An adult stories – Going Home Can Be Good Sometimes by Daddysgirlfl,Daddysgirlfl Dad gets blindsided by his daughter’s seduction. But what he doesn’t know is his ex-wife is helping her.
Some dangerous sex, public sex, oral, exhibitionism, voyeur, and of course dad/daughter.
Enjoy!
Xo
DG
Going Home Can Be Good Sometimes
Preparing for a week’s stay, from one coast to the other, in my ex-wife’s house has a certain country song twang to it.
But for my daughter’s college graduation I’d have stayed in a cave for that. I planned to stay in a hotel, but Gia begged me to stay with her and her mom.
We divorced when Gia was a sophomore in high school. My wife came into the bedroom one night and told me she found someone else and wanted a divorce. I packed a bag that night and found a hotel at one o’clock in the morning.
The next day at work a pharmaceutical firm called with an offer for a senior security position. I normally would have passed it up, but I accepted and the following week I flew from North Carolina to another world. Wild wonderful California.
At least at the time, it seemed worlds away, and I guess it was. Culture, social norms, industry, and politics, it was all different. And to tell you the truth, I was ready for different. I was stagnant in North Carolina, and after a divorce it would be worse.
That night was the last time I saw Ruth, my ex-wife. I flew Gia out to California several times a year on her school breaks, but we still didn’t know each other well. She finished growing up without a man in the house because the man Ruth met whom she dumped me for, dumped her shortly after I moved out.
As the world turns.
I zipped my suitcase and rolled it to the door of my house. A driver was scheduled to pick me up from the airport in an hour, so I had time to get in a last view of the Pacific.
Randal Inc paid me well. Very well for their security. Since I was considered top secret clearance, couldn’t discuss it with anyone. But since I haven’t had any ongoing relationships, that hasn’t been an issue.
My house clung to the rocks, defying gravity and an occasional earthquake. I propped my feet on the rail and looked out over the crashing waves. I loved California. I did things here I’d never have done there. I golfed, played tennis, took yoga several times a week, and meditated. The last thing I tried was just the stress of my job, and it was working. To say I was happy would be an understatement.
The Pacific was navy today and the waves frothed like brilliant white whipped cream. The water was different every day and I never grew tired of it.
But it was time to go back, and I wondered what it would be like after all these years. I just couldn’t imagine.
I closed and locked the sliders and drew the draperies. I picked up my keys and right on time the doorbell rang.
It was time to visit my past.
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The flight was long but uneventful. I landed in Charlotte and rented a car to head to Mooresville.
When I lived there it wasn’t much, but since the NASCAR folks took over, prices have risen substantially. My ex-wife and daughter live in the same house we did as a family. I gave everything to Ruth but my clothing. There were no fights, hatred, or anything that divorce usually brings.
The house still stood on the edge of Lake Norman. We purchased the mid-century modern home from the wife of the architect. He had passed on and she couldn’t bear to live in the house anymore because of the memories.
I pulled into the driveway. After the mid-century modern of California, the house was less formidable but still impressive. I looked at the rather bland back of the house.
Ruth hadn’t changed a thing on the exterior. The modern carved double doors still stood beautifully stained under the flat-roofed entry.
The door swung open, and Ruth stood there smiling.
“Hi Stephen, come on in. “You’re looking good,” she said, a bit nervous, which I understood. Me too.
I set my suitcase just inside the door and hugged her. In just that flash I could remember how her body fit mine, the instant arousal I felt for her, and how I couldn’t imagine being without her.
“Thanks, you too,” I said, hoping it was with conviction. As I had, she aged. Her bright straw blonde hair was now dull yellow, probably due to dye. She wasn’t grossly overweight but could use exercise to tone up. But had I felt anything at all for her, those issues would have been easily ignored.
I tried to hide the disappointment in my eyes. I wondered if she thought or expected the same. Wondered if there’d be any spark of interest left. Sadly, it seemed as though I barely remembered her. As though anything I had with her was another life. Which I guess it really was.
“Gia ran to the grocery for me. She’ll be back soon,” she said. “You have the master on the second floor. Gia is still in her regular room. I sleep down here.”
I nodded. “I’ll just run this up to get it out of the way.”
“Iced tea on the deck?”
“Please!”
I threw open the door to the master bedroom, unsure how comfortable I’d be there.
The wall of glass that overlooked Lake Norman immediately grabbed your attention. The variety of greens of the trees always indicated that it was the season between spring and summer, and the water level added that it was early summer. Small boats were near the shore where fishing was best. Further out I watched the rooster tail of a more adventurous water skier. As I recall, the water would still be cool this early.
I gazed around the room. Ruth had painted and redecorated it, removing all traces of the original mid-century modern furniture. I frowned, wondering what happened to it.
I hung my clothes in the closet and found the dresser and bureau to be empty and used two of the drawers. I brought enough clothing along that I wouldn’t need to do laundry here. For some reason, I didn’t want to settle in too much and laundry didn’t fit inside my boundaries.
