Coming Home (open for 1 woman)

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Coming Home (closed for Miss Marbles)

OCC: Older daughter (20's), college graduate, loses her job in a lay-off, and has to move back home. She doesn't get along with her mother, who always accussed her of being a slut, which she never was, but gets along well with her father, who has always been supportive and encouraging. Her mother didn't want her to move back home, but her father offerred to let her until she gets another job.

She's had several boyfriends, but has always been a one-man woman, a believer in serial monogamy. At present she is between boyfriends.

One day, her father comes home and finds the daughter sun-bathing. She notices her father checking her out and starts to tease him. She takes off her bikini top, giving him an eyeful, and then coses her eyes and asks him to play with her. He does and they become lovers.

They have to keep their relationship hidden, but she really gets off on doing it right under her mother's nose, like doing it standing by the kitchen sink watching her mother gardening in the backyard, or under the blanket watching tv after dinner while the mother is cleaning up the kitchen.

IC: George Johnson, the father, 6', 185#, cut, dark eyes, hair going silver gray at the temples.

 

[drforever]

* bump *

 

[drforever]

Coming Home (closed for Miss Marbles)

George Johnson walked up the street to his house one warm spring afternoon. He was returning from work at his engineering consulting firm carrying a briefcase with his jacket draped over across his arm.

He was walking because he enjoyed it, but also because he'd left his car this morning for use by his 24 year-old daughter, who judging by its prescence in the drive, must be at home.

George really enjoyed having his daughter back home after she had gone away to college and later started her career. He didn't really get along with his wife anymore and the last few years had been lonely. Divorce was out of the question because it would be financially devastating to his firm. As for his wife, he suspected she enjoyed her position in the community as the wife of a successful businessman, and would do nothing to jeopordize that.

So George had thrown himself into his work and also exercising both of which had yielded positive results: His company was doing well and he was in the best shape ever, looking younger than his 48 years.

The one positive thing his marriage had produced was his daughter. She'd grown up to become a beautiful, confident, responsible young woman, graduating high school with honors, attending the best university and graduating again with honors, before getting a well-paying job in San Francisco with an Internet technology firm.

But the dot-com implosion had sent her company and many others into the toilet. And with so many others out of work as well, she had had a difficult time finding a replacement position. So George had suggested that she move back home until the economy got better.

Her mother, of course, had been totally against the idea. She had never gotten along with her daughter, accussing her of the most vile behavior when she was in high school, when she had been nothing more than a normal teen-ager dressing in a totally appropriate style that was completely contemporary if more revealing than her mother approved. He had always been the voice of reason in their battles, respecting his daughter's choices, and supporting her in them since they so reflected the good judgement that he knew she had.

But when his wife had resisted having their daughter move back home, George had put his foot down, insisting that their daughter be allowed back until she at least got back on her feet. And it had been the best thing that had happened to George in a long time.

Having someone who was glad to see him at the end of the day, asked about him with genuine interest, and with whom he was able to comfortably relax and spend time felt like a bright ray of sunshine on a gray winter's day.

So George entered his house in a happily anticipatory frame of mind to find it deserted, thankfully, his wife out somewhere with her set, no doubt, but then spotted his daughter sunbathing in the backyard. He opened the door to say hello, and she waved at him.

"Hi, Daddy! Come talk to me," she told her father.

So George dropped his briefcase and jacket on a chair and went to join his daughter in the backyard. As he neared her, he felt a slight hesitation as he realized the bikini she was wearing could be described as "barely-there" and left nothing to the imagination, and he was ashamed of the pulse he felt in his groin. Still, he sat down next to his daughter, trying to avoid looking at her body casually draped on the lounge as if for his perusal.

 

[MissMarbles]

Maggie Johnson - the typical 'girl next door.' Something of a tomboy growing up, Maggie had blossomed into a remarkable young woman during her college years. She had seen her parents less than a dozen times in the four years she was away at college - mostly due to her mother's resentment towards her - and saw Maggie even less the two years after she graduated. Work had kept her busy, and as a 'new hire' in a booming industry, Maggie had little time for vacations. She became increasingly homesick, and while she could have cared less about her mother most of the time, she missed her father terribly. Little did she know, Maggie would be seeing the two of them sooner than she expected.

