Sometimes your kids never really leave home, they just keep coming back and back and breaking the silence of your home and your own regular daily routine.
Case in point is my lovely daughter Susan who is now 31 years old and has left home three times on good terms of course, to either be in school or on two different occasions to move in with some new lover.
Her mother had passed away when she was in her third year of college so she fell out of school and never quite finished. Next thing I knew she was back home for a short while but that didn't last long after she met some guy, and decided to move in with him and share costs. That seemed to keep her occupied for a few years and then it was over and she was back home again for almost 6 months. I guess it didn't really matter too much at that time because I was out working doing shift work most of the time.
But now I'm retired and here she was again knocking on my door in the middle of the night with a hint of booze on her breath and wanting her old bedroom back again. I didn't say anything to her other than:
"Come on inside Sue, I'm going back to bed. You know where everything is, but please try to be quiet."
"Okay Daddy." It was all I heard her say.
I must have been really tired because I never heard another thing after I went back to bed so when I awoke I shook my head and wondered if it was a dream.
Hell no, it was no dream, I could hear the radio playing softly in her room as I passed it on my way to the bathroom. Her bedroom door was cracked open slightly which was fairly normal for her, right from being a kid she always wanted some light to shine through from the hallway during the night.
She was laid sleeping on her tummy sprawled across the bed wearing what looked like her normal attire, just her panties. Thank god she didn't wear those thongs, if she did then she would be sat at the kitchen table in them giving me a heart attack. Her normal routine when she woke up was to slip on a top and then walk around in her panties until she had had that first morning coffee.
I shook my head and continued into the bathroom and had my morning pee, I had a quick wash and brush up then went to the kitchen and got the coffee underway.
I poured a coffee then went and sat on the front porch and watched the neighbors all taking off in different directions to either school or work. It looked like it was going to be another beautiful sunny day that was normally peaceful and quiet until late afternoon.
Suddenly it came to me that there wasn't another car in my driveway so I began to wonder how on earth she got here in the middle of the night.
Oh well, sooner or later I'll find out I thought as I went back to the kitchen. But if she's staying a while I better check the groceries in the pantry and buy the cereal she likes, along with more milk. Heck it would be cheaper to buy my own cow because she usually drinks so much milk.
As a child she had been the perfect daughter, very well behaved and knew how to twist daddy around her little finger. In her early teens she had developed fast, it seemed like one minute she was like a string bean and the next she was filling out like a model from a magazine. At 13 years old her mom told me she was a 33B and then just before she took off for college mom told me she was 34C and had all the other measurements to suit.
I mean I'm just a mere man, but I could see the difference and I would close my eyes when she wore a bikini, well for a few seconds anyway. But there was one thing for sure I was always very proud to be seen with my daughter in those days.
I had always left things to her mom to be the one with advice; I just gave her the privacy she deserved as she rapidly approached becoming a young woman and later provided the money and the occasional yelling, then I got the hugs and kisses later. But after her Mom passed away she took it rather badly and we seemed to drift apart somewhat.
She later met a guy and they took off to the Caribbean where they hopped islands for a few years and when she came back all tanned that was the time she went topless on every opportunity.
Well she was back AGAIN so I had a bowl of Raisin Bran and then took off to the store.
When I returned, my Princess Susan was sat at the kitchen table sipping on coffee and looking like hell with her hair all over and her hand on her brow. She was still wearing what looked like the same panties and some tee shirt that was a bit tight and showed off her perky nipples. Obviously she was bra less which again was normal around the house and also many times when she went out, more or less letting anyone know that she had no bra underneath the top, also she was barefoot which again was normal for her in the house. This wasn't an unusual attire for my Susan at all, I think I must have seen her wear her full complement of panties over the years.
"Good morning Daddy, do we have aspirin?" She said softly.
"I think there is some Tylenol in the cupboard to the right of the sink." I told her and she got up and reached into the cupboard for the pills.
"Maybe I should have something to eat, then I might feel better." She said and nosed around in the fridge, the pantry and in the bags that I had brought inside.
"I've got your favorite Muslix nut and honey cereal, plus extra milk, they don't stock cows at that store." I said and she gave me a weak smile.