I changed out of my casual flight clothes and into casual summer clothes. At the head of the stairs, I saw that Ruth had also painted and changed out the style in the rest of the house. But it could be since I was used to mid-century and those who appreciated it in California, I was biased.
The glass wall in the living area was what drew me to this house on the first step inside. One window took in the skies, the waters, and the greenery at once. The balcony extended the entire width of the house, as did the balcony on the second floor.
Thankfully she had left the comfortable outdoor teak furniture and I took the iced tea from her and relaxed in a chaise.
“The view was always so relaxing,” I commented.
“Yes, it’s the only constant, even though it’s ever-changing.”
I looked at her. “You’re looking good Ruth. Has everything been okay for you?”
She shrugged. “I have my health. Our beautiful daughter. This place,” she waved her arms. “How about you? Do you still like California? I can’t imagine how different it must be.”
Although sounding as though she had it all, something was missing. It was what she left out. I knew through Gia that her mom never had anyone long-term. That she dated on and off and never had anyone that she was serious about.
That sounded like me, but I could say I was happy that way. I was active and had many friends. Lake Norman, although good size with a diverse style of people, there was a small enclave that would exclude those that did not meet their refined tastes and standards. I’m sure especially now that the median income had risen substantially.
“Yes, very different. Like another world. Not better or worse, just different. The weather makes it so you want to get outdoors, and I’ve taken up golf and tennis.”
“You’re looking healthy,” she said, noncommittally. She crossed her legs. “It’s probably too late to say this, but I’m sorry. Sorry for what I did to you, and our family. I’ve regretted it ever since. I don’t expect you to accept my apology now, but I needed to say it. It brings me some comfort to admit my grave mistake. I only hope that it will —”
Hearing the door slam, she stopped.
“Dad! Where are you?” her shout rang through the house.
I stood up and Gia ran through the house and into my arms. I hugged her closely. Although I’d seen her six months ago, it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. I suppose I did hold some resentment that Ruth didn’t allow me all the years I deserved with my daughter.
“My graduate girl,” I murmured, holding her close. I sat down and she plopped on my lap.
“Can you believe it, Stephen? She’s graduating college already,” Ruth commented wistfully. I looked at her over Gia’s head, feeling the same nostalgia. “I’ll go put the groceries away, you visit with your Dad.”
Seeing them both together reminded me of just how much Gia looked like Ruth at her age. I sat back on the chaise and Gia sat between my legs. She wore a white t-shirt with a faded Purdue across the front. Well-worn blue jean shorts and colorful sandals completed her outfit.
Even her style resembled her mom’s. Although when we first moved in, Ruth would daringly run out on the bedroom deck naked, looking around until she saw someone watching her, then she’d run back in.
She loved to tease, and I loved to watch her tease. She was the exhibitionist, and I was the voyeur. One of them anyhow.
The men fishing would get used to her and often gather in front of the house to fish. She would run out and wave both arms at them, her tits bouncing and jerking around as she did. Her pink strawberry luscious nipples were huge and sat high on the creamy white mountains.
It excited me to see her show off to others, but I ended up with the results. And boy did I. She would get wildly horny when she had an audience and the bigger the audience the lustier she got.
I realized the memories of that aroused me and my hardening cock was trapped between me and my daughter.
“You need to get up, babe. I have to get something from my suitcase.”
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We enjoyed our first dinner as a family that night. Our first in many years anyhow. I gave her the envelope with money, and told her I knew she’d know what to do with it. She smiled, thanked me, hugged me and cried.
The next day was graduation day and an open house.
I recognized many of Gia’s high school classmates and met new friends. I watched Ruth interact with everyone with what I thought was an underlying sadness. Gia hadn’t yet found the job she wanted, but it was an eventuality, and she would be leaving Ruth to go out on her own.
She caught me looking at her and gave me a half smile and I smiled back. I grabbed a beer out of the cooler and wound down to the water’s edge where they had started a fire in the stone pit. I thought about how it just wasn’t the same anymore. I loved this place and never pictured myself anywhere else until the day I died.
But now it all seemed so unfamiliar to me.
I smiled, halfway listened to the conversation, and watched the flames reflect in the water. Sunset added more color to the never-ending surface ripples.
“I wondered what happened to you,” Gia said, winding down the path.
She sat in my lap again, her head on my shoulder. I think we both were starving for the closeness we missed all those years. The others cleared out and headed back up to the house for more food.
“You and Mom seem to be a little sad today.”
“Yeah, we do. Seeing our baby girl all grown up does that,” I smiled.
“But maybe more than that? Maybe you both had some thought that you’d discover old feelings for one another?”
“Maybe that too, Doctor Headshrinker,” I laughed.
“And did you?” she asked.
I wrapped my arms around her.
“Do I still have feelings for your mom?” She nodded. “I love her because she’s the other half that made you. Am I still in love with her, no.” I hesitated. “Are you disappointed?”
“I would have been shocked if you’d have said you did. What if mom has feelings for you still?”
