Father’s Son
I’m sitting in my chair watching Andy play Mario Kart on Wii. Every once in a while he’ll say, “Look, Daddy,” before he uses a power or knocks another racer off a track. My hand is near my face and I can still smell Holly’s pussy on my fingers. It’s faint but it’s there.
I wonder if Andy will ever be like me. I wonder if he’ll ever cheat on his wife with a younger woman. I wonder if he’ll have kids who won’t know he’s fucking a woman who’s not their mother. I wonder if he’ll be gay. If he is, I hope he turns out like Carlos, who always seems happy to be gay.
I wonder what Andy’s first girlfriend will be like. It’s not that long until he’ll be taking some girl to prom and trying to fuck her that night. It’s not that long until he starts to see women the way I do. It’s not that long until he breaks a girl’s heart and has his heart broken and ends up stuck with someone who has changed so drastically that he doesn’t even want to fuck her anymore. I pity him for the life ahead of him, and I hope that he can avoid these things, but I know that will be virtually impossible.
He says, “Look, Daddy,” and I say, “I am, bud, I am looking.”