6 comments/ 58745 views/ 17 favorites No Place Like Home Ch. 01 By: JohnB73 James was in his study, working diligently on a new novel, when he heard the front door of his house open and slam shut again. Glancing at his computer's on-screen clock, he realized that he'd spent the entire afternoon hard at work, barely coming up for breath for long enough to do more than fetch himself a couple of cups of coffee. It was just past six in the evening, and the steady thumping of footsteps sounded in the hallway, approaching his study. "Mom? Dad? Is anyone home? Hello?" came a familiar voice that brought a smile to his face. This was, of course, the day his daughter, Molly, was to arrive, spending her Spring Break back at home. She'd been away at college for two years, and her visits had been too few and too short for James' liking. As his only child, James was both very fond and very protective of Molly, and when she was away at college, a good eight-hour drive away, he missed her greatly. "In here, Punkin!" James called, using Molly's childhood nickname. He saved the work he'd done, closed the file, and swivelled his chair to greet his daughter as she entered the room. Molly was fresh-faced and very pretty at twenty-two, with her mother's thick, ink-black hair, enchanting hazel eyes, and womanly, top-heavy figure. "I should have known I'd find you in here, Dad. If you keep this up, you'll end up with square eyes, you know." the lovely young brunette said, jerking a thumb toward his computer's monitor. "Those things are hard on your eyes, you know." "I know, and I keep the room well-lit, so I don't end up squinting like Mr. Magoo. Besides, it's this computer that's paying the bills, and your college bills. So you should treat it with a little more respect." James joked, smiling as he took in the sight of Molly. She was wearing a lightweight pink summer dress with thin spaghetti straps, a snug fit around her bust and middle, with a swishy skirt that stopped just short of her knees. Lots of the milky skin of her shoulders and upper chest was on open display, and James couldn't help but be reminded of his wife, Linda. Molly wore a pair of black-and-pink sneakers on her feet, and had her hair gathered into a pair of thick pigtails with pink elastic hair-ties. Looking at her and admiring the touch of little-girl innocence, James couldn't keep the smile off of his face. Pink had always been the one color he loved to see his little girl in, more than any other. "Okay, okay. I'll stop picking on your second wife." Molly said with a giggle, and stroked the top of the monitor's case gently. "Sorry about that, Mom two-point-oh!" she joked, and the two of them shared a laugh. "Anyway, do you have your bags all in?" James asked once the laughter calmed. "Once we get your things in the house, we can go out to dinner like we'd planned. I tried to talk your mother into coming along, so you two could spend some time together, but she's busy. That new job of hers keeps her running a lot, you know." "I've gotten used to travelling light, Dad. I only brought one suitcase and that big Army duffel I got from that rummage sale a few years back." Molly replied. "I didn't need to make a second trip, so I'm ready to go when you are. And I'm hungry enough to eat most of a cow, too." "I know the feeling. Before I heard you come in, it was almost one o'clock the last time I bothered to look at the clock. And I meant to get around to at least a sandwich, but, well...you know how it is for me. I just got into the zone." James replied, and got up from his chair. He wasn't tall, but he was solidly built. At fourty-two, his brown hair was thinly streaked with grey along the sides, and his brown eyes always seemed warm and friendly. He put his fists at the small of his back and stretched, a soft crack coming from his back. He relaxed with a sigh, and moved to wrap his arms around Molly, hugging her and pressing a kiss to her soft, thick hair. He could smell the strawberry shampoo she'd used that morning, and he took a moment's pause to delight in it. "Well, let's get going, then. Otherwise I'm gonna end up pulling a Mike Tyson, and biting off one of your ears to snack on!" Molly joked, squeezing James back and then stepping away, turning towards the door. They both chuckled as they left the house, and Molly got a break from driving while he drove her to a local steakhouse for dinner. They were seated after only a short wait, with the restaurant being mostly full for the dinner-time rush. The decor was eclectic, a mix of various old road signs, signed celebrity photos, and movie posters, and Jimmy Buffet played softly in the background. They had just settled into the cushy seats of their booth when a perky, red-haired waitress approached. "Hi there! Welcome to Sully's!" the waitress chirped happily, smiling brightly as she set two menus on their table. "Can I start you two off with something to drink?" "I'll take a Blue Moon, with a slice of orange." James replied, barely needing to pause for thought. "Whatever you want, Punkin. It's on me." "Thanks, Daddy." Molly said with a pretty smile of her own. Looking over the drink list, she pursed her lips. "Oh, yum! I'll have a mudslide, please!" she said to the waitress. "Okay, I'll be right back with those. If you have any questions about the menu or specials, you can ask me in just a minute." the waitress replied, and hustled off to the