“I’d feel bad about that, babe. Your mom needs to start a new chapter of her life since you’ll soon be going.”
“I feel the same way,” she said, wisely.
We cuddled and watched the fire die down to red-hot coals and smoldering desires, that I tamped down.
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The next day was a free day. I had planned to visit some old friends in the area that I hadn’t seen for years because tomorrow I would be flying back to California. Gia went off with friends and Ruth began cooking a favorite family meal for our last one together.
When I got back, Ruth had her spaghetti sauce on to simmer and everything ready for dinner later.
I poured us both a whiskey and we went to the balcony. She sat in the chair beside me, and we both looked out on the late afternoon activity on the water.
“There’s nothing left, is there.”
She made it a statement, not expecting an answer. Or maybe let me know where she stood. I don’t know.
Her hand dangled off the arm of the chair and I twined my fingers with hers. We sat like that for a while and didn’t talk. I allowed her a private cry by ignoring her soft sniffles.
I knew she was crying about more than us. Maybe not us at all.
After dinner, I excused myself early using the excuse of my flight tomorrow.
The atmosphere was heavy and there was no way, or no one, to fix it. It was what it was. The remnants of divorce were still painful.
I stripped down to my knit boxers and climbed under the covers, allowing the movie channel to choose for me because I wasn’t interested in watching anything really.
I must have dozed because I woke up to a soft knock on my door.
“C’mon in,” I said, my voice groggy with sleep.
Gia sidled through the door, closing it behind her. She wore sleep shorts and a T-shirt, baby blue with white hearts. As innocent as it could be. But her forty Ds jutted out, her t-shirt clung to her erect nipples and dropped off, baring her midriff from breast to waist.
Her shapely hips and ass filled out the shorts, turning everyday sleeping attire into something as arousing as a Playboy centerfold.
“Hi baby, what’re you doing up so late?”
She laughed softly. “It’s not that late, you just fell asleep watching movies.”
“Oh my, you’re right, I did!” I sat up and plumped pillows behind me.
“Brrr,” she shivered, pulling the covers back and jumping into bed with me.
“You’re cold?” She shivered in reply.
She stretched out next to me, her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her to warm her.
“What’re you watching?” she said, her attention turning to the television.
“I honestly don’t know. I was sleeping,” I laughed.
After a few minutes, it was obviously a romantic movie, not appropriate for us to watch with my daughter plastered against my side. Her breast pushed into me, the other was half on my chest. Her leg was between mine, her arm across my chest.
As the movie aroused us, our closeness became stimulating and hard to deny.
Her nipples hardened, and one pushed through the thin knit of her t-shirt into my side. She reached up to pull her blonde hair back over her shoulder, and that was all it took to pull her t-shirt up and expose her breast. Just that skin-on-skin closeness notched my libido up. The scenes in the movie were hot and wild and threw fuel on our flames.
She was easily aroused like her Mom and even more seductive.
“You should go.”
She threw her leg over me, trapping my cock under her soft thigh.
“Gia, this isn’t right,” I murmured.
She pushed up on her elbow, then up over me. Her breasts escaped the shirt and hung full and lush, the gumdrop pink nipples were hard and grazed my chest.
Her blonde hair fell around us like a private curtain. Her sultry aquamarine eyes searched my face. She dropped a bit and rubbed her nipples on the matte of curls, causing a silent gasp through her parted lips.
“Babe,” I said, my hands on her sides. She pressed her thigh higher between mine and pressed on my throbbing cock and I stifled a moan. “You have to know what you’re doing. We can never go back, Gia. This will change our relationship completely.”
She looked into my eyes as she came closer until her lips pressed against mine. The tip of her tongue teased my lips open, then swept inside to taste. She angled her head and we kissed passionately, notching the heat even higher between us.
I slid my hands up her sides to push her t-shirt over her head. I caressed and fondled each magnificent breast. Cotton candy nipples are plucked out even longer. She arched her back shoving the soft mounds into my hands. I palmed her nipples even harder.
She pushed up and knelt one knee between my thighs, the other outside. She held my hands over her tits. Her blonde hair streaked across her face wildly.
She tipped her head back and moaned when I kneaded her tits together, pinching the nipples together.
Gia slipped her shorts off one knee and then the other, baring her soft smooth pussy lips.
She bent over and began to kiss down my chest. The lower she got made me tremble as she moved down my stomach to the edge of my shorts.
My cock was tightly contained in my shorts and began to ache for freedom as she moved closer.
“Oh god, Gia,” I moaned, nearly past the point of no return. “You have to stop now.”
She would have to stop this. She would have to come to her senses and realize that she doesn’t want her Dad’s cock inside her. How wrong that would be.
I couldn’t do it. During the last few minutes, she went from my naïve innocent daughter to the woman I want to lock myself into.
She scraped her teeth across the flimsy thin knit that covered my cock. I moaned and my hips began to thrust of their own volition. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. It was out of my control. She had taken total control.
And she knew it.
She slid her hands under the legs of my shorts and curled her fingers around the elastic waist, slowly tugging it lower while she watched me under her lashes. My stomach rippled, quivering with arousal.