But instead of a much needed vacation, Maggie was let go. The company she worked for had gone belly up - as well as every other company that would have ever considered hiring her. Maggie managed to live off of her savings for a few months while she continuously looked for a job, but after receiving an eviction notice with less than sufficient funds in her bank account, she was forced to give her parents a call.

The conversation she had with her mother was awkward - she'd disown Maggie if her father would allow it. Luckily, her father stood up for her - and soon she was at home again, looking for part-time work to subside her insatiable work ethic while she waited for a boost in the economy.

Maggie had borrowed her father’s car and spent the day browsing the immediate area for part-time work. She hated the idea of ‘stooping’ to some part-time retail position, but she felt as if she had to work. That, and she enjoyed the independence. Maggie had scoped the nearby mall in search of a desirable employer – she turned in a few resumes and brought home one brand new bikini!

She hadn’t been sitting out back for five minutes when Maggie saw her father coming through the back door to come and see her. Smiling, she waved at him.

"Hi, Daddy! Come talk to me," she called out to him. Large brown sunglasses covered her dark eyes as they watched her father approach. She casually looked him up and down and smiled. Maggie had always considered her father attractive, and credited her good looks to him. She noticed her father eyeing her bikini – it was perfect for tanning, but left little to the imagination. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Maggie blushed. The white fabric hardly contained her voluptuous breasts – covering only a few inches around her areola – leaving a lot of flesh out in the open. And the bottoms? They were extremely low cut and tied at the sides – perhaps he’d never thought of it before, but now George had to know that his daughter’s nether regions were well kempt.

Embarrassment aside, Maggie watched her father, adoringly, as he sat beside her. She reached out, taking his hand in hers, “How was your day, Daddy?” she asked him – as she always did when she welcomed him home from work.

 

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George's hand shook nervously as his daughter, Maggie, reached out and took it in hers to hold. He hoped she didn't realize that he had been checking her out. She probably would be totally repulsed if she did. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice, but it would be difficult to tell behind her dark glasses, which made any reaction she might have had inscrutable.

"How was your day, Daddy?" she asked him.

"It was good, Maggs," George answered her. "I got a lot accomplished, and it looks like the Jeffers project is coming in ahead of schedule and under budget."

George tried to keep his eyes focused on Maggie's face, where she seemed to have gotten a little color from the sun, but he kept glancing down at her near naked body.

He realized his daughter's breasts were mouth-wateringly luscious, and oh my god, he thought to himself, the mounds and lips of her pussy were clearly outlined by the white cloth of her bikini bottoms, which must only be because she had shaved herself.

"How was your day?" he asked Maggie, licking his lips nervously and looking at her face, desperately trying not to think about the tonsorial state of his daughter's pussy, and wondering what it would be like to take her breast into his mouth.

 

[MissMarbles]

She noticed her father's hand shake slightly in her own - but thought little of it and habitually rubbed his palm with her well manicured thumb.

"It was good, Maggs," her father told her. "I got a lot accomplished, and it looks like the Jeffers project is coming in ahead of schedule and under budget." Maggie smiled broadly, a genuinely happy expression.

"That's great!" she exclaimed, squeezing his hand gently. "I'm so happy for you. Now you'll be able to relax for a while.. At least, until your guys' next project goes underway." Maggie smiled again, looking to her father.

"How was your day?" he asked her, licking his lips. Maggie suddenly realized that her father's eyes kept falling to stare at her body. This made her slightly uncomfortable and she shifted slightly in her seat - but was he really looking at her? Maggie continued to watch his eyes from behind her sunglasses.

"Mostly boring," Maggie responded with a sigh. "I turned in a few more resumes, but to be honest, I could really care if any of those places ever called back. But, I did spot this bikini! On sale even," she said with a satisfied grin, lightly tugging at the top's strings, revealing another inch or so of the flesh of her breasts as she did. It was a test - she was studying her father's reaction closely. Maggie felt perversely excited.

