Grandpa's Visit (closed)

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"Whatever you say, Mom," Zoe said before slamming her bedroom door.

Vanessa clinched her teeth and managed to swallow the string of four letter words that she wanted to respond with as she turned away from her daughter's bedroom door and walked down stairs to the kitchen, her heels clacking on the wood steps. Having a teenage daughter was never easy, having one who was a know-it-all, self righteous, goody-two-shoes was all but insufferable she thought as she poured herself a glass of wine and took a pill to calm her nerves.


She and Zoe had been close for the first couple of years after Vanessa's husband had passed away, but in the last couple of years the teen had grown distant, and wasn't afraid to voice her opinion on a whole host of topics, from her mom's drinking habits, her mom's dating life, parenting style, etc.


She's got no fucking idea how easy she has it, Vanessa thought to herself as she finished off her glass of wine and eyed the bottle, trying to decide if she wanted another. Who the fuck does she think she is, judging me? She doesn't have a clue the things I've been through...the things I had to do.


"Maybe it's time for her to grow up and learn a few lessons the hard way," the slender blonde said out loud as she poured that second glass. "The same way I learned."

Pulling her phone from the back pocket of her tight, designer jeans, Vanessa selected a number from her contacts and sat the phone down on the counter in front of her. A moment later a man answered.

"Dad," she said in greeting. "I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."

Vanessa: https://i.imgur.com/LArqfvP.jpg
Zoe: https://i.imgur.com/QApIBPo.jpg

 

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Vanessa could hear the hardness in her father's voice. It wasn't surprising. They didn't speak often, usually only at larger family events such as weddings, funerals, etc. That was mostly Vanessa's decision of course. It certainly wasn't like her to call him up for a friendly chat. They both knew that.


"I know it might be too late, but I thought I would check and see if you had plans for the holidays," she started, trying her best to soften her own voice. "If not, maybe you could come down and stay with Zoe and I for a few weeks." The words felt strange coming out of her mouth, and probably sounded even stranger to his ears, but they were out.


"Go on," he responded, clearly not sure what her angle was or what her real reason for calling might be.


"I know its out of the blue, but I thought it might be nice...and I could use some help with Zoe," she offered. "Somehow my darling little girl turned into a teenager. I might have been a teenager, but I've never tried to raise one. I figured maybe I could use some help from someone who had been through it. Maybe you can get her to listen to you."


Nothing but silence on the other end of the line.


Time to dangle a carrot..."I think she would benefit from some of the parenting you gave me when I was her age," the blonde added, hoping he would connect the dots and that he wouldn't be able to resist the implications.


"So, what do you say, old man?" she asked even as she wondered if she was making a mistake.

 

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The change in her father's tone was immediate and unmistakable. Clearly she had managed to peak his interest, but the full implications of that were chilling. She'd just invited her father to come to her house, to stay with her, and to take a hand in raising her daughter. And she knew exactly what that would mean. She knew all to well.

“Before I get to Zoe, perhaps you need some remedial parenting too Vanessa ,” Joe suggested. “It must have been quite a while since you’ve had a man treat you that way,”


The blonde cringed at the suggestion, crossing one arm across her chest as if to protect herself. She wouldn't have been willing to admit it, certainly not to her father, but she could use some of what he was suggesting. Vanessa had been alone since Michael had passed, and even before that, Michael had never been able to make her feel the way her father had.

The 36 year old listened as her father continued to gloat and needle her with his comments, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her object. When he laid out his demands, she once again found herself questioning her decision, but she continued to listen.

“If that comes through and I’m happy, I’ll be there at the weekend. Now before I go, say ‘please daddy’,” Joe instructed his daughter, reminding her of a phrase he used to make her say when she was Zoe’s age.

After a short pause, Vanessa responded, "Please, daddy..."

She didn't wait for a response, ending the call and setting the phone down like it was on fire. She stared at the phone for a long time before finally picking it up and taking it into the bedroom with her.


With robotic precision, Vanessa stripped her sweater off, then the black bra beneath, leaving her firm, B cup tits exposed to the cool air. As her nipples began to harden, the blonde unzipped her skirt and slipped it off her hips. Before stepping out of the skirt, Vanessa peeled her panties off, letting them fall atop her discarded skirt. Now completely naked, the woman picked up her phone and carried it to the bed with her. Laying down on the bed, Vanessa reached down between her legs and began to rub herself. It took longer than normal for her to become aroused, but once she was, the blonde held the phone up into the air and positioned it so that she could take a photo of herself, careful not to include her face but to give her father a clear view of her bare breasts and her glistening pussy. She knew that he would recognize her body even without her face being in frame.


Before she could change her mind, Vanessa sent the picture to her dad's phone, then followed it a minute later with a couple of recent pictures of Zoe, and finally with a text that insisted that she would pick him up at the airport on Saturday.