She eased the elastic lower until my cock pivoted up and flopped onto my stomach. She tossed them away, and knelt between my legs, taking my cock into her soft hand.
My breath hitched at her touch. My gorgeous daughter knelt as though at an altar between my thighs. She pushed up and ran her fingers between her legs, then gripped my cock with her cunt slick fingers. She rubbed her thumb on my drooling cockhead, then bent and licked the tip. I smelled her arousal.
The pleasure was so intense I had to fight to keep my eyes open. She was fixed on the seduction of me. Her Dad. She knew what she was doing, what she wanted, and where we were both going.
There was no stopping her and now, I didn’t want to.
Her blonde hair trailed across my thighs as she sucked it deep into her mouth. I moaned louder from the assault on my senses and my eyes slammed shut. I was so inflamed I was afraid I’d explode right then and there.
Her seduction was well thought out. She deep throated my cock until I grunted, so close to the edge, then she stopped.
She released my cock and went up on her knees, watching me as she moved each leg over my hip and hovered her sweet pussy over my throbbing dick.
“Oh Gia,” I whispered. “God how beautiful you are.”
She smiled and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples and teasing me. She ran her hands up and down her body, then between her thighs. Her head fell back, her hair streamed down over my thighs.
While I watched she brought herself to a low moaning shuddering orgasm. The steamy heat from her cunt on my cock was intense.
She smiled and held my cock, teasing it between her wet folds.
“I’m going to fuck you, Daddy. I’ve been waiting to feel you inside me. Deep inside me. I want to feel your hot seed flow through me.”
My hips began to thrust high on her words. The head slipped into her tight tunnel and pushed in slowly. Excruciatingly slow. I groaned the heat and tightness of her on my cock. She trembled and panted as my cock stretched its way deep inside her.
She ground down, taking me deep. Her eyes were half-mast, full of love and lust. I jerked up, driving deep. Her breasts bounced as she rode me like a galloping stallion. She dropped down hard, taking my cock deeper, then up milking the shaft, then grinding down again.
I was burning. On fire. Driving us higher and higher.
We laced our fingers and went faster and faster to the peak.
She began to gasp and pant. Her cunt gripped me tighter. Harder. I felt the heat of her juices flow down my cock and over my balls. It was like lightning struck arcing through my body, my dick pumping seed deep inside her until my balls were empty.
We caught our breaths, and I pulled her down on my chest. I was still buried inside her, loathe to leave her heat.
“Oh god, babe,” I murmured to her neck. “You planned this.”
“I did. For a long time.”
I shuddered and held her tightly against me.
After a while, I said, “Let’s go shower. I want to run my hands all over your beautiful body.
“Mmm,” she said, rolling off me and walking to the bathroom.
I waited just so I could watch that hot ass sway, and her long hair kissing the top of the round globes.
The water was warm and running when I stepped in behind her.
She moved back against me, and I wrapped my arms around her, the weight of her luscious tits on my forearms. I nuzzled the side of her neck.
“You know you filled me with the same seed you made me with,” she murmured, smiling.
“I did. That’s hot to think about, hmm?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
I began to rub my soap-slick hands over her body and couldn’t believe this old man was hard and ready to again. She turned and ran her hands over me, teasing all the erotic zones she could find.
We wrapped up in the thick towels and dropped them on the floor before meeting under the sheets again.
We faced each other. She threw her leg over my hip and my cock made its way between her legs. I nibbled and sucked on her nipples, enjoying the lush globes in my hands.
“So sexy,” I murmured.
“You are too, Dad. I wanted to do this when I’d come to visit you, and it never seemed an appropriate time. I knew this time would likely be my last chance. I needed to have you inside me before you left. I needed to feel you explode with your heat inside me.”
“Oh god.”
“You’re hard again,” she said, smiling.
“I am. You do that to me.”
“You do this to me.” She reached between her legs, then held out her fingers and sucked them into my mouth.
“I want to eat that sweet pussy, Gia. I want to taste you. I want to fuck you every which way we can come up with and everywhere we can.”
“I’m yours, Dad.”
I hissed my breath in through my teeth and pulled her against me. She wrapped her leg around my hip, opening herself wider and I slid in.
We kissed, moaning in each other’s mouths as we fucked. I jerked my hips hard to drive in. I felt the tip of my cock touch her uterus and she sucked in a breath with an erotic yelp.
“Oh my god, Daddy,” she whimpered, and I did it again.
Her fingers dug into my shoulder, and her cunt contracted on my shaft. I pulled out, jerked my hips, and drove hard. She cried out and muffled it in my neck.
One more time and she squeezed her legs together, nearly squeezing my cock out, and shuddered hard in my arms. Her steamy breath panted against my neck. I drove deep for the last time and unleashed my hot cum at her uterus entrance.
We held each other tight until our breathing calmed.
“That never happened before,” she said, searching my face.
“We fit perfectly.”
Her eyes closed at that. “I knew it. I knew we were destined to be.”