 

[drforever]

George noticed his daughter, Maggie, shift slightly just after he had glanced down at her body. Silently, he reprimanded himself for looking. Really, she was his daughter and in no way did he want her to feel uncomfortable around him.

But that resolve was short lived when she mentioned buying the bikini, and he involuntarily glanced down again.

"Well, I hope it was on sale," he replied, maybe just a little teasingly. "I mean it's barely anything."

Then he told her honestly, "But it does look good on you."

Then Maggie did something that sent his heart racing. She tugged at the top's string, causing it to pull up and let her breasts wobble tantalizingly.

For a long moment, he gazed at her breasts with a mixture of fear and desire, until he looked back up to see his daughter looking at him.

 

[MissMarbles]

"Well, I hope it was on sale," he said, teasing her. "I mean it's barely anything." Maggie arched a brow, smirked and then laughed. "But it does look good on you," her father told her. Maggie had still been toying with the top's strings - and noticed that his gaze lingered on her breasts for some time before he glanced back up to look her in the eye.

"Daddy!" Maggie exclaimed, pushing his knee playfully. She was blushing again - after all, she had just caught her father checking her out! However, for some reason, this excited her. It had been a while since she'd took notice to any guy checking her out - and knowing that she still had 'it' was refreshing. "It's not polite to stare, you know," she said, equally teasing as when he'd mentioned the size of her bikini.

Then, Maggie had a devilish idea - and if it had not been for her sunglasses, her father probably would have seen the mischevious glint in her eye. Maggie was feeling a little bit curious - and a little bit naughty. "Daddy, since you're here," she said as she sat up and pushed her hair to the side and began untying the first string of her bikini top that tied around the back of her neck. "Would you mind putting oil on my back?" she asked innocently as she untied the last string that tied across her mid back. In less than a few seconds, her bikini top fell into her lap, revealing full and firm youthful breasts.

 

[drforever]

George blushed furiously, ashamed that his daughter had caught him checking out her sexy, young body.

"I'm sorry, Maggie," he apologized, but realized she was also teasing him. "You really can't blame me, though."

But if there was any doubt who would win this game of teasing, Maggie cinched it by what she did next.

Sitting up, she asked her father, "Daddy, since you're here, would you mind putting oil on my back?" but George didn't answer, rendered speechless when Maggie dropped her bikini baring her full, firm breasts to his eyes. George stared at his daughter's breasts, his mouth open and practically drooling, swallowing nervously.

 

[MissMarbles]

Maggie stifled a grin as she observed her father's reaction. She was feeling incredibly mischevious - and now that she knew her father had, indeed, been checking her out, she wanted to know just how far he would go with his little girl. Dark eyes continued to observe his reaction from behind her oversized sunglasses.

"Aren't they so much larger than when I left for college, Daddy?" Maggie asked innocently, taking a breast in either hand as if she were studying them before looking back up to her father. She reached over for her oil, extending the bottle to her father. "My front needs oil too, actually.. I usually sunbathe topless anyway," she said casually looking over to her father expectantly. She loved the vagueness of her comment - and secretly she wondered if he would take it upon himself to run the oil into her breasts, or if he would just watch as she did.

 

[drforever]

George was openly staring at his daughter's bare breasts, entranced by them.

"Aren't they so much larger than when I left for college, Daddy?" Maggie asked innocently, glancing down and then taking each breast in hand as if she were inspecting them.

"Oh, my, god!" George whispered by way of answer.

He reflexively took the bottle of oil his daughter handed to him, but without really realizing what it was, just thinking yes, he loved that his Maggie would sunbathe topless as a matter of course.

Then he opened his hand, dropping the bottle to the ground, while almost of their own volition, he reached his hands forward and ran his fingers on the smooth flesh of his daughter's bare breasts, gently kneading her flesh.

 

[MissMarbles]

Maggie arched a brow, again, stifling a smile as she read her father's lips. Oh my God is right, she thought to herself. She watched as her father, almost hypnotized and not taking his eyes off of her chest, reached for the bottle of suntan oil - and drop it! Her head cocked to the side questioningly before she realized that her father's hands were reaching out to rub and caress her breasts!