horseshoe-shaped bar at the center of the dining room. "I hope you go slow on that drink. They don't skimp on the liquor here, and I don't want to have to carry you out to the car." James said, perking one dark brow Molly's way. "Oh, don't worry so much, Daddy! I'll admit, I've done some drinking with my college friends, and it was Raquel that turned me on to mudslides. They're so yummy." she said with a smile. "And yes, I've already had too many one night, so I have an idea of my limit. I'll be fine tonight." "Well, if you're sure, I'll trust you. You are a big girl, after all." James conceded as he browsed over his menu. His brow was furrowed, and he chewed at his lower lip steadily. "Daddy? You look all tense and worried. Is there something bugging you? You know you can talk to me, right?" Molly asked, and reached out to squeeze her father's hand in an encouraging gesture. "Ah, it's nothing you'd want to hear about right now, sweetie. It wouldn't do our appetites any good. Besides, it'll be easier to talk about after I've had my beer. Later." he replied, as the waitress returned with their drinks. "And here we go! One Blue Moon with orange, and a mudslide! Are you ready to order, or do you need a few minutes yet?" the redhead, whose name tag read Annie, asked. "I think I'll try the Surf 'N Turf platter." Molly said, closing her menu and pushing it to the end of the table for Annie to take. "And I'll have the New York Strip." James added, mirroring Molly's gesture. "Okay, those will be up in just a bit!" Annie said, writing the orders down. With another smile, she took the menus and strutted off toward the kitchen. "Wow. She's so sweet, I think I might need to get tested for diabetes." James said in a low murmur, leaning slightly over the table. "Yeah, I know! I wonder how much coffee she has left in her IV bag!" Molly said with a giggle. "Still, she is cute...that makes up for a lot. And I do like redheads. Some of them have freckles in really fun places." she added with a wink. James' eyes widened, and he nearly choked on a swallow of his beer. He managed to cover his mouth with one hand, though, and after a couple of deep breaths through his nose, he managed to swallow the cold, foamy drink without incident. Molly giggled as she watched him fight for his self-control, her cheeks flushing. "Sorry, Daddy! I really didn't mean to say that just as you were drinking!" she said. "Molly, sweetie, there are some things a parent shouldn't have to learn about his little girl. I think a taste for other girls is one of them." he said, trying to sound stern. "I guess this means grand-children are out of the question. Your mother won't like that at all." "Oh, no, no. Don't worry about that, Daddy! I like boys and girls. I don't have a steady boyfriend right now, but it could still happen. Mom might still end up with a grand-son or grand-daughter to spoil." Molly replied, shaking her head. Her pigtails swayed heavily, and the motion caused a notable bit of jiggle in the bust of her pink dress. Dinner was a pleasant experience, with the two of them chatting happily. Molly helped to catch her father up on what she'd been doing at college, both in and out of her classes, and James told her about the latest chapters of his new novel. The trip home was uneventful, with a companionable silence settled between them. As they arrived at home, James noticed that the garage door was still open, and Linda's car wasn't parked there. If she'd been home, she would have closed the garage door. It was one of the quirks of her OCD. The two of them settled down onto the couch in the living room to watch TV, and Molly sat close enough to rest her head on James' shoulder. "So, Daddy, just what was it that had you all worried-looking before? From the sound of it, it can't be your writing." Molly asked over the background noise of the TV. "Well, it's...hard to talk about, baby. See, with our schedules being as busy as they are, your mother and I don't get a lot of time together any more, and I've been feeling like we're drifting apart. I'd love to give her more attention, but she's on the road so much for the cosmetics company. Most of the time, she doesn't even get home until I'm already dead alseep." James explained, starting slowly. "I can't even remember the last time we had a nice, intimate night to ourselves. I miss how things used to be, but you know how your mother is. What other people think is so important to her, so she has to give more than everyone else at work, make more in sales, and just prove that she's better than everyone around her." "Oh...well, Mom's always been pretty gung-ho about work, but I didn't know it was messing you guys up...you know, that way. I'm really sorry to hear it, Daddy." Molly said, cuddling closer to his side and wrapping her arms around him. "I can try to talk to her, if she'll stop running around for a few minutes. Maybe I can help." "Maybe...but I don't know, baby. She just doesn't seem to have time for anything but work lately. And the last time she came to bed and I did wake up, things didn't work out very well." James said, wrapping an arm around his daughter's shoulders in a firm side-hug. He blushed as he remembered that night, and let out a long, slow sigh of regret. "She wasn't feeling very...affectionate, if you know what I mean." "Ohh. So you woke up and tried to put a move on her, but she wasn't horny?" Molly asked bluntly. "Molly Elizabeth Malone!" James snapped, his face reddening even deeper at her words. "Even if that's the way it was, you don't just say it like that..." he said, the sudden anger in his voice fading away. His grip on her shoulder slackened, and he sniffled quietly. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Really. About the whole messy thing. I wish there was something I could do." she answered, and held him tightly, feeling his shoulders starting to hitch. "Shh, shh...it's okay. If you need to, you can cry on me, Daddy. I won't tell Mom." James' self-control broke then, and he did just that, holding his daughter in his arms and crying against her shoulder and the crook of her neck until he'd purged himself of the bulk of his pain. After his sobs had dried up and turned into soft, occasional sniffles, he reached for a tissue and wiped at his face, cleaning his tear-streaked cheeks. "Thank you, baby. You don't know how badly I needed that. I feel a lot better...but tired out, too." he said, once his voice was steady again. "Yeah...a good cry does that to you. Why don't you go to bed, Daddy? I'll turn things off for you. The drive and that big dinner have me feeling kinda sleepy, too." Molly offered. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Thanks, baby." James said, giving Molly one more squeeze and kissing her forehead gently before getting up from the couch. "Sleep well, Molly, and thanks so much. I love you." "I love you too. Sweet dreams!" Molly said cheerfully, and got a tired but sincere smile for her extra perkiness. It was later that night that Molly awoke, her bladder aching. She groaned softly and cursed under her breath, then pushed the blanket off and got out of bed. Blinking, she switched her bedside lamp on, left her room, and started down the upstairs hallway toward the bathroom. She had her thick, dark hair down, and was only wearing an oversized powder-blue t-shirt and a pair of simple, white cotton panties. She padded her way down the upstairs hallway, and rubbed at her eyes when she saw a sliver of light from under the bathroom door. She let out a frustrated sigh as she walked closer, and was just about to knock on the door when she heard sounds from behind it. There was a steady rhythm of dull slaps, and quick, deep breathing could be heard as well. For a moment, her sleep-fogged brain failed to add the simple equation up, but then her cheeks turned hot as she realized what was happening behind one simple door. Her own father, with no one to tend to his needs, was seeing to himself. She froze where she stood, shock keeping her knuckles from falling and hitting the door. She strained with her ears, not only to hear him, but to listen for any signs of her mother arriving home late. The house was quiet, however, and there was no humming-grinding sound from the garage door. Curiosity tugged at her, and she lowered her arm, then lowered herself to her knees outside the bathroom door. Wetting suddenly-dry lips with her tongue, she leaned closer and put her eye to the keyhole, to see what she could through it. Molly had a side view of her father sitting on the toilet, his boxers around his ankles. She couldn't see him up past his chest, though, and she had to hunker down and strain to get that high a view. Indeed, the sight that greeted her curious eyes was that of her father, stroking his cock with lustful, desperate pumps of his hand and arm. She nearly gasped when she saw the size of his erect shaft. It must have been at least nine inches long, a thick handful for any woman, and topped with a big, fat, red-purple glans. Putting a hand over her mouth, she leaned closer to the keyhole, fascinated by the erotic sight of him jerking on that huge dick. "Oh, God...oh, baby, oh, baby..." James moaned softly to himself, mind lost in some hot fantasy as he pumped at his throbbing length. His pace quickened, and the muscles of his legs tensed. He shifted in place, straightening his back as he pushed against the floor with the balls of his feet. Molly felt a sudden, forbidden rush of heat bloom in her young pussy and spread through the rest of her lush body. Her nipples stood out stiff and thick under her t-shirt, and her need to urinate was forgotten for the moment. Instead, she felt her pussy heating up and starting to moisten. She pressed a hand to the crotch of her panties, one fingertip finding the hood of her clit with ease. She bit her lip against a moan of her own, and rubbed her knees against each other, squirming in place. And then, it happened. James let out a cry, then a series of animal grunts and groans as he brought himself to his bliss. Strong jets of thick, white cum shot from his fat cock-head, some landing on the knuckles of his pumping hand. Others splattered on his thigh, and one very hard burst arced up and landed on his stomach. Shuddering and groaning and gasping in release, James squeezed at his erupting member even harder, wringing every drop of his essence out of it. Finally, after what seemed like an erotic eternity, he relaxed with a long sigh. He unrolled some toilet paper and wiped off his cummy knuckles, then his thigh. He dabbed at his shirt, and muttered softly as he decided to strip it off and toss it in the hamper. Molly was flushed with sudden arousal and passion, and she swallowed hard as her finger rubbed tight little circles over her clit. Then her eyes widened as she realized