She woke me at dawn with her mouth on my cock. I pulled her over me and lapped at her sweet pussy. Her juices were intoxicating. I brought her to orgasm over and over on the tip of my tongue while she fucked my cock with her mouth and sucked on my balls.
She drank down every last drop of seed. We kissed with my face covered in her juices, my cum in her mouth. I didn’t know when or if we’d ever do this again.
We faced each other and kissed until it was time to get up and dressed for the airport. Before she left, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders for the goodbye kiss we couldn’t do in front of her mom.
I cupped her ass and pulled her against me and she wrapped her legs around me. I loathe to let her go.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“I love you too, Gia. So much.”
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I played the whole thing over and over again in my head on the flight home. It was surreal and I began to wonder if it was a dream, but I could still taste her, so I knew it was the most erotic time of my life.
She snuck in phone calls when her mom wasn’t around, and we even got a few hot phone sex times. We talked as lovers, with little trace of father and daughter.
One day she called and asked, “What would you say if I worked in California?”
“As long as it was near me,” I said simply.
“It is.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
“Good. I’ll be ready for you.”
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In less than a month I was signing for boxes and crates she had sent ahead. She wanted to fly, which meant she’d have no real room, so it all had to be here early.
I waited for her at baggage claim, gasping as she came down the escalator. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head, sexy strands had escaped. She wore a white and aqua plunging V-neck top under a white jacket. Matching white skirt with a slit up the thigh and strappy heels. She was drop-dead gorgeous.
She turned heads. Even women looked, wondering if she was somebody. Men just ogled her. She walked directly up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a passionate kiss. We were lost in pleasure until the baggage came and people began to move around us.
We smiled, grabbed her bags, and headed for the door.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she said.
“Not near as much as I’ve missed you.”
We held hands on the way home. She slammed the door behind her, unbuckled my pants, worked the zipper down, and my cock out in record time. I yanked her panties down, backed her against the door, and drove in.
The only sound you could hear was our loud animalistic grunting and gasping, which rang lewd in my ears and adding fuel to my fire. I dug my fingers into her ass as I pounded into her. She clung to my shoulders, her steamy breath grunting with each hard thrust.
Suddenly her cunt contracted on my cock, and she screamed out a hard-driving orgasm. She took me off the peak with her and I exploded inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped. “I needed that.”
“Let’s get naked.”
We did. I fixed us drinks and we went out to the balcony to take in the Pacific breezes on our bodies. My house was situated so that nearby neighbors couldn’t see my balcony, although anyone with a telescope down each way could.
She twined her legs with mine on the chaise and lay her head on my shoulder.
“I’m home.”
“You are.”
“What are you going to tell your friends? About who I am I mean.”
“I hadn’t thought about it, but I suppose we should, hmm.”
“Well, we do have the same last name,” she said.
“Yes, we do. So that means we could be truthful and say we are father and daughter.”
“But what if we want to kiss and hold hands when we’re out.”
“Hmm, you do have a point there. Well, I’m not sure how else we can handle it?” I said, teasingly.
“Oh Daddy, I can be your wife.”
“Ohhhh never thought of that,” I laughed.
She did not look much like me because she was a duplicate of her mother. There would be no doubt she could be my wife other than that she’s young.
“I’m not going to quit calling you Daddy when you’re fucking me,” she said sternly.
“You have no idea how wild that makes me when you do that!”
We enjoyed the breeze and ever-changing Pacific for a while.
“I suppose I should tell you this, Dad.”
“Hmm,” I said, hugging her to me.
“Mom knows I was with you that last night.”
“She does? How?”
“She found two towels in the bathroom and your bed pillows were both used.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry babe. Was she pissed?”
“She said she knew it would happen sooner or later because I look so much like her when you two were first married.”
“Really? Did she take it pretty well then? Amazing.”
“Yeah, I thought so too. But she also remembered that it was probably just as much her fault that you and I fucked.”
“How so?”
“Well because I lived at home while going to college, mom and I had more adult conversations. Unlike when I was in high school.”
“Okay and?”
“Mom doesn’t have many friends in Lake Norman you know. I ended up being her only real friend that she could confide in.”
“Ah okay, she confided in you about her and I?”
“Right down to the fat vein on your cock.”
I groaned. Somewhat aroused somewhat embarrassed somewhat pissed that Ruth would tell our daughter such things. But then here I am fucking our daughter.
“Damn.”
“I was shocked at first. Then it was interesting. Then it became hot, and I was obsessed with you. I would have seduced you eventually. If not then, the next time I visited here.”
“That you did. You knew what you wanted and went after it. I was just glad it was me you wanted.”
She stood up and stretched. Her blonde hair blew softly in the breeze. She raised her arms above her head, her tits high and proud on her chest, that sweet, shaved pussy on display. The blue sky created her background and looking at her made my balls ache for her again.
She leaned on the clear glass rail, her tits hung heavy beneath her. Her hair whipped in the wind. The curve of her ass as she bent over drove me wild. I was hard and throbbing again.