A short gasp escaped her partially parted lips as she felt her father's hands on her chest. Why was she doing this? Maggie hadn't a clue - and she wasn't sure if she truly cared. Her father's touch was gentle and sensual - something she hadn't experienced from any man in a long, long time. The short gasp quickly turned into a sigh - and Maggie felt completely at ease and relaxed by her father's touch. As he continued to knead her breasts, Maggie began to moan softly.

"Mm.. You're really good at this.." she said as she closed her eyes and let her head tilt back.

 

[drforever]

George heard his daughter gasp when his fingers made contact with her breasts, but when she didn't protest he surrendered completely to his lust and continued to explore her succulent flesh. As he ran his fingers over her nipples, pressing them into her soft flesh, Maggie released the breath she had been holding in a sigh.

George was mesmerized by his daughter's breasts. They were perfect in every way. Full with definite mass, firm but yielding to his fingers. Gently he ran his fingers around their circumference getting a sense of their mass before moving inward in a spiral. As he reached their center, he caught her hardening nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and gently twisted them, teasing them harder.

He knew this was wrong. That he was molesting his daughter. That this was incest. But he knew he wouldn't stop when Maggie started moaning, and he felt a flash of pride in his ability to bring her pleasure even if he was a pervert for doing so.

"Mmm, Daddy, you're really good at this," Maggie told him, closing her eyes and letting her head tilt back.

"Oh, Maggie, you're so beautiful," George told his half-naked daughter as he continued to massage and tease her breasts. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants and blushed with desire for his own daughter.

 

[MissMarbles]

Maggie was breathing more deeply than when her father had originally reached out to caress her breasts - and they raised and fell in a hypnotic manner as he massaged them. She bit her lip and stifled a gasp as he twisted her nipple teasingly. Maggies eyes remained closed. This is Daddy.. she thought to herself as her father continued to play with her. Deep down, she knew that this was wrong - she knew he was, tachnically, molesting her and that this was incest, just as she knew her father did - but sensations of euphoria extremely outweighed any resignations she had at the moment.

"Oh, Maggie, you're so beautiful," her father told Maggie, causing her to blush profusely. As sick and twisted as it might be, she wanted him.

"Daddy," she said rather seductively before pausing. She wanted to make sure to choose her words carefully. "Is there.. anything else you'd like to.. play with?" She sounded so innocent - but her actions? Her left hand came up to meet her father's hand on her breast, the other fell to her lap, then began caressing her inner thigh - dangerously close to those tiny white bikini bottoms.

 

[drforever]

"Daddy," Maggie started, causing George's hands to stop caressing his daughter's breasts but still leaving them pressed against her. This is it, he thought, this is where I've ruined my relationship with my daughter.

Instead, Maggie asked: "Is there anything else you'd like to play with?"

She sounded so innocent to him, reminding George that she was his daughter, but what she did next reminded him that she was a woman with needs and desires.

Maggie reached up and reassuringly held his hand pressed to her bare breast, while with the other she seductively caressed her inner thigh.

George knew exactly what his daughter was intimating, reaching down with his other hand over hers matching her hand on his on her breast. And with her father's hand on hers Maggie moved it upward causing his fingers to caress her thigh bringing his fingers close to contact with the crotch of her tiny bikini bottoms.

With a feeling of sick lust, George gently ran his fingers up the crotch of Maggie's bikini. He groaned and felt a throbbing in his groin as his fingers traced the dimensions of his daughter's genitals through the thin cloth.

 

[MissMarbles]

Maggie bit her lower lip gently as she opened her eyes to see her father's finger softly trace along the outlines of her sex. The sensation sent an electrifying bolt throughout her body, giving her goosebumps. Her sickly imagination ran wild, and as she imagined him sliding his fingers past her delicate petals and inside of her - well, let's just say those tight white bikini bottoms didn't help disguise her excitement. It was obvious that Maggie was wet..

Her hand left her chest, tenderly making its way over to her father's leg, scratching at his inner thigh gently. It had been some time since Maggie had experienced such tenderness - and her mind was so drunk with lust, she didn't care that this was her father. Maggie's other hand moved to rest on his as he continued to graze over her bikini-clad slit.

