder where he was at. Whether he was capable of sharing an experience with Emily that my father wasn’t capable of sharing with me. God knew I tried a few times. Prancing around my house in my panties, trying to get my father to notice me, which, in his defense, he did, always reminding me to go back to my room and put something on. Not the reaction I was hoping for.

The next morning, I decided to take a little action. I put a lot of thought into it the evening before, trying to figure out how to plant the seed, either in David’s head to get him to try something with her, or in Emily’s to get her to want him to. I decided Emily was my best option. David already had the incest seed somewhere in his mind. For my plan to work, Emily needed to be on the same page.

“Can I talk to you for a minute,” I asked her after knocking on the frame of her open bedroom door. She was in her room, headphones donned, partying away to music I didn’t understand. She looked a little annoyed, but she stopped her music and removed her headphones.

“Is it important?” she asked me. “I’m not in the mood right now for lectures, mom.”

“Oh, boy,” I said.

“Seriously? It’s summer, mom. No lectures, please?”

“Well, I’ll try not to make it sound like a lecture then. I’ll just inform you of what happened last night.”

“What happened? Grandma’s okay, isn’t she?”

“She’s fine. It’s about your father,” I said. I turned and closed the door and then sat down next to her.

“What about dad? Wait? You two are happy, right?”

“We’re fine. Just listen and stop trying to guess.”

“Okay,” she said.

“I don’t want to creep you out or anything, all right.