She moved her forearms to the rail, squeezing her tits between them and I walked up behind her and caressed those mounds, then trailed my hands to her shoulders.
She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass.
“Does Daddy need to bury himself in his baby girl again?”
She spread her legs, bracing herself. I stepped between her legs and rubbed my cockhead up and down that sweet slit.
She looked around. “Can anyone see us?”
“Maybe,” I replied, teasing her.
“God that would be so hot,” she moaned.
“We can look through my telescope tomorrow for telescopes that are trained on us.”
“Yessssss,” she groaned when I shoved inside her.
I held her hips and stroked in and out. “I love those big fat balls slapping me like that.” I smacked her ass with my hand. “Oh yeah, Daddy. Spank me.” Her ass turned pink when I swatted the other globe.
She pushed back riding my cock. She gripped the rail and rode faster, sliding on and off my cock. I reached under her and caught her nipples in my fingers. She cried out and drove back harder. My balls swayed and I fucked her faster.
I grabbed her hips, pushed in deep, and unloaded my balls into her.
After a moment, she turned and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Your cum is running down my leg. Seems such a waste,” she said, kissing me.
She wrapped her legs around me; I moved her to the chaise and she eased her shoulders and arms down. I pulled her upside down and buried my face in her cunt. Still steamy wet with our mixed juices. I lapped it all up and teased her clit with my tongue until she shuddered so that I couldn’t hold her any longer. I eased her onto the chaise.
“Mom told me you were a wild lover.”
“She did hmm,” I said, looking at her.
“Is that your opinion as well?”
“Fuck yeah,” she said, jumping up and kissing me hard on the mouth.
Late that night after Gia fell asleep in my arms, I thought about the wild sex her mom and I had. The stories she could have shared with Gia. So many I’d forgotten until now.
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Gia had a week before she started her new job, so I took time off from Randal Inc to spend with her.
She wanted to take up tennis and golf, so we went around to set her up for lessons at my clubs. She dressed smartly and garnered attention as well as you-lucky-bastard looks from the men. We opted to start dating before we announced our marriage.
We sat down for lunch at the country club.
“You look gorgeous today, Gia. You’ve got every cock in the place hard.”
She smiled and leaned back in her chair. The sundress was sheer but underlined and in shades of blues. The plunging neckline exposed the inner curve of each forty D.
I leaned closer and said, “Someday soon I’m going to fuck those.”
She leaned and tugged my earlobe with her teeth and whispered, “They’re all yours, Stephen.” We smiled at her use of my name.
We shopped for tennis and golf clothes for her in the afternoon, then went back to the house to get dressed for dinner. I made reservations at a restaurant with stellar food, a view, and dancing.
I dressed first and went out onto the balcony.
I heard heels click across the tile floor and turned, stopping me in my tracks.
She curled her hair and it fell in waves down her back. Her makeup was impeccable, her creamy skin a perfect complement to the black lace slip dress.
It appears as though she’s nude under the fine ebony lace. The center front slit goes just a shade short of respectable, black thigh-high hose and black stacked spike heels.
“Wow,” I breathed.
She held out her arms and spun around. “How do I look?”
“Like someone I want to throw down and fuck right now.”
“Why thank you, Dad, that’s just the response I wanted.”
She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed. It never took long for our kisses to inflame us so I pulled back.
“We’ll need to leave soon babe.” I put my arm around her. “Those shoes make you as tall as me.”
As promised the food was excellent, the view stellar and the music for romance perfect.
We moved to a secluded table near the dance floor and moved out for a dance.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held her waist.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”
“Uhm, maybe once or twice,” she smiled,
Her head was on my shoulder, her breath washed over my neck. I took a trembling breath and pulled her closer. I slipped my hand between us and through the slit in her dress. She moaned softly. Her panties were soaked with her juices.
I pushed them aside with my finger and found her clit. She quivered, and put her mouth to my ear, whispering, “Make me cum, Daddy.”
She began to softly pant in my ear as I took her higher. Her breasts pushed into my chest, while we swayed to the music. She jolted when it hit her. I covered her mouth with mine and felt the quiet mews as she came on my fingers.
She nearly collapsed in my arms and after she got her footing, we went back to the table.
“She said you used to make her cum just like that,” she said, leaning her head on my shoulder.
“I did. She told you that too?” She nodded. “You like the thought of that when she told you.”
“Yesss,” she hissed. “It turned me on. I encouraged her to tell me about your sex lives.”
“I was oversexed, she just went along with it. Happily, went along with it, I daresay,” I laughed.
“I think you’re still pretty randy,” she whispered, slipping her hand into my lap. “You’re hard as a rock. I bet if I get your cock out it’ll be covered with your precum.”
I slid closer to the table to remain unseen. “Maybe you should find out for yourself.”
She eased my zipper down and carefully pulled my cock through the fly.
“It’s like hard steel and throbbing. Maybe because your dick is out in the middle of a restaurant where anyone might see?”