"Thanks Daddy." She said.
Many times in the past I had threatened to get us a milking cow and then she would have to collect her own milk, but of course they weren't allowed inside city limits, but she didn't know that.
Either way I always maintained that she had cereal in her milk, not like normal people that had milk on their cereal.
"So what's the scoop, what has happened to lover 32 or is it 33, I lost count?" I asked.
"Oh we had a fight, he's a jerk and I can't stand him anymore anyway." She told me.
"I see, anyway you should have called, how do you know I would be here?" I said.
"You're always here Dad, but I couldn't get to a phone." She told me.
"Well you're lucky I was, I was thinking of moving." I told her.
"Moving, you can't move, you're been here forever in this small house. Where would you go?" She asked.
"I got word on a nice 1 bedroom apartment in Iraq." I told her and managed to keep a straight face, she just looked at me and grinned.
"That might work Dad, you could always sleep on the couch while I go to bed in my topless burke." She said as she stood and put her arms around me. I guess I was like putty in her fingers and my little bit of pent up rage just disappeared.
"Hey, how did you get here last night?" I asked as she kissed me on the cheek.
"Oh I just hitched a ride with someone I knew." She said.
"Well how long is this stay good for?" I asked.
"Who knows daddy, who knows, maybe I would like it to be forever. Listen I'm going to have some cereal then I'm going back to bed and see if my headache will go away, then I'll have a nice long bath, so if you need to pee go do it now. You go out and cut the grass before it gets too warm. Okay." She said as she kissed me on the cheek again and then emptied the grocery bags before she filled a bowl with milk and cereal.
It hadn't taken long and she was already dishing out orders to cut the grass, I could just see it in another few hours and she would have taken over completely, just like last time, she had her day planned and part of mine too.
I did cut the grass and I'm glad I did because it rained very heavy that night and it would have meant that I would have had to wait almost 2 days for another opportunity.
Susan had gone out that first night so I stayed up later than normal as I waited for her to get home. Don't ask me why, but fathers tend to do that even when they are 31 years old.
It was midnight and long past my normal bedtime so reluctantly I went to bed and felt uneasy leaving the door unlocked.
Somewhere around 1:15am I heard a noise, what might have been a car or truck engine running outside so I slipped outta bed and peeked through the window.
The vehicle was at the bottom of my driveway and because of the streetlight close by I could make out just the driver who appeared to be alone and just sat there for several minutes, occasionally he moved his arms but that was all I could see.
I thought it rather strange and was prepared to make a call to the police to report this unusual incident at such a late hour then suddenly I saw movement as the passengers head lifted up from his lap.
Moments later Susan who turned out to be the passenger kissed the driver quickly and then got out of the car, the car drove away immediately.
Just a short while later I heard the front door opening, closing, and then being locked by the big noisy deadbolt.
Well I guess she was home I thought and I got back in bed, what could I say to a 31 years old girl?
The exact same scene was played out several times a week for the next few weeks and with lots of different vehicles, so I assumed with different guys.
Then late one night I heard the front door open a little earlier than usual so I assumed she was home. I had planned to go to a big clothing store in the city next morning to buy new trousers that were on sale. So I thought I would get up out of bed and ask if she wanted to go with me as she had also been eyeing the sale advertisement in the newspaper.
When I rounded the corner into the living room I was shocked beyond belief as she was topless and knelt on the floor in front of this guy that had his pants down to his ankles and his wiener in her mouth. I made a brief 'cough, cough' and then turned around and went back to bed. I looked through the window and noticed a strange car parked in the driveway, several minutes later it left and I heard the front door being locked.
Several minutes later my bedroom door opened and I felt a Susan lying down on top of the bed beside me. I was on my side facing away from her when her arm snaked under the sheets and she hugged me before she kissed me on the cheek, then whispered:
"Sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to disturb you, or for you to be offended. Try to go back to sleep and I'll stay here a while." She said as she rubbed my shoulders. I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say, but her hand was relaxing and I did drift off to sleep.
Before I drifted off I was thinking, my god, she must have sucked them all off.