Two days, she thought, two days until she would see her father again...instead of getting up and getting dressed, Vanessa laid back down and slipped her hand back down between her legs.. Two days, she thought again as she began to rub herself.****o days, daddy...

 

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When she saw the update to the overhead display indicating that her father's flight had arrived, Vanessa felt her chest tighten with anxiety. She'd been doubting her decision since that first phone call, but she knew the moment she actually saw him would be the worst. That would be the hardest part, not just because it would bring back all the painful memories, but because it would also bring back the good memories. Without a doubt, there were more bad memories, by a fucking mile, but there was also denying that there were good memories too. And those scared the blonde much more than the bed ones.

As she turned her attention to the terminal where the passengers would soon be appearing she couldn't help but feel self conscious. Realizing that any moment her father would be seeing her for the first time in years, she was suddenly very aware of what she was wearing, from the way her jeans rode low on her hips, to just how short her half sweater top was, how much of her tight, tan stomach was visible, to the fact that she had chosen not to wear a bra underneath the sweater. Her breasts weren't large, but they were still firm and perky enough to be a teenager's tits, something she'd always been proud of before, but now she suddenly wondered what her father would think when he saw her. Would he notice her puffy nipples through the soft sweater? Could he see the outline of her areola? Would her nipples grow hard when she felt his eyes on her? They always used to when she was younger, but would they still?

The blonde, who had been wringing her hands together nervously, finally forced herself to stop, hooking her left thumb in a belt loop on her hip, and slipping her right hand into her back pocket. And then she froze as her eyes locked onto his. Her father...her daddy was there in front of her, older, greyer, a little heavier, but it was him. The eyes were the same. The mouth. The way he walked toward her. And then he was putting his arms around her, pulling her into his body more than hugging her. He smelled the same. His hands, big and strong felt the same as they slid around her body and one hand moved down to discretely cup her ass. Same old daddy, Vanessa thought.

“Have you missed me?” she heard him ask, his breath hot on her ear.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said automatically as she squirmed free from his embrace; another thing that was just like the old days.

"Let's go get your luggage," she said turning and starting toward the baggage claim, feeling her father's eyes on her ass, the top of which was at least partially visible above the top of her low riding jeans.

"How was the flight?" she asked as she felt him following just behind her left shoulder.

 

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“But I spent most of the flight thinking of young Zoe. You didn’t bring her along for the ride then?” Joe said, the suggestion in his voice clear.

Vanessa hadn't bit on her father's first couple of comments, trying her best to ignore him, but hearing her daughter's name caught her attention. He was baiting her, which one of his favorite games. The blonde bit back a sharp response, reminding herself that she was the one who had invited him to come. And as much as she would like to deny the reason she'd invited him, they both knew the reason. No use getting mad at him for bringing it up, even in his dickish way.

"She's out with some friends right now, but she should be home in a couple of hours," she said as her dad retrieved one of his bags from the carousel.

Once they got his second bag, Vanessa led him to the car. She got behind the wheel while Joe loaded his luggage into the back of the suv. Once he was done he joined her. Vanessa was about to start the car when he spoke up.

“So why don’t you explain to me exactly what she does that pisses you off so much,” he grinned before reaching out and placing his hand on Vanessa's leg.

The blonde immediately tensed at his touch, her stomach flip flopping as his hand moved up her leg. She wanted to stop him, to slap him, to tell him to fuck off but she didn't do anything except sit stiffly as his hand moved to the front of her pants and casually unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them. Not easy with just one hand, but daddy always was talented, she thought to herself as he forced his big hand down the front of her pants.


“Come on Vanessa, tell daddy everything,” he urged her in that sickening confident voice. Vanessa had to squirm slightly to allow his hand to slip between her legs and she did without hesitation, allowing his fingers to slip past her thong to her pussy. Just like old times, she thought.


“Just like old times huh,” Joe said as he rubbed her, like a man petting his dog.

Vanessa had wondered how she would react when she was alone with her father for the first time after so many years. Would she be oblivious to the control he had over her before or would she fall right back under his thumb, so to speak? Guess we know the answer, she thought even as she spread her legs apart slightly giving him easier access to her pussy which was already starting to respond to the familiar touch of his hand. God, how many times had he slipped his hand down her pants or up her skirt when she was a teenager? A hundred? A thousand? A crowded parking lot was certainly no barrier to her dad, she realized as she glanced out the window at a couple walking past the car. Being in public had never been an obstacle to him, in fact, it seemed to turn him on.

"Zoe is a conceited, arrogant, know it all little shit," Vanessa finally said, her voice breathier than she expected. "She thinks the world owes her everything, or more accurately she thinks I owe her everything. And she acts like she's so much better than everyone, especially me."