I groaned quietly and nodded. “Dangerous sex.”
She wrapped her fingers around the head and a few inches below and squeezed. The precum was a lubricant so it would slip out of her fingers, then she would repeat. Since her arm wasn’t moving, no one would notice.
But I was getting the full effect. And then some.
“How does that feel, Daddy?” she whispered in my ear.
“Like nothing, I’ve ever felt before. Don’t stop baby. Don’t you stop,” I growled under my breath.
The rhythmic pinch and slide on the sensitive head were driving me wild. Between couples dancing close to our table, a server bringing us more drinks while my cock throbbed under the table, and Gia’s experienced hand job I knew I wouldn’t last long.
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“Cum for me,” I growled in his ear. “Empty your balls right here. Right in front of all these people. They could see your hot dick. They could hear you. Someone might know I was jacking you off under the table. Watching us right now,” I said, scanning the other tables.
There was a man that was staring. My position had my tits pushed up and over the scoop of my neckline. I casually lifted my hand and rubbed it over my tit, pulling the neckline a bit lower. I moved my arm to the up-and-down tempo of jacking Daddy off. I could tell by his face when he realized what I was doing.
His wife was busy talking to their dinner companion so he could focus on us. I saw his hand go under the table and squeeze his hard cock through his pants. I smiled and flicked my tongue across my lips.
He glanced at his wife and began to squeeze himself through his pants.
Just then Daddy jerked and cum flowed out of his cock into my hand. He put his mouth on my neck below my ear to muffle his rapid breaths.
The man across the room excused himself from the table and left the dining area.
“I’m going to go wash up and help someone out,” I said, kissing him.
“Mmm, you are a good girl,” he smiled.
I walked down the hall toward the restrooms and suddenly was pulled into a darkened room. It was a banquet room barely lit by a couple of wall sconces.
“God are you hot,” he said, his voice deep and resonant.
He pulled me against him, and I slipped my hand in his pants.
“So are you baby,” I said. “You got one big fat cock here.”
I shoved his pants to his knees and began jacking him off.
“Oh my god,” he groaned.
This was a man that wasn’t well taken care of at home, and when he was it was boring.
“You were staring at my tits,” I said,
He blinked, lost in a fantasy cum true. He looked down at my cleavage and I unbuttoned the top buttons revealing my tits sitting on the push-up shelf bra.
“Oh my god,” he whispered, licking his lips. I noticed she wasn’t early as endowed as me so this was a treat.
I lifted a tit and said, “Suck it.”
He latched on like it was mother’s milk. His cock throbbed hard in my hand and I knew he’d cum quickly. He sucked to the tempo of the strokes on his cock.
I began to thumb the sensitive head as I stroked through. He groaned around my nipple and his hips began to thrust his cock through my fingers.
He squeezed my tit, sucking ferociously as he neared the peak.
“Oh my god,” he repeated and shot arcs of white cum through the air. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.
I righted my dress. “Glad you enjoyed it,” I said and left him standing there with his pants around his ankles but a limp but happy cock.
I got back to the table and sat down.
“I hope he enjoyed it half as much as I did. His wife looks like somewhat of a dry goose.”
I giggled, watching him swagger back to the table. “I think that was his best experience.”
“So, I guess your mom told you about that too?”
I nodded. “That’s why I did it. I knew you wouldn’t mind since Mom did it too.”
He laughed. “She did jack some guy off right in the middle of the restaurant like you did me.” He hesitated in memories. “I remember we couldn’t even wait to get home. We were so hot we fucked in the car in the parking lot.”
I laughed. “I bet that guy remembered that forever.”
“Just like him,” Dad said, nodding toward the other table.
“Let’s go,” I said, smiling at the man who winked back at me. Dad nodded at him as we passed by. His wife was still talking to their companion.
We walked out hand in hand. On the drive home, I recollected the first time I thought about seducing Dad. He had come back for my high school graduation. He’s handsome and fit and all my girlfriends went crazy over him.
I watched him at my party and began to see how hot he was. He was my Dad, but because he wasn’t around much, he also seemed to be a friend.
I think seeing him again was when my Mom began to reminisce about their time together.
“I think your Dad took Jennie back to the hotel with him,” she announced the following morning. “He always did have a hard-on for younger girls.” I knew for a fact he didn’t.
Mom was younger than him, but certainly not the age gap my girlfriend and my Dad would be.
“Well, I guess since he’s not in a relationship, he can do that. You could too Mom.”
“Everyone around here is attached. I’m sure there are more singles in California.”
I shrugged. “Could be.” I was still imagining my Dad fucking my girlfriend and wishing it was me he was fucking instead.
A few weeks later Mom and I were talking, and she brought up how he liked dangerous sex. Public sex. Where at any moment he could get caught.
“I loved it too, I admit,” Mom said.
I was now used to her telling me the intimacies of their relationship.
“So where did you fuck?”
“Oh baby, where didn’t we fuck would be more accurate. Your Dad was always hot and ready to fuck, and it didn’t take much from me to get him hard.”
