It was with shame in her heart that Sophia reached for her phone. She knew the answer she was going to get; she knew that this was a useless call to make, and would only intensify her shame at her own desperation; she also knew that she was helpless to stop herself from making it, regardless of what she “knew.” The cunt wants what the cunt wants, and the mind can’t convince it otherwise.
Daddy hadn’t been around for a couple of weeks. Her daughters were lounging around the house, moping, trying to pretend like they weren’t constantly waiting for the doorbell to ring. Sandy was especially pathetic, keeping herself naked at all times just in case.
In fact, Sophia was tempted to have Sandy make this call instead of herself. It was her fault in the first place! She was the one who’d brought the man over! Sophia had been doing so well, for years, until suddenly, in a single evening, Daddy had turned her back into a gook slut again! Let Sandy make this pathetic call, and make a fool of herself!
But no. That wasn’t fair. Sophia understood who and what she was. She couldn’t blame Sandy for awakening a part of her that had always been there, even if it had been dormant for a while. And maybe it was better that her daughters learn their true calling under the watchful gaze of their mother, instead of on their own.
She sighed, and called him.
“Hello?” he answered.
“Hello, Daddy. It’s S- It’s… Mama Slut. We were just wondering… Um… we were just wondering if you wanted to come by this weekend? Daddy?”
“Mama Slut?” he asked, genuinely bewildered. “Mam… Oh, right! The gooks!”
“Yes,” she responded quietly. “The family of… ‘gooks’ you… befriended. Would you like to come by for… a pleasurable weekend?”
“Nah, I’m good,” he responded. She could hear the smile in his voice. “I made a new friend last week.” Sophia realized that she could hear slurping sounds in the background, as Daddy talked to her.
“I see,” she said. “Thank you Daddy. Have a good weekend.”
“You too, slut! Go out there and get laid!”
She heard the call disconnecting, and set down her phone. Part of her wanted to rush over to Daddy’s house, pummel at his door, and show this new slut how to do it right; there was no way he’d found a girl who could suck him better than Sophia could! But she knew it was over.
“Girls!” she called out. “Get dressed. Wear something skimpy. We’re going out. I’ve still got a lot to teach you…”