that she didn't have long until he left the bathroom. She got to her feet as quietly as possible, and started to sneak her way back toward her bedroom. However, she turned too sharply, and the doorknob gave the side of her elbow a sharp knock. Surprised and hurt, she couldn't hold in the yelp of pain that the blow startled out of her. "Molly? Is that you?" James called from behind the bathroom door. His voice sounded a little shaky, but reasonably close to normal. "Yeah, Dad. I guess I just bumped into the door. If you're almost done, I gotta pee." she said, trying to add a little extra slur and mumble to her words, to sound half-awake instead of half-consumed by raw, taboo lust. "Okay, sure. Give me just a sec." came James' reply. A moment later, he opened the door and stepped into the hallway, naked except for his boxers. "Do what you gotta, then get to bed, kiddo. It's late, and you'll want to be up and running all day tomorrow." "Well, I wanted to do an errand or two, but I was thinking of spending most of tomorrow tanning and swimming in the pool. If that's okay, of course." she said with a sweet smile. "Yeah, of course. If you forgot a swimsuit, I think there are a couple in your dresser." he said, and reached out to give her a quick squeeze around the waist. "I'm off to bed. Goodnight, baby." "Goodnight, Daddy." she replied, leaning up to kiss his cheek before he shuffled down the hallway to his room. Then she darted into the bathroom, closed the door, and slid her panties down to her ankles. She sighed in relief as she finally unloaded her bladder, and leaned back against the toilet tank. "It's still warm..." she mused to herself with a little giggle, and couldn't help but feel an extra thrill at the fact that she was sharing the heat of her own father's impassioned body. With one urgent need taken care of, she lowered a hand to her lap as her thighs spread open, and started to rub at her clit again, making it swell and thicken with lust. She sighed and drew in deep breaths, savoring the act of masturbation as she always did. Since she'd gone to college and done her share of experimenting, she'd discovered that she had quite a powerful sex drive. Sometimes she almost worried that she might have full, clinical nymphomania, but she usually quieted such fears with the help of her fingers and one of her toys, if one of her fuck-buddies wasn't available. Angling her wrist, she plunged two fingers up into her wet, tight pussy, working them in and out as she used her thumb to keep rubbing at her clit. Her left hand slid up under her shirt, and she squeezed at her fat right breast tightly, her nipple stiff and hot against her palm. Her mind kept replaying the sight she'd seen through the keyhole, over and over. Even though she should have been repelled by the idea of thinking of someone in her family in a sexual way, the mental image of that huge cock and those thick, glistening streams of sperm only fanned the flames of her heat. She pumped her fingers in and out of her hot little tunnel, soft moans rising from her throat. "What if Daddy knew I was like this? That his sweet little girl was such a horny little slut?" she wondered to herself. "He'd be shocked, I'm sure...but maybe it would make him hot, too. Maybe...it would make him want me. Maybe he'd fuck me with that huge cock...oh, God..." That thought was all it took, and Molly tightened up all over, her pussy juicing up and clamping down around her pumping fingers. Her clit swelled and throbbed under her thumb, and she pulled her left hand out of her shirt suddenly. She clamped her hand over her mouth, stifling her cries of orgasm down to soft little whimpers as she rode out the shuddering spasms of lust that shook her bountiful body. When the last quake of ecstacy finished rolling through her, she sighed happily as her muscles relaxed. She sat on the toilet for a long minute, just enjoying the afterglow of her powerful climax. No Place Like Home Ch. 01 After cleaning herself up and getting her panties back into place, she padded off to her bedroom and snuggled into bed, a small, wicked smile on her lips as she came to a decision. Before her Spring Break was up, she was going to seduce her Daddy, and give him the kind of attention her mother was too busy to lavish on him. She'd give herself to him, any way he wanted her, as many times as possible before she had to make the long drive back to campus. Her mind made up, she drifted off, that smile still on her sleeping face. The next day got off to a fairly normal start. Molly and James had breakfast, and James got a call from Linda. She apologized for not making it back home last night, but there were several prospective clients in her area, and it was going to take another overnight stay at a hotel for her to make all of her appointments. The news seemed to bring James down a bit, with him barely sipping at the coffee he usually enjoyed so much. Molly frowned when he'd relayed the news to her, and shook her head. "Really. Mom should see about taking some paid time off, or something. She's got to have made enough sales to satisfy her boss by now!" she grumbled. Dressed in a hot pink camisole and a pair of tight cut-off shorts, she was slipping a pair of brown leather sandals onto her feet as she spoke. "I know, and I agree. I'll talk to her the next time I can actually sit her down for more than five minutes." James answered, and stretched