“Back in those days, they had adult theaters where you could go to watch X-rated movies. Everyone was there to either fuck if they were couples or jack off if they were guys. Some of the voyeurs would sit near couples to watch. Sometimes they’d chase them off, but most often the couples wanted to be watched.”
“What about the people that worked there, didn’t they stop you?”
She laughed. “No one that worked there came in. The only person was the one selling tickets. They didn’t even have snacks! It was purely a sexual outlet.” She thought for a moment. “I guess no different than having x rated videos or DVDs now. But I think it was more exciting when there were others around.”
“Anyhow we went to this adult theater that was in our neighborhood pretty often. The seats, in rows, had armrests you could flip down or leave up out of the way. We sat in the middle in the center of the screen. I remember the twats and tits were wall to wall,” she laughed.
“To begin everyone watched the movie. Back then they did have a plot and were rather interesting sometimes. Once the onscreen sex got hot and heavy, everyone was aroused as well and began doing their thing.”
“The men were happy to show off their dicks standing up in their laps and they jacked off. Your Dad liked me on my knees on the seats, my bare ass in the air, while I sucked his cock. He loved to watch the guys looking at my cunt.”
“Not as often he’d take my bra off and make me sit on his cock and fuck him, while my tits bounced in front of me. He got off on the guys watching my tits.”
“Wow, you two were hot,” I said, in awe.
“We could get pretty wild, yeah,” she said.
I remember going to sleep that night rubbing my pussy and thinking about sucking my Dad’s cock.
I was a freshman in college the first time he flew me to California for a school break. I was brave and ready to seduce him on sight. That is until I got there and lost my bravery.
He was my Dad, and although as time went on, I saw him as more of a sexy man, I still didn’t have the guts to make a move.
This happened each time, and each time I would go home more depressed because I let another opportunity to seduce my Dad slip away.
Mom was still full of stories. Her favorite was the threesome my Dad, her, and her sister had.
“Did Dad fuck Aunt Kay?”
She laughed. “Oh yeah, they fucked like rabbits. We didn’t care because we were together. I trusted your father implicitly and knew he’d never do anything behind my back.”
I believed that. That was why he was so hurt when she left him for another man. He had been true to my Mom all those years.
“I remember him fucking me, while she was over my face, and I was eating her. That used to drive him wild. Seeing us girls together.”
“I bet. That had to be hot for him.”
“Yeah, she played with us a lot until she moved away. We missed her and never did have another one for a threesome,” she said sadly. “Of course, I missed my sister being around.”
The last time my Dad flew me out to visit him was in my senior year of college. This time I intended to fuck him. I imagined how many ways we could fuck, what he would taste like when he came in my mouth, and how his hot body would feel against mine.
I packed sheer and lacy lingerie. Thigh-high hose. Everything I could think of for a sexy seduction.
When I arrived at the airport, he was waiting with a woman. My heart dropped because I knew it was a woman he was fucking. I never unpacked the lingerie. She was there with us most of the time.
On the way back to the airport, the only time we had alone, I asked him, “Are you serious about her, Dad?”
He thought for a moment. “Not as serious as she is about me.”
I left with hope in my heart and waited until he flew back for my college graduation. I planned and set a goal.
“Baby are you excited that you’re finally done with all those classes,” Mom asked one evening.
“I am in one way, but in another way, I’m already missing it.”
“What do you think about asking your Dad to stay here instead of a hotel? I’m not sure if he’ll be agreeable, but I’ll extend the invitation.”
Hellyeah!
“Sure, why not. I think he might want to stay,” I said, noncommittally.
I’ll make sure he stays here even if I have to buy up all the local hotel rooms myself.
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Although it was hell to wait, I felt Mom and Dad had some unfinished business and I didn’t want him distracted with me. Because once I seduced him, I wanted to be the only one he wanted. He had to close the door before walking through another one with me.
Once that was done, the seduction was easy. I still remember the sexy movie that came on just at the opportune time, giving it even more of a sexual atmosphere. But I’d have had his cock in me even if it had been a war movie. I was determined.
I wanted to make him mine and I knew I’d have to go to California to do it.
He is the love of my life in so many ways.
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After moving in with Dad, I arranged for a post office box so Mom could keep in touch. She still liked to send me birthday presents and cards. We mostly talked on the phone and we often texted.
I of course hadn’t told her I was living with him, and never planned to. We each had separate and distinct lives, and although I lived not far from Dad, I didn’t see him often because we were both busy with our jobs.
I talked to her about coming back for a visit in the middle of the summer and she told me that she might not be there. She’d met a man and he talked about a road trip, so she might not be there. Knowing she was moving on with her life, I was thrilled to put my visit off.
After months of living together and mixing with his friends, we announced that we were getting married and that we would have a small quiet ceremony, but a huge bash for a reception.
And that we did. We held it at the country club where we played tennis and golf. Many of our friends we met right there.
Of course, other than our age difference, we were no different than any other couple.
No one was the wiser that we were father and daughter.
~~who knows~~