"Oh, Daddy," she breathed softly, a moan escaping her lips.

 

[drforever]

Gently George traced the outlines of his daughter's sex through the thin cloth at the crotch of her bikini. He could feel every intimate detail moving up one lip and down the other. Looking up he could see Maggie biting her lower lip and realized she was watching him massage her sex.

George could sense the tension in his daughter's body and see the goosebumps on her skin as he stroked her, and then he could feel her wetness on his fingers as the the cloth started to slide around as it became drenched with her desire.

Maggie reached out and gently placed her hand on his thigh, just inches from his throbbing cock, bulging at the crotch of his pants. Her other hand she gently rested on his as he stroked her sex, encouraging him.

"Oh, Daddy," Maggie breathed softly, a moan escaping her lips, and George was overwhelmed with a feeling of love for his daughter at the same time wondering would a father really do this with his own daughter if he loved her. But his desire for Maggie was a monster that wouldn't be satisfied.

Once again caressing his daughter's beautiful bare breast with one hand, with the other George pressed his thumb at the apex of her vaginal entrance while he slipped his fingers under the crotch of her bikini from either side, feeling Maggie's lips slick and wet with her arousal. Stroking his fingers on her slickness, George pushed them inside of his daughter's warm dripping vagina, overcome with a sensation of sick lust for her sex.

 

[MissMarbles]

Maggie had to bite her lip to keep from calling out as her father slid his thick fingers into her soaking wet slit. Her vaginal walls wrapped tightly around her father's fingers - did he know she'd be so tight? She writhed gently in pleasure, opening her legs a little wider for her father. Again she shut her eyes, enjoying every sexy, incestuous bit of attention her father was providing. As her father's fingers delved deeper into her sex, Maggie couldn't help but reach further up her father's thigh near his hardening bulge. Her small hand brushed against it, caressing it before grabbing hold of it to give it a gentle squeeze. Maggie loved her father dearly - perhaps more so than she thought. Had she fallen in love with him? She couldn't be sure, but her cheeks grew crimson at the thought. That was something she could worry about later.. Right now, she just wanted him..

Her mind raced with unintelligable thoughts as her father's hands explored her youthful body. Maggie's free hand slowly slid into the top of those white bikini bottoms, her index and middle finger sliding over her wet slit before they circled around her aching clit. She wanted him.. Needed him.. Badly.

 

[drforever]

George had never harbored any illusions that his daughter, Maggie, was still a virgin, but it had never occurred to him that she would still be so tight. The sensation of her vaginal walls clasping his fingers as he slid them in and out of her slick depths made him lust for her even more.

George knew that it was wrong, wrong for a father to make his daughter feel sexual pleasure by arousing her. And he knew she was feeling it by the way she was sexily biting her lip, her eyes closed concentrating on the sensations he was giving her, her nipples firm and tightly erect as he stroked them.

And Maggie was encouraging her father's sexual attentions, parting her legs wider to give him access to her sex, and then letting him know that she wanted him by gently caressing and then grasping his hard arousal through the cloth of his pants.

George wanted her, his own daughter. And he found it amazing that this beautiful, sexy young woman seemed to want him as much even though he was so much older than she, even though he was her own father.

As Maggie slipped her hand into her bottoms to tease her clit' while he finger fucked her, the flush of arousal tinting her flesh, George knew that she was actively welcoming the incest, and he wondered what it would be like to make his daughter cum in their backyard, writhing and moaning on his fingers for all the world to see.

 

[MissMarbles]

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned again as her desire and arousal grew. Maggie's breathing was more rapid, her slick walls pulsing and tensing as her father fucked her with his fingers and she approached that peak, that electrifying sensation of orgasm. Maggie withdrew her hand from her clit for a brief moment, bringing the fingers that had been toying her clit up to her mouth. Out came that succulent pink tongue, lathering her fingers in saliva, tasting the sweet musk of her sex. Once she deemed them well lubed enough, the fingers slid back into her bikini bottoms to slip and slide over her sensually swollen clit. Maggie's pleasure grew and grew and soon she was ready to burst.