The words came out quickly, and just thinking about Zoe's attitude brought a heat to Vanessa's voice and face. And the heat born of talking about her daughter only combined with the heat she felt at the shame of having her father's hand down her pants, and the shame of knowing that she liked the feel of his hand on her cunt.

"Daddy..." she exhaled softly as his fingers teased her pussy.

 

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The entire drive from the airport to her house, Vanessa felt like she wanted to vomit. Had she really invited this man back into her life? Into her daughter's life? Was she really so angry with Zoe that she was willing to subject the teenager to the things that he would do to her? It wasn't just the things he would do to her physically, no, it was more about the way he would manipulate her, the way he would make her feel. Vanessa remembered all to well what it felt like being a teenager at the mercy of her father.

Just in case the memories had begun to fade, Joe was clearly trying to bring them back to the fore of his daughter's mind, the way he was speaking to her, the way he had refused to let her finish...She could still feel his fingers between her legs, the wetness and the aching desire...she could still taste herself on his fingers...why the fuck did he have to be so cruel?


As they got out of the car and Vanessa reached down to button her jeans, she glanced over at his face, seeing the impression her house made on him. He was jealous, or at the very least, surprised by how large and nice it was. She tried to gain some satisfaction from that, but it was short lived.

“It looks like you did very well out of Michael’s death,” he commented.

True, Michael had planned ahead, invested well. But the truth was, Vanessa had been the one who had been more successful, spinning her talent for interior design into a lucrative career. Not that her father would ever acknowledge it, if he even knew, she thought as she lead him into the house.

He continued to try to goad her as they entered the house. He couldn't resist, the arrogant prick.

“I’m sure I’ll probably end up sleeping in Zoe’s room or your room,” he stated, without flinching or showing even a hint of remorse. “But you better show me the room I’m supposed to be staying in,” Joe suggested. “Then you can give me the guided tour, including Zoe’s room, preferably before she gets home."


The blonde did as asked, leading her father upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms. After showing him the room, she showed him the remaining rooms on that floor, which included Zoe's room, two more guest rooms and several bathrooms. Downstairs she showed him her own bedroom and master bath, then the study, the den and the kitchen. Lastly she showed him the pool in the back.


As they started to re-enter the house from the pool area, Vanessa heard a car pull into the driveway. Zoe must be home, she realized.

Vanessa stopped and turned to look at her father. Her voice cold as iron, she spoke, "There is one condition. If you can't agree to it, you need to fly back home now. If you violate it, you leave."

She paused for a long moment, wanting him to understand that she was serious, "Zoe cannot know that I know what you're doing to her. She can't know that I asked you to do this. Promise me now, or leave."

 

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When Zoe walked in and found her mom in the kitchen talking to a strange man, she wasn't all that surprised. She'd found her mom with strange men before, the only thing surprising about it was that they both had there clothes on and the man was much older than her mom. Normally her mom liked her playthings younger, the blonde thought as she took her sunglasses off and laid them on the counter with her phone and keys.

“Ah, and this must be young Zoe. You might not recognize me, but I’m your Grandfather, your mom’s dad,” the older man said as he turned to face the teenager.

Grandfather? Now that was surprising. Her mom had never been particularly talkative about her family, especially her dad, but what little she had told her had led Zoe to believe that her mom was perfectly happy without him in their lives.

"Your grandfather's going to be staying with us during the holidays," Vanessa explained before turning her attention to her phone, clearly not intending to elaborate.

“Now, how about a hug for your grandpa....?” the white haired man said, spreading his arms open and moving toward Zoe who was dressed in a pair of beige shorts, with sandals and a short sleeved white top. She stepped forward to meet him, if somewhat hesitantly, as he put his arms around her and pulled her into his chest.

"I hate to run off, but I've got a business meeting," Vanessa suddenly announced as she slipped her phone into her back pocket. "I'll be gone a couple of hours, so you two will have a chance to get to know each other. There's food if your hungry."

And with that, Vanessa strode out of the room and out of the house, leaving Zoe alone with a stranger who was apparently her grandfather, though she had almost no memory of him.

 

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Vanessa couldn't get out of the house fast enough, though once it was in the rear view mirror, the blonde found herself questioning her decision to invite her father back into her life for the umpteenth time. She didn't have to wonder what Joe was going to do to Zoe, she knew exactly what he would do to her, though she couldn't help but wonder just how quickly he planned to start. Was he going to take her right away? Was he already forcing himself on Zoe? The thought made her pulse quicken, though she didn't really want to think about why it did so.

By the time she reached her destination Vanessa had convinced herself that Zoe would probably have at least a day, maybe two before she would be introduced to her grandfather's particular brand of parenting. The thought did little to settle the blonde's nerves as she parked her car and headed into the hotel.

One of Vanessa's distractions since the death of her husband had been her assistant, Ethan. He was tall and handsome and significantly younger than her, and she'd been using him for sex for more than a year so he was used to getting a call from her out of the blue asking him to meet her at the hotel. No surprise, he was already in the room when she got there. Naked, lying on the queen sized bed with a blindfold on and one hand handcuffed and chained to the headboard.

Their relationship was one of clearly defined roles. She was in charge, professionally and sexually. He was submissive.

As Vanessa walked into the room she tossed her room key onto the table and immediately pulled her sweater off, exposing her small, firm breasts. The rest of her clothes quickly found their way to the floor as she approached the bed. She leaned over intending to place Ethan's free hand in the empty handcuff, twin of the one that was currently restraining his other wrist.

At the last moment though, she changed her mind, reaching instead for the blindfold, which she removed.

"Change of plans," she said as she grabbed the key from the bedside table and unlocked the handcuff. Without explanation she had Ethan get off the bed and she quickly took his place, placing the blindfold around her own head and then shackling her wrist to the bed.

"I want you to fuck me as hard as you can...use me anyway you want," she pleaded. Ethan hesitated for a moment before handcuffing Vanessa's other wrist and then climbing onto the bed. As he spread her legs apart and lifted them into the air, he wondered to himself what had brought on the change in the blonde. It only took three hard thrusts of Ethan's cock into Vanessa's cunt before she moaned her first "daddy".

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Zoe and her grandfather talked as they waited for the pizza to arrive. She had insisted on spinach and chicken on her pizza, explaining that she liked to eat healthy, even if her mom didn't really care. She made no real attempt to disguise her disapproval of her mother as she spoke. Despite getting the pizza toppings she wanted the teenager ate little once it actually came. Partially because she had to watch her weight, and partially because she felt awkward having dinner with a man who was for all intents and purposes, a stranger.

She was definitely unsure of what to say to the older man sitting across from her. She really knew next to nothing about him, so much so that it was difficult for her to even know what to ask. Eventually she decided to ask him about her mom.


"So, what was my mom like when she was growing up?" the blonde asked, curious if her grandfather would give her any embarrassing information which she could use against her mom later. "Did she get in trouble a lot when she was my age?"

 

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Zoe wasn't really sure what to think of her grandfather. She was guardedly curious and nothing he said or did really changed that. He seemed friendly enough but many of his comments seemed to be said with an implied wink, like their was more to it or like he had some secret he wasn't ready to reveal yet. He certainly wasn't a doddering, kindly old man, like she pictured most grandfathers to be, that much was certain. But she couldn't quite figure out what to think about him.

She mostly listened, asking the occasional question, and nodding her head a lot. It wasn't until he brought up one of her favorite things, the pool, that she finally perked up.

"Yes, I can wear bikinis. My mom doesn't tell me what to wear," Zoe replied with a dismissive laugh. To be fair, her mom did tell her what to wear, Zoe just rarely listened, having virtually no respect for Vanessa's fashion sense. "Do you want to go out to the pool. I could probably find on of dad's old swimsuits or you could wear some shorts. Do you wear shorts?"

"Anyway, I'll go get changed and see if I can find some trunks for you," the blonde said, bouncing up out of her seat. She didn't really wait to see what the olden man said before she raced upstairs to her room and changed into her newest bikini, a blue and pink striped bikini that left little to the imagination. After donning her swimsuit, the teen slipped some flip flops on her feet, grabbed a towel and some sunscreen, then slipped into her mom's room and dug an old pair of trunks from the closet.


"Found some," Zoe announced loudly as she bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen.


Bikini: https://i.imgur.com/aBzdyoH.png?1

 

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Zoe noticed her grandfather's eyes lingering on her bikini a bit too long, and she tensed, expecting him to criticize her about how much skin it showed, but after a moment he turned his attention to the swim trunks she offered him. She was a little surprised when he started to unbutton his shirt, and had to force herself not to make a face when she saw his chest and stomach, but then, just as she was about to point out where the downstairs bathroom was so he could change, he reached for the waistband of his pants.


The teen quickly turned her back to the near stranger before he could drop his pants in front of her, her cheeks blushing darkly as she wondered what kind of man would just get naked in front of his own granddaughter, especially one he barely knew. She could feel her ears burning and then she caught a reflection of her naked grandfather in the stainless steel of the fridge. It was blurry and distorted but she could distinctly make out his penis before she clamped her eyes shut and waited for him to finish dressing.


Still feeling incredibly uncomfortable, Zoe led the old man out to the pool, and the warm sun that bathed the back of the house. She was just laying her towel down on a deck chair when he mentioned the sunscreen and once again the blonde tensed. The thought of the older man's large hands rubbing lotion on her bare skin filled the teen with dread, but before she could think of some excuse he had the bottle in his hand and was moving to stand behind her. Zoe did her best not to freak out as she pulled her long blonde hair over her shoulder to let it lay across her chest, moving it out of his way so he could put the sunscreen on her shoulders and back.