his arms above his head. He got up from his chair at the dining table. "I think I'm gonna pop in a movie before I start the day's writing. Did you want to sit in with me?" "No, that's okay. I wanna take care of that errand I was talking about last night. It'll be just a quick run, and I'll be back. Maybe I'll watch what's left of the movie when I get back, unless the pool starts calling to me." she answered with a smile. "All right. Enjoy the sun for me!" James said, waving as Molly headed to the front door, taking her purse from a wall-hook as she went. She waved back and left, and he browsed through his collection of DVD's. "Ah, it's been a while since I watched this one. Come on, Dude. Help me abide." he murmured to himself, ready to use good comedy to help him forget his woes. The ending credits of the movie were just rolling when Molly finally opened the front door and walked into the living room, a merry bounce to her step and a plastic shopping bag in hand. Given her camisole's deeply-scooped neckline, James couldn't help but notice the bouncing and jostling of his curvy daughter's generous bust. He fought back a blush at how his eyes wanted to linger on those marvelous globes, and offered a smile that he hoped looked innocent. "Well, you were gone for longer than I expected. Did you get lost while you were doing your errand, or did you get caught up in some window-shopping?" he asked, and picked up the remote for the DVD player, making the disc tray slide open with the push of a button. "No, I didn't get lost, Dad. I haven't been away for that long, silly." Molly replied, returning his smile. She plopped down next to him on the couch and pressed a fond kiss to his cheek, letting her lips linger for a fraction of a second longer than was chaste. "While I was at the drugstore, I ran into Jasmine. You remember her, right?" "Oh, yeah. Your, um...how do I say it? Colored? Friend. Sure, I remember her." James answered, a little stammer creeping into his speech. "Silly Daddy. It's okay to say that she's black. Not all black people are gonna bite your head off just for saying that. It's not like you're using the N-word or anything." Molly said with a giggle, and side-hugged him warmly, her full breasts pressing against his upper arm. Sun-warmed and bralessly soft, they sent a forbidden thrill of sensation through the older man, and he couldn't help a shiver. "Well, sometimes it's hard to tell what'll set some people off, Punkin. You know I'm not racist or anything. I just like to be careful, that's all." he said, and returned her squeeze before getting up from the couch to put the DVD away. "What was that shiver for? Are you cold, Daddy?" Molly asked, a teasing note in her voice as she spoke. "If you wanna warm up, you should change into your trunks and come out back with me. I'm gonna go swimming as soon as I get a swimsuit on." "That might be fun. I actually haven't done any swimming for a couple of weeks now. I'm starting to wonder what I'm paying the pool guy for." James said agreeably, and turned back to face Molly. "Okay. You go change, and I'll bring us out some drinks. Then I'll change, and meet you out there. Deal?" "Deal! Thanks, Daddy!" Molly said happily, and bounced up off the couch. With her shopping bag in hand, she thumped her way up the stairs and down the hallway to her bedroom. Once in her room, she took a round pill-case from her bag and selected a pill, then gulped it down quickly. Then came the task of picking a swimsuit to wear...one that her father would love seeing her in. James was already relaxing on an inflatable pool-chair, drifting lazily in the backyard pool, when Molly opened the sliding patio door and strutted out. A pair of blue-chrome-rimmed, black-lensed sunglasses covered her eyes, and she was dressed in a tiny little electric blue bikini that left precious little to the imagination. Her breasts strained at the top, her ample cleavage nearly ready to spill out, and the bottom barely kept her most delicate parts covered. The tightness with which she'd tied the side-tie bottom gave her a plump camel-toe that would be obvious if her thighs happened to stray away from each other. Her hair was left down, long and thick, the glossy black waves caressing her fair shoulders. "Well? What do you think?" Molly asked, doing a slow turn for her father. "I guess you can't really call me your little girl any more, huh? I'm pretty well grown up." "Y-yeah, you are, sweetie. You look very grown-up in that." James replied, and shifted his legs a bit on the floating pool-chair as a very un-fatherly breed of lust stirred within him. He couldn't take his eyes off of Molly's hourglass figure as she posed for him, and he idly splashed a bit of cold pool-water onto his stomach and chest to help cool the naughty passion that he was being made to feel. "When you first walked out, you reminded me a lot of your mom, back when we were still newlyweds. She was a lot more uninhibited back then. Before we had to manage a family, and she got that job...back when things were simple." "Oh, I bet she kept you up late quite a lot back then. If she brought the same kind of energy she puts into her job to the bedroom...wow! She must have been knocking your socks off!" Molly joked as she neared the pool, her tight-wrapped breasts bouncing and her wide hips swaying with every step. She sat down at the edge of the pool and put her feet in with a