"Fuck.. Daddy, I'm going to bust!" she called out as she felt that extraordinary tingle spread, overwhelming her body. Her young, athletic body, now glistening with pearls of perspiration, writhed in pleasure for a moment before her back arched. Maggie's tight pussy walls clenched down around her father's fingers, drenching them in her liquid sex. She had withdrawn her hand from her bottoms to grasp the side of the loungechair - her other hand furiously caressing her father's hidden member as she experienced the orgasm he seemed to eager to give her.

 

[drforever]

Maggie was panting as George finger-fucked her, his own daughter.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned ecstatically, and he could feel on his fingers the tremors passing through her vaginal walls as she got closer to climax. Then while her father watched, Maggie pulled up her hand that she had in her bikini bottoms and directly started licking her fingers.

Maggie intent on her fingers was unaware of how lascivious this looked, the sight of which made George groan under his breath. He started pumping his fingers harder in her pussy at the same time squeezing her nipple in his fingers. His daughter slid her hand back into her bikini bottoms and started flicking her clitoris.

George leaned over his daughter close to her where she could hear and feel his hot breath panting into her face. "Fuck!" she exclaimed pulling her hand out of her bikini bottoms again and grasping the lounger, "Daddy I'm going to bust!"

Intently, George leaned closer, his forehead touching hers, as Maggie writhed on his fingers, and then suddenly arched up at him with a cry, her cum drenching his fingers.

"Oh, baby, yes," George moaned as his daughter came on his fingers. "Oh, sweetie!" he exclaimed realizing the intensity of her climax and continuing to guide her through her orgasm as she madly started caressing his hard cock through the cloth of his pants.

If it hadn't been for their clothes, George knew he would have been unable to resist and would've consumated their incest by sliding his hard cock up his daughter's pussy. Instead, he continued to finger-fuck his daughter, feeling the tremors of each of her orgasms passing through her.

 

[MissMarbles]

Feeling her father's face near hers and hearing his moans, urging her to come seemed to intensify the whole experience. Maggie's orgasm ripped through her body like a clap of thunder, an intense and powerful sensation that eventually dissipated. However, even as the intensity of her monumental orgasm faded, Maggie's father continued to fuck her with his fingers. She was sensitive to say the least, and as his fingers slid in and out from between her soaked pussy lips, Maggie writhed and quivered with a fierce pleasure. She moaned as her father's continuous finger fucking brought her to several other lesser climaxes in succession.

"Oh, God, Daddy," Maggie cooed, her hand never leaving her father's captive member. Her fingers slid up to carefully undo the button to his suit pants then slowly unzip his fly. Slender digits slipped into her father's pants, now fervishly rubbing his cock through his boxers for a moment as she simaltaneously searched for the slit in his boxers. After finding it, Maggie's petite hand slipped inside, feeling her father's raging hard cock for the first time. She grinned and bit her lip as she wrapped her hand around it, stroking it lovingly.

 

[drforever]

"Oh, God, Daddy," George's daughter, Maggie cooed as she recovered from her orgasms, breathing heavily. Her hand never left her father's penis straining in his pants, intently stroking and rubbing him while looking up at him.

George had stopped finger-fucking his daughter but kept his fingers thrust up her tight cunt. He stayed leaning over her staring down at Maggie almost unbelieving that he had molested her and made her cum.

Carefully, Maggie moved her fingers up and undid the button of her father's pants before slowly unzipping his fly. Swallowing nervously, George watched his daughter slip her fingers into his pants and give his hard cock a feverish rub up and down it's length. Looking up slyly at him, she searched around to find the fly of his boxers and when she did, slipped her fingers through touching her father's raging cock.

Groaning ardently, George looked down at his daughter as she grinned up at him and then wrapped her hand around the girth of her father's cock biting her lip intently as she started to stroke him.

"Oh, yeah," George whispered as his daughter stroked his cock, pulling it out admiringly as she jacked her fingers up and down it's length. He realized that the guilt he felt for the perverse desire he had for his daughter and his molesting of her was not reciprocated. Instead, Maggie was willingly pleasuring her father sexually by teasing and stroking his hard penis.

"I love you so much, Maggie," George told his daughter. "You make me so hard!"