Going Home Can Be Good Sometimes

Dad gets blindsided by his daughter’s seduction. But what he doesn’t know is his ex-wife is helping her.

Some dangerous sex, public sex, oral, exhibitionism, voyeur, and of course dad/daughter.

Enjoy!

Xo

DG

Going Home Can Be Good Sometimes

Preparing for a week’s stay, from one coast to the other, in my ex-wife’s house has a certain country song twang to it.

But for my daughter’s college graduation I’d have stayed in a cave for that. I planned to stay in a hotel, but Gia begged me to stay with her and her mom.

We divorced when Gia was a sophomore in high school. My wife came into the bedroom one night and told me she found someone else and wanted a divorce. I packed a bag that night and found a hotel at one o’clock in the morning.

The next day at work a pharmaceutical firm called with an offer for a senior security position. I normally would have passed it up, but I accepted and the following week I flew from North Carolina to another world. Wild wonderful California.

At least at the time, it seemed worlds away, and I guess it was. Culture, social norms, industry, and politics, it was all different. And to tell you the truth, I was ready for different. I was stagnant in North Carolina, and after a divorce it would be worse.

That night was the last time I saw Ruth, my ex-wife. I flew Gia out to California several times a year on her school breaks, but we still didn’t know each other well. She finished growing up without a man in the house because the man Ruth met whom she dumped me for, dumped her shortly after I moved out.

As the world turns.

I zipped my suitcase and rolled it to the door of my house. A driver was scheduled to pick me up from the airport in an hour, so I had time to get in a last view of the Pacific.

Randal Inc paid me well. Very well for their security. Since I was considered top secret clearance, couldn’t discuss it with anyone. But since I haven’t had any ongoing relationships, that hasn’t been an issue.

My house clung to the rocks, defying gravity and an occasional earthquake. I propped my feet on the rail and looked out over the crashing waves. I loved California. I did things here I’d never have done there. I golfed, played tennis, took yoga several times a week, and meditated. The last thing I tried was just the stress of my job, and it was working. To say I was happy would be an understatement.

The Pacific was navy today and the waves frothed like brilliant white whipped cream. The water was different every day and I never grew tired of it.

But it was time to go back, and I wondered what it would be like after all these years. I just couldn’t imagine.

I closed and locked the sliders and drew the draperies. I picked up my keys and right on time the doorbell rang.

It was time to visit my past.

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The flight was long but uneventful. I landed in Charlotte and rented a car to head to Mooresville.

When I lived there it wasn’t much, but since the NASCAR folks took over, prices have risen substantially. My ex-wife and daughter live in the same house we did as a family. I gave everything to Ruth but my clothing. There were no fights, hatred, or anything that divorce usually brings.

The house still stood on the edge of Lake Norman. We purchased the mid-century modern home from the wife of the architect. He had passed on and she couldn’t bear to live in the house anymore because of the memories.

I pulled into the driveway. After the mid-century modern of California, the house was less formidable but still impressive. I looked at the rather bland back of the house.

Ruth hadn’t changed a thing on the exterior. The modern carved double doors still stood beautifully stained under the flat-roofed entry.

The door swung open, and Ruth stood there smiling.

“Hi Stephen, come on in. “You’re looking good,” she said, a bit nervous, which I understood. Me too.

I set my suitcase just inside the door and hugged her. In just that flash I could remember how her body fit mine, the instant arousal I felt for her, and how I couldn’t imagine being without her.

“Thanks, you too,” I said, hoping it was with conviction. As I had, she aged. Her bright straw blonde hair was now dull yellow, probably due to dye. She wasn’t grossly overweight but could use exercise to tone up. But had I felt anything at all for her, those issues would have been easily ignored.

I tried to hide the disappointment in my eyes. I wondered if she thought or expected the same. Wondered if there’d be any spark of interest left. Sadly, it seemed as though I barely remembered her. As though anything I had with her was another life. Which I guess it really was.

“Gia ran to the grocery for me. She’ll be back soon,” she said. “You have the master on the second floor. Gia is still in her regular room. I sleep down here.”

I nodded. “I’ll just run this up to get it out of the way.”

“Iced tea on the deck?”

“Please!”

I threw open the door to the master bedroom, unsure how comfortable I’d be there.