splash and a gasp of surprise, the cold rushing along her nerves. "Ooh! God, it's cold! But it feels good, with today being so hot!" "Molly, I'm not really sure you and I ought to be talking about how your mother and I used to be...well, intimately. That's pretty personal stuff. It's not really appropriate." James said, using one wet hand to brush his water-slick hair back from his forehead. "I know you're a big girl now, but that's still no reason for you to talk like that." "Well, if I'm not gonna address matters of intimacy with you, who is? Mom? You're kidding. I haven't even seen her since I got here. I know she's never around for you." Molly said in rebuttal, and slipped her sunglasses off. She set them down at poolside just before she eased herself into the cold water of the pool. She did a few strong breast-strokes to bring herself to the side of his floating chair, and rested her arms on it. "I just want you to know that it's all right. I'm here, and you don't have to keep suffering. I'll help you. All you have to do is ask." "Ask? What? Punkin, I-I'm not sure what you're getting at, but..." James started to stammer, his face flushing red at the implications of her words and the close, up-front presentation of her fair-skinned, heavy breasts. Despite his words, Molly's closeness and the soft purr of her voice sent another taboo surge through him, and his cock began to shift and awaken in his trunks. It started to rear up, forming the beginning of a tent in his plain black trunks. "Oh, you're sure, all right. At least, part of you is." Molly teased with a wide, naughty smile. Her look down to his crotch was rewarded with the sight of his manhood growing, and she licked her lips slowly at the erotic sight. She ran one fingertip over the cloth-tenting member in a feather-light stroke. "I'm flattered, Daddy...that you think I'm sexy enough to get you all hard." "Oh, sweetie...you know there are a thousand reasons why we shouldn't do anything like that..." james managed, biting back a moan at the touch of her finger along his stiffening shaft. "It's wrong...if your mother or the neighbors were to find out, there'd be Hell to pay..." "Aw, Daddy. Don't be such an old fuddy-duddy. I know a lot of girls at the college who have played around with their own Daddies. And some with their Mommies, too." Molly said, her lips forming a pout that was both cute and sensual at the same time. Then she pushed off from the side of the chair, leaning back and back-floating her way to the edge of the pool. "But okay...if you really want me to behave, I will. Just come over here and rub some sunscreen on my back, okay?" "All right. But you need to be good. No more of that kind of talk, or else we're going to have trouble." James answered, trying to squash the lust he felt and keep a stern tone with his daughter. He rolled off the side of the chair and swam to poolside as Molly climbed out and toweled her back dry. Molly laid the towel out on the hot cement around the pool and lowered herself onto it slowly, trying to make as much of a show of it as she could for her poor, lonely, deprived father. Reaching back, she untied her bikini top and eased it off, and used one arm to cradle her swaying breasts. Even though most of them were still in plain sight, her nipples were still hidden as she used her free arm to reach out, offering a bottle of Coppertone. "Molly, what are you doing?" James asked with a gasp, seeing her in her topless state as he climbed out of the pool and padded over to her. "You're trying to give me a heart attack before fifty, aren't you?" "No, silly! I just don't want any tan lines on my back or shoulders. They're gross." Molly answered, wrinkling her nose cutely. She released the bottle as he took hold of it, and settled down on her folded arms. To James' relief, the gesture did more to hide her big, beautiful breasts. "Oh, well...I didn't know that was something that modern girls didn't like. I guess it's my fault, being an old fuddy-duddy." James said, chuckling nervously as he joked. He popped the bottle's cap open and squirted some of the thick, creamy lotion into his palm, then rubbed his warm, firm hands together to coat them both. He started to rub the sunscreen into Molly's shoulders and upper back, kneeling at her side. "This isn't working very well, Punkin...I'm having trouble reaching your shoulder." "Well, you're positioned all wrong, Daddy. You should kneel up above my lower back, so you don't have to twist around so much." Molly said, after a glance to see just where he was. "Back when Jasmine and I would swim together, she'd sit right on my butt when she put lotion on me." "Didn't that hurt?" James asked as he adjusted his position, settling down onto his haunches just above Molly's rear. He kept rubbing, his hands working over the top planes of her shoulders, nearer to her collarbones. "I mean, she was never fat, or anything, but that part of the body's only meant to be a seat for one, not two." "No, it was fine!" Molly answered with a giggle at the joke, and gave her hips a little squirm under his weight. "Besides, I have plenty of padding back there. She used to say it was a great seat. Why don't you relax a little more, and try it for yourself?" "Well, we're just getting you sun-proofed...and having my legs folded like this isn't too comfortable." James reasoned, and shifted, settling down onto Molly's plush rump by slow