“So, uhhh… that happened,” I said.
“Yup,” my dad replied.
We sat in silence for a moment, both staring out the window at the hood of his truck. He shifted into gear and pulled out of the parking lot of the sex shop without a word. Recently I had taken to attending the glory hole at said shop, and things were going well until my dad came in for a blowie. I didn’t *know* it was him when I started. That’s kinda the whole point of glory holes, you don’t know who you’re sucking or getting sucked by. That didn’t make it any less uncomfortable now that his sperm was in my tummy and my secret had been revealed.
Thankfully he wasn’t my biological father. I kept telling myself that as he drove me home. He had raised me since I was an infant, adopted me and took full custody of me when my mother died a few years back, but he was not my *actual* father. *He’s not your real dad, technically you two did nothing wrong.* No matter how many times I told myself that, it didn’t change the fact that I called him ‘dad’ every day and saw him as my own flesh and blood. Try as I might, the taboo could not be avoided.