The wall of glass that overlooked Lake Norman immediately grabbed your attention. The variety of greens of the trees always indicated that it was the season between spring and summer, and the water level added that it was early summer. Small boats were near the shore where fishing was best. Further out I watched the rooster tail of a more adventurous water skier. As I recall, the water would still be cool this early.

I gazed around the room. Ruth had painted and redecorated it, removing all traces of the original mid-century modern furniture. I frowned, wondering what happened to it.

I hung my clothes in the closet and found the dresser and bureau to be empty and used two of the drawers. I brought enough clothing along that I wouldn’t need to do laundry here. For some reason, I didn’t want to settle in too much and laundry didn’t fit inside my boundaries.

I changed out of my casual flight clothes and into casual summer clothes. At the head of the stairs, I saw that Ruth had also painted and changed out the style in the rest of the house. But it could be since I was used to mid-century and those who appreciated it in California, I was biased.

The glass wall in the living area was what drew me to this house on the first step inside. One window took in the skies, the waters, and the greenery at once. The balcony extended the entire width of the house, as did the balcony on the second floor.

Thankfully she had left the comfortable outdoor teak furniture and I took the iced tea from her and relaxed in a chaise.

“The view was always so relaxing,” I commented.

“Yes, it’s the only constant, even though it’s ever-changing.”

I looked at her. “You’re looking good Ruth. Has everything been okay for you?”

She shrugged. “I have my health. Our beautiful daughter. This place,” she waved her arms. “How about you? Do you still like California? I can’t imagine how different it must be.”

Although sounding as though she had it all, something was missing. It was what she left out. I knew through Gia that her mom never had anyone long-term. That she dated on and off and never had anyone that she was serious about.

That sounded like me, but I could say I was happy that way. I was active and had many friends. Lake Norman, although good size with a diverse style of people, there was a small enclave that would exclude those that did not meet their refined tastes and standards. I’m sure especially now that the median income had risen substantially.

“Yes, very different. Like another world. Not better or worse, just different. The weather makes it so you want to get outdoors, and I’ve taken up golf and tennis.”

“You’re looking healthy,” she said, noncommittally. She crossed her legs. “It’s probably too late to say this, but I’m sorry. Sorry for what I did to you, and our family. I’ve regretted it ever since. I don’t expect you to accept my apology now, but I needed to say it. It brings me some comfort to admit my grave mistake. I only hope that it will —”

Hearing the door slam, she stopped.

“Dad! Where are you?” her shout rang through the house.

I stood up and Gia ran through the house and into my arms. I hugged her closely. Although I’d seen her six months ago, it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. I suppose I did hold some resentment that Ruth didn’t allow me all the years I deserved with my daughter.

“My graduate girl,” I murmured, holding her close. I sat down and she plopped on my lap.

“Can you believe it, Stephen? She’s graduating college already,” Ruth commented wistfully. I looked at her over Gia’s head, feeling the same nostalgia. “I’ll go put the groceries away, you visit with your Dad.”

Seeing them both together reminded me of just how much Gia looked like Ruth at her age. I sat back on the chaise and Gia sat between my legs. She wore a white t-shirt with a faded Purdue across the front. Well-worn blue jean shorts and colorful sandals completed her outfit.

Even her style resembled her mom’s. Although when we first moved in, Ruth would daringly run out on the bedroom deck naked, looking around until she saw someone watching her, then she’d run back in.

She loved to tease, and I loved to watch her tease. She was the exhibitionist, and I was the voyeur. One of them anyhow.

The men fishing would get used to her and often gather in front of the house to fish. She would run out and wave both arms at them, her tits bouncing and jerking around as she did. Her pink strawberry luscious nipples were huge and sat high on the creamy white mountains.

It excited me to see her show off to others, but I ended up with the results. And boy did I. She would get wildly horny when she had an audience and the bigger the audience the lustier she got.

I realized the memories of that aroused me and my hardening cock was trapped between me and my daughter.

“You need to get up, babe. I have to get something from my suitcase.”

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We enjoyed our first dinner as a family that night. Our first in many years anyhow. I gave her the envelope with money, and told her I knew she’d know what to do with it. She smiled, thanked me, hugged me and cried.