TRUISMS GONE TOPSY-TURVY
Spats in the Cradle
she walks away, but her smile never did . . .

My first-ever trigger warning: Please be advised, my most graphic depiction of childhood abuse penned so far. My goal is to demo the twisted logic of a narcissist’s mind . . . as if narrated by my bio-dad, a serial child rapist.
Note: My title and subtitle harken back to the song Cats in the Cradle, which Harry Chapin released on August 1, 1974, the week I left home to attend the University of California, Santa Barbara.
“To thine own self be true” comes from Hamlet by Shakespeare, spoken by Polonius to his son, who was going off to university.
Off to university, my sexy bundle of brainiac . . . “to thine own self be true . . .” that’s the last thing I said to her aiming my baby bullet into her wild forever.
She’s right on time, her launch aligning with the proliferation of free love in the seventies.
Did the Pussy Guru train that racy filly with my massive wand or what?
Will she know what to do? Will she spread ’em eagerly? Can she give pleasure like I taught her? Will she perform like my little pro? Those randy needy cocksure college boys will insist on being boys.
Will she cum in clusters the way I could coax it all out of her?
Surely, she’s got to be lovin’ this!
My expert fingers slathered her tiny dry pussy with my spit as I spent years showing her what the boys out there will rightfully expect. I socked it to her like a regular cunt hero ripping into her tender young flesh so she’ll be sure to know how nasty it feels to be torn apart by passion so she’ll know what to look for what to expect from her first frolic through the flowering fields of free love once she’s at university.
I knew from the moment my youngest firecracker popped out on Independence Day she was a bloody blue rag in my hands and I knew right then she would chafe she would never stay under my thumb and beneath my impressive cock like her two older stepsisters did clear into their twenties.
Still, I didn’t see this coming “to thine own self be true . . .” the last thing I said to her before she walked away but her smile never did.
Inspired by Wry Welwood’s truism tangle:
Gratitude to Lindsay Soberano Wilson for inspiring me and nudging us all with her challenges in Put It To Rest:
