"My baby girl, I'll give you a surprise you will love."

I knew better than bothering you to tell me more, besides then it wouldn't be a surprise. You wanted to give me a surprise, so of course I wasn't going to ask.

"Dad, you know what will be the worst part of Mom being at home?"

"No, Princess. Tell me, what will be the worst part about having Mom at home?"

"Knowing you're not getting all those nice things you deserve, those things that make you so happy. Mom is so mean not to give you blowjobs anymore. How did she start finding it disgusting? I love it! I could be giving you blowjobs all day long, I mean, as often as you'd want."

Of course I wasn't going to be bothering you about giving you a blowjob if you weren't in the mood, but I wanted you to be in the mood very often, actually all the time, it was so good, and it made you so happy.

"My baby, you are so good. Do you like being a good girl for Daddy?"

"Dad, making you happy is by far what I like the most!"

When we got to the airport parking lot, I couldn't control myself anymore. Mom was going to be with us for almost two weeks and it became harder and harder to live with the fact.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Princess?"

"Are we on time?"

"Yes, my baby girl, we have plenty of time. As you know, I hate being in the nick of time."

"Of course." I was too shy to go on because I don't like asking things from you.

"Why?" You looked straight at me and it was a direct question so I had no choice but to answer.

"I would like to give you one last blowjob before Mom arrives. I mean, if you'd like." you said hugging me.

"I would love to get a blowjob right now," you said with your hand on the back of my neck. Man, I had my mouth already open to get your thing in as soon as possible, "but you see, we're in a public place here and we could very well get caught. I hate denying you what you want, but I know you are very understanding."

"Of course Dad." I'm sure you could tell I was disappointed even though I was smiling. "It's okay, I'll wait."

I would have liked to at least rub your thigh but you had already said no and it was dangerous. I felt stupid for asking. You smiled.

"Let's go."

We walked in to pick up Mom like we had done so many times, but now it felt so different. I was afraid Mom would be able to tell by something in my face, but she had never cared much about me, so then I thought it was going to be okay.

She came out to meet us and it was like every other time. She gave you a peck on the lips and she kissed my cheek twice, like she was French or something. On our way back she was already giving you a hard time about your job, she couldn't even wait to get home. I didn't bother telling her about my grades, she never cared when I used to tell her, and didn't ask when I stopped doing it. So we got home and she wouldn't eat anything from the nice meal you had prepared for her. It happened a lot, she was crazy about staying thin, so this time again she went straight to the bathtub with her aromatic candles and what not. We ate and I could feel how you weren’t as happy as you had just been. It was always a bit of a chill when Mom arrived, but now it was stronger. You did your best to make things look okay, and most times it worked, but not this time. Anyway, I was happy every time just to be with you and have a conversation as we usually did. I went to bed. I heard you moving around and I was getting kind of sad because you didn't give me a goodnight kiss, but I wasn't going to cry, I had already cried the day before and it could get annoying, so I fell asleep trusting you know best.