degrees. "Well, that is actually pretty nice..." "Mm-hmmm...and so are your hands, Daddy. I haven't had anyone rub my back for a long while now. It's great..." Molly sighed softly, and did another slow, full-body squirm under him. She smiled to herself as she felt another shift of his big cock against her ass-crack, and tried not to make her next wiggle too obvious. "Can you rub my back like this every day? Please? I don't have the kind of money to go out for regular professional massages." "I...I don't know, sweetie. I'll be glad to put lotion on you for swimming, but..." James protested weakly, and chewed at his lip as her writhing motions re-awakened his desire, making his cock start to grow and stiffen yet again. "I'll think about it, all right?" "Well, don't take too long. You know what they say about keeping a woman waiting." Molly said, looking back at him over her shoulder and batting her thick, dark lashes at him. "And like it or not, I am a woman, Daddy." "Yes, you are. You sure are." James muttered, his hands working their way down her back, spreading more of the cream-white lotion over her and working it into her fair skin. He rubbed his thumbs over her sacral dimples, and was rewarded with a soft moan of delight. "Oh, you're tense here, huh? Let me help you relax." "Yeah, I guess I was carrying more stress in my lower back than I thought. The way you're rubbing my back feels so nice." Molly replied, her eyes drifting closed in pleasure. Unknown to her father, her nipples were stiff and hot, the faintly-scratchy material of the towel exciting them, and her thick clit was swollen and throbbing with her naughty lusts. The inner walls of her pussy started to juice up, and she was sure that he'd be able to smell her heat if not for the breeze that blew lazily over the top of the tall, wooden privacy fence. She shifted her plump bottom against him with a slow, deliberate motion of her hips, now fully intent on her seduction. Doing a slow twist, she turned to one side, propping herself up on one arm and letting the other shift away from her full, swaying tits. "You know, Daddy, as much as I'd love to stay just like this all day, I want to help you relax, too. Because taking care of yourself is never as much fun as having someone right there, who loves you and appreciates your desires." Molly said, her tone a low, seductive purr. She reached back and ran her warm fingertips along his chest and belly, then down to the sizable tent in his trunks, which was almost nestled right between the thick cheeks of her ass. "And I do love you, and appreciate everything you've done for me. I don't think I could love anyone as much as you, Daddy." "Oh, Molly...baby, please..." James stammered, and drew in a deep breath at the gentle caresses of her fingers. When they brushed over his stiff, confined cock, his member jumped and throbbed with lust. Molly gave a pleased giggle at his body's reaction. "Please be good. As sexy as you are, as tempting as your offer is, we really shouldn't..." "But we're gonna, Daddy. because I want it, and you need it. Denying your passion by burying yourself in writing may get chapters written, but it's not gonna make you happy. And since Mom's not here and I am, I'll have to be the one to do that." Molly replied, stroking her fingertips teasingly along the waistband of his trunks and wriggling her thick rear under him. "Just get up a little bit, and let me turn over." James swallowed hard, lost for words, and nodded silently. He shifted up into a squat, giving Molly enough room under him to turn over onto her back, then to sit up. As he got his first full look at her bare breasts, he gasped in surprise and delight. They were full, soft, and pale, and her nipples were thick, stiff, and pink, surrounded by small, pink areolae. She tugged him back down to sit on her thick, smooth thighs, and worked one slender hand into his trunks. She drew his huge, stiff member out through one leg-hole and sighed with pleasure, a smile on her pretty face. "God, it's really nice. Mom's got to be crazy, not wanting to have this thing crammed into her every night!" Molly said, reaching for the Coppertone and squirting some into her hand. Then she used her warm, lotion-slick palm to rub all over James' cock, smearing it with a thick layer of white. "Her loss, my gain...and boy, am I gonna gain!" "Oh, Punkin...my sweet baby girl..." James groaned softly, shuddering as his daughter wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and started to give him a hand-job right in their back yard. His manhood pulsed in her warm, slippery grip, and his chest started to rise and fall as his breathing deepened. Pre-cum started to drool out of the tip-slit of his cock, helping to keep her ministrations smooth and slick. "It's been so long since anyone but me has touched it. This is so wrong, but it feels so nice..." "Don't fight it, Daddy. We're not hurting anyone, so relax. This can be our little secret. Nobody ever has to know. It's not like they'd believe it, anyway." Molly replied with a naughty little giggle, and slipped her left hand into the right leg-hole of James' trunks, cupping one of his firm, warm asscheeks in her hand as she kept stroking him with her oily right hand. "Oh, and you can cum wherever you want, when you need to. On my titties, or in my mouth...I've found out I actually like the taste of a guy's stuff." "Oh, you have such a dirty mouth on you...I bet it's because of your college friends. I never taught you to talk like that." James said, panting softly at the steady pace of her stroking hand. He gasped and tensed slightly as one of her left hand's fingertips brushed over the pucker of his asshole, but he began to relax as she rubbed at it with gentle, circular motions. "Not that I'm complaining...but you keep that dirty mouth just for me. Deal?" "Oh, it's a deal, Daddy." Molly purred happily, and licked her sun-dried lips, making them glisten with her saliva. She squeezed at his thick cock harder as she pumped it, and withdrew her hand from his trunks to slick her fingertips in the mess of lotion and pre-cum that slicked her hand-job. Then she returned her hand to his rear, and gently started to press one slippery digit against his little hole. "Just relax, Daddy...enjoy this, and just let go. Just try not to shout too loud when you cum, though. That'd have the neighbors busting down the fence to see who's being killed over here." "Yeah, we can't have that." James replied with a chuckle, and let out a soft gasp as her probing finger began to inch into his rectum. He drew in deep breaths, trying to relax his muscles, but couldn't keep a slight wince off of his face. "Easy there, Punkin...that's something I'm not really used to." "Maybe not, but you'll never cum harder. Never underestimate the power of the prostate." Molly said with a sly smile, her stroking hand still producing a steady rhythm of thick, wet smacks as she pumped up and down along his throbbing, thick-veined pole. She gently twisted and pushed with her finger, working it deeper into his body, and she rubbed at that special spot with her fingertip. "Gotcha...now, just go with it, Daddy. You know you're just dying to share a good, hard cum with me, and I really wanna see you shoot just for me." James groaned, and gripped one of Molly's shoulders for support as the pleasure in his body doubled, untouched nerves singing in delight from his own daughter's inner massage and the loving stroking of her slick hand. Panting and puffing, he began to tighten up all over, and clamped his free hand over his mouth. He groaned and cried out into his hand as his ecstacy finally peaked, his hips bucking and jerking as his tall, thick dick pulsed and started to spew hard jets of his white seed. No Place Like Home Ch. 01 Molly smiled and giggled at his orgasmic reactions, and aimed the tip of his cock right at her chest. The first two spurts splattered hard against both of her breasts, leaving pale skin and pink nipples plastered in thick cum. Looking up into his eyes, she drew his cock upward and opened her mouth, accepting his next bursts in her mouth and over her chin, cheeks, and the soft skin of her throat. As his ass clenched with his climax, she kept pushing stubbornly, keeping her finger buried in his hot, tight little tunnel. She pushed against his prostate gland again, to help milk him dry. When his last squirt finally fell on top of her left breast, he took his hand from his mouth and drew in a huge breath, his face flushed and sweat glistening on his forehead. At last, he began to relax, settling back down on Molly's soft thighs. "Oh, my God...that was just...I can't believe it! Where did you learn how to do things like that?" James asked, still breathless as he stared down at his cum-glazed daughter. He took in the sight of her scooping his seed off of her breasts and drizzling it lazily into her open mouth, and his half-limp, gleaming cock gave a twitch. "Well, you and Mom sent me to college to learn. I just picked up a few tricks from anatomy class, and my extra-curriculars." Molly replied, and licked his cum from her lips. She slowly withdrew her deeply-seated finger from him and laid back on the towel, doing a slow stretch in the heat of the afternoon sun. "And now you get the benefit of my education. Lucky Daddy." "Lucky, indeed." James said with a laugh, and eased himself down on top of her, pressing his chest to her fat, cummy tits as he kissed her soft, warm cheeks, then her glistening lips. The kiss lingered longer than was proper, and his tongue teased at her lips enticingly. "I have an idea...why don't we go have a shower together, and get dirty while we get clean?" "Ooh, really? You think you can go again after shooting like that?" Molly asked, her eyes widening in surprise. "I thought you'd be all used up for today...that I'd have to wait until at least tomorrow to get you to fuck me." "Well, I'm sure you can have me ready to go soon enough. You've learned so much, baby." James answered with a smile, and stroked at her soft, thick black hair lovingly. "Besides, you know what they say about keeping a woman waiting." "Uh-huh. And I am a woman. Your woman, Daddy. Any time Mom can't be here for you, I am." Molly said, smiling up at her happy father and hugging him tightly. "But if this is gonna be a regular thing, we'll have to transfer me to a more local college, you know?" "Hmmm...we'll look into that first thing tomorrow." James said, embracing his buxom daughter and letting his half-hard cock press against her bikini-clad pussy mound. "I have your school's contact info in one of my files, so it should be a quick fix." "Oh, good." Molly said, her hands stroking fondly along his back. "I mean, I'll miss some of my friends, yeah...but I can make new ones here. Besides, there's no place like home."